Why, hello, readers. This is an OC, yes, but not one that will fall in love with Warren or anything. I just thought that what popped into my mind would be an interesting change to the story. I won't say too much about it because I don't want to spoil it but it's a change from all of the female characters attempting to get into Warren's pants. He is my favorite character but the person I am putting in here will probably be his best friend….I'm rambling. Anyway, if you find the little information I gave you intriguing, please, read on. By the way, I have absolutely no idea where Maxville is supposed to be located, so nothing specific will be mentioned. Oh, and Vati is German for father. Other languages (most likely German) with be [in these parenthesis type things and italics since most people reading this will probably be English and it would be too much for translations and stuff.]
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I will not be including this disclaimer in any following chapters.
Sky High.
School for the super powered, super jacked-on-hormones kids of heroes.
It sounds like a badly thought up joke.
If someone told you that tomorrow you were going to get on a bus that takes off like a rocket with the destination being a floating school, you would wonder what they had been smoking recently.
That is what I asked my Vati when he told me.
He hadn't found it very funny, but neither had I when I realized he was completely serious.
It was especially unfunny when he decided he needed to escort me to my new school. He said it was to see how things had changed and possibly make fun of some old guy he called Boomer. I know it's really him making sure I actually get there instead of skipping. It would have been a definite possibility otherwise and he knows that.
Okay, so I admit that I knew vaguely what Sky High was before he told me. I understood that was where he had graduated from and where he had met his best friends and my mother. While I had only known one of them personally, the others –including my mother- I had never met before. I had found Vati's old yearbooks when I was younger, with the black and white photos, ugly fashions and tons of well-wishing signers. I had immediately identified his friend Barron Battle –it was hard not too when you knew him and his face as well as I did. I still look through them from time to time, wondering which face I skim over is my mother's, which faces belong to his friends.
My Vati has this glare that is so frightening I once saw a man wet himself under the force of it. While I know the effect it has on others, it doesn't faze me in the slightest. He is currently attempting to use it to hurry me in my packing. As said before, he has decided that he will accompany me on my journey from Westchester to Maxville. I still don't see the point of sending me from one school for the super powered to another, but then again, I'm not included in executive decisions despite being the son of the headmaster's husband. I suppose the almost-fight-to-the-death that occurred between another student and I could be the motive. I stand by it being entirely his fault, and it was.
The large metal safe sends a soothing hum through me as I endeavor to shove as much as I can into it. Sending my hand out in an otherwise odd gesture, I use my inherited power over metal and magnetic fields to lower the safe onto its back. I immediately begin stuffing again, and, with this new angle and advantage, manage to make everything fit. The door closes with only minimal resistance and then suddenly my life is packed away and ready to move. It's a disconcerting feeling, but I get over it soon and look expectantly to my father.
Vati twitches his first two fingers up and the safe lifts from the floor and begins to float out of the door. I watch him as he follows it down the hall reserved for family and to the stairs. Just before his head disappears from view, he stops and glances back at me with a faint smirk.
"By the way, Charles has arranged for you to stay with your Aunt Raven." He's gone by the time I have my mouth open.
Fuck.
"DAD!"
I sprint full speed down the hall and vault over the rail, dropping down five flights to the first floor. Two new arrivals shriek and fall back as I continue my mad dash to the headmaster's office where I knew my father was. He and Vati were going to pay for this.
I slam open the door and stride in, ignoring the shocked looks of the afternoon class he was teaching.
"I take it your father told you the news."
"Amazing. You have to be some kind of mind reader or something," I reply sarcastically.
Charles raised an eyebrow and smiled as if he knew something I didn't. He did, of course. He is a mind reader.
With a glare from me and a thought from Charles, the assembled students scatter.
"Why does this upset you, son?" Vati appeared from seemingly nowhere as he was prone to do.
"Because she hates me. Has ever since I was born and Charles pretty much became my other father and you took her supposed place in his life and….and…" My voice trailed off as my two fathers shared a look and gestured me towards the big chair both of them managed to fit into. Vati tugged me down onto his lap –which I admit is something that has always comforted me since I could remember.
He looked into my eyes and intoned, "Are you sure this is really the problem?"
My face scrunched in confusion. "Wh-? YES!"
"Oh. Well, you're still going."
My head drops onto his shoulder and I heave a great sigh.
"If she kills me, I blame you both."
I merely get a smile from both of them, a charming twist of the lips from Charles and the shark-like grin I inherited from my Vati.
L E H N S H E R R
We leave half an hour after our little confrontation, giving me just enough time to terrorize all of the newest arrivals –and some of the older ones as well- one last time. That and saying goodbye to the girl I have recently been seeing.
Elise tells me that since I'll be in Maxville for the rest of the school year that it's no use continuing to be in a relationship and to never call her. I smiled with all of my teeth, like my Vati, and informed her that I hadn't planned on it, anyway. We share a bruising kiss and then I walk away.
