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Guardian Angel story

Zack
Melody - Zack’s Guardian Angel
Sarah
Amadeus - Priest’s guardian then Sarah’s
Priest Charles - Dies after the warning given to Melody
Sotan - One of the four lords of Hell
Pyro - Sotan’s assistant
Matt, Kevin, Tristan - Other members of the band


It was the big day. His band was going to play at the Angel Festival, and they were finally going to get the recognition they deserved. Though their style of music probably was not the best for a festival dedicated to the angels who so called founded their city, but at least they would get heard. Zack really never was one for crowd pleasing. He had given up on other people ever since they sent him to that hospital. He was not crazy, and it was a lucky thing they let him out early, or else he probably would have gone crazy. He did not hallucinate that a girl saving him from being hit by that truck all those years ago, but to appease them, he lied, though he resented that girl since then.

When he was five he was sent to that hospital, and when they let him out, his family would not take him back, so he was sent to his grandmother in this city. The only one in his family who kept contact with him for awhile was his brother, but even then, after five years, his brother stopped writing. So, when he turned eighteen, he vowed to leave his grandma, even though she had been so loving to him, and forget about his family. So far, he had been successful, though he still had to have some contact with his grandmother, considering she was the one paying for his dingy apartment. The letter he wrote her the other day promised that soon he would pay her back for everything that she had done for him, and allow him to go on his own.

The sun peeked through the dirty blinds, shining on his face. He groaned and rolled over, wanting to go back to sleep. His apartment was too small to be called a studio. It was just one room, with the bathroom being the only door, other than the front door, leading out of the room. His kitchen - consisting of an oven, a counter, and a little mini fridge - was in one corner of the room, under the only window. The sink for cleaning his dishes was in the bathroom. His bed was in the opposite corner of the kitchen, and the other side of the room was filled with musical instruments, amps, speakers, and microphones.

His friend, and self-designated band manager, Sarah, offered to keep all their band equipment, but he refused, saying he had nothing to put in that space anyway. He was grateful to Sarah in more ways than one. She was his first friend when he first came to this city when they were only eleven. She got him interested in music, and bought him his first guitar for his thirteenth birthday. When he was old enough to move out, she offered to let him use her parents’ guest house, but he refused, saying he needed to be on his own.

Just before Zack was able to fall back asleep, he heard a melodic voice, singing to him. Groaning, he threw off his blanket, and wanted to shout obscenities to it, but knew he could not. Once he was fully awake, the voice had stopped, and he sat up, rubbing his face. He picked up his cell phone from the floor to check the time, and, upon seeing the dreadful time, he jumped up, ran to his bathroom, not bothering to close the door, and stripped off his boxers to jump in the shower, not caring if the water was cold or not. He had five minutes before Sarah would show up at his apartment to help him load the equipment.

He had managed to wash his hair, body, and enjoy the hot water in a matter of minutes. Wearing just a towel around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth, he went about his little room, picking up clothes and tossing them in his little hamper in the bathroom, trying to make his room somewhat presentable for Sarah. Even though he had known her for over seven years, and she had seen his bedroom messier than what his apartment looked like at the moment, he still did not want her to see his dirty underwear on the floor.

Just as he was tossing a dirty shirt in the bathroom, he saw a flash of pink out his window. He did a double-take, but when he stood there, staring at his window, he saw nothing but the apartment building across the street. He knew he saw something, however, and walked to the window to investigate. A flash of a memory he long since tried to forget had jumped to the front of his mind. That flash of pink was the same color hair of the girl who had saved him when he was five. Anger rose up, and he grabbed hold of the windowsill, looking around in all directions, hoping to see another flash of pink, but he saw nothing.

It was her fault his life was so screwed. Though, he had to admit, he was grateful she did not let him get flattened by that semi-truck. Backing away from the window, positive there was nothing out there; he sighed and said a silent apology for getting angry with a memory of a hallucination. It really had to do with his parents not believing him, or thinking he was just creating a childish story. It was their fault for taking him so seriously and becoming worried about his sanity.

“Good morning, sunshine. I brought muffins.” He turned around to see Sarah smirking at him. He jumped and pushed her out of his way to the bathroom, embarrassed for her having seen him in just a towel.

“Why didn’t you knock?” he called from the bathroom.

“I did, for awhile actually.” She stood up from having fallen on his bed, and put the bag of muffins on top of his mini-fridge, also used as a counter. “I knew you had a late start, so I took the liberty of bringing you breakfast.”

“Thanks,” he said, coming out, fully dressed. He had thrown on a tattered shirt, and a pair of jeans, holes cut in the knees. Sarah was dressed like she had taken time, and she most likely had. Her father was the most prestigious doctor around for miles, and he always bought Sarah the most expensive clothing. She took time in making sure she always looked perfect, more for her father’s satisfaction of wearing all the clothes he bought her than actually out of like for anything she owned.

