Angel Wings
Amy: *singing to the tune of Happy Birthday* Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...
Devlin: *singing to the tune of Happy Birthday* No one gives a shit...
Amy:*singing to the tune of Happy Birthday* And now I'll kill thee. *pulls out AK47* DIE, DEMON, DIE!
Devlin: *blinks* Oh, Arceus. Amy47101 does not own pokémon.
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Eleanor P.O.V
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I stared at the human form of Eden as he stared at his own human hands. He had shaggy, light violet hair that reached his chin. His eyes were a deeper violet, and his Eevee ears were the same color as his hair. Like Prince, he also had on a kimono, only his was dark violet with an eye mark over his heart. Also like Prince, a katana was tucked safely into his sash.
"Dawn accepted becoming a Warrior." he said.
"Well, obviously." I said. "But this doesn't make any sense. How is she supposed to train if you're here, and she's held captive somewhere?"
"Well, she's the Psychic Angel, right?" Prince reasoned. "So maybe she can train via telepathy?"
"Perhaps," Eden said as he placed his chin into his hand, and stood thoughtfully. "Maybe that's how she accepted the duty."
"And maybe she can train via dreams!" I exclaim. "This is brilliant. She'll be growing stronger and those idiots won't ever know it!"
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Carter P.O.V
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I've been working here for a few days, and it was unnerving. At night, I'd be getting these crazy flashbacks, the same exact thing. Looking through a cage, seeing child after child die before I myself would eventually be strapped to the table. Every time I walk dow the hallway to guard my friends, I kept feeling this sickening sense of deja vu. Like I knew this place.
I never got to see my friends, not unless a scientist opened the door to grab one and pull them to do testing. By now, all of them know I'm here. The only thing that I noticed that was different was the eye-shaped mark on Dawns forehead. And how she seemed to be growing stronger by the day.
So here I am now, walking down the hallway, when I'm cornered by a few other grunts.
"Listen, kid," one said as he cracked his knuckles. "We've got something to talk to you about."
"It's not that we want to hurt you, but we just want to know how in hells name you managed to guard the survivors of the Angel-Demon experiment." the next one said.
"What's the difference between the Angel-Demon subjects and the Pokémon-Mutation subjects? They're all just freaks of nature to be used at our disposal, right?" I asked, truly curious why they needed mutations when they had powerful Demons and Angels in custody. I didn't expect one of the stronger grunts to literally pluck me from the floor by my shirt, and slam me against the wall.
"You naive little brat!" he growled. "Do you realize how many subjects survived the Angel-Demon experiment? Eleven! Only eleven! Eleven Angels, and only one was converted to a Demon!"
"So what's the point of locking them up?" I asked. "Why not just make them Demons?"
"I heard that it was a long and lengthy process," a new voice said. The grunts tensed up, and I was dropped to the ground. Slowly, they turned, and faced Tom, the admin from before, with a Luxray next to him. "None of which is your concern. And I also suggest," he patted the Luxray on the head. "That you return to your posts."
"S-sir!" the grunts all shouted as they gave a quick salute, and scrambled over one-another to leave. I looked up to see Tom with his hand outstretched. I took it gratefully, and he pulled me off the floor.
"Were those jackasses bothering you?"
"No," I answered. "Just asking me why you assigned me to the position of guarding the Angel-Demon subjects."
"That has nothing to do with them. I could've assigned you to garbage duty, and they might've had an issue with it."
"Why?" I couldn't help but ask. Tom chuckled.
"Because you remind me of someone I know. And if you're like that person, then you wouldn't have an issue with guarding those subjects."
"No, of course not!" I exclaimed.
"Good," he ruffled my hair, slightly setting my hat askew, and chuckled. "Now get back to your post, 'kay kid?"
"Sir!" I said as I saluted. I hurried off to my post of guarding the subjects.
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About one week later...
Carter P.O.V
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I haven't seen Barlow nor Tom for a while. I guess both were to busy to talk to me.
"Hey, you!" the female Demon that I saw on my first day rushed up to me. "I've got to ask you something." I turned, and nodded, awaiting instruction. I've learned that humans weren't to speak to Demons, as a sign of respect. The situation became rather awkward when the Demon leaned in close to my face, and sniffed at me.
What happened next took me by such surprise that I didn't even have time to react. The Demon girl literally grew claws, and tore my shirt to shreds, leaving me shirtless, and my wings exposed. She smirked as I stared in shock.
"I knew something was off about you, and now I know." her smirk grew wider. "Now, maybe if you go ahead and be a good little Angel, and surrender, I'll make sure the boss-"
I stopped listening, and jumped into the air, kicking the Demon in the face. She gasped as she fell, and I took off in an opposite direction. I came to the crossroad that I knew all to well, the section that went to my friends or to the mutated kids. I took the the left towards my friends, and slammed the door open, despite the guards being in the way. All of them gasped, and even Dusk had to look up in shock. I went strait for the nearest cage, but was stopped as something pierced my right wing.
Suddenly, I felt, well, the only way to describe it was buzzed. Everything was kinda fuzzy, and I stumbled around for a moment before I hit the floor with a bang. Or, it could've been the scientists slamming open the door. Funny, I didn't feel any pain. Only that... fuzzy... feeling of... sleep...
The world then went dark as I fell to the clutches of unconsciousness.
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Amy: It's still my birthday! ^.^ Yays!
Devlin: You're irritating.
Amy: Well so are you!
Amy47101 signing off! ^.^