DISCLAIMER: Dont own any Sky High characters. i wish i owned Warren Peace but.
A/N: my first Sky High fic...so go easy. big fan of Warren Peace. this fic is about him. lol!
SUMMARY: Warren Peace is acting strangely. Well...more so than usual. His fire is going out and its killing him... painfully. What can hero
support do to save him?
FIRE OF AN UNKNOWN ORIGIN:
Chapter one:
Warren Peace awoke suddenly to the incessant buzzing of his alarm clock.
He growled in frustration, and lobbed a ball of flame at the offending item, melting it in an instant.
Frowning, he burrowed deeper into his pillows. For some odd reason, the use of his power had left him dizzy and breathless, and a cold sweat had
broken out on his forhead.
All he wanted to do was go back to sleep.
"Warren!" his mother cried from the bottom of his loft. "Get up! The bus will come soon!"
The tall boy grumbled his distaste at the prospect of school, but he knew he would have to suck it up. Principal Powers would not be happy if
he didn't show.
With slow, careful movements, he stood and changed into a pair of torn jeans, an old shirt and a leather jacket. His hair remained tousled but he
shrugged it off and made his way down to the main living area.
"Are you okay son?" His mother inquired as he entered the kitchen, shoving his fingerless gloves onto his shaking hands.
"I'm fine mom. I'm going to school now."
Warren shouldered his bag and rushed out into the cool morning air without so much as a second glance.
The bus was already there.
He stumbled down the worn path, wary of the eyes on him as he climbed into the bus.
"Good morning Mr. Peace," Ron Wilson said cheerily.
Warren wasn't in the mood for cheery.
"Shove it," he snapped taking a seat at the back.
Layla watched suspiciously as her friend sat alone with a grunt.
"Warren?" she ventured.
"Don't. Not today. I'm fine,"
Layla just shook her head. If he didn't want to talk about it, she wasn't going to push him.
She knew perfectly well what would happen if she did that.
Turning to Magenta, she shrugged. "Wonder what's got him so twisted," she commented softly.
The purple haird shape shifter just shrugged and stared out the window as they climbed the closed bridge.
Peace knew what was coming next. he gripped the seat in front of him, swallowing the bile that was climbing his throat.
What the hell is wrong with me? He though vehemently as they launched into the air.
he seriously thought he'd lose his stomach as the jets were fired and they flew higher.
The excited screaming pierced his brain painfully, and he clapped his hands over his ears.
"Can you all just shut the fuck up!' he cried.
The bus fell silent and all eyes were in him.
Even Ron's.
The bus plummeted and the screaming started again.
For fuck's sake, Warren sighed inwardly, passing a hand over his still sweating face.
As they landed, safely on the grounds of the school, suspended high up in the air, Warren Peace could've cried out in relief.
He stepped off the bus, avoiding eye contact with his friends and continued up the grass.
"Hey hot-head!" came a voice.
Following that voice was a vice like grip on his shoulder.
It was Speed and Lash.
"What do you two chuckle heads want?" Warren grumbled.
"You're lookin' a little green around the gills today, Peace," Lash taunted, giving him a whip with his super stretchable arm.
"Get stuffed Limp,"
"Oooh limp, eh?"
"Leave him alone!" Layla said, joining the argument.
"Shut up hippie," Lash said, knocking her to the grass.
Peace growled and grabbed the offending limp tighty, flaming up.
the action took alot of energy out of him.
alot more than usuall.
"Don't. Ever. Hit. A. Girl." Peace snarled.
"Let him go, hot-head," Speed snapped.
"Fuck you,"
Warren stepped away and fire travelled up his arms.
Lash nodded to his friend, and Speed took off, doing fast, tight circles around him.
The lack of oxygen to his flame was beginning to hurt.
No.
It was fucking agony.
Warren fell to his knee's as the pounding white hot pain filled him, before his sank into a blissful black oblivion...
What y'all think of chapter one? reveiw please!