Vati just rolls his eyes at the display and then pushes me out the door. The safe is on the path leading from the front entrance. I stand next to it and raise an eyebrow when he takes a seat on the edge.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"The punch line to this joke," I mumble.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"That's what I thought."
I stick my tongue out at his back when he turns back around.
"Don't do that unless you want me to cut it out of your mouth."
I jump and hurriedly take a seat. Our backs rest against each other and I release a breath.
The safe trembles for a few seconds then lifts smoothly from the ground. I gulp and press further into my Vati. Heights have always bothered me ever since I was little and…actually, that story can be addressed some other time when I'm not two hundred feet up and still climbing on a metal safe. I scramble back into the middle and hug my knees to my chest. Vati turns his head when he hears my breathing speed up but doesn't say anything as he slides back to sit next to me. He's feeling guilty; it's in the facial features that I was practically duplicated from. Now that I am not looking over the edge, I can think back.
I was young when it happened, as I said. My Vati was still a super villain and he had no one else to watch me so he brought me along. I had always loved seeing what he did for a living –that is, before I knew that what he did was evil- and that day had been no different. I was seated on a roof not far from where Vati was floating on a thick sheet of steel. A lady –I would later learn this was Jetstream- was attempting to hurt him and I was not happy. Suddenly, a pair of hands had appeared to pick me up. It was a man in a ridiculous outfit, though not a ridiculous as Vati's choice in wardrobe (a red helmet and a purple cape, really? Glad I finally managed to articulate my disgust for that after a while). He then shouted something that I didn't understand, what with German being the only language I was aware of at the time, and proceeded to hold me in the air. The big oaf –the Commander- apparently tripped over his own feet and I was tumbling out of his grasp and over the side quickly. Vati had managed to catch me at the last possible second. After that, I've been scared off heights and I never went with him to work again.
"Listen, Vati," I started, watching his face lose some its sadness at the name, "It was a long time ago, and it wasn't even your fault. It was the Commander's, and I don't have a grudge against him, either. Please, let it go." Vati has a tendency to hold on to things and blame himself excessively. I suppose I have no room to talk; I'm just as bad. You should have seen him for months after Charles was shot in the back in what is now referred to as The Incident. I can only imagine how much worse it would have been had Charles actually been paralyzed as the stupid doctors had predicted. I shudder to think.
I get a half shrug from him and we lie back on the safe to observe the sky.
"When will we get there?"
"From the speed I have us travelling, probably only six hours to Maxville."
Now that I noticed, we were moving pretty fast. Hmmm….I bend the metal beneath my head for a comfortable fit as I settle in for a nap.
L E H N S H E R R
It's been five hours of travel and I am utterly bored. I took over control so Vati could take a nap. He's been out about an hour after he gave me detailed instructions on where to go and what to do. I raise my first two fingers and push us up into the clouds where it isn't as hot and I don't have to squint as much. As we continue on, I notice out of the corner of my eye something huge. We go right passed it and I have to turn us around. It's a school. It's Sky High. Not as impressive as I thought it would be. I'm a little disappointed but whatever.
I send us in the direction we're supposed to be going in and lean back on my elbows. Controlling metal for this long is starting to take a toll on me. As much control as I have, I'm still new to this and don't have as much stamina built up as I would like just yet. Now that I'll be six hours away from Vati, I don't know how I'll be trained. He doesn't seem worried but I am. I want to yawn, but that would be admitting weakness and I can't do that. Not yet, anyway. Just a little longer…..
A gruff curse in German rouses me. I only realize that my eyes had slid shut when I open them. I glance around and notice that we are at a significantly lower altitude than I had us.
"What happened?" I inquired.
"You were exhausted from the extensive use of power and fell asleep. We were in a free fall until I woke up." Vati looked over at me.
I open my mouth to apologize but he cuts me off. "Don't. It is both of our faults. You should have woken me up when you realized you were tired and I should have known better than to assume you could make it the last few hours with this much weight."
I look down and bring my legs to my chest. We don't speak for a while then he sighs heavily.
"I did not mean to offend you. I was merely pointing out that you did not have what it takes for that –I mean, you aren't strong enough –no, you can't do it…." He puts his head in his hands and groans. When he speaks next, his voice is muffled German.
["I can never say things right. I meant that you did not have the strength and stamina just yet as you are in training."]
I place my hand on his shoulder and reply in my kind. ["Don't worry about it. I know you are not the best at articulating what you want to."]
He lifts his head and chuckles. Then, a nod down to the ground makes me crawl carefully to the edge.
"Her house is right down there. You might want to come back and hold onto me. This will be pretty rough."
