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 Five

Kevin stood at the railing, watching the sea of white clouds roll by like ocean waves below him. They reminded him of fluffy cotton puffs when the sun would change their color from white to pink to crimson. He felt like a god looking down from Mount Olympus. If it hadn’t been for the band around his wrist, he could have commanded the clouds to dissipate, so he could actually see beyond them.

A warm breeze ruffled his dark locks and it smelled of wildflowers from the gardens. He loved being outside and feeling the warmth of the sun’s golden rays on his flesh. It didn’t matter how long he stood under the blazing sun, his flesh would never grow any darker than bleached bone. When one could hold lightning hotter than the very surface of the sun in hand, there was no fear of getting a nasty sunburn.

“You look lost,” Warren spoke from beside him. He met his warm amber eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

Kevin took a moment to take a little look around, making sure the two of them were alone. He then proceeded to show the handsome stud his metallic problem. He watched how those fiery eyes began to burn just a little smokier.

The larger teen gently took hold of his wrist, turning it over, peering closer at the cruel device. Warren narrowed his eyes and his brutal lips twitched a little. Kevin loved the warmth of his hands. They were so big.

“Of all the trouble I’ve caused,” he finally said, tapping it a few times with his index finger. “Principal Powers never once put one of these things on me.”

Kevin sighed, rolling his eyes. It was just like his aunt. One minor infraction and he was forced to wear a slave device.

“It is something new,” he told him, admiring his red highlights in his dark hair. “Do you think you could get it off me?”

Warren looked thoughtful and then slowly shook his head. He couldn’t take it off of him without injuring him in the process. Kevin had to work really hard to hide his disappointment. He didn’t want it to register on his face at all.

He then laughed when Warren suddenly began to snap at him for being helpless and standing up to two bullies without the use of his abilities. It made him smile. Warren was concerned for him and that warmed him right up.

“What if they jump you from behind?” Warren asked him. “Those two are fools, but they’re sneaky fools.”

Kevin considered his concern, but continued to smile. “I almost swept your ass, remember?”

Warren pursed his lips. “Almost being the keyword, of course.”

Kevin told him that he didn’t need to worry about him. He was a big boy. He could lace his own shoes and walk across a street without having to hold someone’s hand.

Warren chuckled lightly and Kevin proceeded to admire him. He watched him from within heavenly azure secrecy, studying the way his body moved and the way his muscles worked underneath all that sleek darkness he wore. He really liked Warren’s leather boots. They looked like something a character from a fantasy novel would wear.

A character from a fantasy novel? Now that was just comical. He was a fantasy character and his world was one big fucked up novel on crack. If he were to write a book about his life, nobody would believe most of the shit he’d been through. There was no way the great and moral Dasher could be a child abuser. Let’s all blame it on the lesbian. She is the evil one after all.

He shook his head and put his pale hands on the metal railing. Society is full of fools and idiots who can’t see beyond their own stupidity. He thought back on how his father had punished him for using his powers to hurt those who had hurt him. He had hated those children. His father cared more about their safety than his own son’s wellbeing. He still hated them. Sure, he might sound selfish, but fuck them. He didn’t know those whores. They could have died and he wouldn’t have batted a single, long eyelash. People will find any excuse to hurt someone in order to make themselves feel superior, more important, better even. People will always need each other to hate. Well, he was better than them all. He was superior and he should have been more important to his own goddamn father.

“Do you hate normal people?” He asked like a bolt flashing across the blue in his eyes. “People who have no powers…”

Warren looked at him. “Sometimes I do…”

Kevin pushed away from the railing and walked over to stand in the cool shade of a tall tree. He heard Warren’s footsteps following after him.

He sat down under the tree, resting his slender back against the thick trunk. He thought about telling Warren about his school experience, but quickly thought better of it. He didn’t want to tell him all about his fucked up life. It was too painful and he didn’t want to subject him to it. Plus, they had only just met yesterday. He still needed to makeup for the fiasco in the confinement chamber. He had really lost his head.

“Our kind,” Warren said, taking a seat on the other side of the tree, resting his broad back against the thick brown of the smooth trunk, “can be just as bad, even more so.”

