What was this feeling?<br/><br/>This feeling of being surrounded by something hot, something hit and consisting of many shades of orange with dark grey. It was.. Strange. The screaming, the sounds of someone screaming a short distance away, though barely audible. What were these things which was happening to Jon, whom of which awoke to this just shortly before. He felt nothing else but the warmth, and he could see nothing more but the shades of orange and grey which flickered in front of his eyes in rapidly changing shapes, enshrouding his very being, the disgusting stench of something being burnt, a mixture really consisting of burning fabric, hair, wood, and..... Something else, something unknown. He couldn't breathe and couldn't move, a prisoner to his own couch, and it was horrifying.<br/><br/>Soon though, a searing pain set in, one which made his very skin begin to crawl as it felt as though someone was rubbing a potato peeler to his very skin and eyes. He opened his mouth, wishing to scream out, but as he tried he couldn't do anything more but cough violently as the dreadful smoke entered his airways, filling his lungs with the vile substance. He began trying to flail out, falling off the couch and onto the burning hardwood floor, where he caught a glimpse of his surroundings, just a single dark object coming from above, a gift from the very ceiling of his home coming crashing down upon him, and soon after, he saw nothing more. All feeling was flushed away from him as he could no longer speak. All which remained was merely darkness.<br/><br/>It wouldn't be long though before he woke up once more with a start, sitting up on a paced road in front of a burning home, though that wasn't something he cared much for though, but more or less the fact that he couldn't remember anything save for his own horrible death. Quickly moving to his feet, he looked around. 'Where... Am I?' He thought to himself as he stared at the flaming home, watching part of it seemingly give way while the sounds of sirens were quickly looking closer. It made him wonder regarding whose home it is and if whoever lived in it got out safely. Since there were only two or three people outside, watching, Jon simply assumed that they were the ones that called 911 and are now waiting for the real help to arrive while whoever is inside gets burned alive. It was a childish thought really regarding the fact that he was hoping that someone would run into there and save the residents, but really that would just be inviting more trouble.<br/><br/>Suddenly he heard a truck speed in from behind him. Turning around, he'd give off an expression of shock as he would dive to the right, narrowly avoiding getting run over by the fire truck. Looking at the driver and passengers that were getting ready to fight the flaming home, Jon's face soon twisted into one which expressed his being posses at the firemen.<br/><br/>"Hey! Don't you know you almost killed somebody! What the heck is wrong with you!?"<br/><br/>He yelled, receiving no response in return. Getting even more annoyed by the second, Jon walked up the the driver and stood in front of him.<br/><br/>"Hello? Any maniac driver home?"<br/><br/>A flash of light appeared, along with a girl wearing all white and two winged men behind her. "He can't hear you." She'd simply exclaim as she moved towards Jon, whom of which could only stand there and watch, too shocked to even think right now. "They can't hear you nor see you, Jonathan, since you are dead. Right now you're dwelling within a different plane of existence than the living." Suddenly, in response to what the girl had said, Jon would burst out into laughter.<br/><br/>"What? This is a huge joke! There is no plane of existence or "Heaven" or "Hell"! There never was, and now some girl and two dudes wearing fake wings are trying to com fine me otherwise? Ha!"<br/><br/>His laughter would cease though as another bright flash of light was created, and the three that stood before Jon suddenly turned into something fierce looking, like indescribable creatures that one couldn't even dream of. After the flash ceased, they were back to normal once more. "Still skeptical?" The girl would simply ask in an oddly playful manner while Jon's laughed stopped as fast as it began, his head shaking left and right. "We came here to do one of two things, Jonathan. The first is where we take you to the other world, where you will face your fate, while the other is where we simply give you another chance at life under our service, where you will kill the monsters of this realm in order to protect the living. If you die though, your soul is destined for Hell." Jonathan had to think about the choices he had. He has always been an Atheist, believing that angels and demons and heaven and hell and all that jazz were just tales for dreamers to believe in, to dwell in and forget about reality. It just seemed ridiculous whenever he had thought about it, like a plot from lord of the rings or something like that, but now here he was, in the company of three angels. He knew that the otherworld was going to be Hell, and if that place existed, Jon would rather be as far away as he can from it, so why not choose the second chance at life?<br/><br/>"I choose the latter."<br/><br/>The girl simply smirked at this, as if she knew he'd choose to live once more. "Good, now know this, you won't fight alone, and teamwork could very well be the thing that keeps you from dying, so with that said, there may or may not be someone from your school waiting for you." After finishing her statement, the girl and her three cohorts disappeared, leaving Jon alone once more. Giving out a small sigh, he thought about what he had just gotten himself into while he walked down the road to his school, which was just a few blocks away..