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 Three

Kevin had decided on wearing long sleeves in order to hide the metallic band around his wrist. The cerulean shirt fit him like a glove and the long sleeves flared out passed his fingers when he wasn’t seated. The last thing he wanted was for the other students to find out that he couldn’t use his abilities. That was just asking to be at the mercy of teenagers who didn’t even know what the word mercy meant.

He made his way through the short breakfast line, mainly picking out fruits and a strawberry cereal bar. He wasn’t in the mood for any of the fried crap being offered. It reminded him too much of home and he wasn’t having any of it.

There was a table in the far corner of the cafeteria and that is where he chose to sit. It was well away from others and that was just fine with him. He didn’t want to have to deal with people and it didn’t look like anyone would ever want to choose to sit at the table anyway. It almost felt like a pissed mist enveloped the table, telling all who dared to walk near to just keep on walking with their annoying selves. This table would suit him just wonderfully.

He bit into his yellow apple, savoring the juicy crunch of sweetness as he chewed. He no longer went for the red ones. That would only cause people to call him Snow White all the more.

He saw a girl walking towards him and quickly put on his shields because she looked older. She was rather tall, had nice skin with a little too much makeup, and shoulder length brown hair. She was sort of pretty. Plus her skirt was way cute.

“Hi,” she said, standing across from him, looking all tall and super. He bet she was the kind of girl that could make horny boys swoon into testosterone driven fits. She was in for a rather rude surprise. He was immune to vagina. “My name is Gwen.”

He put his golden apple back down on his red tray. “I’m Kevin.”

“I know who you are,” she smiled a little malevolently, folding her slender arms across her chest. She leaned forwards across the table, making sure he got ample view of her twin mountains. “Tell me, what’s it feel like to have your power cut off from you?”

He narrowed his stormy eyes and she smirked at him before turning to walk away. She glanced over her shoulder, giving him a little wave with her hand. Just how the hell did she know that he was powerless at the moment? He had been so careful.

“If looks could kill,” a deep voice said. “That princess would be six feet under right now.”

It was Warren. He was dressed all in black again. The guy really needed to experiment with colors more. Black did look really good on him, but he just needed to flavor it up some. He needed to try some reds and yellows.

“Believe me,” Kevin said, picking his tasty apple back up. “I’d use lightning to blast her down another ten.”

The golden skinned teen gave him a crooked smirk, sitting down directly across from him. “This is my table, just so you know.”

“Is that so?” He asked, cocking a delicately shaped brow. “I didn’t see your signature scorch.”

Warren gave him a rather feral grin, knocking with his fist from under the table.

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“You really lost it yesterday in confinement,” Warren said, picking up a fried sausage with his plastic fork. He was speaking in a rather low voice. It almost felt like he didn’t want anyone to see him conversing with him. “Are you feeling better?”

Kevin carefully nodded his head, catching on. Warren had a dark reputation. He was feeling somewhat better. His plan was to pretend to be a good little student so his aunt would take this damn bracelet off his wrist, and the moment she does, he was so out of here. He was going to take that flying bus back down to solid ground and join a traveling circus.

“Well, would you look at what we have here?” A rather nasal voice said. “Hothead is actually talking to somebody.”

Kevin’s eyes widened, watching the plastic fork melt in Warren’s glowing hand.

“Do you want to say that to my face?” Warren asked, spinning around. Both of his muscular arms began to smoke. “Huh?”

“Calm down, Fire-Crotch,” the tall, skinny blond said from beside the smirking fat guy who was just a little taller. “You don’t want Principal Powers to lock you up again.”

Warren’s long hair began to billow like black smoke about his handsome face as he got to his booted feet. His glowing palms burst into flame, burning ever so bright. It reminded Kevin of the dream he had had last night. It almost took his breath away.

“What did you call me?”

“Oh dear,” the fat guy snickered, putting both palms to his chubby cheeks. “I think we’ve gone and made Lava-Balls mad at us.”

