Hey y'all. I really want to get this done before Christmas, and since
there's only 3 days left, I better get working! I will probably have the
last chapter done ON Christmas
(We get up at about 4 in the morning (Thanks to me, lol), my mom makes me go back to sleep until 5, we get up (again) open presents until about 6 or 7, go back to sleep (My mom, my 'dad', and my sis do, I usually stay up listening to my new CD's or stuff (Which I will be this year, I know I'm getting the Holes soundtrack, and I'm most likely getting the Simple Plan CD), so I'll get on the computer until about 10, then we go to my Gram's and the whole fam has Christmas breakfast/lunch/dinner, we open presents at my grams, we leave my gram's at about 5, and then we go home. Then, I feel sad, 'cause Christmas is over. Yep. It's a routine.), so I should have time to write the last chapter on Christmas. If not, either on Christmas Eve, or the day after Christmas. But, that will just take the whole Holiday Cheer out of it, won't it? ^^)
Oh, and, ElfWarrior, I think I know you're problem (Even though you never replied back). You have me on your favorites list, so I'm thinking maybe you have me on Author Alerts. That would make sense, because that would send you an e-mail every time I update something. Although, I think you'd realize that, and wouldn't be blaming it on me.
Alright, let's get this party started, shall we?
Oh yes, and, Relaxing Pikachu, you got it right on the dot. Have a cookie. (You'll get what I mean when you read who the angel is.)
Disclaimer (Making sure y'all know, lol): I don't own RP, never did, probably never will. I also don't own, "It's A Wonderful Life". Rock on!
CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN: 3 MORE DAYS... WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 4: Life without Love and Truth without Twister
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As soon as the blinding light cleared, there stood a figure, glowing a bright light. The light dimmed down, and Twister could clearly recognize the figure.
"S--Sam??" Twister sputtered, looking at him with complete confusion, "How the heck did you get in here?"
"I'm not Sam, I've just taken form of your friend Samuel. My name is Xander, and I'm your guardian Angel." Sam--er--Xander--told him.
"Did you climb through the window?" Twister asked, walking over to his window, and looking down, "That's a long way."
The angel sighed, "I am not your friend Samuel. I am your guardian Angel. I was sent down from the Heaven above to discourage you from killing yourself."
Twister still was looking out the window, "Did you use a ladder?"
Xander pulled at his blonde hair, "I am not your friend! I am your Guardian Angel!", he pulled Twister over from the window, "Watch this! I'll prove it to you!"
Xander walked over to Twister's closet door, and walked through it.
"Whoah! That was cool, Sam, how'd you do it?" Twister asked, running up to the closet door, attempting to walk through it, and smacking face first into the door. He looked dazed for a few seconds, and then rubbed his head, emiting a small, "Ouch."
"You see? I am not your friend Sam." The angel said, smirking at Twister's attempt.
"Then who are you?" Twister asked.
Xander sighed heavily. This was going to be a long night.
"I am your guardian angel. My name is Xander."
"Can I call you Sam?"
Xander rolled his eyes, "Sure, fine. As long as you remember I'm not your friend Sam, I'm your guardian angel."
"What are you here for? Did I do it? Did I kill myself? Am I in heaven? Why does heaven look like my room?" Twister asked, pacing around his room, and tripping over a lump of clothes.
"I'm here to help you, as I explained earlier. I'm here to stop you from killing yourself. And in that way, you'll be helping me. You see, I need to help someone so I can get my wings." Xander explained. He noticed the puzzled look on Twister's face. "Every angel needs to do a good deed to get their wings. Unfortunatly," He sighed, "You are mine. And no, you didn't kill yourself, or else I wouldn't be here. No, you're not in Heaven." He looked around the room, "More like the other place..."
"So, by helping me, I'm helping you?" Twister asked, still confused.
"Yes, but let's forget about that for now. Because, we've got alot of work to do tonight. First, I'm going to show you what it would be like if you'd never been born. Then, I'm going to show you what it would be like if you had gone through with killing yourself." Xander said, gesturing Twister to come closer, "So, hang on. It's gonna' be a bumpy ride."
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"Ouch!" Twister yelped, rubbing his bottom after the crash landing they had done.
"Sorry about that," Xander said, "I'm still getting used to landings. It'll be easier when I have my wings."
