First story. Tell me what you think? It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. Oh, and the English translation of the Cantonese will be in italics next to it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High or any of its characters: Disney does. All non-cannon characters are mine though.

It wasn't supposed to go down the way it did. We don't usually go after cars with people in them. It's to risky. To personal. I hate jacking cars as it is and the thought of having to hurt someone just to get a few bucks was repulsive. Johnny knew that, but he also knew I'm not one to argue with the man with the gun.

I should probably start at the beginning. It was during sixth grade that I got my powers.

Yeah I'm a super. Woo. Hoo.

Anyway, I couldn't tell my parents about what I could do. Dad would always manage to bring it up every few months or so, but I would just smile and shake my head. Don't get me wrong, they would have loved it. They would have thrown me a freaking party before shipping me off to some super school, filled with kids who I didn't know, that was no where near my home. You could see my problem. So I hid my powers from them, and practiced in my room or wherever no one was watching. I got pretty good too. Unfortunately, stealth wasn't a friend of mine.

One day I was at Central Park with my best friend Mellie. She was the only one who I told about my powers, cause I could tell her anything. She was just one of those rare, rare girls who could keep a secret. Mellie even knew my dad was the Ghost. Anyway we were playing tricks on the tourists roaming throughout the park. I'd change a shoe color here, a word or two on a couple shirts there, anything to give us a good laugh. I even added a gray streak to some uppity girl's hair.

We were celebrating our victories with ice cream when Mellie stopped me and dragged me off the path.

"Get a look at those two! Noses smooshed in their maps, fanny packs, 'I heart NY' t-shirts! Man we gotta get them!" Mellie's mouth was practically foaming with excitement.

"Okay, okay! Follow me." I said. We ditched our ice cream in a nearby trash can before I led her into the bushes behind the couple. She kept watch as I crawled under their bench. I rested my finger tips on the woman's right black pump, and watched as it turned into a hideous shade of puke green with orange polka dots. I did the man's left loafer next, and smiled as it went from brown to pink.

I started to inch my way out from under the bench when I saw him. He was staring right at me, with this weird look on his face. I pretended not to notice him and kept going until I was all the way out. "Mellie, run!" I hissed. We took off running toward our apartment building, and made it out to the street before Mellie stopped me.

"What happened? I didn't get to see it." She whined.

"Mei shen me." Nothing.

Later that night he cornered me outside our apartment. Of all the people to catch me, it had to be the kid who lived 4 doors down. His name was Johnny, and he was a grade above me.

"How'd you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked as I dug in my bag for my key.

"The shoes. Their colors. Can you do that with anything?"

"Do what?"

His hand wrapped around my shoulder, and he twisted me around to face him. "You know what I'm talking about Kira. Come on, can't you just tell me? I won't let anyone else know you're a freak."

"I'm not a freak! I'm a super."

"So you admit it. Your rents know?" He let go of me, and crossed his arms.

"Yes." I hated being a horrible liar.

"Oooh, so you got yourself a little secret huh? Well, don't worry, I'll keep your secret...if you help me out."

"With what?"

"Andre and the guys have started their own little car business. But it would be so much," He paused, "safer... if you came along to help make the cars look a bit different."

"You want me to go car jacking with you and your stupid little gang? No freaking way. Leave me out of this."

"I'm afraid that is not an option. I already told Andre, and he would be quite unhappy if you said no. He might even plan a visit with your family."

Johnny laughed as my body filled with complete and utter horror. Andre was the leader of their gang. He was older, about 25 or so, and he never left home without his gun...except for that 3 year stint he had at Rikers. Johnny stuck his hand out, waiting. I sighed, and shook his hand, taking the opportunity to turn his hair a lovely shade of blue.

"Fine."

After three years and roughly 150 cars, I'd become quite good at what I did. I didn't mind it much anymore. They couldn't take the cars without me, so I was able to at least make sure no one got hurt. Andre got his chop shop and I made sure no one died. It was fine by me. They even gave me some money every once in a while when we got a good haul.

It was always me and Johnny jacking the cars. The rest of them didn't know how it was done, of course. They didn't know I existed. That was part of my terms. Only Andre, Johnny, Hector and I knew. Hector used to take me before Johnny was old enough to not get automatically picked up by the cops. But on our last job Hector took a bullet to the leg from a rival gang, and has been off the runs ever since. I liked it better that way though. Even though he knew English, Hector always talked in Spanish. Always.

Did I mention that I don't speak Spanish?

After that Hector just hocked the cars down in Jersey at used car lots. The good ones anyway. The crappier ones were stripped for parts.

Anyway, I didn't like going out anymore. Johnny was getting greedy. We usually only went for low-key cars, but recently, once Johnny picked out a car, he wouldn't let it go. It didn't matter if he picked a beaten up 71' Plymouth, or a brand new Lexus. He would make us jack it, no matter what the risk. It pissed me off. But I couldn't do a thing. Last year Johnny got his first gun. He never went anywhere without it, and he doesn't have any problem using it. He was getting to be Andre Jr.

