Radio's Angel (Alastor x Emily)

Emily

I don't know where I am.

The moment he finished talking a strong scent hit me and I passed out.

I can vaguely catch bits and pieces of what's going on around me. 

"I'm sure she'll make a great new face for the studio! Don't you trust me?"

What was he talking about? Studio? New face?

I know him from somewhere, but when did I see-Oh!

I remembered when Charlie had us watch Angel in the courtroom in Heaven. This guy was Angels boss for his porn work.

What does he plan to do with me? Would he do such a thing? This isn't real! Just a bad dream! I'll wake up soon right?!

I could feel the panic building up in me.

I won't let this happen! I refuse! This can't be happening!

I start to drift into unconsciousness again before a loud blast stirs me for a moment.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!? ANSWER ME!"

Is that Al? Why is he here? Did he come for me?

I could hear the moth man respond with panic in his voice.

"N-nothing! I swear I didn't do anything yet-"

"YET?!"

I hear a loud bang that sounded like someone being thrown around. Then I heard couging and gasping.

"It seems a shame to let such a beautiful item be covered in your repulsive blood, but I'm sure it wouldn't mind it at all."

What is he talking about?

I hear the moth start to struggle more fiercely for a moment before Alastor speaks again.

"Time for you to tune out!" I hear what sounds like stabbing and slicing for what seems like hours before it finally stops and I can hear Al catching his breath.

There's an eerie silence for a moment before I feel someone lift me up.

Please let it be Al!

"I'll have to finish this later."

It is Al! But what did he mean by that?

I drifted back to unconsciousness.

I started to dream that I was back in Heaven, but something wasn't right.

The streets were empty and everything was completely silent.

As I walked around dead city, I began to hear music from somewhere far away. It didn't sound like the usual heavenly tunes.

I started to head for the source of the music as I began to recognize it as the jazz song that usually plays in the elevator at the hotel.

"Why is that being played in Heaven? This must be a dream, but why dream this?

Suddenly a new voice interrupts my thoughts.

"It was to try to keep you calm. He took images from your subconscious and patched them together as best he could."

I turn and see the shadow from the hallway the night me, Husk, and Angel talked together.

"You're Richter right? Richter Valmont?"

The shadow bowed in a rather dramatic way.

"At your service as always. As I was saying, Al is currently tending to any possible injury that may have befallen you. Though all you really had were a few scrapes. But I do agree with his little dream idea, however he isn't the best at calming others so I decided to step in. I do hope that was okay."