Today she choose a sky blue suit jacket, with only the middle button was latched, a white silk shirt underneath, and a blue skirt that hung limply around her knees. She wore knee high boots, and the whole outfit looked like her father bought it somewhere over the ocean, from the continent only the very wealthy traveled.

“You’re a peach,” he said, accepting a muffin. He took a bite as she walked over to the equipment. “You sure Matt can carry all this in his van? We’ve never tried everything before.”

“His van will do fine, it’s us carrying it all down that could be a problem. If anyone drops any of this it’ll break, and not to mention most of it is heavy.”

“You think they’d supply all the particulars at the stadium,” he mumbled as he walked over to her. He watched her go over a mental checklist of the equipment, but his attention was continuously pulled back to the window and the flash of pink he thought he saw. He tried to just wave it off as a light reflection or something of like, but there was an irritating itch that wouldn’t let him fully believe that.

“This is the first year that this concert was added to the list of events,” Sarah was saying, “and, since the committee of the festival is non-profit, not to mention no one on the committee knows diddly squat about music, much less owns any equipment. You know, Matt did offer to come by last night to pick up everything and bring to the stadium, but you said…”

Sarah trailed off when she realized her friend wasn’t listening. His attention was on the window, though she couldn’t see anything that would take his focus from her. Sighing, she resumed going over all the equipment silently. She knew Zack had been preoccupied with the upcoming show, possibly the most important show of their musical career, but she had been hoping that his mind would be fully on the show. She had never known him to be nervous before performing, and she didn’t want the fact that just because they would be performing in front of thousands of people, he should suddenly become nervous and conduct stage-fright.

Glancing down at their feet, she noticed the crumbs he was dropping from his muffin. Honestly, he was such a messy eater some times. Without saying a word, she walked to his little sink, opened the cabinet underneath, and grabbed the miniature broom and dustpan. Zack still hadn’t looked away from the window, and she wondered what it was that could possibly take over his thoughts like so.

“You know,” she said, hoping to bring him out of his reverie, “Matt suggested we played ‘Regrets’ at the show today.” She bent down to start sweeping the crumbs into the dustpan. Zack grunted, which was actually more than she had expected from him. “I told him that song was too inappropriate, given the circumstances of the day and all.”

Zack moved so she could pick up all the crumbs from where he was standing. He finally seemed to remember where he was and what was going on. “Maybe, but isn’t being different what we’re all about? I’m pretty sure no one else would be performing a song about begrudging angels than actually embracing them.”

Standing to her full height, which wasn’t much compared to Zack, Sarah smiled and shrugged. “Even so, I don’t think our song would be appreciative, and, in extension, neither would our band.” She moved to the window, pulling the latch to open it, and made to toss out the crumbs, but Zack suddenly pounced on her, causing his muffin to fly out of the window, along with the crumbs.

“What are you doing?” he exclaimed. He didn’t want the window open in case he hadn’t been hallucinating, and it really was she who was just outside his window. Upon looking at Sarah’s surprised expression, he faintly wondered why it was so important that she keep the window closed. Was it to keep the hallucination out, or to keep Sarah from possibly seeing that she wasn’t a hallucination? Or possibly to keep himself from seeing the hallucination? Either way, Sarah was looking at him as if he were a maniac, and he straightened himself, feeling his face turning red as he cleared his throat.

“You know how birds are,” he said, quickly thinking of an excuse. “You throw crumbs out the window, they’ll never go away.”

Sarah nodded as she let Zack close the window. With one last glance outside, Zack turned his back to the window and walked to the bathroom, mumbling something about putting his shoes on. Sarah placed the mini-broom and dustpan back under the sink, still a little shaken by Zack’s sudden outburst. She could understand his concern for the birds, but was his reaction really necessary? Maybe he had been having a problem with birds lately, and had just managed to solve this bird problem, and he just hadn‘t mentioned it to her.
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Melody stayed glued to the wall just outside the window. She didn’t give much thought to the people walking underneath her, or the people in the building across the street; they wouldn’t be paying much attention to an invisible angel anyhow. What she was worrying about, however, was almost being discovered by her charge. She had just been innocently hovering outside his window, watching him to make sure he was awake and moving about. After all, today was the biggest day of his life so far and she didn’t want him to miss it just because he slept in late. She knew her singing would rouse him, and that was all she had planned to do until she became distracted by his morning duties.

She had always became distracted when she was able to just sit and watch him, though she had to be careful not to let him see her. Normally a guardian angel wouldn’t have a problem with their charge being able to see their angel or not, but Zack was special. She wasn’t quite sure how special, but after that incident so many years ago, she knew he was special somehow. Of course, back then she didn’t know that he could see her, and had been less cautious about how she went about watching over her charge.