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A/N: Well, this is just a little one-shot on the musings of a certain Warren Peace. I think he's kind of a complicated character who may not always be what he seems. There's definitely alot of conflict going on with him, and this is my depiction of it.
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Sometimes
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Sometimes Warren wondered why he was training to become a hero. Sometimes he wondered how he could ever be anything else.
On the days when his mother couldn't get out of bed because the sorrow that weighed her down was just too heavy – on those days, he hated his father with everything he had. He wished that his absent parent would always be absent, that he would rot away in prison and never see the sunlight again. On those days, he prayed that he never turned out to be anything like his father. On those days, Baron Battle was the worst kind of man imaginable, and Warren could only speculate about why he had given up everything he had: a son, a wife, a family, for the supervillain's life.
But other times, when people stared and whispered and cowered away from him in the hallways, when teachers looked at him with pity and when everyone feared his name, Warren knew why. Baron Battle had given up everything he had for the chance at having every thing; for the chance at having the world. And really, what were a seventeen year old son and a high school sweetheart when compared to that?
Supervillains are never-ending. Heroes may the ones who are celebrated and loved, but it only takes one villain, just one villain to be better and then the heroes are gone. When Warren thought about the power that was within his grasp, if only he was brave enough to reach for it, he knew why his father had done the things he had done. The thought of having that power was seductive, was something that drew him in like a moth to the flame and it might have scared him a little bit, but it excited him a little more.
True, Warren had made strides this year down the hero's path, but he knew that the road to wickedness was still right beside him, just a few steps away and oh so alluring. Sometimes he looked at his new friends, the most unlikely group of people, and felt the overwhelming need to protect them. Sometimes he looked at Will, looked at Layla and Ethan and Magenta and Zach, at their perfect, happy lives, and wanted nothing more than to burn those dreams to ashes. Sometimes Warren knew exactly what he wanted in life, but most of the time, he had no idea what the hell he was doing.
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