Prologue.
"the girl who made all this possible, Gwen Grayson."
Gwen turned her head to the four behind her and shot us an innocent smile. As she walked by she squeezed my shoulder and then made her way through the sea of students to the stage. It would only be a matter of minutes now. I turned around to see my co-conspirers Penny was talking to herself and Lash as quietly conversing with Speed. I wondered if they were as nervous as I was. Naturally, we all had our reasons but I felt sick with anticipation, I was practically shaking.
I'm not normally as nervous and twitchy as I am now, but with the execution of our plans coming up in about four minutes I was getting pretty shaken. If this worked, well of course it would work. When it worked, well, I would never have to feel like this ever again that's for sure. I would have thirty sidekicks at my bidding. Anything and everything would be possible. The Maxville Metropolis would be my effing oyster.
I sighed, at least everyone else would get to be a part of the action, fighting and sealing the exits and what not but I would just go get comfortable in my little corner.
"...the Commander and JetstreamAnd to mark this occasion,we've planned a special tributeto the most powerful super-beingever to walk the halls of Sky High. Me!"
Showtime Baby.
We were already towards the back end of the gym. Lash, Speed, and Penny hurried out to seal the gates and I pranced my way over to a table in the corner humming maliciously, if one can do such a thing. I grabbed two cups full of spiked punch on the way and plopped myself in the seat. I opened up my clutch purse and took out a small prescription bottle. Inside were two pills that Gwen had made and then snuck out Medulla's lab. They were supposed to help me because they didn't really let me practice my powers at school, I mean I would have to practice on people and most don't like me toying with their emotions. So my range wouldn't be very long since there were so many people in the gym, I could pretty much only affect the people in the gym, even with the pills. I was also pretty limited in what I could do, it took more effort to calm people which is ha the original plan was. It would be too easy to haul away comatose babies, but I just did chaos and pandemonium better so we would settle for that. I'm like fucking Pandora, about to open my box of treasures.
Then it began.
I can't really tell you much about it because I was pretty high at the time, but I was gaining lucidity by the time the found me under the streamers and balloons in the dark corner of the gym. I was sitting in my black and burgundy dress all by lonesome sipping punch when the commander an jetstream walked up to me.
Jetstream placed a hand on the Commanders arm and approached me, I guess she thought I was just a shaken up student or something.
"Hello dear, are you alright?" she asked, and flashed me her best evil-ridding smile.
I played with my hands in my lap, "not really, no."
Jetstream took the seat to my right and placed her hand over my own an then spoke to me in a compassionate voice, "it's okay. Even the best of us get shaken up at times but the important thing is everyone is safe now. If you'd like to go home there are busses waiting now that everyone is de-pacified and you really shouldn't be in the gymnasium right now, we need to check for traps tonight."
"There won't be any."
"Won't be any what dear?" she asked, clearly puzzled.
"Traps." I replied in my best that-was-ridiculously-obvious-you-are-an-idiot voice.
She was startled by my response and turned to shoot her partner in heroics a significant look. The commander unfolded his arms and came over to the table.
"And how do you know that dear?" he questioned in a tight voice.
"Uh.. because I asked?"
"Asked who?"
"Gwen! I asked her. I mean I was on the bloody committee not that it would have mattered if I was or not because she could have installed the 'Royal Pain' signs by herself and in her effing sleep but I mean I didn't mind the putting in the time you know? Seriously," I leaned into the Jetstream and gestured with my hand, effectively spilling a half-empty glass of punch onto her lap, "I never wanted to say but that sign was the ugliest effing thing I have ever seen! I mean she's using the same design from like 19-whenever, but it's like old lady signage you know? I mean, I know she is an old lady but she looks like she's 18 right now, and she has to maintain that image." I paused. Had I just told them...
"Did I just tell you all that?" I covered my mouth with my hands, "oops! But I guess if you guys won and everything you would have gotten it out me eventually, but this is a waste of perfectly good time to practise my evil monologue!" I whined.
"Oh well, I don't even care because I am so happy right now. I took these great pills, and now I am like SO HIGH." And with that I burst into maniacal laughter. Looking back it definitely wasn't my most dignifying moment.
AN: Okay so that was effectively it. What do you think? Are you interested in a story from an OC villain's perspective of the fallout of homecoming? Are you interested in a story that is a noship - because I promise you this OC will have no romantic relationships with any character in this story.Also, this story will have swearing in it, frequently, would that be a problem? R&R please!