Disclaimer- Not mine. Don't sue. Please?
Author Notes- I took my daughter to see this movie, and it was alot better than I had anticipated it being. After some thought, this idea sparked. My first story, so please be gentle.
My Biggest Fear
My name is Warren Peace, and I know you've heard of me. I asked my mother why everyone knew who I was when I was six. She told me it was because I was a certain kind of special, which dumbs down to mean, people are afraid of me. And they have been since I was born. I suppose being the child of a super hero and a super villian would give people reason for concern, I could go either way. At least that's what they think.
My father was sent to prision by the Comander when I was seven. My parents were always battling. Over what, I'm not sure, whether it was just the good evil speil or if it was something else, I don't know. I have only a handful of memories of my father and they are mostly bad. I aways wonder if he'd been around longer, if I'd get more more good ones. I know what people say about me, the fear I'll turn out just like him. They think it's some kind of big secret. We'll here's my big secret.
That's my biggest fear.
I'm so afraid of becoming like my father, I don't know what to do. So I did the only thing I could think of to do to save myself further pain. I built up walls. I'm cold and ruthless, or at least, you think I am. I'm really not a bad guy. Not once you know me. People have me pegged for a villian already. I'm being pegged as the bad guy in every senario.
My mother says the reason I keep my hair so long is so that people won't be able to see my face, which is partly true I suppose. If anyone actually got a real good look at me, without me knowing it, they'd see how tired I am. I try to keep people away, so they won't see the constant doubt that I could be like him. It certainly doesn't help that I have his power.
That's right, I have dear old Dad's power, though I never asked for it. I never asked for any of this. I didn't want to be a superchild. I certainly didn't ask for parents on opposite sides of the Good and Evil scale. My mother once told me she was sorry I had gotten the short end of the stick. I had just looked at her blankly, but now I know she was apologizing for things to come.
I start my first day of High School today. I'm not dumb enough to think I won't be known either. This is Sky High. The High School for superhero's. My mother also told him the son of the man who put my father in prision will be attending, and that I should be nice.
I can already tell, this is going to be a bad day.