Angel Wings: Chapter 5
Amy47101: So, chapter 5. Its time for(cue dramatic music) the test of courage! And... oh crap! Kincaid is coming and Eleanor isn't asleep! Whats gonna happen?
Disclaimer: Amy47101 does not own pokemon!
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(Eleanor P.O.V.)
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"WHO'S AWAKE?!"
Oh crap! Crap, crap, crap, CRAP!
Mr. Kincaids' footsteps pounded up the stairs, and everyone was hiding.
Everyone but me.
"Don't stand there like an idiot!" hissed Carter as he pulled me behind a curtain.
"I'm not-"
I was cut off when Carter pressed his hand against my mouth, silencing any comeback that I might have thought up. No sooner than thirty seconds later, Kincaid was up the stairs, with his hairspray stinking so badly, I nearly gagged. I could feel his eyes scanning the room, looking for anyone who would dare break the curfew.
Slowly, his shadow turned towards the hiding spot that Carter and I were in. My heart was pounding. I swear it was so loud, that I would be surprised if Kincaid didn't hear it.
Slowly, he took several steps forward.
Now I could feel Carters' heart pounding.
Just when I thought he was gonna pull the curtain back, he turned, and looked into the window.
...
Was he seriously using it as a mirror?
"Hmm... Looking good!" he said as he did this little spin thing. I could hear Carter snickering, and was having trouble holding back laughs myself. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Kincaid left, muttering how he could've sworn he heard someone. Several moments later, everyone emerged from their hiding spots.
"Way to close." whispered Flare.
"My god." I murmured, my heart still pounding.
"Okay, lets' start this test." said Carter, heading towards the stairs. "You coming?"
I nodded, and we went downstairs.
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"Geez, this place sure is creepy at night..." murmured Carter. I would've called him a wuss, but he was right, this place was creepy at night. I heard a rustling noise off to the side.
"WAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" screamed Carter as loud as he possibly could have. I shined the flashlight over to the noise, and realized that it was a Bidoof.
"Oh, it's only a Bidoof..." said Carter. He sounded relieved. "Y-you were scared to, right?"
I was a tiny bit scared, but there was no way in hell I was gonna admit that to him.
"Well...lets hurry and find these stylers."
I nodded, and slowly made my way down the hallway. First stop, the library.
"God, this place is creepy enough in the day." I heard Carter murmur.
"Can't say I don't agree with you." I said. "Creepy librarians..." I shuddered, and slowly made my way around the book cases, that seemed to be looming over us. Finally, I found the styler, hidden behind the now returned book, Distant Waves.
"Wynter, right?"
"Yep. Good job. One down, three to go." he stated. I nodded, and went towards Ms. Aprils' classroom. I noticed the one crate that was sitting by her desk.
"Wait here." I instructed as I went and captured the Bidoof in the hallway. Once finished, I came back, and ordered it to crush the crate. Inside, was the styler.
"Hmm... I'm gonna guess... Aqua?"
"Yeah." said Carter, eyebrows raised. "How'd you know?"
"She's to nice to hide it somewhere complicated." I said as I stuffed it in my pocket with the other one. He nodded, and we went towards the teachers lounge. Inside was a Pichu, with a styler hanging around its' neck. It took one look at us and freaked out, running around like a maniac.
"Lemme guess..." I started as I sweat dropped. "Surge?"
"Yep."
"Seems like the kind of guy that would like an energetic electric type..." I said as I began to chase the pokemon around. The Pichu was crazy! It wouldn't stop running! Carter just stood there, smirking like the arrogant jerk that he is.
"Hey, some help would be appreciated." I said as loud as I dared. He shrugged, and began to chase after the Pichu along with me.
Suddenly, the Pichu stopped.
"I've got it!" we both whisper-yelled. And at the last second, the Pichu jumped out of the way, causing Carter and I to run into each other. I groaned in pain as Carter landed on top of me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, and his gold eyes met my silver ones. My stomach did a little flip, and I began to take in the small little details of his face that one wouldn't usually notice.
Like how he had very, very light freckles speckled across his nose.
Or how his chin was curved into this rounded triangle shape.
Or how his lips...
WAIT A COTTEN-PICKIN' MINUTE!
HE'S MY RIVAL!
Well, not officially, but we're gonna be rivals, I can tell! And then I realized that this guy was on top of me... in the middle of the night... with no one around...
The first thing that came to my mind was to scream, which is exactly what I did. Carter scrambled off of me, and began sputtering out quick apologies. I quickly stopped screaming, and tried to take in steady, deep breathes.
I could feel my face becoming a beet red, and somehow, I think Carter was blushing too. I grabbed the Pichu by its tiny little tale, and ripped the styler from it's neck.
