I DONT OWN SKY HIGH AT ALL

BUT I DO OWN MY OWN CHARATERS

PROLOGUE

Why did it always rain when something bad was happening?

Two figures faced off in the rain, battling it out fiercely. The two figures were former hero and former sidekick, man and woman, husband and wife, yet they fought with the intensity to kill.

The woman's power was that of flight as she soared though the sky. Her power was very bland and there wasn't much she could do with it. She couldn't fly very fast and she couldn't fly very high, which was the reason she was a side-kick. But even so, she had a jet-booster that helped her fly higher and better, her utility belt was filled with gadgets that were her weapons.

Her husband was a more powerful sort. He was a poly-morpher; he could change his body, shape shift into anything and anyone. His only limit was that when in the bodies of other super heroes, he could only acquire half the power of they actually used. But this man was special, he was the kind that had two powers, poly-morphing and something else. The other one was something far more powerful, and it was a power that he was going to use to change the world.

That is...if he could get to the machine his young wife was desperately trying to protect. A machine created to amplify his powers.

Hence the battle.

She cradled the small device in her arms to her chest with one hand and pushed back some of her dark red hair with the other. Her dark blue eyes blinked out water as she held up a arm to shield her eyes as she searched for her attacker.

All she had to do was destroy this thing, everything else was gone. But with this he could regroup and try again, and she would not allow that to happen.

As first nothing, but then...

BOOM!

An explosion from the left, and as she turned around instinctively, she found herself being attacked from the right. The attack rammed her though the window of a building.

She gasped, the glass having cut her so badly her super suit was in ribbons. She was already suffering from the other wounds he had given her and she had lost a lot of blood. So much so that she was starting to feel dizzy, but out of sheer determination she held on and stood firm. She pushed herself to her feel and choked as blood oozed from her mouth.

Where was she?

Looking around, the woman almost laughed from the irony.

She was home, how fitting.

But wait! If she was home...then that meant!

"No" she murmured "not here" she couldn't be here, not now.

"You always did never know when to give up" a smooth, cruel voice echoed throughout the room and her thoughts lay forgotten for a moment as he floated in, having stolen the power of another flier. He landed with more grace than she had and for a moment she was taken aback by how unbelievably beautiful he was, even now. His long silver hair hung loose and free as he surveyed her with cold black eyes.

There had once been a time when she would have done anything for this man, but that time was long gone, she had things more important to her now, things to protect.

He took a step towards her "it doesn't have to be this way Kathleen, you can still join me, it's not too late. I'll forgive you for ruining my plans." He took another step towards her with turned into a slow approach. Out of instinct she flinched and took a step back, preparing to run. But he was faster, in seconds he was already practically before her.

"All you have to do..." he stood before her and before she could protest her had pulled her into his arms, her body crashed against his chest in an almost lover like embrace, Kathleen cursed herself for instantly relaxing her body to his. He put his mouth to her ear and against her will she shivered as his hot breath cascaded over her skin "...just give me the device, that's all. And we can be together, all of us. No one will ever separate us again. He caressed her arm with his fingers, a ghostly stroke so sensual she whimpered. "Come on love, you know this is foolish, obey me."

"Love?" she murmured.

"Yes, love. You love me, right? If you really loved me, you'd give that to me."

"Love." She only repeated and then frowned "what do you know about love, you've never loved me or anyone else. Not for a long time. Your love died. In fact, I don't think you've ever loved me, you just loved controlling me! And the worst part is that...for so long, I didn't care, as long as you were by my side, I didn't care..." her voice became more and more spiteful with each word as she pushed him away.

"Kathleen?" he said with a warning frown.

"WHAT DO OU KNOW ABOUT LOVE? A MURDERER LIKE YOU! READY TO KILL SO MANY PEOPLE! WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF LOVE?"

He was silent for a moment before he said confidently "they don't deserve to live. They're nothing, and their whole existence...is unnecessary. This world is better left to people like us. I thought you would understand."

"Oh, I understand" she said "I understand perfectly, I understand the fact that you're an evil, twisted, conniving, horrible man with no heart and I wish I never met you!" her clenched fist containing the much desired device, raised above her head as she looked at him with defiance, defiance she hadn't felt in his presence in years. "I understand that I will never be controlled by the likes of you, ever again..."

"No Kathleen" he tried to calm her, but she was far too gone as she cried

"AND I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU!" and with that she hurled the device to the ground.

"NOOO!" he screamed, but it was too late as it hit the floor and broke into many unfixable pieces.

He watched and his face took on a different expression. One of fury and pure malice that for a moment made her heart clenched in fear.

"You're going to regret doing that." He said in a deadly whisper as he stared at five years worth of work.

She shook her head "No, I won't." She smiled "you...don't have any power over me anymore."

And with that his arm morphed into that of a long knife and without even blinking he spiked it tough her chest.

She gasped as blood spattered out her mouth and her eyes widened from pain. His knife/arm shortened so she was before him and in her hazy state, she felt him place a short, almost possessive kiss to her bloody lips, even when she was dying he wanted to control her.

"Pity" he said when he pulled away and licking his lips "you were quite an interesting play thing."

Then Kathleen's eyes dulled and she died. Her last thought before dying was that her only regret was that she was leaving her other precious person all alone. And in her heart she whispered 'I'm sorry'

The man sighed as he used his foot to push the body of his arm and stared down at the corps of his wife. He bent down to tuck some hair behind her ear when suddenly he heard the sound of something falling or collapsing. His head whipped round and rested at the door. His eyes softened and an unreadable expression filled his eyes.

"So...you saw that, huh?"

There was no reply.

He stood reached out his hand for a moment before pulling it back. "She was only a side-kick" he murmured. "A waste of talent, but still, not a completely necessary existence. But you're different, you're like me."

He gave a smirk "I'll come back for you someday."

He cast one last lingering look at the bleeding corps on the carpet before turning round "clean that up for me will you." And with that he dropped out of the window and took on his flier body.

Only when he was in the air, did he hear the scream of horror and pain the echoed so loud it seemed to have come from the skies.

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