[ WP ] Angels have begun hunting you . Why ? You stole willingly stole The Meaning of Life .

Ever since I was a young child, I was always wondering what the meaning of life was. I would ask anyone in my path – parents, grandparents, teachers, priests, cops, and strangers. Each time I got a different answer, leaving me more and more confused. I just wanted to know. 
 
 So, once I reached the age of eighteen, I set out on a quest, to find the meaning of life. I studied every known book to man. I travelled far and wide, asking various people in various countries what they thought the meaning of life was. Again, each answer was different and my question remained. 
 
 Then one day, a wise old man, dressed in rags, told me about a book. This book, titled The Meaning of Life, was a manual of sorts, explaining the meaning of life on Earth in detail. I knew right then and there I had to read it, so I set out on a new quest. 
 
 It was a long journey, with several mishaps along the way, as if Life itself didn ’ t want me to find it. For example, I had booked a boat to the country of China, only to end up on a remote island in the Atlantic Ocean. No one could explain how it had happened, the route was set and planned months in advanced. Another time, while driving in a car with a full tank of gas, I watched as the gas gauge meter slipped from full to empty, causing my car to stutter to a halt. I ended up stranded in the countryside, the nearest town over 100 miles away, not a car passing in sight. However, still determined, I set off walking to my destination. 
 
 Fifteen years later, I finally came upon my treasure. The Meaning of Life sat there, on a golden pedestal. It appeared thinner than I expected, however I didn ’ t have the chance to inspect the words on the pages. The moment my hands touched the book, four angels appeared around me. 
 
 “ Please, return the book back to its rightful place, ” the first angel demanded. 
 
 I told the angel no, that I had to read it. That I had to know. 
 
 “ Either return the book or face our wrath, ” the second angel warned me. 
 
 Again, I said no. 
 
 “ Are you prepared to die, then? ” the third angel questioned me. 
 
 I stared at the angel. I had been hunting this book for most of my adult life. I couldn ’ t pass it up now just because four winged freaks had asked me too. So, I tucked the book under one arm, and began to run. 
 
 I could feel the angels behind me, chasing me, some running, some flying. I watched as the sky opened and more angels joined in the chase. However, I remained determine and set off running, looking for a place to hide. 