My eyes widen and I hurry back to the middle. I grab onto his arm just in time for the safe to plummet rapidly into spacious backyard. Vati's hand is over my mouth and I belatedly realize that I had been screaming, probably very high pitched. He pulls back and suddenly he is laughing loudly, a real laugh. I grin and leap over the edge of the safe onto the ground. My legs wobble and I tip over quickly, causing his sniggers to escalate until he is just shaking with silent laughter from lack of air. I blow a raspberry in his direction and use the safe as a crutch to stand up straight. I manage well until a deafening call of my name is heard from behind me, coming from the house. I turn and there is my Aunt Raven, blue skin and scales and short, blood red hair. She seems genuinely happy to see me and Vati.
Her arms are constricting around my neck in almost no time at all and I hug her back if just to make her loosen her grip sooner. She moves on to Vati, practically screeching, "Erik!" into his ear. He winces and I snort. Azazel, my uncle and the one brave enough to marry my aunt, comes up behind her. He's all bright red skin and black hair and scars and I couldn't be happier to see him. Azazel was the one who eventually 'fixed her' (I'm not allowed to say it that way, but its true) and now, apparently, she is completely over trying to kill me (my fathers may or may not know that she has attempted this). Azazel has always been my favorite –only- uncle. He shakes my hand then pulls me into a hug.
"It's good to see you after so long, Levi," he says and grins. I agree and look over at their house, where I will be living for who knows how long. I raise an eyebrow and contemplate my options. Be a good, completely mischief free kid Charles most likely wants me to be or the absolute hooligan my Vati has passed down through our shared genes. Though the good child side has its appeal, a hooligan is what I was born to be and I can't deny that part of me.
Azazel touches my shoulder and I comprehend that someone had been talking to me while I mused.
"Yes?"
"I was just asking if you are okay. You seemed in deep thought. I did not want you hurting yourself," Vati teases.
I stick my tongue out at him.
"Yes, I am perfectly fine, old man. Let's go inside shall we?" I address the other two with my last sentence as Vati fakes sadness at my comment. Even in his early forties, he could not be mistaken as an old man, more like my older brother. Once, someone asked if we were twins –the most traumatizing event in my short life (just kidding….maybe).
We all traipse inside, the safe floating through the air behind us as if an afterthought. I tune out most of the conversation and all of the tour as I wonder about Sky High. I understand that I will be attending tomorrow and I have absolutely no idea what to expect except for my experience at the mansion. I'm finally shown what is to be my room and the safe deposited in the corner near my closet. It is bare save for the newly made bed, nightstand, desk and freshly painted black walls.
Am I that depressing of a person that they think I want black walls?
I shrug and cross the hall to the guest room where my Vati will stay until tomorrow night. He turns when I enter through the open door.
["You should be in bed, boychick. Go on."]
He gives me a kiss on the fore head and pushes me across the hall into my room. I nod and close the door on his retreating back.
Crossing the floor to the safe, I flick my wrist. The doors fly open and everything I had haphazardly shoved into it earlier comes tumbling out. I pick through it until I find a pair of old shorts and a tank top to change into. It's hot here, uncomfortably so, and I will need to adjust quickly. Sliding into bed and clicking the lamp off, I lay there for a few minutes until I start to sweat. Throwing the covers back, I stand and walk over to the rather large window and sit on the comfy window seat. I slouch against the wall and gaze out at the sky. I'm still sweating.
Fuck.
I undo the latch and push open the window wide. As I do, I am squarely facing the house to the right….where a teenage girl is currently sitting on a small tree of some sort. As I watch, the tree begins a rapid period of growth. My eyes grow huge and I take in a quick breath. Apparently I wasn't as quiet as I would have liked because she looks over to me.
She's a redhead and very pretty. Her bright green eyes latch on to my greenish-gray and she seems almost afraid.
"Don't worry about it," I say to her. "I can do something special, too."
This seems to calm her, though she doesn't ask what it is I am capable of. Her tree continues its growth and she disappears onto the roof.
I believe I just met someone who is super powered. Not exactly what I was expecting, but nothing ever is. I return to my slouched position on the window seat and regard the night sky. The stars are visible here, unlike New York, even more so than the seemingly secluded Westchester. My eyes begin to droop but I don't feel like moving.
The last thought before I fall asleep is that I might roll out of the window if I don't close it.
Oh well.
You managed to tolerate my writing to make it to the bottom. I appreciate that, I really do. So, you probably realized by now that I made this a sort of cross over with X Men, more specifically First Class, but I may add characters from the other movies if I feel like it. I mentioned my main characters name once. Did you notice it? If not, that's okay, I meant for it to be more difficult to find. I guess I should explain a little bit. Erik Lehnsherr is the father who found Charles a few years after the main character was born and fell in love. He stopped being a villain to settle down –and a few other reasons- and married Charles. Since they are only in their early forties, they did not have the same history. I did mention an Incident that I may or may not explain later. Charles was shot, but he did not become paralyzed. I hope you liked it and, if so, liked it enough to review. I would love it if you did, but hey, I understand if you don't. Until next time.
Kira