Angel Wings chapter 11
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(Eleanor P.O.V)
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Today was a generally normal day. In Ms. Aprils science class, we where doing chemistry, with beakers and such. But this project soon went from 'create the scientific formula of blah blah blah' to 'hey, lets see who can make something blow up the fastest!'. Really, all I wanted to do was to get to lunch. Just five more minutes...
"MS. APRIL! WE HAVE TROUBLE AFOOT!" yelled Kincaid as he ran into the room. What was wrong? Did he run outta hairspray or something? I hope Carter didn't decide to have April Fools day two weeks late. He whispered a few words to Ms. April, and her eyes widened in shock.
"Class, Mr. Kincaid would like to speak to you on the behalf of something." she said. Hairspray head turned our way, and glared at us.
"This morning, we had several stylers stored in the teachers lounge, but now they are all gone. Every one of them. I have all my students accounted for, and I came in to see if everyone was here." he said as his eyes scanned the classroom, falling on the one empty seat on the end. "Oh? It seems that Ms. O'Conner is absent. Care for an explanation?"
No one said anything. To tell the truth, I haven't seen Flare since this morning.
"Nothing? Then she must be the guilty one." he said as he turned to leave.
"Now wait one minute!" I yelled as I stood up, chair screeching against the floor. "You have no evidence! No proof!"
"She is not here. She's the perfect candidate! Sneaking around after school hours, beating up other students, encouraging violence, not doing homework, running in the hallways!"
"So lets say that Wynter isn't present in your classroom. Would you accuse sweet, shy, little Wynter of stealing?" asked Carter in a cold tone.
"Why... You have no room to talk, Mr. Sun!"
"And aren't you the one who always encourages 'innocent until proven guilty'?" asked Dash. We got him there. His mouth opened, and then closed, like a magikarp.
"Mr. Kincaid, with all due respect, I must agree with my students. We shouldn't blame Flare because of her past or because she is not here. We should be searching for her. Perhaps she overslept?" said Ms. April. Everyone yelled words of agreement. Kincaid stared at us, each individually for a moment, before sighing, and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"We will search the school grounds. If she is found, alert someone else immediately." he said before stomping out the room.
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(Forrest P.O.V)
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I left Kincaids classroom, and saw all my other friends standing around talking.
"Whats going on?" I asked.
"Kincaids blaming Flare for the missing stylers." said Carter with a scowl.
"Eleanor convinced him to let us search for her, so we're deciding on who should go were." said Dash as he impatiently shifted his weight from foot to foot. Everyone looked at Eleanor.
"Okay, Wynter and Surge, you'll search the library. Wynter is always there, so she should know her way around best."
Surge groaned, as if the library was the worst possible place to search. Well, it wasn't called Surges nap room for nothing. Wynter nodded, and she ran off in the direction of the library, with a somewhat depressed looking Surge behind her. Eleanors' eyes shifted to Dash and Aqua.
"You two search the dorms. She could have fallen back asleep, or may have gotten sick, so check every room, okay?"
"Right!" yelled Dash as he fist pumped.
"We'll find her for sure!" said Aqua optimistically before chasing the already gone Dash.
"Dawn and Dusk, I want you to go through the cafeteria and the gym, including the locker rooms."
"We will try our hardest." said Dawn. Dusk merely grunted something, probably a complaint, and followed Dawn in the direction of the gym.
"Forrest, you can search through the courtyard. Check everywhere, got it? Me and Carter will search through the basement."
"But the basements blocked off." said Carter with a confused look on his face. "Remember? I got caught down there while I was..."
"Rigging a prank for Kincaid, yeah, I remember that one. Kincaid nearly chopped your head off. Knowing Flare, she'd just ignore the fence, and climb over it anyways."
"Oooooooooooh!" he said, like what Eleanor said was actually making sense. As they headed off, I went out to the courtyard, with a sinking feeling that, somehow, Flare managed to get herself into trouble again.
