Hello, people, and welcome to my Guardian Signs story!
A few things before we begin...
This is a sequel to my Shadows of Almia story. You don't have to read it to understand this one, but it might help with the characters.
I'm not using Ben and Summer. Sorry
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Unfortunately
Read, Review, and Enjoy!
"Come on, slowpoke! Hurry up!" I shouted, smiling at my idiot friend, Keith.
"Can't you slow down?" Keith demanded. "Your Staraptor is faster than mine! It's not fair!"
I laughed. "Now why would I do that? You were the one who turned this into a race! See you on Renbow Island, idiot!"
With those last words, I zoomed away from my friend. I heard him call after me, but I didn't care. I was so going to win this race. I was awesome at flying. Much better than Keith. I loved it so much! It was also a gorgeous day, which always helped. I was excited to go to the Oblivia Region with Keith. It had been a year since Operation Brighton, and life was kinda boring. No exciting missions. I hoped the Oblivia Region would give us some excitement! I really needed it. And this was going to be fun, too, since I was with Keith. Everything was fun with him.
"Just give up already!" a male voice shouted from somewhere nearby, cutting into my thoughts. "Do you really think you can get away?" I turned to see a couple of people on weird flying things chasing a red Pokemon. Wait… what was that Pokemon? It looked like a Latias, but that was impossible! What would Latias be doing here? It was a legendary Pokemon. Maybe that was why the people were chasing it…
"You just don't know when to give up, do you?" the female of the pair sighed. The two flew closer to Latias and started to shot green orbs at it. Latias dodged them easily, but it looked like it was getting tired. I had to do something.
"Hey!" I shouted. "Stay away from Latias!"
The people turned to me in shock. Latias took the opportunity to fly away. Good, got that dealt with pretty quickly. "Who are you?" The male demanded. Really? Wasn't it obvious? I was wearing the uniform and everything...
The girl scanned me, then her eyes widened. "Red goggles, yellow scarf… you're a Pokemon Ranger!" Thank you! At least one of them got it!
"Oblivia is very peaceful, we don't need a Ranger like you!" the male shouted.
"This is how we deal with unnecessary trash!" the girl said. "With a Plasma Cannon!"
The girl shot a few orbs from her cannon at me. I dodged all of them easily. "A Plasma Cannon, huh?" I said. "That's a little bit extreme, don't you think?"
"No, but maybe this is!" the male said. "Let's see if you can handle our double-team attack!"
More cannons? Oh well. Once again, I dodged all of their attacks easily, mainly because the two people had no teamwork. They were just shooting randomly, and didn't really pay attention to what the other person was doing. I was glad they were so easy to dodge, because Keith would have freaked out if I got hurt by these clowns.
"Oh no!" the male shouted after a few minutes of dodging. "My battery's dead!"
"Mine too!" the girl exclaimed. "Scaring our target with wild firing might not have been the best idea…"
"Oh, so that's what you were trying to do?" I asked. "It didn't really work well. You guys need to work on your teamwork."
"We don't need to hear that from our enemy!" the girl shouted. "I guess our only option now is to ram her!"
That would be slightly annoying. I braced myself for impact, but I wasn't really worried. Keith should catch up any second now. I didn't leave him that far behind. At least, I hoped I didn't.
"Hey, let's at least make this a fair fight first!" a familiar voice shouted from behind me. I smiled as Keith flew in beside me.
"Hey, what took you so long?" I asked, smiling at the idiot.
"Well, it's not my fault you ditched me!" Keith said, grinning at me.
"Well, if you weren't so slow, then maybe…" I started.
"So I'm guessing these are the Pinchers we've been looking for?" Keith asked, interrupting me.
"I guess so," I replied. "It's amazing they seem to be even stupider than-"
"What are we supposed to do now?" the female Pincher exclaimed, interrupting me. So inconsiderate. I was talking to my friend, here! "Our batteries are dead, Rangers keep popping up, and Latias got away!" Wow, did they just notice that? Latias flew away like five minutes ago.
"I hate to say it, but it looks like we have to retreat!" the male replied.
"Now, there's no need for that," a calm voice said. A guy on a red flying thingy came into view. He had blonde hair with one red streak that matched his cold, red eyes perfectly. "We have one more on our side, too."
"Leader, these kids are Pokemon Rangers!" the female shouted. She said that like it was the worst thing in the world, like she couldn't even stand the thought of Pokemon Rangers.
"I can see that," the red guy replied. "I'm not an idiot. Although, I've never seen flying Rangers before."
"Who are you?" I demanded. "And what do you want with Latias?"
"The name's Red Eyes," he replied. Was that a code name or something? That couldn't have been his real name. "And, to answer your second question, it's none of your business. I'm not telling our plans to couple of flying brats. You two are just a joke."
"So we're the joke, huh?" Keith said, glaring at Red Eyes. "At least we're not the leader of a team who can't even handle a couple of 'brats'!"
Red Eyes laughed. "Maybe my team can't, but I can," he said, smirking. "I have a perfect game for an insolent little brat like you. Skydiving… without a parachute!" Oh no.
"What?" Keith said. He didn't get it. But I did. Red Eyes sent multiple pink plasma orbs at my friend.
"Keith!" I shouted. Without thinking, I swerved in front of Keith. Immense pain flooded through me when the orbs made contact. I was knocked off Staraptor, who flew away in fright.
"Sparkette!" Keith screamed. He made a move to fly after me, but the two Pinchers grabbed him, stopping him. Red Eyes was smirking at Keith as he struggled to break free. That image was stuck in my head until I hit the water, and everything went black.
I'll try to update soon. It's finals week and a lot is happening.
