Heavens lost property

Chapter one - Not what you thought

When you think about heaven what is the first thing that comes to mind? Beauty, family, happiness, forgiving. And when you think of angels what do you see? Gods perfect creation. But what about the angles born hideous,with no chance at living a life fit for an angel?

God made two simple rules for angels, they had to have perfect souls, so when the broken souls come they will want to strive to be good. The second rule was, they had to be flawless, so when stained souls come they can feel a strange sense of safety.

Those two rules have been the cause of death for many baby's born in heaven. When a woman gets pregnant with a child she is regularly monitored. She is given different drugs, ones that will increase the chance that her child is born flawless. Then for the eighteen long years the child is watched, and forced to take medication every month to increase the chances of the child being a suck up, flawless, robot. And it works.

Most of the time.

When I became a little seed that planted its self in my mother, I was already deemed dead. I was said to come out "not all there" and "a monster." So they forced my mother to take pills to attempt to change me. Months past and I grew slowly. When a child is said to have no hope in becoming the ideal angle, they are quickly taken from the mother at birth and have there wings cut off and thrown to the mortal world, Where they often die from the impact. It's bad enough that we are said to be incapable of life in heaven, but to be thrown out like thrash? Who is the true monster?

My mother and father thought it over and they came up with two diffrent standing points. My father stuck with the rules, as is he was a negative magnet to a positive magnet. While my mother fought to keep me alive.

Months past as I grew, expanding my mothers stoumche as much as I could. Than the big day, the day I was ready to face this crul jugement. My mother went though bloodloss, torn muscles and more just to push my head out, and it wasnt bad enough that the umbilical cord had rapped around my fragile neck and threataning to strangle me to death. To the docters I became a lose cause. After hours of unsertanty I made it out safe, brused, but safe. My mother quickly took me in her arms and gave me what was left of her dieing soul so that I may have a better chance when jugement comes. My father was ordaring the docters to take me away so she didnt become attached. Before he could reach me my mother kissed my forhead and named me casper. She transfered all of her strength to me, everything, And i watched the sparkle leave her baby blue eyes. My father ran over and ripped me out of her limp arms. He crrippled me with a pare of pliers ripping my little wings out. I healed quickly, but I was still not out of the deep end. He ran to the "special room" and threw me out of a little trap like door and slamed it shut, never wanting to see me again.

And I fell, My little body fell. I couldnt stop falling. I could hear my mother wisper words to me that calmed me, made me feel like I would be with her maybe in hell. But with a hard thud I fell into a tree, that limited my calision with the earth. I fell on the frozen Ground, nude, freezing, and alone. Until a light apeared in the distance. The end.