Disclaimer: I do not own ianyi of the characters in this fic. *sniffles* I wish I did...
~Chapter 1~
It was just another day in the life of Tiffany. She sat in school doing what her teachers told her to. iCopy down these notes, do your project I assigned it today but it's due tomorrow, You have to play in tune notes or it all sounds like a big mess, you must do all of the work in order to get credit.../i
Tiffany sighs and looks down at her folder. On the front it has a shrine to the movie 'Dogma', Alan as the Metatron being the one most pictured on it. She quickly flips it over, revealing a whole bounty of Alan pictures. Mostly of The Interrogator...
iIf only it where all true..../i She thinks and looks back forward to Mrs.Nash who is trying to teach the class to write the perfect essay, which she already knew how.
She sat threw the rest of the period writing the perfect expository essay on 'Why Alan Rickman is the best actor in the world.'
When the bell ring she immediately jumps up and leaves the classroom heading towards her locker.
She opens it quickly and puts her books in it, hoping she had done all of her homework during class as she usually does. She slams it and puts the lock back on getting up to walk quickly down to the orchestra room to get her violin before getting on the bus to get home.
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She spent that night like any other, sitting in front of the computer reading fan fiction on fanfiction.net. After her mother yelled for her that it was bedtime, she griped but was ultimately yelled at and was made to go to bed.
She walked into her bedroom and closed the door. She turned on her fan and walked over to where she kept her school stuff in her room. After taking a quick peek at the Metatron on her folder she runs and turns off her light and then jumps into bed quickly covering up so the evil spirits in her room wouldn't eat her or something...
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It was about 1 in the morning when a huge flame sprung up from Tiffany's floor saying, "Behold the Metatron! Herald of the Almighty and voice of the one true God!"
Tiffany turned over in bed, covering her head with her pillow. The voice continued so she rolled over and took the pillow and blanket off of he head. "What do you want?" She asks sounding angry since she thought that it was just another of her dreams.
The fire stops and so does the voice. In pipes a softer not as powerful sounding one. "What do you mean what do I want?"
"I mean what do you want? Why are you in my dreams once again? Let the Interrogator or Mesmer have a chance!" Tiffany says and narrows her eyes evilly.
"Dream? You think this is a dream?" The supposed 'Metatron' laughs.
"Of course. Dogma isn't real. All of Alan Rickman's characters aren't real." Tiffany points out and smiles.
"Well, then I better take this slow. We need you to stop the Interrogator before he gets to his target--"
"Whoa whoa. Stop the Interrogator? I just can't do that!" Tiffany interjects.
"On mine and God's book you can." Metatron says and smiles.
"Well, I can't leave home just for that. Imagine what my mom would say if I just walked out the door saying, 'bye mom I gotta go stop this Interrogator guy before he gets to his target.' By the way what target?"
"That is something I can't tell you."
"Why?" Tiffany asks and gets off the bed to stand in front of him.
"You know what? I dunno why..." Metatron tells her and lifts his left eyebrow at her.
"Well what am I supposed to do about... Nevermind... I'll do it! Will I have help?"
"Yes. By one man named Severus Snape, another named Franz Anton Mesmer, another named Colonel Christopher Brandon, and finally Hans Gruber."
Tiffany's jaw drops.
"This is a dream..." She sighs. Metatron reaches out a hand and pinches her arm.
"Ow what the Hell was that for!?" Tiffany yells and jumps back.
"It's not a dream..." Metatron waves his finger in the air. "Oh yeah and I will be there too, sometimes... When I feel like it." Metatron says and frowns.
"When do I leave?"
"Now." Metatron says and snaps his fingers sending Tiffany to a room where 4 guys, that all oddly look the same, where sitting talking. They all stop and look at her.
"Oh boy..."
