Angel Wings
Amy: 300 REVIEWS! YAYS!
Dash: YES! It must be because of my dashing good looks!
Everyone: ...
Dash: You can laugh. It's funny!
Prince: No, it really isn't.
Dash: ...!
Prince: What? Oh, wait, he doesn't know, does he?
Dash: WHAT?! WHO'S THIS DUDE?!
Prince: (to Amy) I'm gonna mess with him. (To Dash) I am Prince Charming, and I have come to take a beautiful dirty blond Angel with ocean blue eyes off to my cas-
Dash: (pummles Prince)
Amy: No, Dash, no! I need him for this chapter! (Dash isn't listening) Uh... CANDY! (Dash is still ignoring) Wow, he really isn't listening...
Prince: Amy47101 does not own pokémon!
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Carter P.O.V
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I had to admit I was nervous. Right now, we were being lined up in a row, and an admin was coming down the rows, and making us state our name and age. Even though I was with Barlow, I actually felt kinda alone. Eleanor was still pissed off, and Cala couldn't come. Apparently silver Eevees with sun birthmarks were to obvious. So right now, I was just glad I was the last guy in line. Barlow was next.
"State your name and age."
"David Andrews, age 32." the admin looked at the clipboard. "Patrolling from nine PM to midnight."
"State your name and age." The admin said as he came up to me. I panicked a little.
"Uh, um Brock Oli." I sputtered out. "Age sixteen." The grunt looked at me for a long time. I mentally slapped myself. Brock Oli? Seriously? I named myself after a vegetable.
"Are you nervous, kid?" he asked.
"Uh... Uh-huh."I stuttered out. The guy laughed, and ruffled my hair, slightly tipping my hat, much like a big brother would.
"Don't worry, I was nervous on my first day, too." he said once he finished. "Besides, you've been assigned one of the easiest jobs."
"Easiest?"
"Yeah. Your guarding Subjects One through Eight. But the security up that way is so damn tight that I'm surprised they even have guards down that way." he smiled. I was surprised that it wasn't like one of those twisted smiles you see on most villains. He smiled like Crawford did when he did something nice. Like how Dash would smile when we got Kincaid with a good prank. He was acting like a big brother, not a grunt leader in an evil organization. "My name is Thomas. You can call me Tom, though, Brock. If you ever need help, just call for me."
"Yes sir!" I saluted. He let out a chuckle, as if impressed by my enthusiasm, and walked away. The other newbies began to dispatch, and Barlow looked down at me.
"So, Broccoli," Barlow said jokingly. "You're guarding the winged freaks, huh?" I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped.
"Yep." I said. "Guarding the freaks."
"Hey, Brock," a scientist around Barlows age came up to me, dressed in a professional attire with the Hellion logo, a pair of demon wings, over the breast pocket. "I need you to go guard subjects one through eight. I've done it before, so I'll show you the way."
"Okay. See ya, Dave." I followed the other grunt. We went through countless hallways, and down and around corners. Soon, the rooms began having high-tech machines and glass windows to look through. I saw through one with a small boy who seemed to have Machamp-like strength. In another, I saw a small child with meowth ears and tail. In another window, I saw a girl about a year younger than me with wings that looked to belong to a Staraptor. I stopped for a moment.
"Is it a member of subjects one through eight?" I asked, even though I already knew she wasn't. I just wanted to know why she had wings when I recalled the ten of us being the only surviving Angel Gene.
"That one?" the scientist asked as he stopped to look in. "No, it's just a part of the Pokémon Mutation Project. All the ones you've seen so far," he gestured down the hall. "Are a part of the Pokémon Mutation Project."
"How does it work?" I asked as I saw the girl try to take off again, a little shaky due to the new limbs.
"The subjects are injected with the proper does of DNA from the specific pokémon. This causes them to mutate into human-pokémon hybrids with special abilities. Take, for example, a subject injected with a fighting-types. Then it will have super strength. A feline pokémon gives it stealth and super hearing and smell. Flying gives it wings. Water gives them the ability to breathe underwater. So, you see, we are basically creating a league of super powered kids." he paused for a moment, looking at the teenager. "Usually, they have to be under the age of twelve in order for it to work, since they have not fully developed yet. But this one was tested on only just two days ago. And she survived."
A demon suddenly walked past, and I got a gut-wrenching twist in my stomach. I stared as she walked on, a smirk plastered on her face. The scientist chuckled.
"That's one of our finest, Demons."
"Demons? Did you create them?"
"What? Oh, no, they work for us be order of their leader. They're quite impressive." Two more scientists walked by, dragging someone by their arms. As I looked closer, I realized with a sickening reality that it was Flare.
She hardly looked like the girl I remember. Her back was bleeding profoundly. She looked starving and tired. But the most disturbing thing was her eyes. They where dull and dead, almost lifeless. She didn't cry out in protest, didn't struggle, there wasn't even a glint of defiance. Just allowed herself to dragged along. She lifted her head, and looked right at me. Slowly, her eyes went from dull, to realization, and suddenly to great rebellion.
"What?" she asked in a smart-ass way. "You thought I was broken, huh?" I smiled, watching as the rebel-rouser part of her came out. She had hope, and now she was going to give the rest of them hope.
I was here to help them.
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Eleanor P.O.V
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Prince and I had been training for a long while. I found out that he was quite skilled with the katana, and not only that, but he could use moves like Hyper Beam during our fights, which was irritating all on it's own accord. I think I lost a few feathers during our fights.
"Okay," Prince said as I fell back again. "I think you earned a break, don't you?" I grunted a response. Prince laughed, and looked at the moon. "Judging by it's place in the sky, we have about an hour or two left. What do you think?" I shrugged as I gulped down some water, and poured it over my head, keeping myself awake.
While I stared at the sky, I looked down at my friends partners, who also watching my training. I nearly choked on my water when Edens mark started glowing. Then, a beam of violet light shot into the sky.
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Dusk P.O.V
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I was almost in shock when Flare came back with a spark in her eyes. What caused her to become so peppy again, I wonder? Dawn had been meditating along with Forrest, at some point even floating, her hair hovering slightly off he shoulders at times. But I guess nothing could explain what I thought when a burst of light shot through the ceiling, and hit Dawn strait in the forehead. Once the light faded, I pressed myself as close as I could to her cage.
"Dawn?! Are you okay?!" Dawn got up, and looked at me. I noticed something one her forehead, an eye-shaped birthmark, like the one on Edens head. She stared long and hard, took a deep breath, and said:
"Never better, Dusk, never better."
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Amy: So Dawn seemed to have started her Warrior training... *looks at Dash* He's still beating Prince to a pulp. Aw well. Have at it! GO DASH!
Amy47101 signing off! ^.^