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 Eight

Principal Powers had her only nephew take a seat on her nice leather sofa. A warm fire was burning from within the jaws of a large lion's gaping maw. Kevin had to admit, that was one stunning fireplace. It even had emeralds twice the size of his fists for gleaming green eyes. At least, he assumed the gemstones to be emeralds. There was no way they could just be painted glass. His aunt wasn't above showing off her enormous wealth, once behind her own closed doors, and they had been the largest closed doors he had ever seen. Darkest of mahogany, inlaid with ancient script in silver. His aunt had always been a sucker for deceased languages and other such oddities.

There were paintings all over what he assumed to be her study alone. Oil paintings of ancient gods. It was all done Grecian style, too. The one directly across from him caught his attention completely.

Fire burned all around the tall, majestic, muscular figure who he assumed was either Helios or Apollo. Eyes blazing as if they were amber jewels and hair billowing like waves of light and hottest of flame. The image behind that glossy glass frame was stunning to behold.

The oil painting made him think of Warren.

"Do you like it?" His aunt asked, taking a seat in the leather armchair nearest the warm glow from the stone lion's green eyes.

"Did you have it commissioned?" He asked instead, not looking at her with his swollen red eyes.

She shook her dark head. "I found it on a little island."

He didn't doubt that for a second. She probably robbed a buried temple and called it preserving the past.

"People like us were worshipped as gods back in those early times," she said, pouring him a cup of tea. The china glass looked beyond delicate. "The burying of Pompeii, the sinking of Atlantis. Nobody saw it as wrong then, because they just assumed it was the will of the gods."

The last thing he wanted right now was a lesson in mythical history, but he was sure many of the myths were more than true. Hell, he could summon forth a hurricane and have it kill everybody who was stupid enough to stay close enough to the shoreline. Who was to say that whoever had once called himself Poseidon hadn't tortured a man for ten years upon the ocean all for spurning his love?

He took a small glance over at his aunt, taking the teacup she offered him. It was made of glazed porcelain, painted with delicate, pink cherry blossoms. He bet the whole tea set had cost more than a whole years tuition. Well, luckily for him, the next three years were paid in full.

He sat back and took a small sip from the teacup. The tea was surprisingly sweet, not bitter at all. He had been expecting something bitter, like his tears.

"I am sorry," his aunt spoke again, putting her own teacup down on the table before them both. The round glass surface was upon the backs of three elephants, who were upon the back of a giant sea turtle. The attention to detail was exquisite. It caused his head to hurt. How could someone have so much patience? "I had no idea your father, my brother-in-law was such an abusive man."

Kevin was so startled by that admission, he almost dropped his teacup. He ever so carefully and ever so gently placed it down on the glass table, not looking at his aunt's face. He didn't want to risk seeing if there was a lie in her eyes.

"Nobody does," he heard himself whisper, still not looking over at her. "Still is…"

Instead of looking at her, he turned his face to the right, finding another oil painting on the wall. It was just as stunning as the God of Light and Flame, only the painting was larger.

That had to be Zeus as a youth. Slender and standing upon the face of a roaring storm, wielding lightning in his outstretched hand. The perfect fury in his flashing eyes looked as if it would cause the world to shatter into fragments. King of the gods. All powerful, locking the Titans away for all time.

"In three days, I will take that bracelet off your wrist," she spoke, catching his gaze this time. "But, there is a catch."

Another painting caught his eye. A beautiful woman, with eyes the color of a spring sky. He knew her for who she was. The owl on her shoulder completely gave her away. Pure wisdom from Zeus' cracked skull.

"I will try and behave myself," he told her.

"And you will promise to do well in all your studies," she said.

He nodded his head. Even though that was asking for a bit much, he would try and do his best. For some odd reason, he did feel a little lighter. The weight on his shoulders wasn't pressing down on him as much as it had been. Screaming and fussing at her had really gotten a little hate out of his system. Not much, for there was still several tons left, but a little weight had been lifted from him.

"Drink your tea," she told him, taking another sip of her own. "It isn't much good when cool."

