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

Chapter Two


I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
His shadows play in the shape of this man’s desire

--Sting (I just changed some words here and there to suit me)

Kevin finished drying his hair and sat down on his new bed, giving a long sigh, looking at the annoying band around his wrist. He tried summoning a cool breeze to stir his long strands of silky darkness, but the blue light flashed red, canceling out his ability to do so.

He would have snarled, but that would be useless and a waste of energy he didn’t feel like wasting right now. He just sat there in utter silence, looking at all the bags and boxes that cluttered his new room.

Had his father completely banished him from his home entirely? He had gone through a couple boxes, finding his shirts, shoes, pants, shorts, sweaters and belts. The man must have emptied out his entire closet and dresser completely. One large box had been nothing but his underwear, sox and boxers.

It was going to be such a pain having to put all this stuff away. The closet didn’t have any hangers in it. Perhaps one of the other boxes was containing them. He hoped so. He didn’t want to spend the rest of his time here, living out of boxes.

That was when he realized something strange. Was he the only person in this small dorm? He hadn’t even asked his aunt about that. How could it have slipped his mind? Oh, he had been pissed the hell off and unconscious for the entire day. That’s why! Nobody had complained about the loud music and him singing to his heart’s content in the shower. He had to be alone.

That didn’t sit right with him at all. His aunt had left him all alone? She had left him here without his powers. She couldn’t have, could she?

Was the painted whore testing him? Was she watching him right now, while eating chocolate coated pomegranate seeds?

Oh, chocolate coated pomegranate seeds were so damn tasty. His mouth began to water just thinking about the yummy goodness. Why the hell did he have to go and think about all that yummy that could be in his tummy when he was miles above any market with no way down besides jumping?

He got back up, going down on both knees, opening up another box. Going through things would get his mind off candy. He pulled back the tape, opened the flaps, finding all the wooden hangers he would ever need. He lifted the box, dumping all the hangers out on the bed, proceeding to hang articles of clothing in the rather spacious closet. A sudden wave of depression struck him like a blow.

His Super Villainess lesbian mother was in lockup and his Super Hero homophobic father had banished him completely. The evidence was all boxed up before him. His eyes began to sting. His father no longer…his father had never loved him and his mother had gotten too caught up in her own life to even consider his own wellbeing.

He was about to hang up a cerulean blue shirt, when he discovered that he had hung it on a wire hanger. His left eye twitched and the band around his wrist flashed crimson.

“Mother fucker!” He screamed, tearing the thin material off, looking at the metallic monster. He could still feel the multiple stings across his backside where his father had continuously struck him with one for daring to look like his mother. “I’ll make you shoot lightning out your ass for this! You put this in here on purpose, you sick fuck!”

He hurled the hanger across the room, screaming as he kicked boxes all over the place. That fucking prick had put that in there on purpose.

“Are you enjoying this?” He yelled, looking around for signs of a hidden camera with tear filled eyes. “Are you?”

He fell to his knees, looking up at the ceiling, letting the tears stream down his bone white cheeks. He hissed and began to pull on the metal band.

“Get off me!” He cried, pulling on it even harder.

A shock went through his entire body, knocking him flat on his back with a loud thud, causing him to gasp for the breath that had been knocked from his lungs. He could see the twinkling stars looking in on him through the window.

It took him several moments before he could even twitch his toes. The bitch really was trying to control him. Oh, he hated her even more.

He jumped, turning his head over with some effort when a knock came at his door.

“Yo, Kevin,” a voice called. “Are you in?”

He tried to sit up, failing miserably at it. The bracelet had obviously been designed with the intention to knock him on his ass and keep him on it for quite some time. It would give whoever had pissed him off the time to run away or a convenient opportunity to kill him.

“Kevin?” The guy’s voice asked again.

“The doors unlocked!” He shouted, rolling his eyes at how badly his sad existence sucked hail balls. “I’ve fallen and can’t get up!”

The door slid open and a good looking blond stepped in, looking down at him in concern. Kevin gazed up at him with pure scorn in his molten blues.

“Are you all right?” The giant asked, helping him up. He just sagged in his arms like a helpless child.

“Stupid bracelet,” he hissed under his breath. He hated being helpless.

The guy chuckled, helping him onto the bed. “You tried to take it off, huh?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t you?” Kevin asked.

The blond shrugged. His eyes were really green. They reminded him of the ocean.

The guy’s name was Drew and he could swim faster than a boat could zoom-zoom. He could also breathe underwater and speak fluent dolphin.

“I’m a senior this year,” he smiled with rather sharp canines. “And I live here in the dorm. I guess you could say I’m also the R.A. I’ve never had to be the R.A. until now because I’ve always been alone here. I’ve never had to R.A. anybody.”

Kevin fought not to snort. The guy was a talker. “And here I thought you might have a palace under the sea.”

“Oh,” Drew smiled, nodding his head. “It is under construction as we speak. I’m having it modeled after Cinderella’s palace.” Those green eyes widened just a little bit. “Are you all right now?”

He could move his arms now, so that was some progress he supposed. “Yes. Thank you for your help.”

Drew grinned. His skin was more radiant that a pearl and smoother than glass. But, when the light hit him at a certain angle, he shimmered with green scales.

