As I made my way to my car at the end of the parking lot, after crossing the street, looking at my phone, reading a fanfiction, I heard loud sirens in the distance. Glancing away from my phone and looking to my left. I could see the Red and Blue lights flickering off the buildings, bathing the street in it's light.
Judging by the sirens getting louder and the lights getting brighter. I knew pretty soon I'll see a few police cars driving by.
It was pretty normal to see police cars driving by, flashing their lights and sirens, no matter what time of day and or night. It is New York City afterall, known as "the city that never sleeps."
With a city of over eight million people, squeezed in on five boroughs, and with a subway system that only connects to four of them; it would make sense that the police are active on a daily basis.
As a young woman about to turn twenty-four years of age, who lived in New York City all my life, and have witnessed many things, I ignored the soon to arrive police cars and went back to looking at my phone.
I continued walking to my car, getting lost in the fanfiction that I was reading, when suddenly a bright white light appeared in front of me, blinding me and forcing my to cover my eyes when suddenly; I was hit by a white box-truck and was sent flying through the air.
I must had blacked out, because the next thing I noticed, I was opening my eyes to another blinding white light, causing me to flinch and shut my eyes. It was then that I felt the pain, the unimaginable pain that was spreading across my body.
It felt like I was being dipped in lava while being stabbed repeatedly, not that I know what that feels like but It's what comes to mind. With my eyes squeezed shut and body in tremendous pain. I had no choice but to simply stay as still as possible.
It was then that I noticed a few things. First, I could hear murmurs, like a group of people were talking but nothing could be understood. It was as if they were just making random noises with their mouth.
However, the more I focused on it, the more I noticed that it sounded like four people were in a heated discussion.
The second thing I noticed was a 'beeping' sound, or something similar. It was making a type of noise that sounded like it was a warning signal. There was also a hard breathing-like sound that accompanied the beeping. The more I focused on it, the more faster it came.
The third thing I noticed was that I felt something wrapped on my nose and mouth, with what felt like straps that went across my cheeks and under my ears. And when I focused on it, I noticed that it was a mask, and it was blowing air into my nose and mouth.
Before I could think about anything or noticed anything new, a sudden jolt of electricity went through my body, forcing me to open my eyes in shock and realized what was happening.
Fear began to overtake me but soon words began to reach my ears and my pain also kept me distracted enough to not panic.
Those murmurs where doctors. They weren't having a heated discussion but were actually communicating with each other with desperation.
"Heart rate dropping again"
"I need more time to close this"
"Sir, her ribs are shattered and I don't know if..."
"Her right lung was punctured"
"Sir, we need more blood or else she's not..."
"Heart rate still dropping!"
The doctors were going back and forth, some with clear desperation in their voice while other's seem to have slight fear in their tones. Judging by their words, I can only assume that these doctors were trying their hardest at saving someone's life. My life.
And those beeping and hard breathing noises from earlier was machines. Machines that were wired to my body, including the mask that I now know was a breathing mask on my nose and mouth. That "air" I was feeling being blown into my body wasn't air but oxygen. I was getting oxygen through a breathing mask.
"Sir! Her eyes are open!"
"Vitals still dropping"
"Nurse! Get me a hundred and fifty milligrams of..."
"Miss? Hey miss? Can you hear me? Miss?"
Tilting my head to the side, I locked eyes with a pair of blue, worried eyes that held traces of concern. Those eyes were attached to a elderly woman, wearing the green scrubs and a pair of blue latex gloves on her hands. And to finish the outfit that was clearly a nurse uniform, was a white mask that covered the woman's bottom half of her face.
"Miss? Can you hear me? Miss?"
"Heart rate dropping again!"
"Get the defibrillator ready again!"
"Sir, she lost too much blood!"
"We're losing her!"
Exhaustion slammed into me, numbing the pain, lowering the doctor's voices, and blackening my vision is my eyes started to close. I tried my hardest to fight the exhaustion but the more I fought, the faster it came, and soon; I gave in.
Before anything else could happen, I was suddenly jolted again, but not with that electricity feeling as before. It felt more like a hand that was shaking me awake. And with that, I opened my eyes and gasped. Because unlike last time when I opened my eyes and was immediately blinded by a bright light. I was instead greeted by a white-yellowish light that didn't blind me and reminded me of my bedroom lamp.
I then immediately realized that I wasn't in pain anymore, and in fact; I was standing in a white room all by myself. There was no doctors and nurses around me, and in fact. There wasn't even any if the machines that were keeping me alive, including the breathing mask that wasn't on my face.
As a matter of fact, the room had no windows or any doors. Which means I have no way out of here. But the room did have some furniture that gave the room the feeling of a average living room.