I considered wringing its' tiny little neck, but decided against it. I'm gonna be a ranger, and besides, even if I had to, I couldn't bring myself to hurt it, let alone any pokemon.
Carter found our flashlight, and we looked at each other for a moment. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and quickly turned my head away.
"Erm... Kincaid is the last one." said Carter, not once looking at me.
I nodded and made my way to his classroom. There were several crates laying around, and I looked at Carter. He looked just as confused as I did.
"That's weird. Those weren't there when we hid the styler." he whispered.
Okay, something was up. I walked down the aisle, looking for any sign of a hidden styler. Finally, I saw the classroom plant, and smiled. Forrest.
I reached into the dirt, and almost instantaneously found the styler. Yep. Definitely Forrest. I heard a loud 'thump' and a few curse words.
"I stubbed my toe on one of these dumb things." whispered Carter as he punched the one crate that he hit.
Suddenly, the crate burst open, releasing a screeching Zubat.
"Oh, crap!" I whispered as I quickly captured it. As soon as it calmed down, I released it through an open window.
"Um... Lets hurry! That thing was really-" started Carter, but was to late. Footsteps were hurrying downstairs.
"Damnit!" I heard Carter curse. He suddenly pushed me into the supply contest.
"What are you doing?" I hissed.
"Helping you out, new kid." he said as he slammed the door in my face. I heard him scratching something on the chalkboard, and suddenly, the lights flicked on, and a piece of chalk dropped and skittered to the floor. I looked through the crack of the door, and saw Kincaid yelling his head off at Carter.
"-And you didn't show up for your detention either! I-I'm so flustered with you right now, that I can't even think strait!" he yelled. "Who else was here with you?"
"What do you mean?" asked Carter innocently.
"I heard two voices. Who else was with you?"
"No one."
"You're lying. I know I heard a second voice, even a scream. A girl, I think. Who is she? Who did you bring with you?"
"That scream was me. A-a ghost type jumped out at me." he said. I could feel Kincaids' skeptical look, even through the closed door.
"Fine, then. If you won't tell me, then I'll just go upstairs, wake everyone up, and figure out who was with you. Whoever isn't in their room would have to have been the one with you." he stated. Soon, I heard the classroom door open and close. I slowly eased the door open, and looked out the open window.
Brainstorm.
I scrambled out the window, and looked up at the school building. In the day, it was like a beacon of hope, the start of my glorious dream. At night, it was looming over me, like a haunted house in some sort of horror film.
I looked around. No one. Not even the pokemon. They were all asleep. I removed the sweatshirt that I was wearing, an unfolded the wings on my back.
Someone will see you.
Shut up. It's the dead of night. No one will ever know. I stretched out my wings to get out the stiffness. When was the last time I flew?
I flapped my wings, and, like that, I was bolting through the sky. I needed to get to my room before Kincaid did. I had to! I was through the sky and at the bedroom window in an instant.
It was open. Thank you Wynter!
I looked in, and saw Wynter asleep. I flew inside, and folded my wings again before changing into pajamas. I jumped into bed, and tried to get my self as comfortable as possible. I heard footsteps coming towards the room, and tried to steady my breathing. I heard the door open, and felt Kincaid eyeing me, before moving his eyes away and over to Wynter.
"Obviously not these two..." he muttered as he slowly shut the door so that he didn't wake us.
It wasn't until the footsteps stopped, did I open my eyes.
I went over to my clothing on the floor, and pulled out the four stylers. I set Wynters' on her bedside table, and set the other three on my dresser. I'll have to return them tomorrow.
But now, I have to figure out a way to thank Carter and a way to explain how I managed to get up here so fast. I kept on thinking, and finally, not coming up with anything, I slowly fell asleep.
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(Wynter P.O.V)
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When Eleanor came through the window, I was awake.
I always stay up past curfew, reading with a flashlight over my book. When Eleanor came in, I rolled over, and I guessed she thought that I was asleep.
Soundlessly, I rolled over, and nearly gasped. She had wings. They were white, and in the moonlight, they shined silver. She looked like an angel.
Stunning.
She changed, and I quickly closed my eyes, once again faking sleep. Soon, the door opened, and, for some reason, Mr. Kincaid muttered something about it 'not being us'.
Did the courage test go wrong?
Once he left, I rolled over so that I was laying on my back. I folded my arms behind my head, and stared at the ceiling. Eleanor had wings.
I don't believe it.
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Well, actually, I can.
Why?
Because I have them to.
I, Wynter Rose, have the wings of an angel.
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Amy47101: Holy crap! Wow! So, Wynter is one of the winged children. And, HOLY GUACAMOLE! CARTER HELPED ELEANOR ESCAPE KINCAID! So, read, review, and stay tuned!