"Where are we?" Asked Twister, looking around. Then, he noticed that they were in the Cul-De-Sac where he lived.
"No, YOU don't live here." Xander said, "You were never born."
"How--How'd you know I was thinking that? Can you read my mind or soemthing? Do you have E-S-T?" Twister asked, then he realized something, "What do you mean I was never born? I'm right here!"
"I believe you mean, E-S-P, and no. I'm your guardian angel, remember? I can read your thoughts. You were never born, remember? That's what I'm showing you now. What it would be like if you were never born." Xander said, walking towards the Rocket's house.
"Wait," Twister paused, "I'm not sure I want to see this. I'm probably just dreaming anyways, right? That's right," twister shook his head, "I'm just dreaming. This is all a dream."
As if to prove this point, Twister pinched himself hard in the arm.
"Ouch!" He squeaked. He tried again, same results. He hit himself in the head repeatidly, whispering, "Wake up. wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
"You can stop doing that now," Xander said, rolling his eyes, "This isn't a dream, and hitting yourself in the head won't wake you up. Now, let's go to the Rocket's house."
Twister sighed, and ran to catch up with Xander, who was standing on the Rocket's steps. Xander walked through the door, but Twister knew what had happened last time. He reached a hand out to the door. It went through. He took it back out, and shoved his left leg in. He took that back out, and put his right arm in. He put his arm and right leg in, lost balance, and fell in. Xander was staring down at him with an amused smile.
They walked into the kitchen, where Ray was cooking breakfast.
"Nothing seems different ye--" Twister said, and was cut short as Reggie came down the stairs. She was wearing a very low cut tanktop, with a mini- skirt, and high heels. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail, and she was wearing--horror beyond horrors--makeup.
"Breakfast is ready, Princess." Ray said, as Reggie pulled out a chair to sit down.
"Dad, I'm like, going to the mall after school with Shana-ann and some friends and I like, need some money, okay?" Reggie said, cutting her pancakes with a plastic knife, and pouring syrup on them.
"Okay, sure, how much?" Ray asked, getting out his wallet.
"Um, like, $100." Reggie said, holding her hand out. Ray put a hundred dollar bill in her hand, and she put it in her pocket. "Like thanks."
"Otto! Breakfast is ready!" Ray shouted, going over to the stairs. Twister heard a crash upstairs, and then footsteps walking down the stairs.
Otto walked over to the table, and pulled out a chair.
"No way." Twister said, "This is so wrong. Ottoman is a...a..DORK?"
Otto adjusted his thick glasses held together with pieces of white tape, pulled up his high-water pants, and made sure he had a pen in his plaid shirt pocket. Reggie stared at him, muttering something along the lines of, 'Disgusting'.
"So, Otto," Ray said, handing him a plate with pancakes on it, "How did gym class go yesterday?"
Otto didn't even look up, but began shoveling pieces of the pancake in his mouth, "They only had to call the ambulance in once."
"That's good." Ray said, "And how was your day yesterday, Reg?"
"Regina dad, not Reggie." Reggie corrected him, "And it went fine."
They started a conversation again about school, and Twister turned back around to Xander.
"Dude, this is just wrong. Reggie's a prep and wants to be called Regina. And, "He shivered, "She's wearing makeup. Otto's a geek who's obviosuly not very good at sports. I've had enough of this, can we just go back now?"
"Okay, we'll leave the Rocket's house, but we're not going back yet. We're going to the Rodriguez's house now." Xander said, walking back through the door. Twister reached through it again, pulling his arm in and out until Xander finally pulled him through.
"Don't you mean my house?" Twister asked, picking himself up from the ground.
"No, you were never born, therefore it's not your house." Xander explained as they walked over.
"Whatever you say, Sam.", Twister said.
Xander looked up into the sky, and mumbled, "What did I do to deserve this?"
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"Shouldn't we ring the doorbell?", Twister asked as they walked up to Twister's door.
"No one can see us, so does it really matter? And they can't hear us either."
"They can't?"
"No." Xander sighed, pushing Twister through the door, and then walking through himself.
"So, they can't hear me if I yell really loud?" Twister asked.
