Angel Wings
Amy: Damn, Dusk is persistent. No matter, though! I am the master here! And I WILL NOT let him ruin this! So, by killing me, as he had threatened, it will ruin the story! So, if you are reading this, and you're a LowLightshipper, then you may like the beginning!
Amy47101 does not own pokémon, for if she did, well, I won't go into the rant!
Onto the story!
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"Where am I?" Dusk thought to himself. He looked around, amazed to see that he was sitting in clouds, sunlight filtering through the inlets. Through small holes, he could see the land below. To tell the truth, he felt like flying.
When was the last time that happened? The last time he wanted to fly with all his heart and soul? It certainly had been a while.
"Hello?!" he shouted. Was this a dream? "Anyone?!"
"Dusk!"
"Someone else?" Dusk turned, and saw Dawn flying towards him. She was in a hospital gown, and he could see some bruises and... burns, maybe, littered across her arms and legs.
"Dawn?" Dusk asked as she landed.
"It worked!" she cried happily as she engulfed him in a hug. "It really worked!"
"What worked?" Dusk asked, completely confused by all the hugging and floating and how Dawn, who went missing, was right there with him.
"I contacted you!" she cried happily. Now she was holding his hands and bouncing. Bouncing.
"What?"
"Through your dreams! I really had my doubts, but I did it!"
"What?" Dusk repeated. Dawn stopped bouncing, looked down at their clasped hands, and looked back up at Dusk. Then she jumped back nearly ten feet.
"I'm sorry!" she said. "I just got so excited, I never considered your feelings!"
Dusk walked up to Dawn, and grabbed her wrist. Examining the burns from the electric shocks, he looked up menacingly. "What happened to you?"
"It's... a long story. But I don't know how much time I have to talk to you. I need to warn you and the others. The people who reactivated the Angel Gene are coming after us, they're searching for a 'Subject Three'."
"Subject Three?" Dusk repeated, scratching his head. "Then who's Subject Three? maybe if we can figure it out, then we can warn them before they are captured!"
"In this prison, we don't have names. They don't even acknowledge that we are human..." Dawn trailed off.
"Dawn... What are you...?" Dusk was cut off as Dawn continued.
"We are no longer called 'her', 'him', 'she', or 'he'. Just it. It was made by us. It has powerful psychic abilities. It will obey. And to think that my own mother..." Dawn stopped.
"Your mother? But didn't she die?" Dusk asked. He was surprised to see that Dawn smiled.
"Oh, Dusk, so blunt and quick to the point. Yes my mother was pronounced dead, but somehow..." she swallowed. "Somehow she is alive. I don't understand how it is possible... She was sick with a disease that not even the best, most world renown doctors could identify. She died shortly afterwards."
There was a brief silence.
"Dusk, we are known as subjects. I am Subject Seven, Dash is Subject One, Aqua is Subject Two, Surge is Subject Four, and Forrest is Subject Eight. I don't know what the connection is, but..."
Dusk quickly exhaled as Dawn began to fade before his very eyes.
"Dawn...!"
"They're waking me up!" Dawn cried. She nearly collapsed into Dusk, clutching the front of his shirt as if it will keep her with him. "I don't want to go back!"
"Dawn, what's going on?! You're fading!"
"They're waking me up..." Dawn said as tears threatened to spill out. She looked up at Dusk. He could see her hands clutching his shirt with all his might, but somehow, was feeling her grip loosen with every passing second. "You have to warn them." she choked on her words. "You have to find me Dusk..."
"Dawn?!"
"I'll see you soon..." she laid her head on his chest as she finished her words. "They're waking me up... Goodbye..."
"Dawn?!" Dusk watched in shock as the girl slowly faded away from him. "DAWN!"
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Dusk P.O.V
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I woke with a start. I was drenched in a cold sweat, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I sat up on bed, and ran my fingers through my hair, pushing some of it out of my eyes. Deep breaths Dusk, deep breaths.
I don't usually dream, and when I do, I'm either sick with fever or it means something. That's it. And I know this wasn't a normal dream. Dawn was giving me a message.
