Hey guys, thank you for waiting so long on this chapter, but I have been really busy with family stuff and getting ready to start school. I will try to update as often as I can and whenever I have time although it may be everyday or once a week, depending on how it has gone. Thanks to my reviewers, however few they may be, and I wanted to say the next chapter, which I may or may not have already written, will come only when my subscribers have reviewed or I get 5 reviews for this chapter. It's not hard guys! And I just noticed that I have forgotten to mention my disclaimer in the previous chapters, so remember guys, haunting in Connecticut is an absolutely amazing movie, but it is not my brain child, I only own Angel and the other people you do not recognize from the movie, so thanks for not suing me!

If you asked the angels of heaven, the best feature there would be the viewing pools. These treasured things were set into a cratered like cloud and was filled with a gooey silver substance. When an angel stirred the substance with his or her hand, the image of the person or people they wanted to watch would appear.

The pools were a way of seeing what their loved ones of despised ones were doing and thinking at that instant of time. Sometimes it can be a bittersweet viewing, like a deceased solider watching his newborn baby girl being born without him there or a young man watching his once beautiful young lover die an old woman all nice and warm and snug in her bed with her husband and all of her children and grandchildren there with her to bid their last goodbyes.

Other times they are pure happy viewings. A son being safely returned home from the middle of hell called Iraq, a child finally climbing that 100 year old tree that has daunted him for what seemed like ever, or a wedding, or seeing a new life being brought into the world.

Weddings were one of Angel's favorite things to watch. The binding of two souls swearing to love each other to death and beyond. An eternal swearing of loyalty, faith, and trust that so few will commit and stay loyal too in this day and age. Sometimes Angel felt bitter, she would never get to feel that adrenaline rush and pure happiness of walking down that long, petal covered aisle perched on her daddy's arm to the person she loved with all of her heart and wanted to spend forever with standing at the end of the seemingly miles long carpet.

Angel would never get to see that beautiful man standing beside the man of god with his crew standing behind him. She would never see the terrified but thrilled look on his green, sweaty face as doubts ran through his mind of whither she would actually go through with this whole wedding thing, or if he could actually make her happy for the rest of her life. One of her favorite things of weddings was the vows and the endings.

The resounding sound of the grooms determined "I do," and the brides soft happy one that was so sure. And she loved the kiss, so soft and firm and conveying so many strong emotions in one press of the lips, it was unbelievable.

Her other favorite things to be in the room with is births. No, she doesn't watch down there when the birth is taking place, oh no, she doesn't think she could handle watching that. The part she loves watching is the bond between the two people who had made the life being brought into the world possible. The woman screaming and threatening her partner, and him wincing from the pain in his hand while trying to calm her down.

Angel was almost always in the room when a rape/abuse victim gives birth. If anything she shows up just so the victim is not alone in the room, even if they do not know it. Everyone needs a hand to hold in all of the special moments in their life, and sometimes the almost mother will feel Angel's impossibly small hand in theirs and will squeeze. Afterwards the now mother will look around for the unseen helper, holding the beautiful baby in her arms.

For Angel, that was her purpose, to help people. People who are suffering a slow, painful death, torturous death like hers was. She was lucky enough to be part of the lord's special group of saviors. The saviors were the people who suffered from the most gruesome and terrifying deaths you could imagine that taught them to appreciate the peacefulness and safeness that is heaven. And she loved it, just being in the room with people who don't know who or what she is and sometimes that she is there at all.

The best feeling in the world is the one you get after you are there to help a person with a life altering crisis going on and just sitting there and holding their hand like it was a nice warm security blanket.

Angel felt the stirring in her head and felt something similar to a bubble popping in your mouth, at first tight and kind of unpleasant, and then when it pops an open, pleasant feeling. The most unbelievable voice ever spoke inside her mind. The voice was warm and loving, mellow and smooth, calming and soothing; it was all of the pleasant things there ever were rolled into one. It was deep and had a fatherly undertone in it. This was the voice of God.

The amazing voice whispered softly in the ironically named angels head, "Go to one of the viewing pools, my child, I shall do thy rest for you."

Angel slowly stood from the bench she was sitting on and slowly and peacefully strolled through the beautiful emerald colored grass covered fields in which the normal angels were doing what they liked best or desired to do all of their lives on earth.

She saw one of her favorite couples sitting in one of the meadows near the main field. They were sitting at one of the old fashioned two seater bug-eyed ice cream table across from one of one another with a glass bottle of coke between them. The coke had two straws, one pink and one green, and was the centerfold of the table. The attractive young lady was wearing a red with white polka dot t-shirt dress and her young, equally attractive beau was wearing his army greens. They were smiling and laughing like they never went through the pain they did to be together.

