Elemental Breakdown

Elemental Breakdown

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High. It is the property of Disney. I’m not making any money by writing this either.

Summary: Will he choose to be a Superhero or the wickedest Super-Villain ever? A fiery young man can’t seem to keep his glowing amber eyes off the stunning freshman. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP

Prologue

Kevin Masters was fourteen years old, possessing the most delicate features of any other male in the whole freak school that floated upon high amidst the clouds. He was average height, slender, flawless and beautiful according to fashion magazines.

His flawless skin mirrored pale porcelain. It was unblemished, smooth and silky to the touch. He possessed hair that was long, dark, coiling like a nest of serpents from out of his head. His lashes were long and his lovely eyes were almond shaped. They were a startling shade of brilliant blue-topaz. His nose was straighter than a line drawn with a ruler and his cheekbones were so high, a person would have to pass up this modern day Olympus. His lips were full, sensual and pinker than cherry blossoms floating in a pool of warm blood. It was all this and his sharp chin that had everyone thinking him a girl at first and second glances. If someone ever looked at him a third time they either hated him instantly or were in love with him.

It was his first day at Sky High and his peers were already talking about him. Some of the boys were already calling him Snow White. That was totally original. He had never been called that before.

A lot of the girls were looking as though they already hated him. He could see the envy glowing green in their jealous eyes. Were teens really this insecure about themselves? They have powers for crying out loud.

But, these people really shouldn’t underestimate him because of his delicate physique. His voice is airy, richer than dark chocolate, and creamier than the yummiest of cream. Not to mention he could send a whore flying through a wall if he chose.

“Whoa, isn’t his mother Principal Powers’ evil twin sister?” A hushed female voice asked. “I hear they had to lock her up deep under ground.”

“Are you for real?” Another female voice asked. “What was her name again?”

“Stormwatch,” he said, turning around, glaring acid at them. “Her name is Stormwatch. She held all of Washington in the eye of her destructive storm for months until Congress finally consented to pass a law that would allow her to wed her lesbian lover with full rights and la de frigging da! They’ve still not found Lincoln’s head. She gets out next year due to her good weather.”

Both girls stood there, not moving. They looked like statues. It even looked as if they had stopped breathing. That made him even angrier. These people didn’t even know him and they were already making judgments about him because of who his mother was.

“Kevin!” A loud voice called, making him turn around with a slight start.

He nearly jumped out of his gorgeous flesh, seeing his aunt standing there all dressed up in black. She looked just like his mother, except for her hair. His mother would never wear her hair like that. She would wear it wild, flowing and free as the wind in which she manipulated.

“I leave you alone for a few minutes,” she said, shaking her head. “And you’re already picking a fight. What are you doing to Salt and Pepper?”

Salt and Pepper? He turned back to them. They were gone. Why in the world were they called Salt and Pepper? If it was what he was thinking, then that was just sad. Their parents should have been expelled from life.

“I didn’t do anything,” he told her. “They were asking about my mother, so I thought I would be kind and inform them correctly.”

She just looked at him, folding her arms across her chest. She really was doing her best to try and make him feel guilty. It wasn’t working. She might look like his mother, but she wasn’t her at all. There would have been lightning in his mom’s stormy eyes. Unlike Auntie, his Mommy Dearest wore her powers like a designer gown.

“You need to get to the gym,” she told him. “Coach Boomer is getting ready to begin orientation. Don’t disappoint your father.”

She turned her back and began walking away from him. He stood there in her retreating shadow, glaring down as it followed along after her.

Don’t disappoint your father? What did he care about that? He was never around anyway. He was far too busy saving people from the idiotic situations they put themselves in. He had even run out on his birthday just the other day without saying anything to him. Apparently someone was going to jump from a building because life just wasn’t fair. His father would rather save some mental than wish his own son a happy birthday. He hadn’t even known it was his birthday. There had been no cake, no card, now warm hug, nothing. An idiot had been more important.

His mom had actually gotten to call him from her underground cell. She had wished him a happy birthday, telling him how much she had missed holding him and brushing his hair. It had been almost seven years.

She was supposed to be evil and yet she remembered him. She remembered that he was her only son.

His dad was the good guy and he obviously couldn’t have cared less. His dad was all about the publicity and the fame. They didn’t call him The Zoomer for nothing. In the time it takes a person to blink, he was already a thousand miles away, zooming for a photo shoot.

Oh, he hated him.

“I see you’ve finally gotten your powers,” his father had said.

He had nodded his head, not looking at him.

“Well?” His father had asked him. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

He had looked down at his feet. “I’m…”

The sound of the slap had echoed as he stumbled sideways, holding his stinging cheek.