Kevin had to agree with him. People with super powers and people without were all people. All are capable of terrible cruelty and malice. Most just like to hurt others, because the majority rules the land. One doesn’t want to be left out and risk being grouped with the prey.

“I really need to get this thing off me, War,” he said, pulling his knees up to chest, resting his chin on them. He began to rock back and forth, snickering as Warren told him not to call him that. “I find it kind of ironic that your last name is Peace.”

Warren was silent.

“I take it the name is your father’s.”

Warren told him that he was correct. He knew he had been. But, it was always nice to have confirmation.

“A deadly super villain with the last name Peace,” he said. “It almost seems like fate that he would go dark. A man named Peace blowing up a city.”

Warren remained quiet.

“Almost like this great country we’re floating above,” he smiled. “A country which promotes and stands for peace is bombing away and ravaging foreign powers as we speak.”

“You’re rambling, Stormy.”

“I know,” he said, putting his cool palms over his eyes. “A country of peace, freedom, and justice…”

It was all a lie. If there was justice, peace, and freedom, then this place wouldn’t be the stinking hellhole that it was. If this country was what it was supposed to be, some shining city upon the hill, then his mother would never have had to use her devastating powers of nature and go to prison. He blamed faulty government and useless religions.

He could still see his mom when she had warred with Washington.

“You puny little people think your whiny, prejudice, anti-feminist, homophobic god is someone to fear,” she had thundered, heralding in the months of storms and destruction. “You conditioned fools don’t even know the meaning of fear.”

He had seen her on the television, clothed in her power. She had floated above them all, crackling with lightning.

“I shall teach you fear,” she howled with the freezing winds. “This Goddess will damn you all!”

Every senator and congressman had to take public transportation in order to get home that darkening day. She had sent twister after twister through all the parking lots, destroying every vehicle in her sights.

“Do you miss your father?” He whispered, getting to his knees.

“Do you miss your mother?” Warren replied.

Kevin lowered his head, looking at the stones under his hands. “I do.”

“Sometimes,” Warren answered him. “I miss him sometimes.”

Kevin could instantly tell his was lying. Warren missed his father terribly. It was in the way he spoke.

“Puberty,” Warren said. “Mom was a nightmare.”

Kevin snorted in surprise.

“She made me watch videos,” he told him. “And read lots of books. There were lots and lots of naughty books.”

Kevin began to laugh. His own father was emotionally retarded. Puberty had been something not discussed. He had to secretly read books at the library.

“Safer sex,” Warren sighed. “She demonstrated what to do using a cucumber.”

Kevin pictured that and laughed.

“If you tell anyone,” Warren growled low in his throat. “I will burn you alive, Stormy.”

Kevin crawled around to kneel beside him. “Who am I going to tell? I only know you.”

Warren’s eyes glowed with a pale crimson light. “That’s sad.”

“Pot, kettle, black,” Kevin deadpanned.

Amber orbs flashed. White teeth appeared behind a small smile.

“Thanks for the lunch, War,” he said, rising to his feet. “Sorry for rambling about a bunch of nothing.”

“Where are you going?” Warren asked, getting to his own feet, towering over him. “Class doesn’t start for another twenty minutes.”

“I want to go walk through the greenhouse,” he told him. “My mom used to have one.”

He remembered all her beautiful hydrangeas. She had told him that they attracted rain.

He could smell the sweet scent of flowers on the warm wind. He used to hide amongst the flowers and his mom would come looking for him. She had always pretended not to know where he was and he would jump out and surprise her.

This place was bad for him. It was making him trip and stumble down Memory Lane. He was thinking more and more about his mommy.

“Hey,” Warren said, catching his flighty attention. “There is this really cool arcade I sometimes go to on the weekend. Would you like to checkout a few games with me sometime? Zombie War is fun.”

Kevin smiled. It was almost like the guy was asking him out on a date.

He nodded. “I’ll see if I can try and escape the dragon.”

Warren smirked. “Just let me know then.”

Kevin suddenly thought warren to look a little wolfish there for a tiny second. It had caused his heart to jump around like a cracked out bunny in his chest.

