The Angel Among Us| Chapter 1
Summary: Virgil was sent down to earth to be the guardian angel of three teenage runaways. He must guide them to safety without revealing his abilities. Otherwise, he would fail his mission, and the ones he was supposed to guide would meet the same fate he did.
Word Count: 1273
Warnings: Death, Mentions of Suicide
Note: I managed to get to a computer! God, I haven’t written a multichaptered thing in so long, I’m so excited.
Virgil was killed in 2004. It was an awful day, one that he would constantly have nightmares about. He spent so long running away before the fateful moment, and it all came to nothing. The ones he was running from caught him and killed him on the spot. Shot through the heart, no chance of survival.
He never used to believe in an afterlife, until he became a part of it. The moment after he died, he opened his eyes. He was in a city, full of bustling people. It was jarring, and Virgil felt himself starting to panic. Calm down Virge. This isn’t real. That’s right, it was just a dream. But still, he died right? What is this place if he’s dead?
A stranger stopped in front of him. Oh no. Virgil hated talking to new people. It also didn’t help that this new person was insanely attractive. The stranger was staring at Virgil. Great, now he looked like a weirdo.
“You look scared. Are you okay?” The stranger stuck out his hand to help Virgil up.
Virgil grabbed the guy’s hand. “Thanks,” he mumbled, “I’m fine.” Virgil forced himself to look at the guy. He looked like a movie star. Dark brown hair, unshaven yet trimmed beard. Yep, definitely attractive. “Um, where are we?”
The guy smiled. “That’s not important.” He paused and seemed to scan Virgil. “You look sick.” Virgil didn’t feel sick, but maybe it was just the shock of waking up in a new place. “I’ll take you back to my place.” Normally, Virgil would refuse, but he just wanted to get out of the streets. So he followed this man, still not knowing what was going on.
Virgil supposed that he was disassociating, because the next thing he knew he was in front of a large mansion. There was a crowd of people in front, hoping to get in. The guy he was following paid no attention to them and walked right up to the front gates with Virgil in tow. He pretended not to hear the whispers of the others. Why did he choose him? I can’t believe this guy gets to be a guardian. Virgil didn’t know what they meant.
The inside of the house felt very stereotypical. A larger foyer with a staircase on either side, leading up to a balcony-like second floor. The guy led him upstairs to an office-like room.
“Take a seat, Virgil.” How does he know my name? “Let me introduce myself. I am God, but I go by Abraham. You are in heaven, and you died.” He paused to let the truth sink in.
I… died? That can’t be true. If I died, how am I experiencing this? Isn’t heaven supposed to be on a bunch of clouds? Why does it look like a city? Oh god, I’m actually talking to God. This can’t be real. It’sjustadreamthiscan’tbereal. Virgil started to breathe faster.
“Woah, woah, calm down. Look at me.” It took Virge a minute to realize that Abraham was trying to calm him down in an actual way. He followed his instructions, and soon enough Abraham could continue talking.
“This is my home. Not many people have been personally invited here from me. The only ones who have had a special task assigned to them.” He took a breath. “I gave them the task of Guardian Angel. It’s given to those who have had an unfair death, to prevent others from dying in the same way.”
“So… you want me?” Virgil couldn’t believe it. All his life he was never wanted for anything good. Now the actual God was sitting in front of him, telling him that his death was horrible, and he was being given a sort of second chance.
“Yes.” Abraham looked through some papers on his desk. “The truth is, Virgil, humans have stopped going by my will. I never intended for them to be so cruel, especially towards each other. I normally give the Guardian Angel task to those who have died from hate crimes. They died too young for an unforgivable reason.”
Virgil remembers learning about hate crimes. They would happen to people of different skin colors, different genders, different sexualities. The list would go on and on. Virgil knew which category he fell into.
“You’ll have to undergo intensive training, but you’ll learn skills that other angels don’t get. You’ll be able to heal, mind read, read emotions, and others. The task I have for you will be extremely challenging, but you’ll be saving lives. Are you up for it?”
Virgil thought about it. Would he be able to do this? He didn’t believe so at first. He wasn’t athletic, and his anxiety disorder got in the way of things. But still, he didn’t want others to face the same fate as him. He wanted to do this. “Yes, I am,” he said with confidence, which shocked him, “I don’t want others to suffer the same fate as me. I want them to be able to live.” Virgil’s voice sounded different to him. It had more conviction. Maybe that was a sign that he was changing.
Abraham smiled. “Good, the last few I chose declined. The Guardians were running low.” He stood up, and Virgil took this as a cue to stand up as well. “I’ll assign you a roommate, and you’ll meet them tomorrow. For now, you can sleep in the guest bedroom here.” He grabbed Virge’s hand and shook it firmly. “Welcome to the team, Virgil Sanders.”
Virgil died 13 years ago. Since then, he gained new powers and confidence. He was ready to go back to earth to protect others. Well, almost.
“You’ll do fine.” His roommate David was sitting on his bed with him. He had panicked about his task, and she was trying to calm him down.
“What if they don’t listen to me?” Virgil had to lead the group to safety, but he wasn’t a good leader. He was too shy to speak up.
“Why wouldn’t they? You have your fake backstory right? They’ll probably listen to you because you have more experience.” David was good at reasoning to calm him down. It usually helped, but Virgil’s brain would not listen today.
“I’m not sure if I can do this.” He had a pit in his stomach, and it was only a week before he has to leave. “Oh god, what if they get hurt, or sick, or worse? I won’t be able to react rationally, David. Why did Abraham pick me for this?” Virgil put his eyes on his knees, trying to stop himself from crying.
“Virge, look at me.” David’s voice was soothing. He picked up his head. She took his hands in hers. “You’ll be fine. I can only speak from my experiences, but it’s so much easier than you think. It’s likely that they’ll be desperate for interaction that they’ll cling to you almost immediately.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Virgil mumbled, “your client was suicidal.”
David went silent for a moment. “You don’t know what’s up with these kids. They very well might be suicidal too. Just, please,” David looked right into his eyes, “don’t do what I did.”
Virgil could easily feel the tension in the air. David didn’t like to bring up her client. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”
“It’s fine; I know you’re stressed.” She moved to get up. “I mean it when I say this, you’ll be fine. You tend to panic over nothing. You’ll get these kids to safety, Virge.”
Virgil didn’t completely believe her words, but he still had a week to go.