Warren took a step towards them. “Do you know what happens to rubber and fat when I get angry?”

“Are you threatening us?” The skinny guy asked, stretching out of shape.

The fat guy nodded his head, appearing on the other guy’s side in a blink. He could either teleport or he was really fast. That just pissed Kevin off. The guy was like his father.

“I really think he is, Lash.” That fat one said.

A few people were starting to gather around in order to watch the spectacle. Kevin felt like he was back in high school again. It never changed. Teens with powers are no different than those who don’t. Powers only made them even bigger bullies.

All he wanted to do was just eat his breakfast in peace. That was all he wanted. Was that asking for too much?

“Oh, Snow White,” the fat guy laughed, pointing at him. “I didn’t know it was you. Are you planning on tasting Fire-Boy’s magma when he gets you alone? Is that why you’re over here sitting with him?”

“Shut up!” Warren yelled. The fire spread up his arms.

Lookers backed up a step.

“Warren,” Kevin suddenly found himself warning, knowing exactly what these two jerks were trying to accomplish. They got off on picking at others. “Just let it go.”

“Yes, Warren,” the fat guy laughed. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do what your girly boyfriend says.”

In that tiny little moment, Kevin made a promise to himself. When he got this bracelet off, he was going to make the tub of lard scream and piss himself before killing him dead.

“Come on, Warren,” Kevin said, picking up his cereal bar, stuffing it into his bag. “You shouldn’t listen to these low level pricks. You’re above them.”

The crowd gasped.

“What the hell did you just say?” The skinny one asked.

“You heard me,” Kevin told them matter of fact. “The two of you are nothing but low level pricks. Warren and I are gods compared to you lowly worms.”

Their faces reddened. Ah, had he struck a sensitive cord on their warped little instruments? He knew their type. There powers were nothing, so they had to make others feel like nothing as well.

“I can cause hurricanes, tornadoes, blizzards, and all kinds of other elemental shit that can royally fuck up people’s lives if I choose to not outright take them.”

Oh, that was a good name. Royal Fuck.

More people gasped as other’s joined the circle. Apparently he wasn’t acting very Hero-like at all. He was talking like a villain.

“On the other hand,” he said, walking around the table to stand just a little in front of the fire god. “Warren can control the element which can destroy or create. He can burn down whole forests and cities or make a sword with his own two hands without ever needing a forge. He could probably live in the heart of a volcano without ever sweating. Hell, he could probably swim in it.”

He looked over his shoulder. Warren’s eyes were glazed with molten rage. His eyes reminded him of amber stones left in the sunlight.

“What can you two idiots do?” Kevin asked them, turning back. “Stretch out of shape and run really fast?” He threw up his hands, laughing. “Oh, I’m so impressed.”

A few people snickered.

“You’re nothing to me,” he said. “And you’re definitely nothing to Warren.”

The two bullies looked as if they were ready to spit and cry in rage.

“And since the two of you now know your new places on the totem pole I’ve just reestablished,” he said, turning away from them, feeling as if he were about to fall to his trembling knees. “You both really should run and duck whenever it thunders.”

“Are you threatening us, you girly looking little bitch?” The fat ass sneered angrily. His face was turning purple with fury. He looked as though he were starting to get a pimple on his nose.

Double doors suddenly swung open. It was his aunt. She was dressed all in black, looking like a businesswoman about to tear down a few multi-billon dollar empires. He was very glad to see her because the two teens looked as if they were ready to kill him.

“Is there a problem here?”

“I’ve just been making friends, Auntie,” he said, snatching hold of Warren’s leather bag, tossing it at him. “Warren is going to show me where my first class is for today. I can’t wait to learn how to be the best Super Hero I can be. I’ve discovered the pure bliss of helping people see their rightful places.”

Whispers followed.

“Rightful places?” Principal Powers asked, sending students fleeing with a glance. The two bullies included.

He nodded his head. They all belonged under his heel, licking it until he told them to stop.

