Tré walked away after seeing Billie jump behind a rock. Maybe he should go back another day, just to see that Billie Joe again. When his eyes weren't a scary red, the seemed to look empty and lonely, but they were a pretty green.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, DAMNIT, DID YOU TRY SNEAKING OUT AGAIN?" Tré heard a voice ring out. He could only assume that it was Brendon's voice. He jumped a little and snapped himself to Heaven.
"Tré, finally, I was worried sick! Where were you today, Dallon was asking for you!" Tré's best friend, Patrick said.
"Wait, what?" Tré asked. Dallon is never sent out unless it's important.
"Yeah, and he seemed urgent, so get to him now!" Patrick said, pulling his friends arm. Tré ran out and went to the huge courthouse looking place. Inside, he ran into a familiar face.
"Hey Remington, Patrick said that Dallon was looking for me?" Tré said.
"Oh, yes, yes, Mikey needs to see you," Remington said, pointing to the big white doors. Tré felt nervous all of a sudden. Did he get caught with the demon? What if he gets banished? He brushed down his shirt, just to be sure more mud wasn't on it. He took a deep breath before entering the room.
Tré hasn't been in this room since he first came to Heaven about 100 years ago. He lived as a businessman in the 1920's and he was not in any illegal business. However, he was killed by the infamous serial killer, Nannie Doss, aka the Giggling Granny. He doesn't quite remember the death, and he doesn't want to.
Despite the huge door, the actual business room that Mikey uses is very small. It just has a huge roof for new angels to fly around.
"Hello, Mr. Mikey, sir, uh, what did you want from me?" Tré asked, sitting in the leather chair across from the angel who rules all angels, God, or Mikey as more informally known.
"Hello Tré, I actually have something important for you! You are going down to Earth for a few years," Mikey said, not removing his eyes from the paperwork in front of him. Tré's eyes widened. Why would Mikey send him there? He was only 100 years old! Why not one of the older angels?
"Tré, stop saying your thoughts out loud, you're being sent there because you would be best fit for the human you need to protect. Everything you need to know, right down to which demon you need to protect the human from is in this file," Mikey said, sliding a golden Manila folder towards him.
"Do I read it now? Or when I get down there? When do I leave?" Tré asked. This was his first mission as an angel.
"Read it when you please, and you leave as soon as you can," Mikey answered. Tré nodded and opened the file. He was going to Berkeley, California. He used to live in Oklahoma before being killed.
Tré also noticed that the human's name was Mike. He decided to close it for now and go to meet this Mike.
"Thank you, Mikey, I will protect this human," he said before leaving the room. Remington was reading a magazine. Tré waved as he left the courthouse and teleported to Berkeley, California.
--Editor's note: why tf am i here? this chap is perfect. BILLIE CAN YOUR WRITING STOP BEING PERFECT I'M LOSING MY JOB HERE. anyways show this chapter some love cause it's awesome. ~ rin--
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Daddy's Little Psycho {DISCONTINUED}
Fiksi Penggemar"You aren't supposed to be up here." "Listen here, pretty boy, I'll go where I wish, when I wish, so, how about you come with me and we can both ditch this place." "Go away."