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(Flare P.O.V)
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I don't know why, but I decided to skip class today. Don't know why, don't really care, didn't really feel going anyways. I sighed, feeling content on the tree branch high off the ground. Why can't we have school out here? It would be much more fun than being in a stupid classroom. Much more fun and much easier to daydream and sleep.
I heard something down below. Breathing. Defiantly breathing. Maybe someone was looking for me.
"Heh heh... this will earn me a bundle." a sleazy voice said. Okay... That most certainly not someone from this school. I looked down from the leaves, and saw some... guy was walking through, carrying some sort of bundle in his arms.
First off, this guy is not from this area. I live in Chicole Village, and always went through Vientown when I was a kid. Not to many people move to and from those two villages and I never saw him before.
"I'll buy me a decent house... and then some beer... and then some drugs..."
I heard enough. I jumped down from the branch, and snatched the bag he was holding. I opened it and saw...
"Stylers?" I asked with a glare. "Why do you have our stylers?"
"Aww... It's a little girl! Run along now, nothing to see here."
"Why. Do you. Have. Our. Stylers." I repeated. No, demanded.
"Did you not hear me? Run along..." he pulled out a long sharp knife, and began to clean the dirt that gathered behind his fingernails. "I really don't want to hurt you."
I felt my anger rise to an almost uncontrollable level. How dare he steal from us! How dare he threaten me!
I felt the heat from my heart moving towards my hands, growing and becoming hotter. Soon, red hot flames danced across my hands and I raised them towards the guy...
"NO!" I yelled. I'm not using that ever again! Never! What happened last time...
"What was that?" asked the guy.
He didn't even let me answer. Like a Persian, he lunged at me, knife in hand, ready and willing to kill me.
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(Forrest P.O.V)
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I followed a trail of stylers. They led me across the courtyard, and towards the stairs leading to the gates of the school.
"NO!"
Was that Flare? What was going on? I hurried down the stairs, and saw a rather horrifying sight. Some man was on top of Flare, with a knife above her head, ready to stab her. She had both her hands around his wrist, pushing his hand away.
With a sudden push of adrenaline, the man brought the knife down, barely, just barely, missing her head.
It felt like someone put a red film over my eyes. I heard something tear. Cloth, maybe? After that, I lost it, and my mind went blank. All I knew was one thing:
This wasn't gonna look pretty.
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(Flare P.O.V)
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The knife came down, barely missing my head. God, how close was it? A few centimeters?
Suddenly, something tackled the man. No, more like, picked him up, and threw him into a tree. The same thing stood in front of me, as if protecting me. I took a closer look, and saw that it was Forrest. The clothing on his back was torn, and it was obvious why. Wings were sprouting from his back. They were white, with green tinting the edges. They looked like the wings of a bird or something. Could it even be possible...? Did he...?
"You. Where trying... to.. hurt her. You. Will. Regret it." I heard him growl. He was panting hard, and I knew what was happening. This is what would happen when you disturbed him during his meditation. This was Dark Forrest.
But it was never this bad before. This was far past his usual anger. When it happened once in a blue moon, he would usually snap out of it very quickly before he could seriously hurt someone. This time though... he was practically glowing green.
In other words, he was freaken pissed.
Like how I raised my hand when it was engulfed in flames, he raised his arm and vines erupted from the ground, slowly wrapping around the man. They reached his neck, and slowly, without taking his eyes off the terrified man, Forrest closed his hand into a fist. The vines tightened. Forrest was strangling him.
"No! Forrest! Forrest stop!" I screamed. I don't know if he heard me or not. The mans lips were blue. He was dying. This needed to stop now. "FORREST!"
"Huh...?" he asked, as if he was waking up. The vines instantly fell to the ground along with the man, who, thankfully, was breathing. Then Forrest collapsed to the ground. I let out a small shriek, and felt his pulse. He was alive. Whatever he did, must've taken a whole lotta energy out of him.
