Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Sky High. It's quite depressing actually.
Author's Note: Thank you Disney Channel, for giving me a new story idea. And this is the prologue, Lash's pre-Sky High life.
Confessions of a Potential Supervillain
The Story of Lash Sandvig
Prologue
I got my powers when I was six years old. I never forgot how proud my dad was. Of course, it probably would have been better if I had started to use them a little differently. When I found out that I could stretch every part of my body, I used it to torture my sister. Yeah, I was sweet, even back then.
I should probably explain, I'm Lash Sandvig. And I'm a hero at Sky High, although hero isn't really my style. I get my joy from torturing sidekicks, hero support, whatever. If they aren't in the hero class, they're probably my prey. Oh, and my power? I can stretch. It's really great for when you need to trip someone, or want to annoy someone from far away.
But hey, I'm not a sidekick. This was great for me. But back to when I first got my powers, my sister hated me instantly when I got them. She was ten, and hadn't gotten hers yet. Yeah, I started bullying her, even though I was four years younger than her. I had thrown her into pools, trees, walls, all from a really far distance.
And then Carey got her powers. She ended up being telekinetic, she could move things with her mind. And I was her prime target. I deserved it of course, because for three years, I had tortured her with my powers. And now she could torture me with hers. Every time I moved to do something, I'd end up tied up. By my own arms and legs. Occasionally, she'd tie me up using my neck. Now that was painful.
So now I was nine, and a new family moved in next door. The Harris family, it was a mom, a dad, and three kids. There was a boy my age, a boy my sister's age, and a girl who was a year younger than me. My dad was on one of his nice kicks, so he had us go over and introduce ourselves. At first, I couldn't see the kid who was my age, but then I felt a huge suction around me. Next thing I know, there's a slightly overweight boy sitting in front of me, "Hi, I'm Speed." He said, putting out his hand.
I merely looked down at his hand, and then back up at him, "Lash." I wasn't really a people person. I never had been. When my mom threw parties, I would stay in my room. If my dad had people over, I was up in my room. Yeah, my parents were both heroes. And they were pretty well known. Not as well as the Strongholds, but still. My dad was a telekinetic, like Carey, and my mom made lightning beams come out of her hands. I'm still lost as to where my stretching comes from, Carey says I'm adopted, but everyone says I look like my dad. So I'm not sure, maybe it's a recessive power in our family, and I just happened to get it.
But that's not the point, back to when I first met Speed. "Lash? That's a weird name." He had said to me, and I simply rose my eyebrow, "And Speed's normal?"
Speed's shoulders slumped a little, "Well, it's just a nickname my brother gave me… When I got my powers.' He said, "My real name is David. But no one calls me that."
I looked at him, "Okay then." And then he just started talking, and he told me about the rest of his family. His father had super speed as well, and his mother had x-ray vision. His older brother had gotten x-ray vision, and his younger sister had too. Speed, David, whatever, was the only one who had gotten his father's speed. And he was happy about that.
But ever since that day, Speed and I got a lot closer. He became my best friend, and one of the people I started to trust and rely on. It was weird, because I had always been a bit of a loner, life had me keep to myself. Especially when my sister tied me up with her mind.
I started hanging out with at Speed's house more and more, and he was the only person I really talked to. But that wasn't including my family. And even then, I told Speed more things about me than I told my parents and sister. But now I'm rambling, so let's move on.
When Carey was fourteen, she went to Sky High. And I was ten, stuck in elementary school. My father told me that I was not to use my powers, because in the previous years, I had gotten myself into trouble. Secretly stretching to trip people, to hurt people. Like I said earlier, I got joy from hurting people. It made life worth living.
After Carey's first day at Sky High, my parents fawned over her. She had been the first one to be placed, and she was a hero. This gave me more time to figure out ways to torture the kids at my school. The ones who were "normal" and the ones that would be sidekicks. I couldn't tell the difference at the time, but still, I was the master. Speed and I would torture students left and right.
I could go into more details. Speed would charge at them, circling them, sticking them in a vortex like thing, and then, when no one was looking, I'd grab them and slam them into a wall. Sometimes, I'd dunk their heads in the toilet. It depended on the nerd, and it depended on my mood.
The next year, I entered junior high school. Junior high was when I made three new friends: Gwen Grayson, Penny Marks, and lockers. Gwen and Penny had gone to another elementary school, and when I found out they were "super" as well, I was psyched. Gwen was a technopath, she could build things with her mind, and Penny… She could multiply herself into five copies of herself. And then the lockers…
The lockers became amazing for me. Gwen was able to rework the locks so they all opened to the same combination, and then I'd open them, from a distance, and shove kids in. Half the time? We were the only kids in the school. Everyone else was in a locker.
But then I got suspended. For being a total asshole bully. My dad killed me. Not exactly killed, but he was very mad at me. I got grounded for the rest of the school year. I went to school, and then came straight home. Sure, I snuck out on occasion, and went over to Speed's house. Sometimes I went to Gwen's or Penny's, but mostly I went to Speed's.
After my suspension, I didn't change at all. I was comfortable with the jerk I was. So the locker stuffing and the head dunking continued. Kids were terrified of us. And they should have been. We were evil. Gwen called us the potential supervillains. It had a nice ring to it, because I always saw myself as more of a villain than a hero, I mean… Look at my life.
I had two years left of junior high before the big time. And what was the big time? The big time was Sky High. The high school of the heroes, the villains, and… the sidekicks, or hero support, whatever they were called. Either way I didn't care. They were like the dog crap I had stepped in before school, worthless.
My years at Sky High could not come soon enough.