Subject Three...
Who's left? According to Dawn, Eleanor, Carter, Flare, Wynter and myself. We're all fighters, so if someone does attack, then we won't go down without a fight. Wynter's in her element, snow and ice. Flare is a fighter, and wouldn't go down without giving out some third-degree burns first. Eleanor and Carter, they're like a dynamic duo. Don't mess with them, even if they are apart.
"I don't want to go back!"
Arceus, what's going on with Dawn? What's going on in their prison? Subject Three... Damnit, who the hell is Subject Three?!
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Eleanor P.O.V
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"Mom?!" I ran into our apartment around maybe four in the morning. Turns out the flight took less, thanks to Miles speed boost he gave me. It only took a couple hours instead of a couple days. Cynthia was there, and my mom was a wreck. She was crying, and she didn't seem to want to stop. Was she up since she called? Not that I could really blame her. I chocked back tears, and spoke. "Mom?"
She looked up at me and relief came across he features. I set down the Eevees', and walked towards my family, a grim look on my face.
"Oh, my Eleanor," my Mom cried as I stood in front of her. "Our little light. I saw the news earlier, your friends disappeared. And the people that were after them..."
"Team Hellion," I said. "That's what they called themselves. Team Hellion."
"What a horrid name." Cynthia said coldly.
"And I thought... I thought you would go to..." my Mom continued.
"I'm not going anywhere." I said. "Not until I figure out what happened to Henry. Not until..." I felt my sword manifest in my hand, yet I made no move to stop it. Surely, my mother and sister have seen enough, with me having wings and all, for them to believe that I'm a decedent of an Angel and I'm meant to fight Demons. "I get rid of every damn Demon that is working with Team Hellion."
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Carter P.O.V
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"Hey, Dusk, Flare, Wynter." I answered my styler. It was pretty early, 4'o'clock exactly, and I couldn't figure out for the life of me why Dusk was calling so early. "What's with the early wakeup call?"
"Where's Eleanor?" demanded Dusk. I blinked.
"Well good morning to you too." I muttered. "She had some... family complications that she had to attend to."
"Well, whatever,then. You can tell her later. I've got some news. From Dawn." Dusk said. He looked pretty shaken.
"From Dawn?! Really?!" Well that woke Flare up... "Spit it out, man, tell us what she said! Did you rescue her?!"
"Well... not really."
"Whatever you have to say, I'll believe it." I said. "I mean, come on, we've been through hell and back, literally!"
"Dawn visited me... in my dreams."
There was a silence.
"In... your dreams?" I repeated.
"Yeah..."
"Well, it makes sense, doesn't it?" Wynter said. "She is the Psychic Angel, and Eden has powers that allows him to read dreams. Maybe she has a power similar to were she can communicate through dreams."
"Or Dusk is just having freako dreams because of stress." I suggested.
"Carter... I don't dream. Not unless I have a fever, and even then it's rare."
"It could just be stress though." Flare said.
"Look at my face, Flare. Do I look stressed?"
"Well, actually you look pretty freaked out," I couldn't help myself. "And now you have a temple throbbing on your head and giving me the glare of-"
"The question was rhetorical, dumbass."
Another silence.
"What did Dawn say?" Wynter asked.
"A lot. First she was happy, like, Aqua happy, and then she was warning me about her captors. Team Hellion. You know, the name of the team that's filtering through the ranger bases. They're gathering us back up. They got Surge and Aqua, I'm guessing a day or two ago."
"Eleanor and I got word of that! All their partners, Miles, Serena, Storm, Eden, Rosalind, all of them came here to consult with Prince, who I guess is their leader, sorta like how Eleanor is supposed to be our leader. Although," I smirked. It seems like Cala is doing more of the leading!"
"Anyways," Dusk continued, ignoring me. "She said that they were going after a 'Subject Three'. Does that mean anything to any of you?"
"Subject Three?" I repeated. "Never heard of it."
Wynter shook her head, and Flare was surprisingly silent.
"Flare? It means something, doesn't it?" Dusk inquired, a serious look on his face. Slowly, Flare nodded.