“I will,” he told him, beginning to walk away. He looked back over his shoulder. “Do try and not blow up shop class.”

Warren growled after him, telling him to shut up. Oh, yes. The stud was most definitely wolfish. He wondered what those teeth would feel like as they hungrily grazed along his milky skin.

~*~

Warren watched Kevin walk away from him and felt like he was on fire inside. He had actually managed to ask him out to have some fun.

It would have been too weird to ask him out to the Paper Lantern. That would have been a date.

He then smiled, because his plan was full proof. Playing videogames always made a person hungry. So, after they both got done saving the world from moldy zombies, he would ask him to the Paper Lantern. It was perfect.

But, he had heard a lot of bitterness and sadness in Kevin’s voice. He had clearly seen them both in his blue eyes.

They were both alike in a lot of ways. He could still feel the smaller teen struggling from under his larger frame. He had never seen someone so sacred and angry.

“I WILL BLOW YOU AWAY!”

Oh, he hoped so. He had never blown or been blown in that way before. He had blown a lot of times. There were scorch marks all over the place to prove it.

Kevin Masters was smart, funny, powerful, beautiful, and sarcastic as hell. He wanted to just give him lots and lots of flowers.

He suddenly blinked. Now he was being all mushy. He would give him scorched roses as a gag gift if the guy turned out to be like him when it came to fooling around in bed.

He still saw Kevin from that amazing dream. Kevin had looked like winter crowned in white flesh, with the moon in his blue eyes. The sand had turned to glass under their feet as the storm had shattered the roaring sky above their heads.

It has only been two days and he was already dreaming and fantasizing about Stormy. There was something there. He could smell the smoke and feel the sparks between them. He wanted to fan them into a monstrous firestorm.

His fingernails began to glow with a molten heat. He wanted to taste those lips that had subdued him in the dream. He had gotten so lost in that erotic kiss.

He quickly tossed his uneaten food away and quickly willed the lust in his pants back under control before walking back inside. He didn’t need to be late for class again.

~*~

Royal Pain had been watching it all from her computer monitor. The joystick only got stuck the twice. The smile which graced her pretty face would have sent Scarecrow running from the sight of such awesome terror.

It was clear that Masters had a lot of hate in him and Peace was clearly enchanted with him. She began to giggle. Recruiting the two of them might not be so hard after all.

“Gwen,” Penny said. “What are we going to do about Stronghold?”

“We’re going to befriend the loser,” she answered. “And when we have the device, I shall shred and can him like dolphins.”

An angry squeal had them both jump.

“Nobody touches the dolphins!” A loud voice roared.

“Clark Kent sucking deep-fried bull balls,” Royal Pain hissed. “Don’t do that, Drew!”

“Clark Kent?” Penny asked.

Royal Pain looked at her. “Don’t let those fake glasses fool you.”

Drew cursed at her in fluent dolphin. It was the kind of foul language that gave split ends split ends.

“And then I’ll finish with a Crayola brand crayon!” He finished in English. “And then we’ll see what tune it is you’ll be singing!”

Royal Pain just looked at the psycho. The guy was insane. It must be all the saltwater he breathed. If it wasn’t for his awesome powers, she would have locked him in a tanning bed, and left him to bake like a fish under the sun.

It took her several minutes to placate the fish prince. He was very tender when it came to dolphins. She should have known better. Fish are people, too and they should all try and coexist peacefully.

“The bell,” Gwen said, powering down, fixing her hair. “I can’t be late. Dr. Fritz is quizzing us on atomic-cellular booms.”

“And just what the hell is that?” Penny asked.

“Messy,” she answered. “It has something to do with the mouth and throat.”

Penny blinked, suddenly looking disgusted.

“Blow jobs?” Drew asked.

Gwen looked at him. “Oh, did you read Lex Luthor’s memoir, too?”

Drew nodded. “That guy’s bedroom life is like a fall off a mountain.”

Gwen nodded. “What do you think he means by when he said he penetrated Superman’s Fortress of Solitude and stole away with his crystal spear?”

Drew blushed. “Everything but the literal meaning.”

“I think so to,” she said, going through her purse. “Gum?”

To Be Continued.

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Flora.