Angel Wings
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Amy: *cheesy grin, cheesy grin*
Dusk: Okay, I give, whats with you?
Amy: I'm getting this story moving! The disclaimer!
Dusk: ... Fine. Amy47101 does not own pokémon.
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Eleanor P.O.V
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"Boring. Boring." Carter flipped through the channels, coming to the History Channel. Grimacing, he said: "Really boring."
Basically, what Carter was saying is true. Our lives have been pretty boring since the going-through-hell thing. Barlow refused to let us do any missions outside Veintown and Chicole village. Basically, all we were doing was delivering papers, which was amusing all on it's own with Lily and the ninja Happiny, the playful children of Chicole, Big Bertha and her family, and Ponte and Mr. Woodward with his cane(which he found a reason to beat Carter with everyday). Basically, we were bored out of our minds.
"Hey everyone!" a teenage ranger came into the base. She had long, mint green hair and deep green eyes. "How is it back here in Vein Town?"
"Hey, Wendy!" exclaimed Barlow as he turned away from Whatever conversation he was having with Crawford. "How is it, back at the Ranger Union?"
"As good as it'll ever be. We've got some info on those thugs you reported last week. Apparently, they aren't just thugs, but a syndicate. They call themselves Team Hellion."
I shuddered, remembering the stone that Barlow had thankfully sent to the Union the next day. Wendy went behind Maxines desk, and plugged in a flash drive. From there, she pulled up a folder, a map of Fiorre, Almia, and Oblivia. Red and amber-colored dots were splattered across the three regions.
"See these?" Wendy asked, pointed to the red dots. "These are were Team Hellion was reported. Here," she pointed to the amber dots. "These are areas of recent child disappearances."
My eyes flicked to Oblivia, specifically Renbow Island. None. except for one in the Aqua resort, but that was it. None near Cocona. Henry was safe.
"We have a reason to believe that the two are connected." Wendy said. She pulled up a picture. They were Team Hellion grunts, with an outline of an all to familiar shape. A demon. But why? And how? "This is a picture taken from one of our spies in Puel Town. I have no idea what this could possibly be, though."
"This just in!"
A news anchor from the TV exclaimed this excitedly, interrupting my thoughts of the demons working with Team Hellion. I saw a picture of Dash, Forrest, and Dawn pop up.
"Recently, reports of missing children have come in. The rangers have been investigating these cases with the help of the police, but have found nothing. The reason that these three, Dash Smith, Forrest Brooks, and Dawn Ford, are different are the eerie similarities they share. All three are graduates of the ranger school this past year, and the fact that they were the oldest reported missing, all other children were between the ages of two and eleven. Plus it was recently brought up that they were all kidnapped when they are younger! Coincidence? I think not!"
She continued to walk towards three separate families. Three families that I recognized from my graduation. Dashs' parents have obviously been crying, Daisy was bawling while Daimon, Dalton, and Daniel just looked flat-out pissed. Well, as pissed as four-year-olds can look. Dawns father had his face set in stone, like he could care less while Edward, who I guessed was like a grandpa to Dawn, had a grim face. Forrests parents looked the worst. His mother was crying, even on camera. His dad looked like he wanted to personally strangle the person who would dare take his firstborn son the second time. Even little baby Ashton looked as if he knew something was wrong.
"Here, we have the three teens families, each awaiting to speak their opinions on the issue. Mr. Ford, it is said that your wife passed from an unknown sickness ten years ago. Did you ever want your daughter to become a ranger and face these dangers?"
"I never wanted her to be a ranger. I would have preferred if she used her magnificent intelligence to become a lawyer or a doctor. But Edward insisted."
"And you are Edward, correct?" the anchor asked the elderly butler.
"Yes." Edward answered.
"How long have you been working for the Ford family?"
"Oh, before Ms. Dawn was born. I used to be a butler in training for Ms. Angela back when she was-"
Mr. Ford shot Edward a look that basically said 'Shut the hell up before I fire you'. That was the first bit of emotion I saw on his face ever since the interview started. Coughing uncomfortably, the anchor moved to Forrests family.
"Mrs. Brooks, does it feel like a strange sense of déjà vu to know that your son, Forrest, is once again kidnapped?"
"It's like an old cut was reopened once again." Ms. Brooks said. "We were so afraid to have another child, to bring Ashton into the world, so afraid that we were going to loose him too."