"Gimme a minute." she said. Her styler came off, and she set it down. Then, she pulled her short hair back, and showed us the back of her neck. Faintly, I could see a small shape. It was an A... and then a D... and finally three I's attached to one another. It was so faded, I could just barely see it, and telling by the squinting that Dusk and Wynter were doing, they were trying to make it out too.
"It's the Roman Numeral Three." Wynter said as she sat back. "AD number three, is basically what it says. But why is it on your neck, Flare?"
"We all have them. All the subjects for every experiment that they do."
"But how do you know this?" asked Dusk. Flare let out a low sigh, and reattached her styler to her wrist.
"Because my dad had offered me up as Subject Three for the Angel-Demon experiment."
I remained silent. At graduation, I saw that Flare had shown a whole lot of resentment towards her dad, and both she and her mom went by her maiden name, O'Conner. I just thought it was because her dad did something to piss the mother off, like he cheated on her or something. But this... this is horrible. To offer up your own child, your own flesh and blood, for an experiment... Well, Flare, I know how you feel. But at least you have your mother around...
"Angel-Demon?" Wynter said quietly. "What was that supposed to mean? I mean, they wanted to reactivate the Angel Gene, right?"
"No," Flare said. "No they didn't. See, they wanted to give us the Angel Gene, with a little but of Demons blood mixed in."
"Demons blood... but how...?" I trailed off, eyes widening with realization. "No way... Devlin? He was working with them beforehand?"
"No. He was a kidnapped child, too. Remember in the legend, with originally eleven Angels?"
"The Angel of Death went bad." Wynter whispered. "He turned into a demon."
"Yes. And wether we like it or not," Flare paused, rubbing furiously at her upper arm, like how one does after getting a shot. "We have a small bit of Demon running through our veins."
There was a long, heavy silence. I swear, it was nearly deafening.
"But why? What did they hope to gain?" Wynter whispered. "Why put Demon blood into Angels? Why didn't they just turn us into demons in the first place?"
"Think about it, Wynter. Serial Killers aren't born that way, are they? No, little by little, their insanity builds up until they are so evil that they can do nothing but commit evil. So, they were going to make us Angels, and start out with a pinch of Demons blood mixed in. Then, slowly, pinch by pinch, ounce by ounce, they would add demons blood into us until the Angel part of us couldn't take it anymore, and we had to fall to the Demons."
"But we got away! Right after the last successful Angel was found." I exclaimed. "A small pinch of Demons blood won't make a difference, will it?"
"...Carter, why do you think that Forrest meditates so much?" Flare asked after a long pause. I was taken aback by the question, but answered regardless.
"I dunno, 'cause he's a pacifist?"
"Good enough, I guess... but still wrong. See, Forrest is fighting the Demon Blood inside him. Remember when that guy tried to steal our stylers, and then tried to stab me?"
"Yeah," I answered. "So?"
"Forrest went dark, and almost killed him with his powers over nature."
Another long pause.
"I had to scream, scream, to get him to stop. Thankfully, he snapped out of it, but," was Flare crying? Those certainly looked like tears. "I can't stand the fact that my dearest friends, especially him, will fall and become demons."
"Flare, this is ridiculous." Dusk said. "You act like this darkness is going to consume us. There's gotta be a way to reverse it, right?"
Flare sat thoughtfully for a minute.
"Well, I got all of this from my dads files, but I'm not to sure if there is a way for us to escape it..." Flare thought for a moment, before her eyes widened. "I've got it! Since it is Devlins Blood that's inside us, then I think he is the only one who can get it out of us."
"How? Sorting through our blood vessels?"
"No, by getting him to use his own powers to get them out of us."
"But he's a demon, enemy of the Angels. How the hell do you expect him to help us?"
"Simple, we change him back to the Angel of Death."
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Amy: Simple? Not really. Does this make any sense at all? Maybe.
Flare: I can't believe I was crying.
Amy: Well, I can't believe Dusk hasn't caught me yet.
Amy47101 signing off! ^.^