Angel Wings
Amy: A cliffhanger! That's what works! Thankfully, Devlin is no longer here, because I put him to work in the story. He'll have a large part soon! Sadly, I am all alone. Eleanor is training with Prince, and Eden is to busy telepathy training with Dawn...
Angela Ford: But I am here!
Amy: What?! Why the hell are you here?!
Angela: No reason! If any of you don't remember, I'm Dawns mother.
Amy: EVIL mother.
Angela: That's not nice.
Amy*sarcastically*: Yeah, you're one to talk. I don't own pokémon.
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Eleanor P.O.V
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"So what are we doing tonight, Prince?" I asked as we stood in front of the Cocuna ruins, which basically became our training ground. Eden sat off to the side, floating about a foot off the ground in meditation. He was training Dawn, I supposed.
"We're going to try something a little different." Prince said. "It may be a little bit early, but desperate times call for desperate measures." he paused, and looked at me. "You know that they have Carter, right?"
I looked down, dejected. Yesterday, I got this terrible feeling of loneliness. And I knew that I was the only one still around. The only Angel left that's free. I nodded.
"So you also know that you need to save them. And you know that in order to save them, you have to become a Warrior. I'm going to teach you how to transform tonight."
I nodded, and he began to explain the process to me.
"Okay, summon your sword, and hold it in front of you with both hands, the point strait. Remember, both hands," Prince reminded me as I grasped the sword. "If you don't use both hands, then the transformation will be incomplete, and that may cause some... complications." I nodded, closing my eyes, and just focused. After a while, nothing happened. I continued to stand there, wondering what the hell he expected me to accomplish, until I finally just sighed, and dropped the sword to my side.
"You want to know how stupid I feel?" I asked as the sword disappeared from my hand.
"Not in particular." Prince said as he sighed. "Why didn't it work?" I shrugged. "You stood there correctly, you concentrated, right? And I'm sure that this is the minimal time limit for training. You should be ready."
"Emphasis on the words 'should be'." I sighed as I sat on a random rock. I wanted to scream. I was training with Prince, and now it seems like it was all for nothing. I didn't have time for failing right now, not with kids disappearing, Henry gone, and all my friends missing. Dash, Wynter, Carter... all of them, gone.
I felt warm tears drip down my face, and felt surprised. When was the last time I cried? It certainly has been a while. I guess I've been so happy, that I didn't have time to cry. I watched in slight interest as they dripped off my face, and onto my gloved hand. My eyes traveled to my styler, scuffed in places from rescue missions I took part in. Now I was going on one of the biggest rescue missions ever. I don't even think Summer or Ben took part in one so big.
I stared at my styler again.
"Say..." I said as I wiped my tears, and looked up at Prince. "What would happen if the whole sword thing did happen?"
"Well, your own symbol would appear in the sky, and, like when you were summoned on the night of the eclipse, you'd be surrounded by light, and you're a Warrior Angel."
"Do you think," I paused as I looked up at the sky. "I have to draw the symbol?"
"Draw...?" Prince asked thoughtfully. I nodded, and positioned my clenched hand above me, and with a quick flip of the switch, my styler shot into the night sky.
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Carter P.O.V
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"Why does the big guy even want this one?" the admins asked as they dragged me down a hallway. I shot them the glare of death, but they just laughed.
"I really don't understand why you're dragging me." I growled. "I know I may have wings, but I also have legs and I can walk, dumbasses." They ignored me, and continued to drag me along.
Soon, I was brought into a room which looked to basically be the bosses headquarters. There where three people, two men and one woman. I knew the man on the left due to his mask. He was the crazy gunman with the Musharna. Back when we were in Ranger School. The women on the right had a sickening resemblance to Dawn, minus the brown hair that Dawn inherited from her father. This woman had black locks. Was she related to her? The man in the middle was someone I knew all to well. Stinky hairspray? Yep. Smug smirk? Got it. Superior attitude and huge, Wailord sized ego? Check and mate.
"Mr. Kincaid," I said. "It seems I've been running in the halls. Are you here to give me my detention?"
"You do realize that we can punish you with more than a detention, correct?" the women smirked. "Just ask your little friend Flare, oh, I meant Subject Three."
"You think she's broken down, huh? Well, you obviously need to know your subjects a tiny bit better. Hell, I doubt you even know your own daughter as well as we do."
"That freak isn't my daughter, merely another test subject."
"Really? 'Cause you seemed to be treating her pretty nicely when she first came here, nope, kidnapped." I turned to the gunman. "How 'bout you? Why don't you kill us? I know you're dying to do so." Mr. Gunman appeared stoic, but I saw his fists clench.