That day started off as it usually did. The summer heat was unbearable, so I spent the afternoon tucked away in my room with the fan on full blast. Mellie sat on my bed, flipping through a tattoo magazine as she watched me practice. She loved the free makeovers I was able to give her. Today she opted for deep chocolate hair, opposed to the brownish blonde she usually sported.

"Are you going to pick a tattoo or not?" I asked as I played with a ball of light. The light was a new thing that I had been working on in secret for a few months, something I kept just between Mellie and me. Johnny and Andre didn't need to know that I was anything more then the color chick. The status quo was working, and I planned on keeping it that way. I separated the ball into a rainbow of different swirls, and sent them flying around the room while I waited for Mellie's answer.

"I got one!" She exclaimed as she leapt off the bed and shoved the magazine in my face. "The fairy!" I looked at the picture she showed, and my jaw dropped.

"Jesus, Mellie, could you have picked a more complicated one?" The detail in the little 5 inch fairy was incredible. "Where do you want it?"

"On my back, between the shoulder blades."

"What the point of a tattoo if no one can see it?" I asked as she laid on her stomach.

"Because I"ll know it's there." She said. I laid the magazine out next to her and began to concentrate. I placed my hand over the tattoo and lifted the colors out of the page, keeping my hand steady so as not to smudge the colors. I shifted it over to her back, and infused it into her t-shirt.

"Do you want any color changes? Or is it fine?"

"Can you give her my eyes and make her wings glow red, not blue?" I nodded, though she couldn't see it, and adjusted the colors. Then I took a deep breath and shifted the tattoo out of her shirt and into her skin. I held it there, and sealed in enough power so it would last a while. Tattoos were tricky. They were easy to make permanent, but making them temporary took a peculiar balance of power.

"All done! It should last you about 12 hours."

"Thank you so much Kira! Let me see! Let me see!" She jumped up and hugged me before running to the bathroom. She came back in a minute later squealing. "It's so awesome. Have I told you how amazing you are recently?"

"About twenty minutes ago when I did your hair." I giggled.

"Well, that was to long ago." Mellie replied before she checked her watch. "Crap! I only have an hour to get ready for my date. I gotta go!"

"Okay, calm down, it only takes you like 10 minutes to walk to your building. Do you want your nails done before you go?"

"Green." She stuck her hands out like she was at a salon. I waved my hand over her nails. "A little darker?" I kept adjusting the hue until she whipped her hands away, inspected my work, and gave me a giant bear hug. "Thanks! See ya."

"Bye!" I called to her retreating form. I didn't really mind being her personal beautician. It was fun, and was great practice for my powers. With her help, I'd gotten my morphing time down to 30 seconds tops, maybe a bit more if tattoos were involved.

It was only 5:30, too light out to jack, so I sat down on my little twin bed and chose my target. It was a small, simple vase, with a daisy inside. I focused a ball of light, and began to mold it with my mind until I had a perfect replica of the vase. The daisy took a while longer to make sure every last detail was perfect. I powered my replica for about 20 seconds before I let go of the light and checked the clock. 5:31. I was getting faster. I went over the vase and inspected it from every angle. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn it was real. I passed my hand through the daisy. It wavered for a second, but held up. The little replicas went by fast. Mellie still took about five minutes to replicate. I had just gathered another ball to replicate my chair when someone knocked on the door.

"Honey, I'm heading off to work, alright?" My mom, Laura, was a nurse at the hospital down the road. "Dad will be home at 6, leave a note if you go out."

"Kay mom." I said as I pressed my ear up to the door. I waited until I heard her leave before I walked down the hall to my parent's bedroom. I stood in front of their giant mirror and threw on a disguise. My mid-back length hair was now a coppery red, and my shirt went from green to red. I paled my olive skin until it was milky white, and grabbed a pair of shades to cover my eyes. Changing their color wouldn't do much to hide the fact that I was Asian, so usually I just skipped over them. I gave myself one last inspection, and added a simple star tattoo on my right forearm before running to my room to grab my phone. I wrote up a quick note for my dad, then rushed out of the apartment.

Johnny was waiting for me in the alley next to our building. He got off his bike, and stood with his arms out so I could get to work. His light blue jeans were the first to go, and were now a dark blue. I gave him an incredible tan, and made his spiky hair blonde. His eyes shifted from brown to blue, and his eyebrows were lightened. I smiled at a job well done, and moved to get on the bike before he growled.

"What?"

"Tattoos. Arms. Fire."

"You're a man of many words tonight, aren't you?" I said irritably.

"Just go." Johnny liked fire. Almost every tattoo he asked for had some sort of fire in it, so making his tats have become a breeze after the fiftieth one. I rested a hand on each of his biceps and flames laced down his forearms. I let go after about 20 seconds, and took my gloves out of my back pocket.