“I knew it would be like this,” his father had hissed through gritted teeth. “Not only do you look like her, but you’re obviously taking after her as well.”

He had held his cheek, fighting to keep the tears at bay. His father had struck him.

“You destroyed the gym at school!” His father had yelled, making him flinch away. “What if you had killed one of your classmates?”

“They were picking on me!” He had shouted back at him. Thunder had boomed in the sky. “They called me motherless! They called me really bad names! They called me a girl! I wanted to make them sorry!”

“You do not use your powers to hurt innocent people!” His father yelled.

“They’re not innocent!” He shouted. “They were hurting me! I enjoyed hurting them back! I made them scream and cry like they were making me everyday! It felt good!”

“That does it!” His dad had yelled, grabbing him by the arms, giving him a violent shaking. “I’m going to have your aunt deal with you. She knows how to keep your kind in line. You will either learn or you will be very sorry!”

His kind? It echoed in his mind. His own father had threatened him. Oh, his wife was a villain and a lesbian. Now his son was going to turn dark as well. Oh, what would the media think? Let’s all have a pity party for Zoomer and give him an award for godly patience. Only a true Superhero could deal with such a mess.

If his mother knew he had slapped him, she would probably kill him.

“How many times do I have to keep telling you not to play with that?” A loud voice asked from within the room he was passing by in a slight daze. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to be most sorry.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud bang filled his ears. Shrieks and yelps filled the hall, followed by a riot of laughter.

“I told you!” The voice boomed. “Now just look at your steaming, crispy hair!”

He kept on walking before something else happened. Now where was that gym again?

“This way, Will!” A girl’s voice called out. “I think the gym might be this way. We need to hurry. I hear Coach Boomer can be really nasty when he’s in a foul mood.”

He saw the girl and guy run around a corner, dashing around another. He took off after them like the wind. They were obviously just as lost as he was.

The two of them ran through the double doors that were just ahead of them and he did the same. A whistle suddenly blew and a loud voice caused his hair to blow wildly around his startling face.

“YOU THREE ARE LATE! WHAT IF THIS WAS THE REAL WORLD AND A BOMB WAS ABOUT TO GO OFF? WHAT IF A POOR KITTEN WAS ABOUT TO FALL FROM A TREE AND INTO THE MOUTH OF AN ANGRY DOG?”

“The bomb would explode and that poor kitten would more than likely be torn apart,” Kevin answered in a monotone voice.

Gasps filled the gym and the teacher’s eyes bugged from his head. His face got really red.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” He yelled, making him stumble back a step from the controlled force. If that voice wasn’t controlled, he’d have been thrown off his feet several meters. “ARE YOU TRYING FOR SOLITARY?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away. “I was only answering your questions.”

“WELL DON’T!” Coach boomer yelled, clearing his throat soon afterwards. His voice softened rather considerably. “Just for that, you will get to go last.”

Kevin looked down at the floor, narrowing his eyes. He did not like this man.

“I know who you are, boy,” the coach said. “And you will receive no special treatment from me.”

Like he had asked for it or even expected it. His dad and aunt would more than likely wish he never even existed. He was the mirror image of the one person they hated more than anything else. He was surprised his aunt hadn’t had any facial reconstructive surgery. Why in the world would she want to look like a lesbian?

“Now,” the coach said. “We’re going to see which of you will be future Heroes and future Sidekicks.”

A few students clapped and others just looked really nervous. Some even looked frightened.

Kevin watched as each student was called by name. Some poor guy named Ethan literally melted right before the coach’s stern gaze. He was clearly a Sidekick. A guy named Zack could glow in the dark. He was another future Sidekick. A young girl who looked like a Goth could transform into a guinea pig. She was obviously a Sidekick. Another guy could look like anybody and another girl could shoot beams of blinding light from her fingers. They would be future Heroes. The next guy could turn into a two ton rock monster. Now that was kind of cool.

“William Stronghold,” Coach Boomer read off.

Kevin looked back up. That was the boy he had followed in here.

“Um, Sir,” the boy said, stepping forward, looking really nervous. “I, uh, don’t have my powers yet.”

“SIDEKICK!” The man yelled.

The poor guy nearly fell on his butt. He actually felt pity for him.

“And you,” Coach Boomer said, pointing to the girl he had followed in as well. “Get up here and show me what you got, girlie.”

“I’d rather not,” the girl said. “I only use my powers when the situation calls for it.”

“This would be one of those situations,” the coach told her with a pleasant enough smile. His face instantly went dark. “NOW GET UP HERE!”

The girl shook her head.