"Nope, but I can, so don't try it." Xander replied, as they walked into the Rodriguez's family room. Sandy, Raul,and Lars were decorating the room with garland and ornaments.
"See? They're fine without me." Twister said to Xander. Xander shrugged.
"Keep watching."
Twister watched for awhile, noticing nothing, until Lars hung up one of the purle bulbs on a strand of garland, and it fell to the ground and broke.
"Oops," Lars said, picking up the broken pieces of the ornament.
"Now look what you did!" Sandy yelled, "You broke it!"
"It's your fault for buying the glass ones, you know how Lars is, I told you to buy the plastic ones!" Raul said.
"Well, excuse me. I wanted the living room to look nice for once, instead of looking like the inside of a Barbie playhouse. Glass ornaments look so much nicer than plastic!" Sandy retorted back, "Not that you'd care anyways. I do all the work around here, and get no resepct for it, and when I go to buy something nice, I have to hear this!"
"You do all the work around here? Please! You don't even work!"
Twister watched his parents argue, and then watched Lars walk up to his room. He followed him up the stairs, and walked through the door. His room was pretty much the same, much neater and more organized than Twister's. He watched Lars lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and then put his pillow over his face to drown out his parents yelling downstairs.
A thought occured to him suddenly, and he walked back out of Lars' room, down the hall, and stopped at a door. His door. He paused for a moment, and then gathered up his courage, and walked in.
The room was painted blue, with ducks on the border. Baby toys, blankets, clothes, and other things were strewn around the room. Then he noticed it, in the middle of the room was a baby crib. He walked over to it, and looked inside.
"No way!" He yelled. He covered his mouth instantly, but then remembered that no one could hear him, luckily, or else the thing in the crib would have been shrieking and crying.
The 'thing' was a baby. Covered in blankets, it appeared to be asleep.
He had been replaced by a baby. A baby, of all things. He wanted out of here, he had seen enough.
"Okay, angel dude, can I go home now?" He shouted, twisting around the room, looking for him. Xander popped up behind him suddenly, putting a hand on Twister's shoulder and scaring him.
"Don't you want to see anything else of what would happen if you were never born?" Xander asked.
"No way, man. I've seen enough. I want to go home now." Twister pleaded, but Xander shook his head.
"Not yet."
(We get up at about 4 in the morning (Thanks to me, lol), my mom makes me go back to sleep until 5, we get up (again) open presents until about 6 or 7, go back to sleep (My mom, my 'dad', and my sis do, I usually stay up listening to my new CD's or stuff (Which I will be this year, I know I'm getting the Holes soundtrack, and I'm most likely getting the Simple Plan CD), so I'll get on the computer until about 10, then we go to my Gram's and the whole fam has Christmas breakfast/lunch/dinner, we open presents at my grams, we leave my gram's at about 5, and then we go home. Then, I feel sad, 'cause Christmas is over. Yep. It's a routine.), so I should have time to write the last chapter on Christmas. If not, either on Christmas Eve, or the day after Christmas. But, that will just take the whole Holiday Cheer out of it, won't it? ^^)
Oh, and, ElfWarrior, I think I know you're problem (Even though you never replied back). You have me on your favorites list, so I'm thinking maybe you have me on Author Alerts. That would make sense, because that would send you an e-mail every time I update something. Although, I think you'd realize that, and wouldn't be blaming it on me.
Alright, let's get this party started, shall we?
Oh yes, and, Relaxing Pikachu, you got it right on the dot. Have a cookie. (You'll get what I mean when you read who the angel is.)
Disclaimer (Making sure y'all know, lol): I don't own RP, never did, probably never will. I also don't own, "It's A Wonderful Life". Rock on!
CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN: 3 MORE DAYS... WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 4: Life without Love and Truth without Twister
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As soon as the blinding light cleared, there stood a figure, glowing a bright light. The light dimmed down, and Twister could clearly recognize the figure.
"S--Sam??" Twister sputtered, looking at him with complete confusion, "How the heck did you get in here?"
"I'm not Sam, I've just taken form of your friend Samuel. My name is Xander, and I'm your guardian Angel." Sam--er--Xander--told him.
"Did you climb through the window?" Twister asked, walking over to his window, and looking down, "That's a long way."
The angel sighed, "I am not your friend Samuel. I am your guardian Angel. I was sent down from the Heaven above to discourage you from killing yourself."