"Will that do, your Majesty?" He inspected his arms, smiled, and put on his gloves as well. "Perfect. Lets go."

We got on the bike and he drove us around aimlessly for a while, letting the sun fade behind the buildings. It was just about dusk when he saw It.

It was a black 1970 Plymouth Hemi Cuda, in amazing condition. I had to remind him that he was the one driving before we died, and he quickly pulled up behind the car and started tailing It. I could not believe I was so close to one of the most perfect cars in existence. And I could not believe that some idiot was driving it around the streets of NYC.

It had a driver.

And we were tailing them.

"No! Johnny we can't!" I screamed in his ear.

"To bad." He sped up. I gripped his waist tighter and felt the gun. "Change the plates."

Hardly aware of what I was doing, I switched up the characters on the out-of-state plate. I was actually going to go through with it. The car's right blinker went on, and It turned onto a side street. I willed the car to speed up, get to some place safe, but it refused.

"I'll take it. You color it, then get the bike and get out." He told me as we began to near a stoplight. There were a few cars in front of us, but no one behind us to watch what was about to happen.

That poor guy had no luck.

Johnny stopped the bike behind It, grabbed the gun and ran up to the driver's side window. I winced as he hurt It, smashing the window with the gun. I quickly drove the motorcycle around the car as the light changed. Johnny smacked the driver in the face with his gun, and roughly pushed him out of the car through the passenger side door and onto the sidewalk. I couldn't see his face as I drove by, only the black leather jacket that he was wearing.

Johnny peeled out right behind me as I made a right, and we raced away from the scene. After we turned the corner I turned It red. The color wouldn't last long, but it would make it back to the shop.

Johnny was going to enjoy his victory for a while before bringing the car to the shop. He always did that when he got a good car. Made him feel all special. It would give me enough time to go to the Police. My mind was frazzled at the thought of it, and I could feel my colors slipping off me. But I had no choice. My conscious wouldn't let me just go home like nothing happened.

I stopped at the first precinct I saw. I asked the woman at the front desk where to go to report a car theft, and she led me to Officer Michaels.

"What can I do for you miss?"

"I stole a car."

"What?"

"I. Stole. A. Car." I said each word distinctly, incase he hadn't heard me right. "Well, this time I didn't steal it, but I helped. I've stolen others though. But you have to get this one back. They're going to take it to a little shop of 18Th street to hide it before they bring it to Jersey to sell, because man are they gonna bring this one to sell. It's a 1970 Plymouth Hemi Cuda. Black. Though right now it's red, but that should wear off soon. I didn't put much power in it. It's really amazing, but Johnny smashed the window and threw the driver out of the car and he's gloating now so you'll have a little time but you have to get it back and stop them!"

"Miss, talk slower. And please, start at the beginning."

At the beginning, well, the day before the beginning, my mother bought me a cell phone. It was a nice phone, one where you could record sounds if you wanted to. I liked it. I brought it with me the first time Johnny took me to see Andre. I left it on during the conversation, and I made sure to bring up the blackmail. I might have been 12, but I wasn't an idiot. Hell, my parents had raised me to one day become a super; to use what was available to me to stay alive and ahead of the villains. And I had a phone.

"Will your DA give me a deal?"

"That depends. Talk." He pulled out a tape recorder.

I liked this guy.

So I told him I was a super and gave a nice little demonstration. I told him about the gang and the blackmail and the jobs we've pulled. I took my phone out of my pocket and played the conversation I had with Andre, where he threatened my parents and my life. I told him most of the dealers we used in Jersey, and where they ran things in the City. I told him there have been hundreds of jobs before this one.

"Why now?" He asked

"Because there was a person in that car. I never pulled a job where there was a risk of anyone getting hurt. But Johnny had his gun. I couldn't refuse. This is the next best thing." I paused. "And he hurt the car."

"Okay, miss, you're going to need to stay here while we get them, we'll bring in the DA and discuss what can be done for your situation."

I nodded. "Can you get my family first?"

He nodded.

He was a good man.

I am on a plane. Do you know why I am on a plane? Because I'm being shipped to my aunt's house so I can go to the super school.

My parents were shipped to Maine. Though my dad was pretty happy about the powers thing, they were not happy about moving or the fact that I had lead a secret criminal life behind their backs.

Mellie was sent to her cousin's house in Florida. She was not happy about the fact that I had lead a secret criminal life behind her back.

My aunt? So not happy about having to harbor a secret criminal super in her house for 3 years.

So, so not happy.

Me? I'm pretty happy. Really, no sarcasm at all. I'm happy. Andre, Johnny, and most of the gang are in jail awaiting their trials, and none of them have a chance in hell of getting off without prison time.

Them? Not so happy. But a tad bit happier then my aunt.

Officer Michaels got me that deal: probation, 6000 hours of community service, and mandatory schooling at Sky High for stealing 151 cars. Not that shabby. And, the guy got his car back, safe and sound, except for that window. But that could easily be fixed.

Yeah, I was definitely happy.