“SIDEKICK!” Coach Boomer cried, making her hair bounce around her face. She looked like she was about to spit venom at him. That was what the next guy did to a wall. His acidic saliva ate right through the metal.

It was now Kevin’s turn.

“And as for you, Kevin Masters,” the older man said, pointing at him with his clipboard. “Why don’t you show us all what you got?”

He cocked his head to the side. He really didn’t like this man at all.

“Why don’t you lick my balls, Coach Boomer?”

Silence filled the gym. The kid named Ethan melted again.

Coach Boomer’s left eye twitched. “What did you say?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said as a strong wind began to whip through his hair, making each black strand billow around his moth white face like dancing serpents. The clouds floating by the many windows began to grow very dark. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed violet and pink from the corners of his molten glowing eyes. “I SAID!” He shouted, hurling a bolt of lightning right at the man’s clipboard that had the fates of all written upon it. “HOW ABOUT YOU LICK MY VELVETY BALLS, COACH BOOMER?”

The bolt struck the clipboard, sending it spiraling from his hand. It landed across the gym, scorched and smoking. The metal clip had been melted.

Kevin stumbled backwards a few steps, trembling with rage. Oh, he wanted to shatter all the windows, letting the storm inside.

“That was a very serious mistake,” Coach Boomer said in a scorned tone. “That was my favorite clipboard.”

A loud blast of thunder boomed, echoing.

“Hey!” The guy named William shouted, holding up his hands, walking towards him. “Calm down.”

/Calm down? Would you like for me to calm down, you powerless little bug? Would you like to see just how calm I can be? I’ll make you cry and scream for your Hero mommy and daddy./

“That will be quite enough, Kevin,” a very stern voice snapped, causing him to come back into the now. “You have proven what a great Hero you could be.”

“Or a Villain,” the girl who refused to use her powers said.

He could hear the whispers. A few were rather impressed. Others had been frightened.

“I want him in Solitary, Principal Powers,” Coach Boomer said. “That was my favorite clipboard.”

The darkness was slowly bleached from the clouds as he followed exactly five steps behind his aunt.

“This is just your first day here,” she said, shaking her head. “And you’re already being sent to Solitary. What do you suppose your father will have to say about this?”

He shrugged his slender shoulders. “Mom would be proud.”

“Don’t say that!” She hissed, spinning around on her pointed heels, glaring at him. Her eyes glowed with her suppressed powers. She was the principal for a reason. Like his mom, she was very powerful. “Don’t you dare try and be like her! She is an embarrassment to this family!”

“Why?” He asked her. “She was only fighting her oppressors.”

“She wasn’t fighting them,” she said, snorting with ire. “She was threatening a whole city of people with tornados and watermelon sized hail, Kevin.”

“She wanted liberation,” Kevin told her. “She was tired of seeing people like her being oppressed and spat upon by the majority because of marginal identities, Aunt.”

She just looked at him. “She went about it the wrong way.”

“Who says?” He asked her. “She has the power to make people change.”

“By force,” she told him.

“So,” he told her. “They were forcing her to condone and fit the rigid gender role they wanted her to take. A normal, white, heterosexual female who should always have dinner on the table by five in the evening for the beast she married.”

“You have so much to learn, Kevin,” she told him. “You do not use your powers to scare people into giving you what you want. It is wrong. Doesn’t your heart tell you that?”

He shook his head. “No. My heart tells me to take whatever I desire because I now have the power to do so.”

She turned and the door slid open before her. He followed her into the white room. There were a few desks scattered throughout. One desk was already occupied, but the occupants back was to him. The desk had been turned away from the door.

“Like I said,” she told him, having him to take a seat. “You have a lot to learn, my little black lamb. Do you truly want to be ostracized like your mother?”

He didn’t answer her.

“You are to stay in here and copy from the book under your desk,” she said, turning back for the door. “There is pencil and paper on the desk over there. When I come back, there had better be lead on paper, Kevin.”

He rolled his eyes without letting her see him do so.

“And don’t you dare roll your eyes at me,” she said, making him look. The door slid shut after her.

He closed his eyes, putting his head down on the desk. He wasn’t going to write anything. He wasn’t sorry for what he had done. That man was mean and he would never show him any respect.

Why the hell was he here? Could he run away?

He got to his feet, walking up to the sliding door. It wouldn’t open for him. He put his hands to it, pulling it in the way it had opened before.

The door suddenly sent a shock through his hands. He shrieked, stumbling backwards.

“DAMN YOU!” He screamed, lifting his hands. “I’LL BLAST YOU TO HELL!”

