Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Somewhere in the middle ❯ Of Angels ( Chapter 1 )

A.N. I don't own Trigun. Suing me will do you little good for I am a poor high school student.

Warnings: Contains some swearing. Contains the authoress' strange ideas of spirituality and the afterlife. Spoilers for the anime as always.

Somewhere in the Middle

So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache
You're hanging on the memory you need most
You still want love
Loves ugly, smooth, and delicate,
But not without affection, no not alone.
- Angry by Matchbox Twenty

I came to terms with the fact that I was dead, lying there on my back watching the lazy spin of a ceiling fan. What I couldn't figure out was where I was. If I was in heaven then I really shouldn't have been feeling as much pain as I was currently. And from every description of hell I had ever heard, it would not have had a ceiling fan.

It was about the time that I was reviewing this information for the fiftieth time that I heard a loud crash of what sounded something akin to breaking glass come from somewhere to my left. The loud crash was followed by an even louder feminine voice screaming, "Piece of shit!" The feminine voice then went on to break the previously well maintained silence by adding, "You didn't hear that!"

After a few minuets I realized that it was none other than me who had not heard, as there seemed to be no one else in the vicinity for the voice to direct that comment at. By that time my view had changed. Before that moment I had been able to see a cracked, water stained ceiling, and a dilapidated and surprisingly irritating ceiling fan. I could now see a cracked, water stained ceiling, a dilapidated and surprisingly irritating ceiling fan, and a very angry looking woman with black hair and a small cut on her left cheek.

"You're awake." She didn't sound particularly thrilled by this information.

"Yes." The unpleasant look my comment got me gave me the distinct impression that she'd prefer it if I stayed silent. Then I noticed she had wings.

Not white wings that you see in the paintings, but rather wings that made you think of a bird of prey. They were dark brown on the back and tan with black specks on the under side. She held them close to her body in a way that could only be described as business like. In fact just about everything about her was business like, from her neat black suit with an immaculate white shirt to her black hair pulled into an efficient ponytail at the back of her head. The only thing that detracted from her appearance as the perfect businesswoman was the cut on her cheek, and that was an obvious new addition because it was still bleeding.

"Get up."

I got up. This was interesting for me because all my previous attempts at motion had been largely unsuccessful.

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood?" A rather lengthy pause followed. Then she tried again. "Are you Nicholas D. Wolfwood?"

"Yes."

She emitted a rather tiered unbusinesswoman-like sigh then said, "Good, here are your papers." She produced an ominous looking manila envelope from I know not where and handed it to me. She then proceeded to whip out a clipboard that I could only guess came from the same place as the envelope. Pointing the enigmatic object at me she added, "Sign here."

I was beginning to feel rather dizzy. "May I ask a question?"

"If you have to. But I won't guarantee that I'll answer it."

"Where am I?"

"Purgatory."

~ End Chapter 1 ~

More A.N. Okies... Soo... I haven't written fanfiction in a long, long time now. This is actually going to be more than one chapter too. Isn't it special? No? Well anyway you all can look forward to more of this soon. It's just my humble attempts at resurrecting Wolfwood without actually resurrecting him.