Change (Chapter Eins)

I turned around. Nope still nothing was there. I couldn't shake away this feeling that someone or something was following me. It wouldn't be much of a suprise if someone was stalking me though,Manhattan was not always the safest place at night. I have been mugged several times throughout my life in NY; the only thing that scared me was being raped or murdered. I decided if it was indeed a 'mugger' he or she would have stolen from me already.

My aparment was aboutfour or fiveblocks farther, but being as arrogant as I was I figured I could take whoever it was. Once again I turned my head to see nothing exceptthe semi-crowded sidewalks and the somhow always cluttered streets.Three more blocks to go. Two more. One more.

I quickened my pace because nobody can beat the speed of a power walk. My heart began to pound. Then I did the smartest thing anyone could ever dowhen they're being followed, I stopped. I calmed myself trying to become positive,it was especialy hard since I'm a pesimist. Just as I calmed myself and started to walk at a stolling pace I felt something pierce my back.My thoughts began to blur, everything insight turned black, and I could no longer feel. It was asif I passed out from to much alcohol. I wished that was true. I was facinated with death, but scared. I believed in no hevean or hell, I believed you were just gone fromall existence. People would moarn over me for a day and then forget about me. See, pesimist.
I could see light, a blinding light. Someones breath was on the left of my pale, narrow face. That person, or prehaps not a human, spoke with an elegant, soft voice, "Finally awake, Faith?"
My eyes shot open. "God?!" I was deeply in shock right now, I could have shouted 'mom' and it would have made sence to me.
"No, you simple minded human." I could definatly tell the voice belonged to a male.
I sat up and turned my head. Indeed it was a boy. A georegus one at that. An odd thing was that he had perfectly clear skin, inhuman height, and the giant bird like wings shooting out of his back. "Wow." I looked around for a syringe, pipe, powder, anything that could explain this.
"Anyways... I should explain things to you,"
I kept looking around. I looked at my wrists and my veins were not sticking out. I smelled my breath, smalled like plain smoke. "Explain what?"
He furrowed his brows and crossed his arms. "If you'd let me explain, then you'd know smart one." His arm uncrossed and his rock hard glare sofened. "You died-"
"Then why am I just not gone?"
"Ironic your name is Faith, but you have no faith at all." He shot another death glare at me. "My name is Nathaniel and I'm-"
"My gardiun angel... The real Jesus... A demon? Am I in Hell?"
"Will you shut up and let me finish?!" Nathaniel slammed his hands down as his glare grew from daggar like to electric chair like.
"Yep, I'm in Hell." I couln't help but make him made it was so much fun.
He put his hand over my mouth. Nathaniel's teeth were grinding, "There is no hell. Everyone winds up getting two choices. You can stay here in heaven, nirvana, whatever you feel like calling it. Or you can be reincarnated. If you choose to stay here your here forever and you must become and angel. Reincarnation, you won't remember anything from you past life until you die once again." He released his hand from my mouth.
"What did Adolf Hitler choose?"
"He chose to repair-" Nathaniel's eye got wider as his hard glare turned to a worried look.
I planted a devious smirk onto my face, "I want that."
"It's dangerous and it's disallowed."
"At least tell me about it."
He let out a sigh, "Fine." The angel pondered for a bit and then began speaking in a quiet, low whisper. "Sometimes a soul becomes damaged and it's possible to take the soul of someone who died, like yourself, and combine those two souls. One soul is alway dominate over the other. If it's the repaired soul, they keep living life as it was before. If it's the repairing soul, that soul keeps all memories of their past life and has control over that body."
My smirk grew wider. "I want to repair a soul."
Nathaniel's supriseingly smirked as well, "Fine. I'll find a damagedsoul."
"What?"
"When I died the first time the angel who was incharge of my soul offered that to me. I obviously chose that option and I had fun living out a new life." He put a hand on my shoulder still smirking, "Tomarrow you will wake up as either yourself in a new body or be gone like you thought in the first place, atheist."
Then I blacked out.