He stood there, breathing deeply. Nothing happened. Where the hell were his powers?

“You can’t use your powers in here,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind him. “The barrier completely neutralizes them.”

He turned around, seeing an extremely handsome guy looking at him with intense brown eyes. He looked to be just a little older than he was.

He spun back around, kicking the door with his feet. “LET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU CAN’T KEEP ME HERE!”

The door wasn’t listening. Nobody was listening to him.

“It is useless,” the guy said. “You might as well just sit down before you really make the system mad at you.”

He stepped back from the door, fighting to catch his breath. That was when he realized there were no windows in the room. His breathing was beginning to increase.

“Are you okay?” The brown eyed guy asked, getting to his booted feet. He was tall and very muscular. He must workout a lot.

“I don’t like being in enclosed spaces,” he whispered, looking around, fighting to stay calm.

“What are you in for?” The guy asked him, stepping towards him.

“I made a storm,” he said, running his shapely hands through his long locks. “And I melted some idiot’s stupid clipboard.”

“It was you who made that storm?” The guy asked. His voice was soothing when he spoke.

He nodded. “That’s what I said. And I told the asshole he could lick my balls.”

The older teen gave him a lopsided grin.

“What’s your name?” He asked, leaning back against the wall.

“Warren,” he said. “Warren Peace.”

“Kevin,” he told him. “What are you in for?” He asked, sliding down the wall to sit on his butt, hugging his knees.”

“Setting fire in shop class,” Warren said, holding up his bandaged finger. “I cut my finger and sort of lost it.”

Kevin laughed. This guy was obviously a loner. His body language screamed for people to stay the hell away from him. He clearly had a very explosive personality.

“Are you only speaking to me in order to keep me from freaking out?”

Warren nodded. “You’re very loud.”

Those brown eyes looked as if they had wanted to say something different.

“You have no idea,” he told him, lowering his head, closing his eyes. He just focused on trying to breathe normally.

“You look a little like Principal Powers,” Warren said. “Are you related to her?”

“Yes,” Kevin answered. “She is my mother’s twin sister.”

“Your mother is Stormwatch?” He asked, sounding a little impressed.

Kevin opened one eye, seeing the guy’s large feet. He looked up those long, muscular legs that were covered in black leather. He could smell a hard six pack and bitable pecks under that skintight shirt.

Warren had his powerful looking arms folded, which showed off his crimson tattoos on his wrists. They looked like burning flames. They looked really cool.

“Yes,” he told him. “And I think your tattoos are really cool.”

“They’re not cool,” the tall guy deadpanned and then gave that crooked smirk. “They’re hot.”

“Could you sit down with me?” Kevin asked him as politely and calmly as he could. “That way this room will look bigger.”

Warren cocked his head to the side, making his hair fall across one of his eyes. He nodded his head, crouching down. His movement was fluid. It reminded him of a graceful feline. He noticed that his hair even had some red streaks in it.

“Better?” Warren asked.

He nodded his head a little. “Thanks.”

The two of them sat like that for sometime.

“So,” Warren said. “What is it like having the same powers as your mother?”

Kevin got what he really meant. He was really asking what it was like to have a Super-Villain for a mother.

“What’s it like having a Super-Villain for a father?” He asked him instead of answering.

He noticed how those eyes weren’t really brown. Now that they were closer to each other, they looked to be amber in the light.

“I wouldn’t know,” Warren answered. “He was taken away when I was younger.”

“Same here, War.”

“Warren,” the amber eyed guy corrected. “I hate nicknames.”

“I like War better,” he said, dropping his head back down, closing his eyes. “I’m sure you could start a few and win them all.”

There was silence for sometime.

“I think your mother is cool.”

Kevin smiled. “Thank you.”

“How’re you feeling?” Warren asked.

“When I was little,” Kevin said, looking at the white floor. “Mom would make it snow just around our house so we could make snow angels together. She told me that when I got older she would take me flying with her through the sky like angels do. I dream of flying, being free.”

The floor began to look a little funny to him.

Why was he talking like this? He didn’t know this guy. He just wanted to get the hell out of that room.

“My dad went dark,” Warren told him. “And my mom’s been trying to kill him ever since.”

Kevin heard him laugh. Why did he laugh? Was it funny?

“Why?” He asked him.

“Because she had wanted to go dark first and he beat her to it,” he said. “He stole all of her secret plans, taking all the credit for them.”

Kevin blinked.

“My family is really messed up, Stormy.”

Stormy? Now, that name is what’s really messed up.

“I really need to get out of here,” he whispered, hiding his face in his arms.

“What?” Warren asked. “Is it getting worse?”

