Angel Wings
Amy: Hey hey peoples! Is it strange that I feel that Riptideshipping got ripped off? Well, the Angel Wings gang is currently mad at me, and won't talk to me...
Tori: But I'm here!
Amy: Would you be mad that I hated you when i first created you?
Tori: No, not really.
Amy: So how are the wings coming along?
Tori: Pretty good! They taste delicious.
Amy: EH?! O.O
Tori: You asked about my wings right? My chicken wings. They're delicious. *unfolds wings from back* What were you thinking?
Amy: x.x
Tori: Um... I think I might've killed her. *glances around* Amy47101 doesn't own pokémon!
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Surge P.O.V
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I let out a long whistle as I stared up at the building in front of us. Wynter wasn't kidding when she said this place was an ice castle. It was huge.
"It's magnificent, isn't it?" Wynter whispered. I grinned.
"It sure is." I grinned. "But, uh..." I looked at the door, seeing no knob. Just a wooden door with one strange keyhole. "How do we get in?" Wynter stepped forward, placing her hand against the freezing wood. Her fingers brushed against the huge keyhole.
"I wonder..." she pulled out her pendant, and summoned her staff. She inserted the larger end into the hole, and turned it. There was a large creaking noise, and Wynter pulled her weapon out. The door creaked open, granting us access.
"Great job, Wynter!" I said as I gave her a pat on the shoulder. She blushed, and mumbled something under her breath. We made our way into the castle, seeing that it wasn't any warmer in here than it was outside. Wynter looked around in wonder at the extravagant decorations, all of them having to do with ice, snow and winter.
We walked into the dining room, where a long table stretched across the room, enough seats to sit possibly all the top rangers in the ranger Union. Wynter walked up to it, and glanced at the food that sat on the plates.
"This is weird." she shuddered. "There's still food on the plates." I looked at it, and realized that food sat vacant on plates, silverware placed next to the plates, waiting to be used."So which way?" she asked, forcing a smile onto her face. "Left, right, or forward?"
"I guess the smartest way would be forward," I said as I made my way towards the doorway.
"Surge, maybe I should go first." Wynter said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Something... something doesn't feel right to me." I smiled, and shrugged her shoulder off.
"C'mon, Wynter, it's only an old castle. What could go wrong?" I walked through the doorway and stood. "See? Nothing to worry a-" I was cut off as a large splintering noise could be heard from above. Slowly, I looked up, seeing a huge icicle falling strait for me. Wynter was quick to react, whipping out her staff and using her powers to actually keep the ice from falling onto of me. I scrambled out from under it, watching in amazement as the glacier shattered into a million pieces. Wynter turned, and kneeled beside me. "Okay," I muttered under my breath. "You can say 'I told you so'."
"Are you okay?" Wynter asked, grabbing my hand. "Are you hurt?"
"Nah, I'll be fine." I said as I pushed myself up.
"Let me go first this time, okay?" Wynter asked.
"I don't know..." I muttered.
"It's an Ice Castle. And I'm the Angel of Ice. If something bad happens, then I'll just stop it."
"(Wynter, you can't just stop things willie-nillie.)" Hermione said. "(It'll drain energy. I can feel darkness in this place.)"
"But we still have Surge." Wynter pointed out. "He wouldn't allow me to push myself. If anything bad happened, he could always defend me."
"(You put to much faith in that boy.)" Storm said with a sigh.
"Like you're one to talk!" I exclaimed, bonking my partner on the head. Wynter shook her head with a smile, and continued to walk through the doorway. We took a few steps forward, and the door suddenly slammed closed, putting us into darkness.
"Surge...?" I heard Wynter ask.
"I'm here." I groped out, and took her hand.
"Think you could light this place up a little?" she asked. I nodded, but then realized that she couldn't see the gesture.
"Sure, of course." I said, pulling one of my daggers out. Soon, it was sparking with electricity, creating a super-powered glow stick. "Hermione, Storm?"
"(Here!)" both exclaimed simultaneously. The scrambled up onto our shoulders.
"(You don't mind, do you?)" Hermione asked.
"No, this way we know you're here." Wynter smiled.
"So what're we supposed to do?" I asked, shining the dagger around. It just looked like a regular room.
"It's a test." Wynter said. She leaned down, and ran her head on the floor. "There's ice on the floor."
"Can't you get rid of it?" I asked, also kneeling down, bristling when the cold came into contact with my fingers.
