[ WP ] When people turn 20 , they get to meet their guardian angel . It 's your 20th birthday , you finally get to meet the angel that 's been protecting you , and you 're horrified by what you see .

*Crrack! * the blow came out of nowhere, breaking Harold's nose and and knocking him to the ground. As he rolled on the floor clutching his face, he managed to force out a `` what was *that*?!?'' between the various profanities issuing from his mouth. 
 A kick to the gut silenced him, if only for forcing the air out of his lungs. 
 `` Shut it kid. You do n't know how much you deserved that.'' The owner of the boot growled at Harold. Harold attempted to apologise to the boot, managing a quiet whimper. The boot retreated, and Harold sat up. This was n't supposed to happen. He had come to the park to meet his Guardian Angel. Random violence was not on the cards. 
 He looked around and found the boot owner sitting on the bench. Towering over Harold, the man clenched and unclenched his knarled fists, a sly grin on his face. His muscles bulged in an ill fitting suit, the tie pulled loose to allow the shirt to fit around the behemoth's neck. 
 The boot owner looked at Harold, causing him to flinch. 
 `` Well kid, what do you want to ask?'' 
 Harold stared, horrified. 
 `` You're my Guardian Angel? *You*?'' The man snarled, and wings spread behind him. Dirty wings, wings that looked like they'd been through a hurricane, but wings nonetheless. 
 `` Of course I'm your angel. You think anyone else would take the job?'' The angel shuffled along the bench. `` Come'ere kid.'' He reached out his hand and grabbed Harold's nose. 
 `` Nonononono...'' *Crrack* `` Aargh!'' Harold screamed as the Angel's mouth flicked a smirk. 
 `` There, kid. Good as new.'' Harold rubbed his nose. The pain had faded and he found no evidence of a break. He glared at the angel. 
 `` What was that for?'' Harold's anger seemed to pass over the angel, who started to laugh. 
 `` What was that for, kid? *What was that for*?'' The Angel wiped away a tear. `` Kid, do you know what you've put me through? The horrors I've faced?'' The angel shook his head. `` My wing still aches in cold weather.'' 
 `` But -but'' Harold sputtered. `` I have n't done anything wrong.'' He shielded himself as the angel leapt from the bench. 
 `` *Anything Wrong?!? *'' the Angel roared `` Kid, you are the very definition of something wrong.'' He seemed to calm, and shook his head. `` They've even named a Law of the Universe after you, that's how wrong you are.'' The Angel sighed sadly and stared off into the park. 
 `` And I, Guardian Angel Frank, 1st Class, am tasked to protect you, Harold Murphy. Or rather...'' The angel Frank grimaced `` protect the Universe from *you*''