"You seem awfully easygoing, considering your situation." Kincaid as he folded his hands. "Aren't you fearful for your life?"
"For my life? No. In case you forgot," I smirked. "We've still go one out there."
"So?"
"So," I said as I rested my chin on the back of my hand. "Say that this on left just so happened to grow stronger, and released all nine of us? If she released all nine of us, then we could release all the mutated kids. How many are there, a couple hundred? So you have an army of super kids just dying to tear you to shreds. On top of that, I know Devlin nor the big man above him would let you kill us. Torture? Sure. Mauling? Sure. Death? Not likely."
"How do you know?" the Gunman demanded, pointing a pistol at my head. I stared at it, and smirked, pushing the gun away from my face with my fingers.
"Trust me, we know more than you think."
"You do realize that we know that Eleanor is the last one, right?" Kincaid said. "You don't need to keep it a secret."
"Yes, but," I straitened my gaze, and looked Kincaid in the eye. "I would prefer it if you didn't say her name."
"And why is that? What are you to do to stop me?"
"To stop you? Nothing at all. It's not like I can, right? I just believe that," I paused to take an intake of breath. "You've lost the right to speak our names."
"Lost the right, huh?" Kincaid chuckled. "You've lost your rights. This team isn't a democracy, it's a dictatorship. We can kill you if you go against us."
" Didn't I just rant about how you cant kill us? And even if you could," I jutted my chin towards Mr. Gunman. "Mr. Crazed Gunman wouldn't have the balls to do so." My smirk grew wider, and, just for shits and giggles, I changed my teeth to Mightyena fangs. "Perhaps he's scared of the fact that I destroyed his previous gun with nothing more than my teeth." That was when the woman spoke up.
"You are important test subjects-"
"Who don't seem to be good enough." I interrupted. "Uh, newsflash, I know we were meant to be Demons, but the only one who turned out right was Devlin, right? Now we're fighting an inward battle of light and dark. What did you think, sticking us in cages and not giving us nourishment would force us into becoming Demons?" I chuckled. "Sorry, but it'll take more than that to do us in. We've still got hope, and we'll keep fighting for that." I paused. "And one other thing. Little boy, about ten or so, with brown hair and blue eyes. I believe you picked him up from Cocuna Village? Yeah, better hope he's well when she get's here, 'cause I don't think Eleanor, dark or not, would regret killing any of you if you hurt her little brother."
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Eleanor P.O.V
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I was surprised my plan worked. Who knew that transforming into a Warrior also changed with times? I guess way back when my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-ti mes-who-knows-how-much-grandma had to transform, she had to use the sword. I used my styler to draw a moon shaped symbol in the sky, and it flashed sliver for a moment before I was engulfed in a silver light.
When I opened my eyes, I was standing in what I guessed was my 'Warrior Form'. It was a white dress, going to mid thigh. A silver breastplate was over my chest, and unattached gloves from my wrist to mid-upper-arm. A silver belt wound around my waist in a criss-cross formation, the ends wavering out from behind, looking to be made of actual moonlight. My hair also seemed to have the strange ribbons, but I couldn't place were they where tied. It was almost as if they were apart of my blond locks. On my feet were a pair of metallic silver boots. My sword was also in hand, and seemed to have been embedded with clean white moonstones.
I stretched my wings, which also seemed to have their own set of armor. The top of the marginal converts(1) had a silver armor stretching across it, making the feathers seem even whiter than they already were. I noticed that they ended in a point, which was long enough to cover the rest of the top of the wing when I decided to stretch them at full length. I noticed delicate white moonstones that were also embedded into the metal.
I felt power flowing through my veins, and felt like I could fly for miles without getting tired, and take down any demon who dared to cross my path. I grinned as I lifted the sword. I felt like a million bucks!
"Good job, Eleanor!" Prince complimented. "Now we can set off tomorrow!"
"Why wait?" I asked as I slid the sword into the scabbard. I lifted a few feet of the ground as the sun began to rise. Prince and Eden went back to their Eevee forms. Cala and the other Eevees' came out of hiding, staring impressively at my newfound ability. I let out a low whistle, and nearly all the flying-types in the forest came out of hiding. With my arms stretched out wide, as if ready to embrace the cursed Eevees, I said: "Why not leave now?"
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Amy: Okay, I seriously feel like that last moment was very Mary Sue-ish...
Angela: Whatever. For those who don't know, a marginal convert is the part of a birds wing that looks to be stiff. Basically the part where the feathers emerge.
Amy: I'd say thanks, but you're the bad guy.
Amy47101 signing off! ^.^