Twister still was looking out the window, "Did you use a ladder?"
Xander pulled at his blonde hair, "I am not your friend! I am your Guardian Angel!", he pulled Twister over from the window, "Watch this! I'll prove it to you!"
Xander walked over to Twister's closet door, and walked through it.
"Whoah! That was cool, Sam, how'd you do it?" Twister asked, running up to the closet door, attempting to walk through it, and smacking face first into the door. He looked dazed for a few seconds, and then rubbed his head, emiting a small, "Ouch."
"You see? I am not your friend Sam." The angel said, smirking at Twister's attempt.
"Then who are you?" Twister asked.
Xander sighed heavily. This was going to be a long night.
"I am your guardian angel. My name is Xander."
"Can I call you Sam?"
Xander rolled his eyes, "Sure, fine. As long as you remember I'm not your friend Sam, I'm your guardian angel."
"What are you here for? Did I do it? Did I kill myself? Am I in heaven? Why does heaven look like my room?" Twister asked, pacing around his room, and tripping over a lump of clothes.
"I'm here to help you, as I explained earlier. I'm here to stop you from killing yourself. And in that way, you'll be helping me. You see, I need to help someone so I can get my wings." Xander explained. He noticed the puzzled look on Twister's face. "Every angel needs to do a good deed to get their wings. Unfortunatly," He sighed, "You are mine. And no, you didn't kill yourself, or else I wouldn't be here. No, you're not in Heaven." He looked around the room, "More like the other place..."
"So, by helping me, I'm helping you?" Twister asked, still confused.
"Yes, but let's forget about that for now. Because, we've got alot of work to do tonight. First, I'm going to show you what it would be like if you'd never been born. Then, I'm going to show you what it would be like if you had gone through with killing yourself." Xander said, gesturing Twister to come closer, "So, hang on. It's gonna' be a bumpy ride."
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"Ouch!" Twister yelped, rubbing his bottom after the crash landing they had done.
"Sorry about that," Xander said, "I'm still getting used to landings. It'll be easier when I have my wings."
"Where are we?" Asked Twister, looking around. Then, he noticed that they were in the Cul-De-Sac where he lived.
"No, YOU don't live here." Xander said, "You were never born."
"How--How'd you know I was thinking that? Can you read my mind or soemthing? Do you have E-S-T?" Twister asked, then he realized something, "What do you mean I was never born? I'm right here!"
"I believe you mean, E-S-P, and no. I'm your guardian angel, remember? I can read your thoughts. You were never born, remember? That's what I'm showing you now. What it would be like if you were never born." Xander said, walking towards the Rocket's house.
"Wait," Twister paused, "I'm not sure I want to see this. I'm probably just dreaming anyways, right? That's right," twister shook his head, "I'm just dreaming. This is all a dream."
As if to prove this point, Twister pinched himself hard in the arm.
"Ouch!" He squeaked. He tried again, same results. He hit himself in the head repeatidly, whispering, "Wake up. wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
"You can stop doing that now," Xander said, rolling his eyes, "This isn't a dream, and hitting yourself in the head won't wake you up. Now, let's go to the Rocket's house."
Twister sighed, and ran to catch up with Xander, who was standing on the Rocket's steps. Xander walked through the door, but Twister knew what had happened last time. He reached a hand out to the door. It went through. He took it back out, and shoved his left leg in. He took that back out, and put his right arm in. He put his arm and right leg in, lost balance, and fell in. Xander was staring down at him with an amused smile.
They walked into the kitchen, where Ray was cooking breakfast.
"Nothing seems different ye--" Twister said, and was cut short as Reggie came down the stairs. She was wearing a very low cut tanktop, with a mini- skirt, and high heels. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail, and she was wearing--horror beyond horrors--makeup.
"Breakfast is ready, Princess." Ray said, as Reggie pulled out a chair to sit down.
"Dad, I'm like, going to the mall after school with Shana-ann and some friends and I like, need some money, okay?" Reggie said, cutting her pancakes with a plastic knife, and pouring syrup on them.
"Okay, sure, how much?" Ray asked, getting out his wallet.
"Um, like, $100." Reggie said, holding her hand out. Ray put a hundred dollar bill in her hand, and she put it in her pocket. "Like thanks."