There was a low, wide coffee table in between two couches, all in the dark colors of brown. The couches seemed to be made out of fur, with leather lining the edges, while the coffee table were made out of a dark brown wood that I can't never remember the name of.
Of to the side, was another coffee table, this one slightly shorter in length but taller in height. While the coffee table between the couches looked to be only able to reach my knees, the one on the side looked to be able to reach my waist. And standing on that coffee table was a flat-screen TV.
However there was no lamp or overhead lighting, which confused me on how the room had light, but I decided to ignore it as I made my way to one of the couches and sat down.
Closing my eyes, I let out a small moan as I made contact with the fur of the couch, feeling like I was laying against a giant cat.
My hands moved to my sides, laying hands down, and began moving my hands around; feeling the warmth of the fur as I moved my hands as if I was petting a animal. The fur felt amazing and quickly soothed all the worries and anxiety that I was feeling from the moment I first opened my eyes.
Luckily or unluckily, I was in too much pain to focus on any of it. But now, now that I'm alone in a mysterious room with no way out, and with no pain to distract me, I was beginning to grow nervous and dare I say... scared.
However I didn't have to focus on that any longer, because no sooner did I start to feel fear, I started to feel calm.
Before I could question the weird turnabout of emotions; a small but loud cough startled me out of my thoughts and forced my eyes to snap open.
And sitting before me, on the couch across from me, was a male teenager. He was laying on the couch sideways, using his left hand to hold his head up while his right arm laid across his side with his hand by his waist.
His right knee was slightly bent, causing his leg to bend a bit forward. His legs were laid across the couch, with his feet over the edge, dangling over the floor.
He had on what seemed to be black tights or sweatpants, with a belt buckle at the front. The buckle was of simple design, that being a oval, but it was made out of gold.
His top was a simple white vest that had four gold buttons. The vest was button up but it did nothing to cover the arms nor the area around his neck, dipping lower and showing a lot of a well-developed chest.
On his feet was just a pair of white socks but with a gold lining across the toes.
But what surprised me the most was his appearance itself. While clearly looking like a teenager, probably eighteen at most, he had silver white-ish hair. However instead of the white-ish gray that old people get; his looked like white strands of silk.
His hair was pulled back, stopping right above his shoulders, while two long stands of hair framed his face, with the left pulled behind the ear and the right simply laying on his cheek.
He had the bluest set of eyes, that almost looked gray, I've ever seen, and if they weren't focused at me; I would had thought he was blind.
Before I could say anything, the teenager sat up, moving his legs in front, but not making any moves to stand up. Instead he sat further back into the couch. Now that he was sitting up, his hands were folded across his waist, resting comfortably on his lap. Yet throughout the entire moving around; his eyes never left mine.
"It's nice to meet you, Jennifer" he said as lips pulled up into a smile. His eyes were soft and welcoming, his posture was relaxed, and his voice was smooth and kind. "I usually don't get that many visitors but I'll make sure to do my best."
His greeting had me relaxing back into my seat, and returning his smile with a small one of my own. But before I could ask how he knew my name, something registered in my head at the end of his speech. Something I had to ask.
"W-what, um what do you mean when you, um say do your best?"
His smile grew as he mirrored my position and sat further back in his seat.
"Well let's start with introduction first. My name is Barachiel and I'm an angel. I know your not very religious so I'll simply say that I'm known as the 'Archangel of Blessings' and the reason you're here is because I'm going to give you a choice."
Usually I would laugh or scoff at anything religious, not that I was against it or anything, but I just didn't believe in it. I was a firm believer of science, proof, evidence, facts.
However, in this situation, after waking up in a hospital after getting hit by a truck, and now I was sitting in a mysterious room with someone claiming to be an angel. I couldn't help but believe this teenager, no angel, in front of me.
Which means I died and this is heaven. Or maybe I'm in someplace like limbo, getting judge before going to either heaven or hell. But why would he offer me a choice? Leaning forward, I paid attention as he continued.
"Your death was an accident you see. The driver of that truck was running away from police and was supposed to turn left. An angel was supposed to turn the traffic light red, which would had forced the driver to make the intended turn. However, you see, the angel was new and made a mistake. The traffic light never turned and therefore the driver continued going straight, into the parking lot, and unfortunately hitting you. On behalf of that angel, I would like to apologize for the pain it caused you."
The Angel truly looked remorseful as he bowed his head towards me. I on the other hand was in shock. Apparently I died because a new angel failed to turn a traffic light at the right moment.
Was I angry? Surprisingly I wasn't mad about it. Sure I was hit by a truck and sent to the hospital where I died. But to be completely honest, it just didn't make me angry.
