Fallen Angel Chapter 3: Heaven
A/N: Ok it's now time to find out what happened to the Late Atticus Parker. Now that he's dead what's in store for him now? Let's find out!
Was his life nothing but a huge waste? Was his fate sealed the moment he was abandoned? Atticus thought this as he felt his mind, heart, and soul become consumed by darkness. He felt himself sinking and sinking. Then his mind went and he passed out. Just when he was about to be consumed entirely by darkness a light came to him. It was a small light but it shined bright nonetheless.
"You arrived a little early little one. Well at least you're here." The light said.
Then without another word it went inside him. Atticus didn't wake but he smiled and a tear went down his cheek. As he went towards the darkness a bigger light above him shined. It started to pull him up towards it slowly but surely. The darkness protested and grabbed him.
"Dark one this boy is mine. He has proved his good and kindness to me and belongs with me." The Light Said. "To give his life for another greatly overrides his life of thievery and Lies."
The darkness hesitated for a moment then released the still unconscious Atticus. He was enveloped in light and vanished from the darkness. His body then appeared in a white room with a bed, a study, and a bookshelf with various books and encyclopedias. He was set down gently on the bed and the bright light disappeared. It didn't effect the room much as the one window in the room had light shining in it. It seemed to be morning.
Meanwhile Atticus lay there lost in his memories and thoughts. 'Where am I? What am I? What am I doing?' He thought. Then in an instant it all came back to him and he sat bolt straight up and looked around the room.
He looked at the white room around him and observed his surroundings. When he saw the bookshelf and study he smiled. He always loved reading and writing, being that he was self taught. It was hard but he had picked up on certain sounds and phrases and when people read things out loud while he happened to be listening. It took five years but he figured it all out. He even read in about 3 different languages on the side.
He remembered his gunshot wound then looked at his chest. The bullet hole, where the bullet had entered his jacket and shirt, was gone. In fact upon inspection Atticus noticed that his clothes had been cleaned up and had none of the holes and dirt it originally had. His clothes were just like new!
Fascinated by this he unbuttoned his shirt and looked where he had been shot. There was no wound to be seen, not even a scar. Now Atticus was starting to get creeped out.
'How long have I been sleeping.' He thought. 'What am I saying? I should be dead there's no way I survived that bullet. Medical science isn't advanced enough. I mean that bullet went straight through my heart!'
After thinking for a minute he noticed the right side of his face was wet. He wiped the wetness off with his hand and looked at it. He figured it was water and continued to think about how he survived getting shot.
Just then there was a knock on his door. Atticus looked at the door cautiously. He didn't know where he was but one thing was for certain: he hadn't expected company. But he soon relaxed when he realized that someone must have healed his gunshot wound somehow. He had no reason to be afraid because if someone wanted him hurt, they would have left him to bleed out.
Atticus got up and walked to the door. He slowly reached for the handle and grabbed it. After another second's hesitation he opened the door.
Standing in front of him was a boy about his age. He had brown hair and grey eyes. He was tan and was and was a few inches taller than Atticus. Atticus was already kind of short being 5'4 so the teen in front of him must have been 5'7 or 5'8. The boy had a warm smile on his face that made you want to smile just by looking at him.
"Hey there newbie my name is Zane Griffith!" The boy said. "You must be Atticus Picker!
"Actually it's Parker." Atticus said bitterly.
'Parker. The one thing they left me with. A worthless last name.' He thought.
He had a small memory flash of his Mother saying his last name was Parker but not much else.
"Oh yes Parker, sorry I'm always nervous around new comers!" Zane said in a hearty voice. "I'm here to break the news to you.
"And what's that?" Atticus said curiously.
"Well just that your dead." Zane said nonchalantly. He paused to let it sink in.
Atticus froze. So it was true. He had in fact died from that gunshot wound. But why then was his heart beating like a drum? Surely if he was dead his heart of all things should have stopped right now? Also, if he was really dead then where was he right now?
"Then how am I here? My heart still beats! I can't be dead!" He said starting to get angry.
"You see it's complicated." Zane started to explain obviously taken aback. "You're in Heaven. The gunshot wound you took did in fact kill you. As for your heartbeat, it indicates your life line in Heaven.
"Yeah right! Life Line? Don't you live out the rest of eternity in Heaven." Said a skeptical Atticus.
"Well yes and no it depends on which path in Heaven you choose. Your choice will determine where you will stand in Heaven. You are unaging if that's what you mean. "Zane said. "You died at sixteen so you'll look sixteen for now until eternity."
"You mean I'm stuck looking sixteen forever? What about elderly people? What choice do I need to make?" Atticus said getting even more agitated.
"Yes unfortunately your sixteen forever. As for elderly, people they look like how they did when they were twenty-five. That goes for anyone over twenty-five. I will talk to you about the choice you have to make after the tour." Zane said in about three breaths.
"Tour? Wait a minute I'm still not saying I believe you!" Atticus said.
"Then don't. Believe what you're about to see instead." Zane said. "Follow me. Zane started walking from the door.
Atticus hesitated for a moment and followed. As he did he looked around and his eyes widened as he saw millions of people he hadn't heard before he walked out of the door. They were walking in and out of millions of doors. Some looked at him and smiled like they knew him. He didn't smile back as he wasn't big on positive emotions.
It wasn't that he hated them it's just that after all those years of hate being thrown at him he sort of forgot how to be happy. 'Just my luck I'm in the happiest place ever and I still can't smile.' Atticus thought.
"This is the hall of sleep. All the Angels come here to meditate or sleep. Not that you'll ever have to but it's relaxing. What's more the room you were sleeping in is your own private quarters that only you can go in to. Well unless you invite someone in." Zane explained.
Atticus thought about it for a moment and formed a weak smile. He never had a living space better than his run down shack. It wasn't much but it was still his. Zane took him further and through the giant open exit of the Hall and outside.
Atticus gasped as he saw what was in front of him. In front of him was a gigantic floating castle. It was beautiful. The castle had thousands of columns and was pure white. It seemed to sit in the clouds as hundreds of large towers sprouted from it. Atticus wanted to know how to get there. He saw no path to it though.
"How do we possibly get there?" Atticus asked in wonder.
"Easy. We fly..." Zane responded.
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