I looked at the wings and felt the feathers. They were so real. I guess we have so much more in common then I thought. He had wings that were so much like mine and, like my powers over fire, he had some sort of control over nature.
I chuckled. I talked so nonchalantly about this, and this is probably one of my biggest kept secrets in my family.
I heard voices from above us, and realized that I needed to cover those wings before someone else saw them. I grabbed his jacket, and folded the wings in what I hoped was a comfortable position, and quickly put his jacket on. Thankfully, it wasn't in complete shreds like the shirt he wore underneath.
I heard shouts of worry, and saw Ms. April and Janice hurry down the stairs.
"Flare! What happened?! Is Forrest okay?!"
"I-I don't know. That guy..." I gestured towards the unconscious criminal. "He had a knife and he tried to stab me..."
"Are you okay?!"
"I'm fine. I think Forrest collapsed from..." Excuse processing, please wait. "exhaustion, I think? The man was attacking him, and almost got him a couple times. Only his shirt got ripped up though, no cuts or anything." I said, thinking up an excuse quickly.
"He'll be fine!" said Janice, after she examined the unconscious Forrest. "He'll just need a lot of rest."
I let out a sigh of relief, and Ms. April called the Vientown ranger base to come arrest the thief.
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(Forrest P.O.V)
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I groaned as I rolled over. What time was it? And where was I?
"Hey. You're awake." I heard someone say. I sat up, and saw Flare holding a tray with food on it. "You slept through dinner."
"What time is it?"
"About 7:30."
"What happened?" I asked as she passed the food to me.
"You blacked out after you fought off the thief."
"Did I...?"
"Go into Dark Forrest mode? Yeah."
"How bad?"
"...Did you know that we have a lot more in common then I thought?"
Where did that come from? We were about as different as night and day. She was loud and rebellious, I was quiet and always go with the flow. How do we have anything in common in any way, shape, or form?
"Did you know I have wings too?"
"I-I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about." I lied.
"I saw them, Forrest. When you went into dark mode. You flew in and literally plucked the guy up off me, and threw him into a tree. I also saw what you can do. You controlled those plants and nearly strangled the guy. I had to shout to get you to stop."
"Oh...I did that?"
"Yeah."
There was silence for a moment.
"So you have the wings to?"
"Yeah. They look a lot like yours, except that they're tinted red..."
Was that a blush on her face?
"Do you control an element to?"
She held up her hand, and I saw tiny flames dancing across her palm.
"Fire." I said as she closed her hand around the flames, snuffing them out.
"Guess my parents were pretty smart, naming me Flare." she said with a small smile on her face.
"Do you think theres' any others?"
"Maybe. I researched my wings and stuff, but everything is really secret. So, even if there where others like us, theres' no proof of them or anything."
"Guess the world is just filled with mysteries, eh?" I said as I set my tray aside, and laid back onto my pillow.
"I found one thing though." said Flare. "It was in my dads files, back when he was a part of some organization before he um... left us."
"What did it say?"
"The first line said 'Angel-Demon experiment participant survivors'. And underneath it had the word 'subject' and then bunch of weird numbers, like, identification numbers or something. One was Subject 24-12-7-19-97." she sighed. "What do you think it means?"
"I really don't know."I said. "How many other numbers where there?"
"Eleven total, I think."
"So that means that theres nine other winged and super-powered kids out there, not including us."
"So what do we do? Search for them?"
"I don't know, Flare. How do we know if they want to be found? Maybe they want to stay hidden, trying to pretend to be normal."
"But wouldn't they want the security of knowing that theres' others like them out there?"
"Like I said before, Flare, I really just don't know..."
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Amy47101: Okay, so Flare and Forrest are winged children, but, what is this? They're also super powered! Originally, I was unsure about that part, but asked a couple reviewers, and they liked the idea, so I hope everyone else likes it to. So what do you guys think? Anyways, Flare seemed a tiny bit out of character for this chapter, don't ya think?
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