"Otto! Breakfast is ready!" Ray shouted, going over to the stairs. Twister heard a crash upstairs, and then footsteps walking down the stairs.
Otto walked over to the table, and pulled out a chair.
"No way." Twister said, "This is so wrong. Ottoman is a...a..DORK?"
Otto adjusted his thick glasses held together with pieces of white tape, pulled up his high-water pants, and made sure he had a pen in his plaid shirt pocket. Reggie stared at him, muttering something along the lines of, 'Disgusting'.
"So, Otto," Ray said, handing him a plate with pancakes on it, "How did gym class go yesterday?"
Otto didn't even look up, but began shoveling pieces of the pancake in his mouth, "They only had to call the ambulance in once."
"That's good." Ray said, "And how was your day yesterday, Reg?"
"Regina dad, not Reggie." Reggie corrected him, "And it went fine."
They started a conversation again about school, and Twister turned back around to Xander.
"Dude, this is just wrong. Reggie's a prep and wants to be called Regina. And, "He shivered, "She's wearing makeup. Otto's a geek who's obviosuly not very good at sports. I've had enough of this, can we just go back now?"
"Okay, we'll leave the Rocket's house, but we're not going back yet. We're going to the Rodriguez's house now." Xander said, walking back through the door. Twister reached through it again, pulling his arm in and out until Xander finally pulled him through.
"Don't you mean my house?" Twister asked, picking himself up from the ground.
"No, you were never born, therefore it's not your house." Xander explained as they walked over.
"Whatever you say, Sam.", Twister said.
Xander looked up into the sky, and mumbled, "What did I do to deserve this?"
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"Shouldn't we ring the doorbell?", Twister asked as they walked up to Twister's door.
"No one can see us, so does it really matter? And they can't hear us either."
"They can't?"
"No." Xander sighed, pushing Twister through the door, and then walking through himself.
"So, they can't hear me if I yell really loud?" Twister asked.
"Nope, but I can, so don't try it." Xander replied, as they walked into the Rodriguez's family room. Sandy, Raul,and Lars were decorating the room with garland and ornaments.
"See? They're fine without me." Twister said to Xander. Xander shrugged.
"Keep watching."
Twister watched for awhile, noticing nothing, until Lars hung up one of the purle bulbs on a strand of garland, and it fell to the ground and broke.
"Oops," Lars said, picking up the broken pieces of the ornament.
"Now look what you did!" Sandy yelled, "You broke it!"
"It's your fault for buying the glass ones, you know how Lars is, I told you to buy the plastic ones!" Raul said.
"Well, excuse me. I wanted the living room to look nice for once, instead of looking like the inside of a Barbie playhouse. Glass ornaments look so much nicer than plastic!" Sandy retorted back, "Not that you'd care anyways. I do all the work around here, and get no resepct for it, and when I go to buy something nice, I have to hear this!"
"You do all the work around here? Please! You don't even work!"
Twister watched his parents argue, and then watched Lars walk up to his room. He followed him up the stairs, and walked through the door. His room was pretty much the same, much neater and more organized than Twister's. He watched Lars lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and then put his pillow over his face to drown out his parents yelling downstairs.
A thought occured to him suddenly, and he walked back out of Lars' room, down the hall, and stopped at a door. His door. He paused for a moment, and then gathered up his courage, and walked in.
The room was painted blue, with ducks on the border. Baby toys, blankets, clothes, and other things were strewn around the room. Then he noticed it, in the middle of the room was a baby crib. He walked over to it, and looked inside.
"No way!" He yelled. He covered his mouth instantly, but then remembered that no one could hear him, luckily, or else the thing in the crib would have been shrieking and crying.
The 'thing' was a baby. Covered in blankets, it appeared to be asleep.
He had been replaced by a baby. A baby, of all things. He wanted out of here, he had seen enough.
"Okay, angel dude, can I go home now?" He shouted, twisting around the room, looking for him. Xander popped up behind him suddenly, putting a hand on Twister's shoulder and scaring him.
"Don't you want to see anything else of what would happen if you were never born?" Xander asked.
"No way, man. I've seen enough. I want to go home now." Twister pleaded, but Xander shook his head.
"Not yet."