It's not like my life was anything special. I was an orphan who never knew her parents, bouncing around in the foster care system, before being thrown out into the streets on my eighteen birthday. Luckily I was what you would call pretty and was able to quickly secure part-time job at a dinar as a waitress.
That same year, I graduated high school with above average grades. I didn't get no scholarship and with only a few thousand dollars that I managed to save throughout the years, I decided that college just wasn't for me.
I quickly got hired as a full-time waitress and soon I was taught how to work the kitchen as the chef, even though I never went to school for it. However you don't need to go to culinary school just to learn how to make sandwiches and brew coffee. And sometimes tea!
The entire time, I rented out a studio apartment in the rundown part of Brooklyn. While it wasn't cheap, four hundred dollars a month was a miracle in a place like New York City. Due to never making a lot of money and always dreaming of moving away.
The apartment was bare. It had a mattress on the floor with two blankets, one was used as a sheet cover while the other I used to cover myself if it got cold. There was no pillow but I had a big fluffy teddy hear that I would rest my head on.
I had three bins against the wall opposite my bed, with two of them on the right and the third on the left. The two bins on the right had clean clothes, with most just being jeans and t-shirts in one while the other had my undergarments and sleepwear. The bin to the left was where I put my dirty clothes.
I didn't have a dinner table or any tables at all, but I did have three soft floormats surrounding a fourth bin where I would eat at. And on the other side of the room, close to the front door, was a fifth bin that held a few books. But there was also a jacket that was was always placed on it due not having a hook to hang it up.
The bathroom and kitchen were also part of the room itself, with the bathroom having a thin wall to separate it from the rest. The bathroom took up a quarter of the entire apartment, and yet it barely had enough room for one person.
The toilet was so close to the tub, that your leg would be touching the tub every time you sat down to use the toilet. You had to sit a little sideways just to be able to spread your legs a bit.
And then across from the toilet was the sink.
And in the corner was a stack of toilet paper and cleaning supplies, all squeeze in the small gap between the sink and the wall. And right next to the door was a broom a mop.
The kitchen was just a counter with two cupboards underneath while a microwave sat on top, a stove, and a fridge. And for six year it remaind that way.
So I responded back to the Angel the only way I could.
"It's alright. Everyone makes mistakes. Can't be mad at what's done."
Judging by look of surprised that turned to a grateful one as his smile returned, he must have thought that I would have probably shouted or even complain at him, but I wasn't like that. Living the life I lived, taught me that it's best to just let things go and move on.
Before I could think about it anymore, the Angel sat back in his seat and took a breath, signaling that he was going to speak again; so I again leaned forward.
"Well I'm glad you're not angry about it" he said as he crossed his leg over the other and sat further back, taking the same position he had when he sat up earlier. "Moving on. Because of our mistake, we are offering a choice. I'm here to help in whatever choice you decide to make."
I nodded along, knowing that whatever I decided would be my resting place for all of eternity. While I knew I wasn't no saint, I definitely knew I wasn't deserving of hell, at least I don't think so.
So my decision was already made. I would choose heaven as my resting place.
Barachiel smiled at me, but I could see a look of amusement in his eyes, kinda like a twinkle.
"Your options are to either return to your life, however you'll wake up in the hospital, remain for two weeks, before being released. I'll even pay for your medical bills so you'll have nothing to worry about. This all will be seen as a dream and you can continue your life. Or you can allow your death to occur and be reincarnated in a Fandom of your choosing."
Wait. What?! I'm not going to the after life? I'm actually being given a choice to return back to life and continue living or get reincarnated in a Fandom. Just that thought alone had me struggling to stay still as I can feel my happiness overflowing. Why would I choose to return to my life? I had no family, no friends, not even a pet. I was alone for as long as I can remember, and I'm pretty sure my life would had continue the same way.
So picking the reincarnation option wasn't hard at all, especially when knowing how these types of things go.
"I'll pick to be reincarnated."
"Fantastic!"
Barachiel then pointed to the TV that was off to the side, and made it disappear. Before I could ask what happened, a black tablet appeared in front of me, causing me to gasp in surprise. Because on the screen, was what looked like a character creation sheet, kinda like those games where you have to design your character.
"I'll give you a few minutes to design your new body. But I must warn you that once you press save, you can never change anything again. Other then your hair of course."
I nodded along as I picked up the tablet and looked at the few questions before me. The questions were pretty simple, asking me what Gender I wanted to be, what kind of haircut and color I wanted, and even a question that ask for my eye color.
Going through the questions, I made sure to reread every question to make sure I wasn't making any mistakes as I answered the questions.
[Name: (Stays the same.)
Age: (determined after reincarnation.)
Gender: Female.
Height: five feet - 4 inches.
Weight: A hundred and nineteen pounds.
Hair Style: Long and straight with curls at the end. Reaches right below the waist.
