If you haven't read my first story, The Imperfection I Came to Be, then stop and go read it! This is the sequel!

The last thing I hear is the scribbling of a pen on paper.

A bright light flashes behind my eyes and suddenly I'm falling.

Falling faster and faster. I brace myself for the impact. For the moment that I hit the ground.

But as quickly as I began to fall, I suddenly slow, to a slight glide. Down, down, down.

Does this mean I'm going to hell? Because I am pretty sure that heaven is in the other direction. I continue to fall, and I can almost feel a slight cool air brush past my face as I do. But it's so light that I could be imagining it.

As I fall, time seems to go speed up around me.

I am gently gliding down all the way, until I fall into a sitting position and feel my arms touch a smooth cold surface.

Bright white lights flash on and I have to squint and shield my eyes.

A booming voice echoes around the room and I visibly flinch.

"Alexandria Johnson?"

Wow I haven't heard my real name in forever. I hardly recognized it. But how does he know it?

I glance up towards these tall wooden pedestals, the kind that judges use in court. Except these were huge, like sky scrapers. I couldn't even see the ceiling. But I saw, peering of the edge of the wooden frame was something that was neither human, nor god. Not evil and not good.

He had long claw like fingernails, that were colored black and white. And his blue hair, literally dripped like water. He dressed fancy, in all white, and it made him look even paler than he really was.

"We are The Counsel," said another voice, two towers over. This lady was beautiful. She had jade green eyes and in place of her hair, was a tangle of bright green vines and beautiful pink flowers.

She had sparkly skin, like a fairy. And bright green full lips.

I looked around, all of the members were either so beautiful, or so foul looking that they were precious to look at. I felt insecure around all of them.

People with faces of animals, and different color skin, sparkles, brown goo, people who looked like they had been dipped in mud, to people that had everything under the sun for hair.

Extra body parts, glowing skin, long nails, I was defiantly not alive anymore.

"Answer the question please!" The man who said this had a deformed face, a bird's beak, but soft grey eyes, and long talons as fingers which he tapped impatiently.

He too, was so ugly that he was beautiful to look at. I caught myself staring and cleared my throat.

"Y-yes that's my name."

The counsel looked at me quietly.

I shifted myself to my feet and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Let's replay your life, shall we?"

I was worried, that they would somehow have recorded all of my life and showed it like some kind of film on a screen.

But the man with the water hair simply pulled out a manila folder and read out loud.

"So it seems that you were taken in by some genius boys, you've fallen in love more than once, and gotten your heart broken more than twice. You picked up a Life Note, and brought back people close to you. But you killed a man with a Death Note, before he could fulfill a shinigami's contract. You were given the option between saving yourself and saving your friends."

He stopped, and leaned over his wooden desk.

"And you chose to die yourself."

"Brave," shouted the lady with the plants for hair.

And the counsel busted out into applause.

I was shocked.

"Well that shows great judgment, determination and willpower." Said another member.

"Thanks," I said, uncertainly.

"Well, Alexandria, we've had you on the list for a while now."

"List?" I ask.

"Yes," replies water head, "the Angel list. You see we can send you back as a Fallen Angel. Or you can go to heaven and play with all of the other little angels. Or if death is more your cup of tea, a shinigami. Of course it's a big decision and we don't expect you to make up your mind, so it's alright if you stay here."

"Where is here, exactly?"

"This is limbo. Everything is different, in between, not made up. As you can see by out appearances, we do not look like ordinary humans."

"Yeah!" snorts a lady dressed in yellow, with what looks like honey dripping as her hair, and she blinked her long yellow eyelashes, "like Ivy over there, is she a lady, or is she a house plant, we'll never know!"

"Hey!" the one known to be Ivy yells, "In Greek, your name Cloth, means rock, which is fortunate because that's all you've got in that head of yours."

"You're supposed to be like Mother Nature, and Mother Nature loves all of her children," Cloth says.

"Ha! Your no child of mine, please tell me who the father is. I can't seem to remember this one night stand."

I just stand there awkwardly; watching as water head massages his temples.

"Enough, ladies," he pleads.

But they continue to lash out, "Maybe Caspian here is the father."

The man massaging his temples, who is assumedly Caspian, raises his eyebrows.

"Ew, Ivy what makes you think that he would be the father?"

"Ever heard of a babbling brook?"

"Excuse me," I say quietly.

They all look down at me. "Um, do you all control the seasons or something?"

Caspian nods, "we control everything. We are the in-betweens. Think about water. It can be good or bad right? Good because it supports life, bad because of natural disasters? Same thing goes with everything else in the world, and we control it. We are also the judges for people who have died. By the way, have you made up your mind?"

I nod my head. I want to be able to see my friends and family again. I don't think I can be truly happy if I don't.

"I want to be a Fallen Angel."

The Counsel raises their eyebrows. "Ok then, we will be sending you back three years later, in your human years. We cannot tell you about your mission or what you may find out during it. But we do need to inform you that you will be protecting and aiding a certain, teenage girl."

"That's fine," I say, nodding my head, "what's her name?"

"Rowan Birthday."

I'm baaaaaccck! And so is Rebel. This is the squel to my story, The Imperfection I came to Be. Review and enjoy!