Fires of the Syren

by LatinSpaceAngel

Warren P./OC - Warren's music appreciation class has only one saving grace: Angelys. What's her secret? What's she hiding? And why does she need him and his abilities to help her? Will his flames will consume them both? R&R! Rated M for later chapters.

1. Prologue

A/N: This is my first Sky High fanfic, and my first fanfic in almost 3 years, so bear with me. If this story interests you please review! It feeds the muse.

Disclaimer: I certainly don't own any of the Sky High chars, but Angi (and a few other characters to come) do belong to me.

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Prologue:

Angelys Navarro bit her lip as she wandered into the empty classroom. Why was she here in the middle of the night? There had been a dream, a call in the middle of the night. She had been called by the name she never thought she would be called ever again. Her father had given her that name when she was born, when she almost shattered his super-sensitive ears.

"Syren... Little Syren..." the whisper took her out of her reverie. She frowned into the darkness. No one called her that anymore, not since her father went away. "Who's there?" she inquired into the darkness. A shadowy figure emerged from the space between the windows wherein light from the lamps outside the school building were shining through.

"Syren... Do you like your life? Do you know where your mother is? " Angi stiffened. What had he done to her mother? She stepped forward with a growl.

"What did you do with her? Who are you? Where's my mother?" she practically shouted at the darkness. There was a chuckle and the cocking of a gun. She stopped in her approach, her breaths heaving in and out of her chest.

"She is safe... for now. You do as your told and nothing will change. You defy me, and you will lose everything you have ever cared about. This is your first task. I will be in touch..."

The figure threw an envelope at her feet, then there was a hissing sound, and a thick scent started to fill the room. Angi quickly grabbed the envelope then turned to leave, barely opening the door, as she stumbled out into the hall. She staggered as the gas followed her into the hallway. Clutching the envelope she staggered to the nearest doors, pushing them open as she inhaled the crisp autumn air. Stumbling to the ground, she took in several breaths, clearing her mind before she stumbled back to her dorm.