Not only of these characters belong to me, even though I really wish they did LOL!
He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed with golden quilts, sheets and gloriously soft pillows. The room was unfamiliar but peaceful. The walls were white and an engraved golden door was in front of him. As if on cue the door opened and in came a man dressed from head to foot in white.
'Good you're awake. You've been out for two weeks. I'm sure you have lots of questions, that's normal, but I'll explain everything as we go to see Abeal.' the man lay a white shirt at the foot of the bed 'Come, get dressed and meet me on the other side of the door.' The man left the room. The boy did as he was asked and got out of bed. His thoughts were in a jumble, he tried to make sense of where he was, how he got there and why was he there.
He already had a pair of jeans on, so it only took a few seconds to get dressed and went to the door. A flutter of fear went through him. He didn't know what was waiting on the other side of the door. But he wanted to know what was going on and with a deep breath he opened the door and there was the man who had been in the room a few minutes ago, waiting in a hall will engraved golden walls and angel mosaic floors.
'Let me guess, your first question is, where am I,' the man said with a smile that reached his pale blue eyes. The boy nodded his head. 'Well it's quite a simple answer. Heaven.' The boys eyes widened in shock, he was in heaven that meant that he was dead. He heard a soft chuckle from the man.
'Yes I did say Heaven. And yes that means that on earth you are considered dead.' The man walked away down the hall and the boy followed in a silent state of shock. It didn't take them long to reach a wooden door at which the man knocked and waited for a reply.
'Enter,' came a gentle voice.
A man with long red hair sat at a table that was over ridden with parchment and quills. He was holding an extravagant feather quill and was staring intently at the piece of parchment in front of him.
'Abeal, he has finally awakened,' the man informed. Abeal looked up with a start, his grey eyes full of wonder.
'Ah my dear boy you are finally with us. So how are you feeling?' he asked getting up and walking over to the confused boy.
'I'm feeling fine,' he replied hesitantly.
'Good, good please sit,' the man directed them to the two seats by the fire. 'We have much to discuss and not a lot of time to do so. You died trying to stop the rise of evil and that was extremely noble of you. Noble and brave. But within in you there is such a power and you did not get the proper chance to do what was expected from you and your abilities. That is why He has decided to give you another chance and send you back.'
'Send me back? He?' the boy questioned, but in his heart he knew the answers.
'He, the almighty God, has decided to send you back and you will help stop the 'fallen angels' attempts to take over the world. Close your eyes boy, remember the last few minutes of your life on earth.' The boy did as he was asked and closed his eyes and flashes of images flitted into his mind. The swimming pool, John Constantine, the writhing body of Angela Dodson and finally he remembered being flung violently from the floor to the ceiling numerous times. His eyes snapped back open.
'Chas it's time for you to return. Find Constantine, he needs your help more than both of you will realise' with that Abeal placed his hands on Chas' head and the boy was once again lost in darkness.
