This is my first shot at a shy high fic and I REALY hope you guys liek it...and if you don't, say so so I can dlete it. Happy reading! (I don't own Sky High or anything from it)
Ebony's Prologue
"Get out!"
Her mom's yell broke the not so silent spell of night in Ebony's ghetto of a neighborhood.
"But mom I-"
"Go fend for yourself! Your father always did!"
Her father. Ahh, even as she lay on her back, propped up on her elbows,watching the door to her own home slam shut and lock, she didn't feel angry at her mother.
How could she when she was the ongoing reminder of her father to all her brothers and sisters. And to her mother. To her cold angry drunk whore of a mom who shoved her daughter out with only the words, "Your father always did!" chasing her.
But even as she pulled herself up and picked up the back pack her mom had thrown after her she couldn't help but feel that familiar anger, that spite towards her mother and her father, the same hate her father had always had.
But then again, she was truly her father's daughter.
Her ripped up black jeans whipped in the breeze as she turned and walked towards the fairer end of town.
Ebony P. Hellfire.
The great daughter of the super villain Hellfire.
Walking alone, down a worn street, with her father black leather jacket as armor to protect herself from the cold.
And to hide herself from the rest of the world. Was it her fault se had powers? was it her FAULT she had HIS blood running in her veins?
She never chose this. But she didn't argue against it either.
In her mind not being loved by a family had taught her how to take care of herself...and how to dig through trash cans.
And even as she dove into the dumpster of the Paper Lantern in search of a half eaten meal she couldn't help but wonder if her dear old dad had gone through this as well.
"Hell!" she hissed as she cut her arm on some broken glass, but instantly her inky black blood ran over the wound and caught fire, as always the pain made her shut her eyes and wince, but then she looked down and saw the cut gone.
She also saw a half eaten slightly moldy egg roll.
She picked it up and took a bite of the digusting food, but she hadn't eaten in two days, and would need energy for tomorrow.
How would she get through a day at Sky High on an empty stomach?
She dug through her backpack a few minutes later, having recently thrown up her small egg roll dinner thanks to food poisoning, and took off her beat up old tennis shoes. She through them in the mostly empty bag with her other small worldly possessions and strapped on her roller blades.
She shrugged off her jacket when she reached to bus stop and loosened up the six or seven belts that went around her upper body clear to her stomach, loosening each a few notches.
She inhaled deeply as her wing-joints cracked and she put her jacket back on, laying down.
She had the strange feeling she'd need her rest for tomorrow.
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