As Isaac hurtled toward the Earth, it crossed his mind that perhaps he should have put the funny backpack on before jumping out of the plane. Yes, that’s definitely what the instructor had been yelling at him as he leaped. Really, there should have been a sign or something on the door. Even better, the door should most definitely have been closed.
If Isaac was the one to own a skydiving business, he surely would have put a sign on the door with a clear list of instructions. It’s so hard to hear what your instructor is telling you when the air is rushing past at however many kilometers an hour.
A bug to the face rudely interrupted his intelligent thoughts. As he wiped the bug remains from his upper lip and backward-snorted out the rest, Isaac raised his smooth left hand to his face, stroking his chin.
Huh, a pimple. He hadn’t noticed it there before. What about the cute instructor... did she notice it? Not that it mattered! What is a pimple on the otherwise beautiful face of a smooth-talking God like Isaac? Nothing. With his silky blonde hair and mossy green eyes, no girl could ever-
What a strangely clear voice.
"ISAAC, CAN YOU HEAR ME? YOU NEED TO LISTEN!"
... Very strange, the voice was completely unaffected by the air that whooshed past his body and stung every exposed bit. Not to mention, the voice sounded oddly familiar. Something he had heard recently. Extremely recently, in fact. Where had he heard that voice..?
"Isaac, for God’s sake, listen. We need you to spread your body out as widely as you can and turn so that you’re facing the plane. We’re sending someone for you, but-"
Suddenly, the voice stopped. The rushing of air stopped. The face-stinging, too. His feet were firmly on a shiny marble floor. Two hands slid off of his shoulders and light footsteps behind him receded slightly.
He spun on his heels, staring in a sexily inquisitive - though still genuinely confused - way at a cute girl with white hair which was sticking up as though she’d been viciously attacked by a hoard of fans.
Isaac chuckled to himself. Fans don’t attack people, they're inanimate.
“I swear to God,” the girl looked angry for some reason, “I should have chosen to stay in Hell over redeeming myself by looking after a dumbass like you.”
God...? Hell... Redemption? Was she...
Isaac squinted at the strange, cute white-haired girl. He looked her up and down, carefully scrutinizing every last part. When his irresistible gaze returned to her head (or rather, a touch to the left of her head), his eyes widened.
Submitted: Monday 24th September
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