AN: So now we go to Nathan's little journey to the afterlife, where he meets someone... different to say the least. Let's see how this goes shall we?
I slowly woke up, groaning loudly. Shit, what hit me? That's when I noticed I was laying on something… really soft. Wait what? I opened my eyes and looked underneath me. I was on... clouds? That's when I heard someone clear their throat. I instantly shot up ready to defend myself. I reached for my pistol but found nothing. Shit. I had no weapons whatsoever on me. Oh boy.
"Hey now, none of that. Easy there buddy." I heard someone say. Hmm… American, by the sounds of it. I looked from where the voice originated, and I saw a man sitting behind a desk. He was in his early twenties, and dressed in a two piece suit. He had silver hair and glowing eyes without pupils. He had this goofy grin on his face. Oh joy, this was going to go well.
I sighed heavily. "First off, don't call me buddy. Secondly, where the hell am I? Thirdly, who the hell are you?" I rapidly asked, not in the mood for formalities. The man's grin never left his face, but he did began pulling out files. Wait… they had my name on them! Aw shit.
"Well, first things first: The name's Orion. I'm your… guardian angel so to speak. To answer your second question, you're dead. Yeah, sorry about that." He replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. I stared at him, praying this was a joke. Unfortunately, I knew there was no way I got out of that explosion alive.
My sorrow was apparent because Orion's grin faded, and he got up moving toward a cabinet to the right of him, opening it. Inside were countless bottles of alcohol. "How about a drink then? Pick a name, and I'll provide." He remarked, waving his hand to the bottles.
"Got any scotch whiskey?" I asked hopefully. My shitty day got a little bit better as he pulled out a bottle. "Dalmore?" I asked once more, not believing my eyes. He nodded, the small grin on his face returning.
"Alexander III specifically. You take it neat?" He asked.
"Yeah. Appreciate it." I muttered, falling back into my seat. I could use a drink.
Orion poured two glasses, before bringing one to me. I grabbed it, instantly downing half of it with ease. I was thankful for the slight burn, it certainly helped with the situation. Orion had moved back to his desk, adjusting the open files, his drink already gone. "Well then, let's get to work shall we? Please have a seat." He gestured to a chair that suddenly appeared.
I immediately sat down, downing the rest of the whiskey. "So what happens now?" I asked. Orion sighed and opened up the first file, before pulling out… reading glasses?
"Huh, didn't know angels needed glasses." I said, trying to ease the tension in the room.
"Yeah, I know right? I died young so I still needed these. I could have my eyes repaired, but these were from someone personal so why not?" He told me. He began reading the file. "Another one? You guys are dropping like flies. And the week Allison took off." He muttered, shaking his head, putting the file down and looking at me. "So, let's get certain things out of the way alright? First and foremost: I can't bring you back to your world. Your body was destroyed in the explosion." He said. I winced at the reminder.
"So what are my options then?" I asked, praying for a good answer.
Orion grinned ruefully at the statement. "That's where I come in. I said you couldn't be taken back to your world, however, I can put you somewhere else. Sound good? I mean, it's usually heaven or hell, but I always believed in a third option." He told me. I pondered my choices. After a few minutes I finally told him mine.
"I'll go with the third option please. How does this work?" I asked, hoping for a response.
Out of nowhere, a spinning wheel formed. "A friend of mine suggested using this. He did it with a few other people so I figured why not? This was made depending on your skills, so it may get a little out of hand." Orion explained. As I waited for the wheel to stop spinning, I reached into my pocket. Huh, well what do you know? I still had a Cuban left. I pulled out the cigar, before realizing I didn't have my lighter on me.
"Hey Orion, got a light?" I asked. Orion pulled a matchbook from… somewhere, and lit one. Thank god for small mercies. I brought the lit cigar to my lips, eyeing the wheel. It began to slow down, and I could see the options. They were… quotes? I could see them all: 'You're pretty good.', 'I should go.', and 'A man chooses, a slave obeys.' Oh this was going to suck. I knew most of them, and that was why I was scared.
The wheel finally stopped, landing on 'You're pretty good'. Why did that sound so familiar? Wait a minute… oh hell. Orion confirmed my worries. "Big Boss eh? Well alright then. Looks like you're set then Nate. Don't worry about any identity problems, it's all under control. Good luck with Peace Walker buddy." He told me. That's when my vision went white. Oh boy.
AN: And so Nathan's journey begins. Will he be able to change anything? Find out in the next chapter. Until next time, read, review, and enjoy!
AN 2: Just fixing the chapters and adding stuff here folks, don't mind me!