"I don't think so. Something else created this trap."
"Someone stronger?" I asked.
"Or something." Wynter muttered.
"Can't we fly?" I asked, raising my glowing dagger above my head.
"No, there's icicles above us." Wynter said. "They'll fall with just a little bit of movement. If we bring out our wings, there's a greater chance they'll hit, getting us hurt."
"Good point." I said, lowering my arm. "So what do we do?"
"Run?" Wynter suggested. I looked at her, and blinked.
"You sure?"
"Yes." she nodded. "Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." I muttered. We looked at each other, nodded, and ran forward. It was humorous for a while. Me and Wynter kept on slipping around, falling a couple times. The fun was short lived when an icicle fell in front of us, and then behind us. We stumbled, and fell.
"Surge!" Wynter cried as we got separated. I heard more icicles fall, and a gasp. I gritted my teeth, and brought out my second dagger. I dug into the ice, becoming panicked as I kept sliding. Slowly, I came to a stop, and hopped up. I took a step forward, surprised to find a door. Under my feet were solid tiles, not covered in ice.
"Wynter?!" I called.
"Surge!" I heard a whoosh of wings. "Tell me where to go! Give me a signal!" I gritted my teeth harder and glared ahead. Honing the daggers, I continued to stab them into the ground. A wave of energy left me, circling around the room as an electric wave. Lightening shot up from around me, lightening the room all around us. I couldn't see Wynter coming at us, so I turned the electricity up a bit. It became brighter, easy to see from anywhere. Wynter came flying forward, arms over her face to protect from the icicles falling down around us.
She crash-landed into me, breathing deeply. She looked up, and laughed. I opened my eyes, and tried to suppress a snicker. Her hair was crazy. Her hairbands holding her braids together were gone, causing wild, electrified hair to poof up all over.
"What?" she asked, noticing that I was also laughing. It was becoming increasingly harder to take her seriously, with the innocent look on her face and crazy hair.
"I- your hair." I muttered out between laughs. She blinked, and waved her hand over some ice. It polished up almost as perfect as a mirror, and looked into it. Her hands flew to her mouth, trying to stifle laughter.
"You're just as bad." Wynter laughed. "I thought your were resistant to electricity." I looked in the mirror and my mouth fell open. My hair was about as bad as Wynters! We both laughed at each other for a minute, waiting for our hair to return to normal. As the electricity faded away, and our hair lost the staticy frizziness, returning to normal. We got up, continuing onto the next room.
"This place must have been magnificent when people lived here." Wynter said as we entered a bedroom. It was strange, we've been walking forever, but found no signs of any Team Hellion anywhere.
"There's still clothing in the closets." I said, opening the wardrobe, and pulling out a fancy ball gown for a teenage girl. "This must have cost a fortune when people still wore this." I smiled, putting the dress back. "Guess it's not called Almia Castle for nothing."
"I don't like it." Wynter said, her hand tightening around her staff. "It's like everyone up and left. There's clothes in the closet, wood in fireplaces, even food on plates and drinks in glasses!"
"I wonder what it means." I muttered, opening the door, and continuing down the hallway.
"Why are we doing this again?" I heard someone groan.
"Who knows? We were just told to get as much Demon Glass 'Ice' as possible." Another voice said. Cautiously, I peeked around the corner, and saw some Hellion grunts holding up some heavy-looking sacks. I raised an eyebrow. Demon Glass 'Ice'? What was that?"
"Seriously, though, did you see how much Demon Glass 'Nature' they got from Peril Cliffs? It was insane!"
"To bad most of them got arrested by those rangers. Did you here that one of the Angel-Demon survivors showed up and went berserk?"
"Yeah, yeah! His girlfriend slapped the shit outta him to get him back to normal." Demon Glass 'Nature'? Is that was buried within the Peril Cliffs? They must be talking about Flare and Forrest! Was it also the reason that Forrest went crazy that day?
"Surge..." I heard Wynter whisper in a strained voice. I turned to look at her. She was gripping her staff so tight, her knuckles were white, her eyes clenched shut. "I don't feel to good." Strange gasps of breath escaped her lips, and she began coughing and hacking.
"What was that?!" a grunt exclaimed.
"Wynter!" I hissed. "We've gotta move!" Wynter said nothing. Strangely, she walked forward, very boldly, very un-Wynter like.
