Alright...I intend 2 completely renew this story...I am doing so...So I shall begin with a Prologue...
Warren ran after Layla, with no intentions of letting her out of his sight. They reached the gym. Layla yelled at Will. Warren saw the punch before it even began, his strange foresight coming into play. Calling on speed he never even knew he had he sprinted at Will, knocking him off Royal Pain with his shoulder.
He took the punch full force in the chest. He felt the window behind him shatter. Closing his eyes he twisted in the air so that he was pointed down. Falling to his death, and yet he didn't care. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. He smiled as he opened his eyes, seeing the ground racing to meet him. The Phoenix rises from the ashes... Everything went black.
Back in Sky High Will stood in front of his parents. He didn't feel like dancing. No-one had even noticed that one of the school's saviours had died in the attempt. His mom sat down next to him.
"What is it sweetie?" she asked him wrapping a spandex clad arm around his shoulder.
"We saved the school," he said softly. "But we lost Warren."
"Pardon?"
"You didn't know? Warren Peace took the hit that should have sent me out of the window, and I can fly."
"But you didn't know that."
"But I would've. He took the hit, and now he's dead."
Jetstream frowned and stormed - well, flew angrilly actually - to the podium. She called for attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she began. "I call upon you to hold the traditional silence for a lost superhero. What none of you have noticed, is that in saving the school, we lost a young man. Warren Peace gave his life to save my son. To save him. He was no villain. He was more a hero than any of us here in this room. None of us have given our lives. Remember Warren Peace."
The room lapsed into silence. Whether begrudging or out of respect they didn't know. Or out of fear of the Commander and Jetstream...
Will and his group bowed their heads. Each had a new idea of Warren Peace. Each saw a boy who would gladly give his life for the right thing. They saw the misunderstood son of a super villain. They remembered a different Warren Peace. They remembered Warren Peace, son of a super hero. The remembered Warren Peace, a superhero.
Half way across the world, Arianne Peace sat bolt upright in bed. A single tear tracked down her cheek. She breathed a single word, more revolving in her head.
"Phoenix..." Warren Phoenix Peace, hero.