"I'd like to see the man who's in charge of this whole kidnapping thing." growled Mr. Brooks while cracking his knuckles. "I hope that damn bastard is watching this. Mess with me once, shame on me. Mess with me twice, shame on you. But mess with my family, not once but twice, he'll figure out what happens when a biker wants to kick his ass."
"Of course, sir. Your anger is understandable." The news anchor gave Mr. Brooks a reassuring pat on the shoulder, even though he obviously didn't want sympathy. He just wanted to beat somebody up. "And finally, the Smith family. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, you have four children other than Dash. Are you perhaps concerned that they may be kidnapped, too?"
"We can't help but be worried. Just the other day, some strangely dressed people came up and began talking to Daisy. Just a few days before Dash disappeared." Mr. Smith said this while picking up Daisy, trying to comfort her.
"It's frightening and confusing." Mrs. Smith. "If what the Brooks and Mr. Ford said is true, then maybe this strange connection isn't just coincidental."
"Hey, lady, I've got something to say!" Damion said suddenly.
"Oh? What do you think, little boy?"
"I'm not 'little'." Damion grumbled. "Don't doubt my big brother! He has friends that'll find him and bring him back! And he's strong! He won't be defeated so easily!"
"Such inspiring words from a small mind." said the news anchor. "If you have any information on the disappearances or of the organization committing the kidnappings, please contact the police or your nearest Ranger Base. And now for the sports with Craig Smiley!"
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Carter stormed off after the news broadcast. I don't know if he was angry at the fact that no one told us about the kidnappings of our friends or the fact that we were being hunted. I found him on the roof, later that evening.
"Figures, you'd be up here." I said as I flew up. Tucking my wings comfortably behind me, I sat next to Carter. He has his hands clasped in front of him, staring intently into the sky. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.
"Why?" he said, turning to look at me. "Why are they re-gathering us? Why are demons working with them?"
"I wish I knew." I said as I shook my head. "I called up everyone else."
"How'd they react?"
"Aqua cried. Wynter looked worry stricken. Surge scowled and swore vengeance. Flare let out a string of curses and Dusk punched a wall."
"Dusk punched a wall?" asked Carter while raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, he was pretty pissed."
I stopped for a moment, my styler ringing.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Eleanor! Eleanor!"
"Mom? What's wrong?" I asked. My mom sounded like she was going to have a nervous breakdown.
"Henry disappeared!"
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Dawn P.O.V
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"Hey, Dawn, you awake?"
I groaned. I was cold and my head was pounding. It hurt terribly. Nonetheless, I opened my eyes, and sat up. It was dark, but my eyes quickly adjusted. I was in a cage. A cage for animals. Bars were on all sides, and my head just barely brushed the top of the crate. I was in an itchy cloth hospital gown, and was glad to know that my undergarments were still in there place. My wings stuck out the back of the gown, folded somewhat comfortably.
I saw tons of other children in cages around me, some with animal ears and tales, one boy even had gills. They stared at me, wide-eyed and silent.
"Hey, Forrest, she's up."
I looked around, locating the voice from above.
"Dash?" I asked timidly.
"The one and only." Dash smiled, his hands grasped around the bars of the cage. Forrest's here, too."
"Where are we?" I asked, noticing they were both also wearing hospital gowns with their wings.
"On a ship, I think."
A door opened suddenly, and a bunch of scientist-looking people walked through the door, causing many of the kids to shrink into the corners of their cages in fear. They walked strait to my cage, and kneeled down.
"Oh my Arceus, they were right. They got it." It. Apparently, I'm an 'it'. Turning to the other scientist, the man said. "Do you know how long I wanted to get my hands on this one? Subject Five... Did you ever read the reports about this group?"
"Yes," said the other scientist, a women. "I never really quite believed it. But here we have three of the ten. But this... this is Subject Five? This girl?"
"Yes. That one is Subject One, and that one is Subject Seven." the other man said, pointing to Dash first and then Forrest. "But Subject Five, you're looking at it."
Rubbing his hands with glee, the man unlocked the cage.
"Come on, little one. You're wanted in lab seven." he said in a to-sweet voice, as if dealing with children. "Oh, yes! Man, I want to section its brain."
I heard the thought and winced as rough hands dragged me out of the cage. My powers were picking up on emotions, Dash was angry, and Forrest seemed scared, not for himself, but for me. But the worst thing was the pathetic relief that washed through the children, glad that it wasn't them.
And for some reason, I don't think I could blame them.
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Amy: Okay, everyone, Dusk wants to kill me right now, so I'm wrapping this up quick!
Amy47101 signing off! ^.^