Hair Color: A mixture of blonde and brown.
Eye Color: Forest Green.]
I then clicked [Save] and a new page popped up. This one had a picture of my body, but with the slight changes I made such as the green eyes and the longer hair.
Everything else remained the same as I didn't want to change too much about myself, but I did want to be taller so I did add two more inches. The body on the page was completely nude, yet the private areas were blurred, making it difficult to see any of the goods.
Next to the body, had a section labeled [Adjustments] with a few bars that can be moved by sliding my finger across.
Apparently it was like the volume part that pops up on a phone and you move your finger up or down to increase or decrease the volume. They had a bar for chest size, a bar for butt size, a bar to determine my hands and feet, and of course there was even a section for body hair.
So for the next three minutes, I adjusted my body, giving me a bigger bust and behind, while also making my body entirely hairless. I had no body hair on any part of my body except for my head. No more tiny mustache that I had to shave every few days, no more armpit hair that made me only want to wear long sleeve shirts, and no more leg hair that will have me in the bathroom for over an hour. Other then that, I kept everything the same, not wanting to accidentally give myself huge feet or tiny baby hands. I then clicked [Save] again and the screen turned black.
Looking up at Barachiel, I noticed that he was laying down again, but this time with his eyes closed. If I didn't know any better, I would had thought he was sleeping. But the moment my eyes looked at him, his eyes opened and another smile returned on his face.
"Well I'm glad that's done. Now we need to get to the next part, which is to pick your fandom that you wish to be reincarnated in!"
And with that, the tablet in my hands turned on again, with a list of every fandom that I liked. They were even separated into categories like the categories from a fanfiction.
They had the options for TV, Anime, Books, Movies, comics, etc. But what grasped my attention was the [Crossover] section.
This list had all my fandoms, mixed with each other in so many different ways. And as a fan of crossovers, I decided to look through the crossover list first.
And not even a minute later, I found something that just made me stop.
[Marvel X Twilight.]
Something about that just made be stop and hesitant to go on. I remember that the last fanfiction I was reading, was about a Supergirl X Twilight fanfiction where an OC takes over the body of Supergirl and ends up in a mixture of Twilight and the DC universe. Throughout the story, I couldn't help but imagine what that story would look like but with Twilight crossing over with Marvel instead.
However I didn't really want to be part of the Marvel universe, so I picked the [Twilight] section and was surprised to see a editing option. Apparently I can select which part of the story I wanted to start from. I could even change events.
However there was a warning sign that stated that one small change can effect the entire story completely. So I decided to add one little change.
Barachiel then jumped up and started clapping as a child as he said "great idea! That would work perfectly and wouldn't cause too much problems overall."
I nodded along as I made sure to reread what I wrote before clicking on [Save] again.
And with that, the tablet disappeared out of my hands, only to reappear back as a tv on the coffee table to the side.
Barachiel then got up and moved his hand, and the white room disappeared. We were now in space! How did I know this was space? Because I can see the entire planet of Earth while literally standing on the moon. I was on the moon!
The couches we were sitting on also came with us but the tables were no where to be seen. Before I could ask anything, Barachiel looked towards me and held up three fingers.
"Before you start your life, I would like to give you some help. Which is why I will grant you three wishes before you go."
Considering I already expected something similar, I already had something in mind, but knowing I had three wishes instead of the one I expected, was truly a blessing. I snorted.
Blessing. Angel of blessing. Ha! It definitely makes sense now.
"My first wish is to have the powers of Wanda Maximoff and become the Scarlet Witch."
Barachiel not looking surprised nodded along, as if he knew what I was going to say. At this point I was beginning to suspect that he was reading my mind or could tell the future. But then again, perhaps he just expected this from what he knows from my life. Whatever the reason, I knew that I wasn't doing anything wrong.
"No problem. Just to let you know, this dimension is entirely yours. You can do whatever you want, so don't think about good or bad. Just try to enjoy your life."
I nodded at his words and began to list my next wish. "My second wish is to start right before Bella jumps off a cliff."
With the small change I added, it would make sense if I can be there right before Alice comes back and takes Bella to Italy. If I can introduce myself to Bella and say a few things, I'm sure I can get her to not forgive Edward.
This will also put me in between Bella and the Cullens which would be a perfect way to get noticed while also showing that I'm not one to mess with. Knowing from the books, movies, and many fanfictions. I knew the Cullens wasn't going to ignore me, especially once I start blocking their gifts.
"And my third wish is to make me the mate of Tanya Denali!"
Barachiel nodded with a grin on his face, as he snapped his fingers and suddenly I felt another jolt through my body.
"When you wake up, all will be settled. Enjoy your life little one and be happy" was all I heard as everything then faded to black.
