This story creeped into my head one day and wouldn't go away.

So, the prologue will be in first person, describing the character that I will be inserting and following in Sky High. I don't know how good it'll be, nor if I will continue in 1st person. Maybe 3rd.

This character is NOT in the film, so this could be considered as an AU. Actually, the kids ability would change the film a LOT. But I'll try to keep him out for now.

I do not own Sky High, that belongs to Disney.

Maybe Mike Mitchell? Does he count?

Re-edit; 02/03/2016

Good morning, or evening or night depending on where you are and what time it is for you, my name is Hector, Hector Snoke.

I will apologize in advance if I ramble on, I do not like talking and not needing to talk doesn't help the situation.

For those of you who are wondering about that tid-bit, I'll come back to it.

I am British, or, was born British and lived there for most of my life. I had to leave Britain and travel to America so that I could attend a High School for 'Super Hero's', insert sarcasm.

I had to travel to America for the High School because, well, they're the only one's to have created a High School dedicated to supers. 'Sky High'.

Imaginative, I know.

Especially as the High School floats... somewhere. In the clouds. Apparently.

Maybe they're so far up that there's no rain, which would feel weird. No rain, like, at all.

Other than that? I don't know anything about Sky High.

I've learned, through looking at the video's of supers, that sidekicks are treated somewhat poorly.

That lesson was proven correct when I did find a super and searched her mind carefully. She turned out to be a 'Side-Kick'

'Hero's' were the one's with 'helpful' powers, not necessarily nice people like the media portrays them. While 'Side-Kick's' were the one's with 'useless' powers that had little choice on what happens around them.

I immediately decided that I was going to be a 'Side-Kick', let's call it the 'Supporting the under-dog' thing. Of course, I couldn't really do anything that would be believable to the 'High School of superheros', like as if I was showing off to some commoners.

It's not my fault that there doesn't seem to be any mentally powered supers running around.

Which lead's me to the reason as to why I'm going in the first place, obviously I'm a super. But, my power is focused almost entirely on the mind.

For example, the most common thing I do, is read minds and emotions. Even change them subtly if I want to.

Most people wouldn't even notice I'm doing anything. HA, I've already defeated a super-'Villain' without combating him, or even making an appearance.

That sure left the local super-'Hero's and cop's scratching their heads. I mean, it's not often that a 'Villain' turns themselves in within minuets of starting a heist, before the 'Hero's or cop's even got there.

Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked.

As far as I can tell, I'm the only one who has mental powers. Which is slightly depressing and isolationistic of me, but it's somewhat true.

Anyway! Where was I? Oh, yea.

I first found out I was a super when I was 12. I found out by latching onto my parents brainwave patterns and 'nudging' them into one.

Needless to say, it was quite shocking to suddenly know what your parents are thinking, and they, you.

We grew closer together, when the shock wore off. How could we not? We knew what each of us thought about and just by thinking about it let the other two family members know that your thinking about them.

Ok... It's... really hard to put into words.

Once that was sorted, we went to America, Maxville, so that I could prepare myself for attending Sky High.

Most children would be upset that they were leaving somewhere they've always known and leaving for somewhere completely new.

Not me, I grew up quickly with both parents in my head and understood the reasons for leaving. Which is more than I could say for anyone else.

I've heard that a family split up over the choice, the twins being split between the mother that wanted to go and the farther who didn't.

Yikes, that was messy.

So, at aged 15, I met my first super-'Villain'.

The guy's name was so ridiculous that I accidentally made his second in command laugh when he said it.

After the 'small' fight between super-'Villain's, I was feeling comfortable enough to break into their minds with laughable ease and convince them to 'hand themselves over'...

Just before a 'Hero' and her 'Side-Kick' arrived. What luck.

The arrogant... person, thought it was just because she arrived that the 'Villains' gave up. The 'Side-Kick', on the other hand, was suspicious enough to search the crowd without grabbing any attention.

I made sure he couldn't see me, before mentally congratulating the supposed 'Side-Kick' for having more sense and less ego.

That's when I searched their mind and found out, well, everything I'd need for Sky High.

Something my parents were proud of. It was distracting, having both of them congratulating me before I'd even started on my thought.

...

I'm getting sidetracked again, aren't I?

Now, let me see, let me see. What have I missed?

Ohh, yea. Huh. Didn't think I'd forget that.

Sorry for prolonging it. So, here it is.

I am slightly taller than most kids that are my age, dark shaggy hair, prefer loose clothes and hoody over the tight clothes and sleeveless's everyone seems to like wearing here, deep green eyes that people can easily get lost in, like a forest, and my skin is a healthy shade of pink.

Overall, I don't know how to define myself. Odd? Wierd? Different?

And there goes my parents, telling me off for thinking negatively about myself.

Well, I think that settles it for now.

See ya next time!

I, I-I-I... I can't believe it happened. It just... they were there one second a-an-and, gone the next.

M-mm-my parents, just... gone.

I'm starting to feel really lonely, in my head, it's just so quite without anyone there, just a faint echo of memories and thoughts.

It's like a-a-a... wasteland, now.

I-I'm going to start crying any second now. I-I-I just know it.

I had been taking a nap in the local park, when it happened, fear and panic and dread rolling off my parents, through the mental link, into me.

And then... Nothing.

Cold and harsh nothingness. The type that claws at the inside of the brain and renders people terrified and insane.

I had immediately searched for anything that my parents remembered or thought or felt, batting aside anything that looked like it may distract me. Then I came across the last memory of my farther, shielding my mother against two supers in the closest city.

I think they were the Commander and... Iron Face?

I didn't dwell on it, not when the Commander threw the metallic 'Villain' above my parents, my dad looked up in time to see some debris falling. Before darkness clouded my senses and threw me back into myself.

The day had just got to the lowest point of my life, nothing was worse than two people that I'd always relied on slipping away from my mind. Replaced by terrifying silence that would drive anyone insane. But I was determined, not me, I will triumph.

I was just glad that I had time to grieve before going to High School, but I still think three weeks is not enough time.

People approached my house almost every day, giving me some form of consistency to my newly fractured life.

Some of them were from the orphanages. I mentally sent them away before they even got to the door, causing some of them to forget the reason why they approached or playing tricks on their minds, making them believe all sorts of things.

A few were people who just wanted to see how I was doing, when they heard about my parents deaths.

I was grateful, if not slightly upset. They were free to visit, in my mind. They meant no harm, and had my interest at heart. I believe.

There was nothing I could have regretted not telling my parents while they were alive, and I knew they had nothing to say to me that they may have wished.

No regrets, only the cold hole that's left in my life. Sadness, sure. Bitterness, I try not to, but I'm sure some escaped.

Perhaps the worst thing about the ordeal was that... Sky High didn't seem to know about the incident, nothing from them but a letter informing me when I was to be attending.

Or from anyone involved, either.

*Sigh*

Thank you for listening, whoever you are, I... I needed that.

One day left before I attend Sky High, I managed to get out the house and find a job that was... accommodating.

It'll keep me occupied in my spare time, and bring in something see ing as my parents couldn't do that now.

Yes, the Paper Lantern will do for now.

Err? That turned darker than I was prepared for, or planned.

No, seriously. I thought about the seemingly perfect world, where no-one dies, and just...

The second/third section happened, completely by accident.

A vote! I call a vote!

Shall I edit the deaths out and go with the original idea of having Hector with parents?

Or, and I personally prefer this one now, leave it as it is?

Adios, fella's... And ladies.

;-)