Playing chess with an angel

Last night, right before going to sleep, I saw some sparkling light that came through the walls. It was too obvious that wasn’t a dream. In the next moment I screamed, I hid myself, my mind, and clothes … I jumped into unknown. The sweating of my entire body flew on the floor and felt it under my tracks. With my last breath, I seized a stick and wanted to hit the middle of that light. Immediately after, I got stiffed without feeling pain, without the possibility of moving my legs, my hands, and my head. On my face you could see a nasty crazy hate, blocked teeth and bubbles spreading all over my mouth. Suddenly, the light disappeared and instead, and angel appeared. The force that captured my entire body has vanquished, and I fell down. After some minutes of unconsciousness, I woke up. It was my guardian angel, the same angel that we’ve heard in stories for baby sleeping! \"What the fuck?\" - I said, and with the last force I wanted to crush his head, but he stopped me the second time, making ashes from my stick. \"Relax (he explained), take a deep breath and let it down slowly (like in that song from Dream Theater). After that we may sit down and talk!\" I thought that I’m dreaming, not talking with a freaking angel. \"Okay, let’s talk!\" - Maybe he’ll say something pleasant and I will get rid of, fast. We took a few steps and sat on the couch. He started to say that his time has come and he can no longer be my guardian angel. Rules, from God - When you finish your contract, you have the possibility to choose another human being. In that moment, a conclusion punched my head. It was clearly that in these kind of moments there are two possibilities: you’ve died (which is more plausible) or that angel drank something and he started arguing with me, because I’m making him troubles and he can not manage anymore this behavior. I asked him and he said that I’ve died and my soul faces a problem with the places from Heaven and Hell (where the souls of the dead guys go). \"Yes, but there’s nothing you can do - I don’t want to get in Hell, for the simple fact that I have heart aches problems\" - certainly he won’t believe this (one of my thoughts). \"Yes, actually there is a possibility!\" - said, with a sadistic smile, the angel. In that moment, a light sparked inside my head and I’ve asked him what all is about? Immediately in the next moment he gave me a piece of paper, with a stamp on the right bottom of the page. \"It was a new contract!\" (I thought). I read that piece of paper and I was wrong - it wasn’t a contract that I’ve thought it would be, but it was also a contract. The contract said that my fate will be decided after I’ll play a chess game with the angel - if I loose the game I’ll go straight to Hell, but if I’ll win it … the Heaven’s gates will open for me. I said that is ok, but he (with a nasty smile) says that he’s the Chess Champion of Heaven and Hell Championship. In that moment I said to my inner conscience that all is wasted. We’ve started the big universal game - I had a good start, I’ve \"eaten\" some of his pawns, captured his queen, crushed one of his towers; but he returned like the Phoenix bird from ashes, and smashed a big part of my pieces. After few hours of playing, the game gets to an end: it was a STALEMATE GAME! He started to tear off his wings, to punch the table and to scream: \"Why God?\" On the other side, I was a little bit surprised and asked him what happens, that this result was not stipulated in the contract. With displeasure, he said that I’ll get back from coma, and he’ll be my guardian angel for the rest of my life! Then, I woke up with surgeons around me, a big round light and a voice: \"Scissors, forceps and five milligrams of morphine …\"