“I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing,” he said, getting to his feet. “My room is the last one down the hall on the left. Knock anytime if you need anything or just want to talk.”

“Thank you,” Kevin said. The guy was like a flood. He should know. He’d caused a few.

Drew nodded again and Kevin took him in. He was tall and definitely had a swimmer’s build. He was a fine male specimen. He noticed how his golden hair was really long and hanging down his broad back in a braided ponytail, dangling just below his butt. He could only imagine what it would like when it was splayed out under the sun.

“Goodnight,” Drew waved from the door.

Kevin waved back as the door slid shut. He looked at the band around his wrist, cursing his aunt with deep wrinkles and liver spots. Perhaps he could somehow talk Warren into burning it off without marring his alabaster flesh.

Hmm, the men are so nice here.

~*~

Warren had made close to fifty dollars in tips as he finished wiping down the tables. The Paper Lantern was now closed for the night and nobody had mysteriously gotten their tires melted tonight.

“Go home now,” Aunt Jade said, walking up. “You got school.”

He nodded his head. This was her way of apologizing for mercilessly hounding him. He was a clutz and shied from people, but she was helping him.

“Check,” she said, handing him a white envelope. “You hard worker. Good boy.”

He took it from her delicate hand, telling them all goodnight before heading home. He was tired and really wanted a shower. He now had another check to go towards the car he wanted to buy and tips to play around with. Well, at least the bike contributed to keeping him in good shape.

His mother had been right. This job was good for him, not that he would ever say that to her. He had an image to maintain.

There was a note on the fridge for him when he got home.

Hello Baby,

I just wanted to let you know that your papa has gone and broken out of confinement (again). Now don’t you worry your sweet little head about nothing now, you hear? I’m only going to smash him just a little and break him just a bit. The first blow might even kill him deader than dead, if he’s lucky, sweetheart. There is chicken in the oven and fries on the stove. Mama’s big boy has to eat. Don’t stay up too late now. You have school tomorrow.

Mama loves her little pyromaniac. Oh, yes she does! Hugs and kisses!

He just stood there, taking the note down, burning it to ash in his hand. The two of them were always doing this. He could still see that video on the news. His mom had been trying to strangle his dad with her bra and his dad had been trying to strangle her with his jockstrap. The whole thing had to be censored to the utmost extreme in order to be viewed by the general audience (thank god). Words were bleeped and images were blurred. Well, actually, the whole damn thing had been one long bleep and blur.

He walked up the steps, kicking his boots off in his room. He had left his television on again. A werewolf was chasing an 80’s looking girl through a misty forest and zombies were doing the Moonwalk. Nobody will ever be able to top Thriller. They can mimic it all they want to, but nothing will be better than the original genius.

He stood in the shower, wondering if Kevin was okay. He wondered if they would have any classes together. Surely they would. He could still feel him squirming and struggling under him.

He washed the citrus smelling soap from his tan flesh, looking down at the orange suds swirling around his large feet. He closed his amber eyes, letting the hot water rain down on him.

He did know one thing. This was going to be a very different school year. That was for sure. He could already smell the difficulty.

He kept his mind focused. It was too early to get hard over something that might not ever happen. The last thing he wanted to do was fall, having nothing to catch him again.

He had learned his lesson the first time. This would have to be taken nice and slow. He would not rush like a blazing forest fire into something complicated as “friendship” again.

He would study this time. He always learned from his mistakes (for the most part).

Kevin Masters was a maelstrom.

He dried off, slipped on some clean boxers, brushed his pearly whites, and passed out on his pillow, dead to the world.

~*~

He could see fire as he walked across the desert sand. Rolling dunes were traveling like ocean waves all around him.

Dark clouds billowed and thunder echoed from high above as he walked towards the burning flame. Lightning flashed, illuminating the desolate darkness before him.

The flame was getting closer. It was as though it were moving towards him as he moved towards it.

The closer he got, the more the flame took the shape of a human. It was dancing.

He stood there with bolts of sun hot lightning flashing all around him and a man made of living flame stood before him. His smooth flesh was more luminous than the core of a volcano and his hair was like radiant sunbeams. He gazed into those brilliant amber stars that glowed at him from such a handsome face.

A small drop of rain kissed his cheek.

“Warren?”

Living fire reached out with a large hand, holding it for him to take hold of. He looked at that fiery hand, feeling the tremendous heat from it. Did he dare to take hold of it?

He slowly reached out with his own hand. His flesh was glowing like a silver star. His nails were long and shimmered like moonlight on the surface of frozen water.

Those blazing orange lips smirked and that large hand closed over his, pulling him into an embrace that felt like a blazing furnace. Molten hot lips crushed against his own, making him tremble and lose all sense of self. He was melting into him.

Thunder boomed and a hard rain began to fall. Lightning struck and the sand beneath their naked feet began turning into glass.

~*~

Kevin and Warren both sat up in their beds, gasping for breath. Kevin was soaked with sweat and Warren had a thin layer of frost coating him and his bed. They both looked down, seeing that they had made rather creamy messes in the fronts of their sleeping attire.

Both moaned, getting up to change.

To Be Continued

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Flora.