Greetings all!
I couldn't put it off any longer. I've been wrestling with this story idea for eight months now and I've finally given in. My other Sky High fic is going to be discontinued because the storyline in it is parallel to this one...but I like this one better.
Yes this story focuses around Warren Peace and an OC female character and no this is not a relationship story...well not in the way you would think. I don't know about you but something tells me that Warren and Morgan would never hook up in that way. You'll see what I mean in a minute.
I'm trying something new with this piece and I don't know whether or not it'll fly or plummet like a stone. It's not your typical superhero action/commotion bit. All I know is that if I don't get this piece written Morgan is liable to come out of the realm of my mind and chase me from here to doomsday. And she'd do it to.
So think more along the lines of Spiderman instead of Superman. More internal struggle than fist meets face.
Sidenote: This is the revised edition of the prologue.
Happy reading!
The thing about superheroes that sets us apart from everyone else is the fact that we are expected to live forever. No one can live forever. But to the average person heroes just don't seem to go anywhere. We're always there, timeless, and with greater expectations put on our shoulders than most people realize. The good guys are always there to beat the bad guys and no matter what happens, we always seem to make it out alive in order to fight the good fight another day.
That's what people thought four thousand years ago and that's what people think today. Heroes live forever.
We don't.
Last night my partner died.
She did it to save me, again.
When I was younger, I honestly thought that nothing in the world could stop me from doing what I wanted to do. Sure, I had my problems just like everyone else and I'll be the first to admit that the fact that I had more attitude than most of the human population combined never helped matters, but would you expect anything less from a teenager?
Didn't think so.
I'll be honest with you. I usually don't do this kind of thing. I'm not much of a people person, never was and never will be, and I am defiantly not a storyteller. I just thought that I'd let you know.
Why am I doing this then? Well, it's simple. I don't have much of a choice. It's not everyday that someone walks into your life out of the blue and gives you a swift kick to the head in order to knock some sense into you. I still have the mark to prove it.
When I was eighteen, I couldn't have cared less about anything. But now that I'm thirty-five and have experienced what I'm about to tell you first hand, I finally see what I never thought I could.
And all because of a horse.
Yeah, a horse.
Relax, this isn't Seabiscuit. I never would have thought that I'd end up getting a reality check by a horse either, but it happened. Don't ask me how, I still don't know. But if it hadn't been for her, someone who was more horse than human, I probably wouldn't have turned out to be the person I am and I defiantly wouldn't be here right now telling you this.
Her name was Morgan Nelson. I called her Horse. She called me Pinhead. But to the world, she was Heart of Gold.
And she was, she really was.