Angel Wings

Amy: I'm evil. And addicted to horribly wonderful cliffhangers.

Flare: Yes you are. Yes, you most certainly are.

Dusk: Hey.

Flare: Hey.

Dusk: Amy, I called the Disclaimer Dude. He's bringing the tank.

Amy: O.O You what?!

Dusk: And an army of demons and hellhounds.

Amy: O.O You WHAT?!

Dusk: And all those reviewers you pissed off with your addiction to cliffhangers.

Amy: NOOO! THEY HAVE THE FLAMING RAINBOW KNIFE LAUNCHER! *looks around frantically* I've gotta move to a foreign country, fake my own death, change my name, and dye my hair! *runs off to bye a plain ticket.*

Flare: *looks at Dusk* You didn't really call that weirdo, did you?

Dusk: No, but it scared the shit out of her. *crosses arms and smirks* That's why you don't mess with me. I'll make your life living hell.

Flare: Isn't that Devlins job?

Dusk: Yes. But I'm not so obvious about it.

Flare: O.O Amy47101 does not own pokémon.

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Eleanor P.O.V

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"Forrest!" I yelled as he ran off in the direction of Flares' own scream. The trembling became more erratic, so bad that it was nearly impossible to walk. Was this an earthquake?!

"It's to powerful for this to be natural!" Dawn yelled, almost as if she read my mind. Wait... never mind. "Dive for cover!" Everyone went to the ground and covered their heads.

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Forrest P.O.V

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I was vaguely aware that I was walking into a rock slide with Rosalind. 'Vaguely' being the key word here. Flying was dangerous, but I did it anyways, expertly dodging rocks, trying to find Flare. Where on earth was she?

"Damnit, Tyson! I swear, if we survive, I'll make sure I kill ya!" There! She was flying too, just barely dodging rocks. She was screaming at her unconscious partner. Rocks were still flying everywhere, and Flare was suddenly it with a wave of water. I saw a Blastiose unleashing a Hydro Pump. She fell to the ground, trying to push herself up from the ground. A huge boulder came crashing down, right over top of her, and not aware of what happened next, a blew a shrill note into my flute.

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Flare P.O.V

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I cringed as I felt the rocks presence above me. I flipped myself over, and tried to summon some fire to soften the fall or perhaps even push it out of the way. But my firepower was nearly depleted due to the involuntary bath, and the rock kept falling. I felt slow and sluggish, not wanting to move even though my mind was screaming at me to.

Suddenly, just as the boulder was mere inches away from my nose, vines sprouted up and held it up like a hammock supporting a person. Slowly, the vines grew higher, and allowed me to crawl out of a small opening. Once I squirmed out with Tyson in my arms, I looked up and saw Forrest in, to my assumption, his newfound Warrior form.

Really, his outfit looked an awful lot like Pit from the Kid Icareus video game that Surge lent me on a rainy afternoon, only without the scarf, arm gauntlets, and the tanktop under the top half of his toga. White, accented with green along the edges. He wore dark, earth brown shorts under the toga, along with a lighter brown sandals lacing up his calves. A laurel wreath was around his head, as well as around his waist, acting as a belt, and around his wrists. His wings had bronze colored armor embedded with emeralds across the marginal converts.

"Flare, we've gotta move!"Forrest ordered. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registered that this was the most serious I've ever seen him act, but that wasn't exactly important right now. Seeing as I wasn't moving fast enough due to my sluggish state, Forrest decided to pick me up and carry me, bridal style. My face must've been as red as the edges of my hair. As he flew and dodged, I could practically see the light at the end. Guess 'Light at the end if the tunnel' should be changed to 'light at the end of an avalanche of rocks'.

I let out a long sigh of relief as we exited through the death trap, but not quickly realized the danger wasn't over yet. It was like slow motion effect as we came out, but Forrest fell. I was thrown forward, and rolled for a bit before I stopped. A moment or two afterwards. the earthquakes stopped, but I stayed down for the any after tremors. Sure that nothing else was coming our way, I crawled over to Forrest. He was back to his normal form, and was thankfully conscious. The only very big problem was the fact that his left wing was underneath a heavy looking boulder. With a burst of adrenaline, I heaved the rock off of him.

