Emmett's POV

I had lived in Harmon, Tennessee all my life. I loved my life, there was not one single thing I wished was different except maybe for the fact that I couldnt hunt all the time. Life would have really been like heaven if I didnt have to worry about chores or work, just hunting..all day and night long. It was what I did best, almost as if I was born for it. My brothers were all jealous, sure they got some nice kills but nothing compared to mine. Mine were always the biggest and the best. I set out in the early dawn and had set up in a promising spot. I had waited for hours in the spot willing myself to sit still, assuring myself that it would be worth it. Around the third or fourth hour my patience paid off. A monster buck walked into my path and I aimed. I was sure of myself and the shot rang through the forest. True..we weren't technically allowed to be hunting in these woods anymore..the president had said it was now a national forest and sacred..to hell with that, my family had been hunting in these woods for generations and we'd be damned if someone suddenly told us otherwise. I felt the shot pulse through me, almost like I was one with the bullet. It struck the buck but to my horror the buck took off. I jumped from my spot and went to the place where I shot it. There was blood, but there should have been more..i must have knicked it. I sighed grudgingly and started to make my way through the woods tracking it. The blood trail was easy, the buck couldn't be too far with as much blood as it was loosing. The only thing I was worried about was drawing in other predators. I followed the trail skillfully and made it to a small clearing that was when I saw the monster buck lying dead. " Yes!!" It really was a beast, it may even be a state record. I dropped my gun and ran to the deer too excited for words. My brothers would be jealous and I couldnt be happier. My happiness ended though when I heard a low growl behind me. I turned slowly and faced one of my worst nightmares. It was a huge bear and it wanted my prize buck. I glanced at my gun which was too far to grab and before I had a moment to react it swiped its claws at me sending me to the ground. I tried covering my face, but it was no use. The massive bear's claws were slicing through my skin like a knife through warm butter. I felt the warmth of my blood seeping out of me making a small pool around my limp body. I felt another stab of claws into my flesh and then it was over. The attack was over quickly, but the pain had just begun. I didn't know where the bear went and I didn't care. I tried not to scream but the pain was unbearable. I wondered what my momma would think. I hoped she wouldn't be in pain, I couldnt take knowing she'd be sad. I couldn't be sorry that I had decided to go hunting though, I once told my brothers that there was no such thing as " a bad day in the woods" and I was still set on that. Even though it was surely the most excruciating way to die..it was the coolest. Atleast my death wouldnt be a boring one in the papers..maybe folks would actually want to read about the amazing bear attack. As I thought about these pointless thoughts something came into view...someone. When I saw her face I knew I had died or atleast I was on the way. She had blonde hair that cascaded past her shoulders in soft curls. Her face was exsquisite. She most certainly was an angel, only God could have created something so perfectly flawless as the girl infront of me. I couldnt speak, if not for the pain but for her astounding beauty. I knew I was not worthy enough to speak to a creature so stunning as the one before me. She seemed to be looking over me too..I wondered why, certainly she was not my angel. I could not be that lucky. She must have me mistaken. Her eyes found mine and I fought to keep contact with her. My eyes were demanding that I shut them, my body was demanding that I allow myself to fall into the sweet lure of subconsciousness, but I refused. I didnt want to take my eyes off of the beauty that was before me. I knew I would never again be graced with her presence. Soon she would leave me to die....I wanted to speak to her, I wanted to beg her to stay with me but all I could manage was " my angel " My heartbeat was barely thudding in my chest and then my eyes slowly closed.

I had felt someone pick me up and then the wind in my hair. My eyes were not open but I knew we were flying there was no other explanation. My angel didnt speak and I couldnt blame her, she was the most beautiful thing in the world and I was a blood-soaked loser, I wouldnt speak to myself if I was her either. I kept my eyes closed..it was easier that way...until I heard the other voices. I was laid down on something soft, and I barely managed to lull my head to the side to hear where the voices were coming from. There were more angels in the room standing with who I could only imagine was god. The human race had gotten him all wrong, he didnt have a beard..how could all the apostles missed that one? Then again..maybe he had just shaved...I barely heard what they were saying it was as if someone had put a pillow over my head, I could barely see either...I knew I was close to the end. I heard my angel's voice speak for the first time, and i felt my heart beat a little faster. Her voice was just as beautiful as her face. It was soothing and gentle, I could listen to her speak for hours. I was oddly content in dying...I had not only gotten to see my angel but hear her speak too..life was complete...but I felt a sharp pain in my neck. This pain was worse than any bear could have done. I felt it rip through my body and I gripped my angel's hand. I didnt have time to beg her to stay, I couldnt speak the words asking her to end the torture all I could do was grip her beautiful hand and wait for the fire to consume me.