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Nightmares
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Category:
S through Z › Sky High
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,920
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Sky High, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lost Battle
Warren half walked half stumbled down the street to his house. The closer he got the worse his headache got until he felt like he was going to pass out right there on the sidewalk. His vision was blurring but he made out the image of a car parked in his driveway, it was not his mother’s.
“I’ve been waiting for you Warren.” The voice was female, and seemed to come from both the figure before the car and his head.
He paled. He knew that voice, a memory from when he was a child, before his father had been imprisoned. She was his sidekick… a telepath… and a strong one at that.
“Come. We have things we need to talk about Warren.” She purred.
“I’m not going anywhere with you Claire. My mother banned you from being anywhere near us.” he growled, forcing the flames to burn across his hand, the effort causing his vision to go black for a moment. Run, his mind screamed. Run before you don’t have the strength to move.
“It wont take long darling. I just wanted to talk to you about your friend Will Stronghold.” She cooed. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you back in time for school.”
The world was going black, he knew he was moving, walking stiffly toward the car, but he couldn’t stop himself.
***
When Warren awoke he was seated in a high backed medal chair in an old warehouse that had once served as his father’s hideout. It was well kept, a sign that Claire had continued its use after his father’s incarceration. Moving to stand he found his wrists cuffed to the chair’s arms, he struggled desperately until he heard the soft laughter to his left. Turning his head he stared into the hazel eyes of his capture. “What do you want?” He spat, fire crawling up his arms in anger as his attempt at escape resumed.
“Your father is VERY disappointed in you.” Claire sighed, moving to stand in front of him, “becoming friends with the son of his enemies… tsk, tsk. He has informed me that I may do as I please to you, as he is disowning you as his son. Now you will be a tool in our efforts to destroy the Strongholds.”
“Never.” Warren growled, anger filling his eyes. “Let him disown me a hundred times over, I will never betray my friends.”
“You say that now, but when I am done with your mind…” She paused to look the teenage boy over, underneath the ripped jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket was the body of a man. “And you body, you will be under my control.
His body…? Had he heard her right, she could not possibly mean to rape him. “You’re crazy if you think you can use me. I can cover my entire body in flame, you’ll never be able to get close.”
She laughed again and ran her fingers through his hair before grabbing a fist full. “Oh I think I will have you, and once I have fully exposed you mind to my power I will have you begging to please me.”
He felt the pain in his head again, knew it was her, could feel her ripping at his thoughts and memories. Twisting and raping his mind as she saw fit. Tears stung the back of his eyes, his flame snuffing out as his struggled with the mental assault. “Stop it.”
“I’ve been waiting for you Warren.” The voice was female, and seemed to come from both the figure before the car and his head.
He paled. He knew that voice, a memory from when he was a child, before his father had been imprisoned. She was his sidekick… a telepath… and a strong one at that.
“Come. We have things we need to talk about Warren.” She purred.
“I’m not going anywhere with you Claire. My mother banned you from being anywhere near us.” he growled, forcing the flames to burn across his hand, the effort causing his vision to go black for a moment. Run, his mind screamed. Run before you don’t have the strength to move.
“It wont take long darling. I just wanted to talk to you about your friend Will Stronghold.” She cooed. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you back in time for school.”
The world was going black, he knew he was moving, walking stiffly toward the car, but he couldn’t stop himself.
***
When Warren awoke he was seated in a high backed medal chair in an old warehouse that had once served as his father’s hideout. It was well kept, a sign that Claire had continued its use after his father’s incarceration. Moving to stand he found his wrists cuffed to the chair’s arms, he struggled desperately until he heard the soft laughter to his left. Turning his head he stared into the hazel eyes of his capture. “What do you want?” He spat, fire crawling up his arms in anger as his attempt at escape resumed.
“Your father is VERY disappointed in you.” Claire sighed, moving to stand in front of him, “becoming friends with the son of his enemies… tsk, tsk. He has informed me that I may do as I please to you, as he is disowning you as his son. Now you will be a tool in our efforts to destroy the Strongholds.”
“Never.” Warren growled, anger filling his eyes. “Let him disown me a hundred times over, I will never betray my friends.”
“You say that now, but when I am done with your mind…” She paused to look the teenage boy over, underneath the ripped jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket was the body of a man. “And you body, you will be under my control.
His body…? Had he heard her right, she could not possibly mean to rape him. “You’re crazy if you think you can use me. I can cover my entire body in flame, you’ll never be able to get close.”
She laughed again and ran her fingers through his hair before grabbing a fist full. “Oh I think I will have you, and once I have fully exposed you mind to my power I will have you begging to please me.”
He felt the pain in his head again, knew it was her, could feel her ripping at his thoughts and memories. Twisting and raping his mind as she saw fit. Tears stung the back of his eyes, his flame snuffing out as his struggled with the mental assault. “Stop it.”