He kept his eyes closed and hidden. If he didn’t look, then he wouldn’t see the white walls moving in on him. He wouldn’t see them moving in to crush him the breath from his body.

“You look just like her!” He could hear his dad yelling. “Get in that closet! Get in there!”

It had been so small and dark. The darkness had moved in, trying to get him. He had screamed and cried, begging to be let out.

“I think your mom is a Hero.”

/You do? Why do you think that?/

“Why?” He managed to ask, taking another deep breath, keeping his eyes shut. He just needed to focus on breathing and he’d be fine.

/When I get out of here…/

“She was strong,” Warren said. “She stood up for people who didn’t have voices and for those who were persecuted for being different.”

Kevin smiled. That was his mom. She was punished for using her powers to fight for Gay Rights. The storm was coming. The people were coming for their rights. Well, she had gotten her way until…

“I thought I told the two of you to be copying from a book?” A voice asked over some speakers, making Kevin look up at the ceiling.

That had been a most unfortunate mistake. The ceiling was falling and the walls were moving in.

He grabbed two handfuls of his long hair and screamed, falling over onto his side, curling up into the fetal position.

“STOP!” He screamed, trembling in terror. “MAKE IT STOP!”

“Warren!” Principal Powers shouted over the com. “Restrain him from hurting himself and you!”

“NO!” Kevin shouted, as the bigger teen suddenly straddled his waist, pinning his wrists over his head. He kicked his legs, bucking wildly from under him. “LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” He threw his head back and screamed. “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT OF HERE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU ALL!”

“You’re all right,” Warren said, struggling with him. “Nothing is happening to you.”

“THEY’RE GOING TO CRUSH ME!” He cried. His eyes were wide and tears were streaming from them. “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“Nothing is going to crush you,” Warren said. “Just breathe.”

“I CAN’T BREATHE!” He shrieked, kicking even harder, fighting to pull his wrists free. He cried out in pain. “MOMMY!”

“Look at me!” Warren yelled over his wild cries. “Look at me!”

“LET ME GO!” Kevin screamed again, bucking even harder. “YOU’RE CRUSHING ME!”

“Hold him down, Warren,” he heard his aunt say. He looked. She was right beside him. She had what appeared to be a needle in her hand.

“SHE’S GOING TO KILL ME!” He screamed, fighting to get away. “YOU WANT ME DEAD!” He looked into Warren’s amber eyes, pleading. “DON’T LET HER KILL ME!”

“Hold still, Kevin,” his aunt hissed. “I’m not going to kill you, you silly boy. I’m just trying to keep you from scratching all your skin off and killing a bunch of people.”

“YOU BITCH!” He cried, screaming as he felt the needle prick his arm. It stung him. It stung terribly. It felt like a swarm of wasps swimming around in his veins. “I’LL TEAR YOUR FACE OFF! I’LL TEACH YOU TO TRY AND LOOK LIKE MY MOTHER! LET ME GO!”

“Is this going to make him be quiet?” He head Warren ask. He hissed and snapped at the stronger teen with his teeth. “He’s so loud.”

Once again, he knew he was longing to say something else. He just wasn’t in the frame of mind to guess what.

“I’ll drown you,” he whimpered, feeling the drugs in his veins making him feel strange and woozy. “I’ll blow you away.”

“You silly boy,” his aunt said. “Why didn’t you tell me you were claustrophobic?”

He stopped struggling and just stared into those amber eyes.

“I’ll freeze you,” he hissed, trying to move his head to bite him, realizing he couldn’t control his limbs at all. He felt like a limp noodle. He panted, trying to turn his head to the side. “I’ll fry y’all like mama did that annoyin’ rooster next door.”

His twang was rearing its southern little bell.

“I like you,” Warren smiled with perfect white teeth. “I think we are going to get along just fine.”

He closed his eyes, feeling a warm hand gently caress his tear stained cheek. It was his aunt’s hand. Warren was still holding him at bay.

He was drifting. He felt like he was floating.

“Will you carry him for me, Warren?” He heard his aunt ask. Her voice was so distant. Hadn’t she been right beside him?

“Yes,” Warren said. His voice was just as far away as hers.

He felt himself floating higher now.

“I can only imagine what might have happened had he been in any other room that this one,” she echoed as if from across a vast ocean.

He heard Warren’s voice, but the guy might as well have been standing on the moon. He couldn’t make out a word of it.

He could smell something. It smelled light and of citrus. Was it cologne? It smelled really good.

“I’m gonna getcha,” he mumbled, fighting to stay conscious. “I’m gonna get y’all and your little Sidekicks, too.”


To Be Continued

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