He did as she told him. It was tasty, like a sprits of honey for his taste buds to revel in each time he took a sip.

"In four years, you will graduate from here," she went on. "It will be a month before your eighteenth birthday. If you like, you may stay with me until you turn. That way, you will never have to go back to your father."

He really did look at her this time.

"Plus," his aunt smiled. "Your mother might get a break…so to speak."

She was bribing him. He just knew she was.

"Can I visit her?" He asked.

His aunt cocked her head to the side. "I think I might be able to come up with something."

He was falling right into the palm of her hand. She had him right where she wanted him. She was playing him like a harp. But, she was the one with the power. He was a prisoner here. He couldn't leave without her permission.

The lightening was trapped within his body. He was cut off from the elements. He wanted to scream and destroy things.

"Warren and I will be going on a date soon," he told her matter of fact, keeping the venomous frost from showing up in his voice. "I would like a ticket down to this arcade he was talking about."

"I am certain our busboy will be more than happy to do that," Principal Powers answered. Her voice was a little cautious. "Does Warren know this is a date?"

Kevin beamed like a brilliant ray of sunshine. The storm was just beyond the glare.

"I don't think so, but it was his idea."

"I'll walk you back to your dorm," she said, rising to her feet. "Do your best tomorrow and I will consider this small request."

He followed her, looking at his reflection in the mirror he passed. The smile on his face could only be considered two things.

Wicked and deceptive.

OOOOO

"Oh, this is too perfect," Gwen grinned from ear to ear, playing with her pretty hair. "Tomorrow is the day we make our move."

"Say what?" Penny asked, looking up from her glossy magazine.

"During lunch," Gwen said, turning around in her swirly chair to face her minion. "We're going to start a fight between Peace and Stronghold."

Penny blinked. "I don't get it."

Gwen ignored her and kept rolling with it. "And we're going to make sure Masters is caught in the middle."

"Oh!" Penny said rather loudly, jumping up. "You're going to get them both to turn against that powerless little goody-goody."

Gwen nodded. "The more people who are against him, the easier it will for me to descend into his life and retrieve my Pacifier."

Penny clapped with joy. "This is going to be so entertaining."

"Now," Gwen said, spinning back around to face her computer screen. "Come help me falsify some documents. I want Masters to hate his aunt even more." She picked up a sound recording device and modernized it with a snap of her fingers. "How good are you with voice manipulations?"

Penny played with a pigtail. "With your help, I think I'd be pretty damn good."

Both girls giggled manically, planning their next pedicure and manicure session.

"Oh," Gwen said, nuts and bolts spinning around her head as if she was the center of their metallic galaxy. "I need for you to go call in the boys. They will be the ones to really get the show started at lunchtime."

Penny laughed and pulled out her cell phone.

OOOOO

Kevin was about to go take a shower when a sudden knock came at his door. It was probably Drew. The guy had told him he would be checking in on him every once and a while. Plus, he was the only other guy in the dorm as far as he knew.

He looked out the peephole, seeing that he was correct. It was Drew. His head just looked a little bigger. That was all.

He opened up the door.

"Hi," he said, smiling with the polite greeting he gave.

The taller teen beamed. He was holding what looked to be a bowl of something. It smelled tasty.

"I made you some pasta," Drew said, holding out the blue bowl for him to take. "I wasn't sure if you'd eaten today, so I made a little extra in the kitchen."

Kevin took the bowl with a polite thank you. It smelled so good and it looked even better.

"I'm going to be watching movies later," Drew said, smiling brightly. "If you get bored, you should stop in and hang out."

Kevin nodded. He was touched that someone three years older than him was actually wanting to be friends. "I might do that. Thanks."

Drew smiled even brighter before walking away. "Don't be a stranger," he called over his shoulder.

Kevin gave a small wave before closing his door. The noodles looked really good, but he wanted to take a shower first. He placed it inside his mini microwave and set out to do just that.

Perhaps he would stop in later and watch a movie or two with Drew. It wouldn't kill him to try and make a few friends while being stuck a million miles up in the sky.

TBC…

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~Flora