“Just go to your classes and keep out of trouble,” his aunt said, turning on her heel.

He watched his aunt leave and turned around. Warren was glaring at him.

“What?”

“You just told two seniors off,” the taller guy said, talking really low. “Do you have any idea what they might do in order to get even?”

Kevin fought not to gulp. He hadn’t thought of that. It would be pretty hard to backup his threats with this bracelet on.

“Why didn’t you just blast them?” Warren asked, stepping up to him.

Kevin didn’t dare tell him the reason for some…reason. So, he told him something that was very true.

“I like hearing the sound of my own voice over thunder and screams of terror any day.”

“You need to watch your back,” Warren warned.

“Here,” Kevin said, handing him his schedule. “Show me the places I must suffer today.”

“Hmm,” Warren said, taking it, looking it over. “We have second and third together.”

“Cool,” Kevin said, following him down some steps.

“Do you want to eat outside for lunch?” Warren asked. For some odd reason, his voice sounded very timid.

Kevin nodded. “Sure.”

~*~

“Superman’s kryptonite dildo!” Gwen screamed, throwing apples at the both of them. “I told you two idiots to get him to join my team, not piss him the hell off and turn him against you!”

“We’re sorry!” Lash and Speed both cried, ducking and dodging her fruity wrath. “But you should have heard all the mean things he said and called us!”

“You’re an idiot, Lash!” She yelled, narrowing her eyes to venomous slits. “And you’re dumber than Joker’s face, Speed!”

“I’m sorry,” Lash said, stretching away from her fury.

“Me, too,” Speed cried, racing behind a large box of frozen fish.

“Why does this crap always have to happen to me?” She hissed like Catwoman finding someone else using her litter box.

“Bad help?” Seven voices asked all at once.

She spun around, looking at the pretty black girl. “You got that right, Penny. These two have really messed things up.”

“Not surprising,” Penny smirked, leering at them. “That’s what you get for recruiting those with their genitals on the outside.”

Both guys glared at her.

Gwen snorted. “I guess I’m just going to have to lure him into my web myself,” she said, running her manicured fingers through her hair. “And that pathetic little Stronghold who doesn’t even have any powers at all.”

“Hopefully Stronghold will never have any powers,” Penny said. “It would serve him right for what his father did to you.”

“Can we beat him up?” Lash asked. “I need to make myself feel good again. That icy little bitch is going to get it for saying those things.”

“Not until we get that lazar blaster thingy!” Penny snapped at them. “Do you two ever listen?”

“They don’t know how,” Gwen said, rolling her eyes. “They can’t hear anything over the stupid in their ears.”

Penny nodded.

The two guys just looked at each other, shrugging.

Kevin Masters would make a wonderful super weapon to have on my team. But, he’s very beautiful…almost too beautiful…

She spun around, looking at Penny. “Is he too beautiful to have on our team, Pen? I can’t have someone looking more awesome than me. I simply won’t have it.”

“It would be better to have him on our team than to have him form his own league of Super Villains, Royal,” she told her. “Plus, Masters was right. He and Peace have incredible powers. Just think of how powerful they’ll be when they’re of legal drinking age.”

Gwen cocked her head to the side. “Is he more beautiful than me?”

Penny looked away.

That was when the suit came on.

“PENNY!”

“I’m kidding,” the girl laughed, backing up a step from the super powered villainess. “Nobody is more beautiful than you, Royal Pain.”

Gwen’s nostrils flared. The girl was being sarcastic. Kevin Masters was more beautiful than her.

“Oh, I can’t stand it!” She cried out in a deep and distorted voice. “How can a male be more beautiful than I?”

Penny ran to join the other two behind the large box of frozen fish.

“Royal Pain won’t stand for this!” She yelled, stomping for the freezer door in really tall boots. “Royal Pain will smash!”

“Gwen!” Penny yelled, but it was too late.

A mountain of frozen food fell on all four of them


To Be Continued

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Flora.