~Whitelighter~

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BEFORE WE LEFT OFF:

"....gun shot wound - fatal..." Peter's voice trailed off.

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"Umm... you got that last part completely wrong. I'm..."

Peter interrupted me.

"Dead... Amarantha, you are dead as of 11:30 a.m.," he calmly explained all of the past events to me. "On April 1st, 2009, you witnessed a robbery. The robber, a citizen named Viktor Villages, saw your face. He followed you home. He followed you to school and shot you in your chest. You died 10 minutes ago," Peter was being DEAD serious.

I burst out laughing.

"I get it. This is a dream. Take me wherever you shall, Peter," I joked.

He took my hand and we walked up an invisible staircase. The higher we got, the more I believed I was dreaming. My mind would come up with something like this. Before I realized it, we were up in space.

"Woah!" I shrieked.

In front of us were 2 big doors. The one on my right had a golden sign above it that read "Heaven." The door on my left had a platinum sign above it that read "Whitelighter HQ." Peter pulled me toward the left door.

"Umm... shouldn't we be going to the right one? You know, to Heaven?" I questioned him.

"No, Amarantha. God has a different fate for you," he smiled as if it was a good thing.

God didn't want me to go to Heaven? Was I going to Hell? The room we entered was full of people, all in their own conversations. It looked like a workplace minus the cubicles. There was a ton of up-to-date technology.

"Where are we, Peter?" I was soooo confused.

"We are in the headquarters of the elite force called Whitelighters. God picks a select number of humans at birth to be a Whitelighter. You are lucky enough to be one," he squeezed my hand.

My face went pale. What was a Whitelighter? I guess Peter could see my curiosity because he began to speak again, "Whitelighters are angels, nonetheless, but we get to collect human souls and take them to Heaven, Hell or... here."

"How do you know where to take them?" I asked.

"You get a little packet that contains their name, birthdate, age, birthplace, day they died and how they died. That's how I knew so much about you," he explained.

I finally understood the packet and how he knew so much about me, Ama.

But then it dawned on me. I wasn't Amarantha Rose Lance anymore. I was anybody.

"So, after being a Whitelighter for so long, do you ever get to live again?" I asked after a long silence.

"Yes. After a century, at most, you get to reinhabit a human body and live again. Then after you die, again, you go straight to Heaven," Peter smiled.

"So... how long have you been a Whitelighter, Pete?" I asked. I was curious.

"Peter," he smiled at my adolescent curiosity,

He went to a desk and pulled out another packet. He looked down at it like it was something really dear to him. Slowly, he walked back to me and handed it to me.

I looked at the name "Peter Ashton Loren."

I looked at him, "Peter Ashton Loren?"

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