The young lady was Anna Lynne and her solider was David. They dated in a small hick town before World War II started. He was 18 and wild, always cruising around in his hot shiny black pick-up truck with his "gang" in the back. Anna Lynne was the first girl allowed to set her pretty little butt on the smooth leather seat that soon became what the people called her throne. She was the shy but polite bell of the town. Nobody knew how he had convinced the preacher's daughter to date him, but all they cared about was that she appeared to be happy. And Anna Lynne had never been happier before.

When the war broke out, David enlisted against Anna Lynne's wishes. She was afraid of losing her prince charming in the hell of the battlefield, and she was right, she did. David died after only two months of service. After receiving the news, it was like Anna Lynne had died too. She couldn't sleep. She couldn't eat, couldn't breathe. She didn't live.

Anna Lynne eventually got over her deceased prince charming death, but never over him. She couldn't, not with his child in her womb. After finding out about the baby, Anna Lynne tried her best to live as much as she could. She finished school, got a job and found a house. David had started to appear in her dreams up until the day their child was born and the day she died. They were the same day.

Angel kept walking past the couple, but still kept their story in mind. In a way, she felt bitter. It would never be her to feel the result of love moving in her womb, she would never see the scrunched pink face of her beautiful baby boy, and would never feel the rush of motherly love wash over her as she held the precious, warm gift from God sleeping and snuggled up in her arms. No, all of the chances had been cruelly ripped away from her.

The cloud felt soft and pleasantly cool against her knees as she hit the base of one of the viewing pools. One impossibly small pale hand dipped into the gooey silver substance and let her mind free of all of her thoughts and relinquished control. She felt the thoughts of her creator flow through her mind and into the pool.

Instantly, the crater of the cloud basin turned a bluish yellow for a second before showing a bird's eye view of a typical teenager's room. She was looking through a rock band poster ceiling down upon a bed less mattress covered in white sheets with a navy comforter. The mattress was laid upon light wood floors with a trashcan beside it. An oak colored oval vanity mirror stood almost directly across from the mattress bed. Drawers were half closed, some with clothes keeping them from shutting and others had no excuse, just that the closer was to week or too lazy to do it.

Finally, Angel noticed the owner of the kind of messy room. The boy, almost man, was standing shirtless in front of the vanity's mirror. In normal since he was short and small in stature but against her 4'10'' almost emaciated form, he would be a giant. His skin was almost as grey and ashen ash hers was before the rest of her blood flowed out of her body and into deaths arms, and it was stretched taunt against bare, fragile bones.

It was when she got to his face is when Angel had to catch her no longer needed breath. He was painfully beautiful, at least to her. His face was thin and on the longish side, with sunken cheeks and prominent cheekbones. His eyes were a gorgeous but dead navy color, set in sort of almond sort of oval eye sockets framed by thick, black lashes. His nose was straight and on the edge of being upturned at the end. His dirty blond/light brown hair fell messily onto his forehead and danced with the wind coming through the window set onto the far wall. And his lips, oh gosh, his lips! They were perfect, sort of colorless but still pink, and even though they were chapped, Angel would be able to tell that if his full and plump lips would brush against hers, they would still be somehow soft.

But one of the main thoughts she allowed to stick out of the dozens she had running through her mind was, 'I wonder how he would look if he was healthy?'

The image flashed through her mind, and she felt her heart flutter in her cheat, as if it was about to beat like it hasn't in 30 years. He was still on the short and slim stature line, but he was muscled and was coated in a nice light tan. He had a healthy glow surrounding him and a blush on his cheeks. Speaking of his cheeks, they were full but not plump. In the image she was sent, the boy was shirtless and leaning against a porch rail with the summer sun beating down upon his freckled back. Those lips were pink, border lining red, and unchapped. They were parted and laughing, showing white teeth and emitting a deep happy laugh that made an angel shiver.

"This boy is your next assignment, he is cancer ridden for the second time. His name is Matthew Campbell, almost 18 years of age, and has lost his hope and faith in everything. Your job is the usual, befriend him and show him the light and bring back the hope that he abandoned long ago. The rules stay the same. If you are unsuccessful, nothing changes, you come back here and return life as you know it, but if you do succeed your choice of scar will disappear. He will not permanently die until he is 81 years of age, but he will have a close call and will get worse. Good luck my child, and I am with you every step of the way."

God told her most of the information she would need for this mission, and she was quite exited for it. Angel slowly walked to the elevator that would take her down to the place in which she was to be sent. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the nauseating jerking feeling that came from being transported.

Sun graced her face but she felt none of the warmth that is associated with it. She opened her eyes and found the end of her nose was pressed gently against the glass plane of an attic window. Angel could feel the heartbeats of the two healthy very alive humans standing behind her, but her focus was of what was standing in front of her.

Matt and who she assumed to be his mother was walking out of the house she was in and walking towards the station wagon in the driveway. Suddenly, her handsome ward turned to the window and his beautiful navy eyes widened in fear. They were staring right into hers.

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