"Hey, who're you?!" one grunt exclaimed. Wynter said nothing. Instead, with her staff in hand, she whipped her arm out to a strait line. The grunts all screamed as they hit the wall painfully hard.
"Wynter!" I yelled, revealing myself. "Stop!" she ignored me, and opened one of the sacks. Slowly, the shards inside the sacks all levitated and twirled around her like an impenetrable tornado. I stood my ground against the strong winds, gritting my teeth. A pillar of light with an ice blue streak shot into the air. As it faded away, Wynter was revealed, kneeling towards me in her warrior form, although, it was now black instead of white, with very few ice-blue accents. Her right hand was wrapped around her staff.
It was then I began to notice small details, like how her ears had become pointed, and a small fang came out over her bottom lip. Storm and Hermione growled menacingly. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, revealing crimson red. Slowly, she rose from her kneeling position, a smirk playing across her lips as her wings unfurled from behind her.
But they weren't her usual white angel wings. No, they were bat wings. Demon wings.
"Wynter..." I said in pure shock. What happened? How did such a sweet girl, my girl, turn into a monster? What went wrong?
"Wynter? No, I'm not Wynter." she smirked. "You can call me Kylma, Demon of Ice."
"(Surge, attack.)" Storm ordered. I snapped my head in his direction.
"Attack?! Are you insane?! That's my girlfriend!"
"(If I remember correctly, you were dating Wynter, Angel of Ice. Not Kylma, a Demon.)"
"But she's Wynter! You saw it, she transformed right before our eyes!" I turned frantically towards Hermione. "Come on, she's your partner, Hermione! She's Wynter!" Hermione turned her head away, biting her lower lip.
"(We can't deny reality, Surge.)" the Eevee whispered. "(It's hurting me just as much as it's hurting you.)"
"Are we going to fight or what?" Kylma, I guess, asked. "I have many important things to do." I did nothing. My hands were wrapped around my daggers, but felt useless. Kylma yawned. "Oh, well, looks like I get first move." She raised her staff, and with a mighty swing, sent icicles flying at me. I tried to dodge as much as I could, wincing as some hit, feeling like daggers drenched in searing cold. A gust of wind picked me up and slammed me into the wall painfully.
"Wynter..." I said weakly, feeling not only physically drained, but also emotionally. I couldn't bring myself to attack her. I just couldn't.
"It's sad, really." 'Kylma' said. She raised her staff, and I rose along with the gesture. With a flick of her wrist, I slammed into another wall. "I could keep on attacking," another slam into the wall. "And attacking," another slam. "And attacking," this time I went through a door and out onto a balcony. "But you'll still think I'm Wynter."
"I know that you're Wynter." I growled. "I know she's still there!"
"Really?" 'Kylma' raised her arm again, and I rose with her, now dangling over the edge of the balcony. She came forward, and leaned in close to my face. "Get these words into your head. Reality's a bitch. Wynter. Is. Gone." And with that, she released her hold on me, letting me drop to my death below.
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Amy: MWAHAHAHA, A CLIFFHANGER! *blinks* What the...?*struggles around a bit* WHY AM I IN A BOX?!
Tori: YAYS! Devlin saved her!
Amy: LET ME OUTTA HERE!
Devlin: Do we have to?
Amy: YES! I HAVE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!
Tori: Well, if it's important...*opens the lid and Amy pops out*
Amy: Thank you. Now reviewers! I have a poll on my bio page! The poll will determine one of the three stories for me to write after this one is finished:
Glory Wings, a sequel to Angel Wings
The Jade and Onyx Arc, Part Two: The Exposed
The Adventure Saga: Lyras Johto Journey
I WILL ONLY ACCEPT POLL RESULTS. No review voting, sorry! Only if you're a guest. THAT IS THE ONE EXCEPTION. Otherwise, you must log in and vote for one of these three fabulous stories!
Devlin: Is that it?
Amy: No.
Tori: What's left? I'm pretty sure we covered everything.
Amy: You and Devlin are an official shipping!
Devlin: WHAT?!
Amy: Yes, it is true. DrawnThatWayshipping! That's the name and this is the reasoning: Both of you guys are the bad guys. You look the part and act the part for practically the whole story. Hence, the famous phrase: You're not all bad...
Tori and Devlin*groaning*: Well, I guess I'm just drawn that way.
Amy: Yep, yep! Happiness and love are in the air!
Devlin*blushing*: Can I send my hellhounds after her? PLEASE?
Amy47101 signing off! ^.^