I choked back vomit as I got him to stand up. Leaning his weight against me, I walked him over to a shady looking tree, and sat him down. His wing was a wreck. It was twisted the wrong way, and feathers made a path from the place where the boulder crushed it. I guess when the wing was broken, the feathers began to fall out. Forrest sat cross legged, clenching fistfuls of grass in his hand, gritting his teeth together. He adjusted his position, and more feathers fell.

"Don't move." I ordered as I examined the wing closer. "You loose feathers when you move, and we can't fly without feathers." The marginal convert was bent funny, broken, no doubt. That would have to be popped back into place. I thought of Eleanors healing magic, but that would only heal the wound, not bring the bone back into place, which we needed a real doctor to do. Arceus, where was a bird expert when you needed one?

"Bad?" he asked. I nodded. My styler began ringing off the hook. I answered it, and Wynters face appeared.

"Flare? Is everything okay over there? We saw Forrest enter the avalanche, and then rocks blocked our line of sight."

"Well, we've got good news and bad news." I said. "Good news: Forrest is a Warrior Angel. Bad news: his wings is busted, and every time he moves, he looses feathers."

"At least you're alive," Wynter said, closing her eyes and letting out a relieved sigh. Refocusing, a stern look entered her eyes. "First things first. You've got to wrap Forrests wing, keep it from moving and loosing feathers. You have gauze, right?"

"Yeah, that and some bandaids and painkillers. It came in the first aid pack I got when I started."

"Use that to wrap the wing, and give him the painkillers. You might need to move, because we've got some hostile pokémon on our side. And I'm not sure what's going on on your end."

"How are we going to get the bone back in place? None of us are experts with flying-types, nor can we contact a doctor. Any bright ideas?" a muffled response came from someone else on the other end.

"We'll contact Wendy." Wynter said. "She's a bird expert, and fixes up hurt flying-types on the side. She said to call her if we ever need help with our wings, and it looks like we're taking her up on the offer." she glanced through something else on her styler, and her eyes widened. "Hey, requests from people living around Peril Cliffs want to know why pokémon are rampaging. We can't get through because of the avalanche and the hostile pokémon are attacking now. When Forrest is feeling better, can you get to it?"

"I guess." I said as I shrugged. "See you later." I hung up, and turned near Forrest. I pulled out the gauze, and looked at the wing. "Do you think that you could close it as far as it could go?" With a small grunt, Forrest closed his wing, and I began to wrap the gauze around it. "Looks like you got the wrong person." I said with a chuckle.

"Why's that?" he asked.

"It's not like I'm the most gentle person in the world."

"I would like to disagree."

"Really?" I said. "Have you not seen how many times I've punched someone or my partner?" Tyson made sure to voice his opinion, but was quickly silenced by the glare Flare sent him. Rosalind just chased her tail to her hearts consent.

"Sure. Think about it, Flare. You can be awfully gentle at times, just as you can be awfully defensive and, in some cases, violent." I nodded, pinning the gauze at the bottom, the wing completely wrapped from top to bottom. The possibility of another feather falling out was slim. Forrest turned towards me, and his eyebrows raised up slightly. "Why are you crying?" he asked, reaching his hand out and wiping away my tears with the most amazing gentleness. He held my face in his hands, one hand on either side of my face, and repeated the question.

"I-" I swallowed, and decided to rephrase my answer. "It's just that my dad said something a lot like that before he put me in the experiment. I was real young, and I remember cherry blossoms. Even though it was fuzzy, it was the best memory of him, and I just kinda wished that he still cared like that." More tears dripped down my face, running off Forrests hands, which still hasn't moved from my face.

Slowly, Forrest moved closer to my face, his eyes closed. What was he doing?! Here I am pouring my feelings out to him, and he's getting closer... closer... Was he going to kiss me?! I'm not ready for this! I've gotta think of a reason to stop this!

"Painkillers!" I shouted as I jumped up. Forrest looked up at me, a flicker of disappoint across his face before his peaceful expression appeared.

"What?"

"Wynter said to give you some painkillers 'cause that wing must hurt real bad, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess..." Forrest muttered, avoiding my gaze, his face red, no doubt realizing what he had just done, no, attempted to do. I dumped a couple of pills into my hand, and passed them to Forrest as he got out his water bottle.

I refused his gaze while he took the pills, my face, without a doubt, now, as red as the tips of my dyed hair.

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