AN: The ruler thing represents a time gap, but its not really specific. The whole chapter is over the course of two days (Iggy's tranformation)

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Chapter Twenty-Five

Iggy's POV

Pain. All I felt was pain. Mind numbing, excruciating, seemingly never-ending pain.

I tried to move my hand but couldn't lift it; I couldn't even twitch it. I tried to move other parts of my body but I was immobilized, and it felt like my limbs were cut off from the world. My movements were restricted to the shallow breaths escaping from my lips; but even those were few and far between.

I felt someone by my side and voices, far away and sounding underwater; was I on a submarine again? It felt different this time though, less ear popping pressure and more chest tightening/burning alive feeling…hmm, so basically not on a submarine.

What's wrong!?! I thought to myself, trying to pry my eyes open but failing epically. Wait, why wasn't Angel replying, or even Edward? Could they not hear my thoughts? How is that possible; I'm not shielding my thoughts. Did I have brain damage? Is that why they couldn't hear me?

The last thing I remember was going head to head against a short, muscular Volturi vampire that kept trying to get around me and Gasman to get Nessie and Bex. Did he kill me?

Was I dead? Was this what it felt like to die? Oh crap, Nudge is going to kill me. How was I supposed to…her smile came to mind from one of the many times she'd led me to the stairwell (a perfectly white canvas so I could see).

I thought of my beautiful Nudge and my heart stopped…and didn't pick up again.

My mind went into overdrive. I was suddenly wishing that I had paid more attention in Biology. Common sense told me that my heart stopping was definitely a bad sign. I kept panicking, my mind on hyper drive when suddenly, my heartbeat came back.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

The voices were back, slowly getting louder and more distinguishable. I recognized it as female but that was as far as I got. Her voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. It'd be like taking a picture (if I wasn't blind, of course) of your cat but dropping it in a rain puddle. When you look at the picture now, instead of Mr. Mittens, you see a blurry black blob.

Suddenly, all I could think of was the blurry cat and I smiled in my head. Was I delirious? Had I gone insane? And who in the world is Mr. Mittens?

I fluttered my eyes open, the pain all over my body had been lessening over the past, I don't know, hour? And now I was slowly regaining the use of my normal body movements.

A dark skinned angel looked down at me, my head on her lap, her wings wrapped around us both, and her warm brown eyes staring into mine. I felt like it was worth it; the past however long of pain was worth it to see an angel like this up close.

I would really have to talk to God about the whole 'entering Heaven' thing. I'm sure most people wouldn't bother being good on Earth if they had to suffer through that.

"Am…am I in Heaven?" I asked, suddenly afraid that I had ended in the Bad Place instead. That would explain the pain and burning sensation all over my body.

"You can see me?" She asked, moving her hand in front of my face slowly as I followed it with my eyes. I nodded, my eyes meeting hers again, and I wondered why this was a big deal. The answer was on the tip of my tongue but I just couldn't form words with it to make anyone else understand.

Then the angel did the last thing I expected. She leant down and kissed me, full on the mouth. "Iggy, you pig, you scared me." She said with a laugh, trying to pull her face away from mine. I didn't let her though. I brought her face back to mine and enveloped her in another kiss, trying to force her lips apart so I could deepen the kiss.

"I wouldn't do that." A male voice said from behind. A Greek god in the flesh, his bronze hair was blowing in the breeze and his pale skin reflected diamonds in the sunlight.

He turned towards the angel. "He doesn't recognize us. I think the transformation messed with his memory…I'll have to go tell the others that he's awake."

He looked at her sternly and I wanted to punch him in the face for looking at her period. He could probably get his own angel; this one was mine. "Don't let him get too close to you…especially his teeth."

The angel nodded and the Greek god disappeared into the forest. Hmm, why was I in the woods if I was in Heaven…maybe this was my personal Heaven. Did that mean I still had my wings?

I scooted away from the angel and stretched my wing muscles. Without a second's notice, I snapped them open fully and leapt into the air. The angel followed me, more hesitantly than when I first arrived but that didn't matter to me. She was here, that's all that I cared about.

"Your…your skin." The angel breathed, touching my forearm.

I stared at her chocolate colored arm against my pale diamond skin and frowned. Why was I like the Greek god and not like her? Was it a male thing? I didn't understand.

The angel seemed to sense my confusion because she guided me back towards the forest. She passed over the spot we had originally been and I saw various pools of blood. Two main ones looked rather large and I hoped the people were okay. Heaven or not, this was giving me a crazy sense of de ja vu.

When the angel started to land, I followed absentmindedly. We were at a giant white house with glass walls. Could I finally meet God now? I prayed years ago in New York that He wouldn't think I was a freak and I silently prayed that again as I stepped through the backdoor.

I was greeted by the Greek god, his brothers and sisters, a toddler that looked just as mesmerizing, two bouncers, and four more angels...and they were all staring at me like I had a third eye.