Will jumped on the bed, and it bounced a little under his weight. He held the phone lightly to one ear, so as not to crush it. Layla blabbered on about something or other in his ear, and he was exhausted from helping rebuild the school. Between the fighting with Royal Pain and her goons, the school falling to about 20 feet off the ground, and the explosions that baby Medulla had made while trying to de-passify everyone, the school looked worse then the war zone it was used as.
The police had to yank out Lash's head from the toilet and his parents were notified of his death. It wasn't charged as a murder case, because Ethan did what he did in self defense. Besides, it was "only a flushy". No on is exactly sure how far his neck stretched, but he drowned anyway. So Speed was without his one ally, and was quite grumpy about it, too.
There was a lot of work to be done around the school. Layla decided to help out and she decided she could use her powers when she wants, as long she doesn't abuse them. She had got that day off due to a doctor's appointment. The gym and hallway were done, and the next day they all would start on the cafeteria and electric. What fun that was.
The next day, Will walked into the school. It was summer, but Ron's bus was still running for everyone who was helping to rebuild the school. Will had no where to be or anything to do, and all his friends were helping out, so he was there to hang out and to help out.
On his bus rode the usual crew, but at school they had one addition; Warren Peace. Warren had gotten his motorcycle fixed, so he didn't ride the bus. He chased it now. Warren had joined their group after homecoming. At first, Warren had been a little hesitant around the gang, but eventually opened up, or as much as Warren ever could. He was still a bad ass, but he wasn't cruel to them and he stopped flinging fireballs at them. And he stuck up for them when someone didn't treat them right. "That's my job." Was all they could get him to say, but they knew he cared. He just showed it differently.
As soon as they walked in the school doors, Principle Powers appeared in her flurry of comets. "Will, we desperately need your help in the cafeteria." Will looked as if he was used to this, and ran to the cafeteria, the gang in tow. The ceiling had caved in over night and now they needed him to fly each piece of the ceiling out of the school. Each piece weighing over 500 pounds, no one was willing to lift it. So Will flew the pieces out through the broken ceiling onto the lawn outside, where he would break them into smaller pieces later.
The next day, they were still cleaning out the cafeteria. The kitchen appliances had to be completely replaced. The refrigerators and freezers had spoiled food in them that had started growing into odd looking shapes and colors and after much debate, it was decided to just throw them all away. The other appliances had all exploded from the impact of the school falling to 20 feet about the ground, then rapidly rising, and Will punching the floor a fair few times while fighting Royal Pain. Apparently, his punches to the floor in the gym had affected the whole school.
Warren lifted a piece of metal from the cafeteria ceiling. As he lifted it into his arms, Magenta screamed as she ran from Zach, who was lit up like a neon Christmas tree and chasing her playfully around the dark kitchen. Warren jumped and the metal, which had a sharp edge, cut a deep gash into his arms.
"OW! Mag, would you shut up!" He bellowed at her, and held his wound, which was now gushing blood.
"Whoa, way to have a cow, Warren, we were only kidding around on our lunch break. It's not like we were playing in Medulla's lab or anything!" Zach had jumped a foot in the air when Warren had yelled, and was now trying to cover that up by defending his girlfriend.
"Well your little play time cost me some blood. Look!" Warren held out his arm, covered in blood to his friends.
"I don't see anything, dude." Magenta was looking at his arm. "I just see a lot of blood, but that could have been on the metal. I don't want to even think of how it got there."
Warren looked down at his arm. There was no cut. Nothing whatsoever, besides blood, to even hint that his arm had been slashed a few moments ago.
"Whatever. See you guys." He dropped the metal and went for lunch. As he walked outside, he saw his motorcycle. He had had it redone by the auto club at Sky High so that it could get him up to the school. He ran over to it and jumped on. He needed time to think.
A few hours later, Warren was in his favorite thinking spot; on the roof of the Paper Lantern. It was peaceful, and he needed to think. How did he have a laceration in his arm one moment, and have it instantly healed the next. He sat for a moment thinking before realization hit him. He jumped onto his bike and, taking the normal, ground way, rode quickly home.