Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own any of the characters from the Sky High movie, but I do own Eve, Beck, Kyle, and their dad. And any other characters I think of later. And I own The Ghost, Jake, and Grace.

Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter is terribly boring, or just plain terrible. School has drained me, but I'm trying.

Chapter 10: Unforunate Inheritance

Lash and Speed looked over everyone in the stands theatrically, like two wolves picking their next meal. Lash focused on me with an evil little smirk. Damn, I should've seen that coming; anyone who's been listening to my story would've.

"We pick Eve Grey," Lash called to Boomer, "And her brother."

I got up slowly, dreading going into that ring. I looked back briefly at Layla and the group. They were all giving me encouraging smiles, which were obviously faked; they knew what trouble I was in. I dragged my feet over to where Kyle was suiting up in body armour.

"Hurry up, Grey! We don't want to wait all day," Boomer yelled at me.

So, I put on the equipment, which I knew would be next to useless, and stepped onto the gym floor next to my brother. The buzzer sounded and the 'villains' immediately took the fight to us. Kyle phased through Speed as the bully tried to body check him with super-speed. I, however, have no powers; so when Speed body checked me I went flying into the boards.

All the breath in my body left in a rush as I slammed into the boards, and I crumpled into a heap. I struggled to stand with pain coursing all through my body. I vaguely heard Boomer saying that I looked so much like my mother that it was surprising I didn't have her powers. Saying that I couldn't take a hit. I felt anger well up inside me like it had back in Hero Support class the day before. I couldn't feel anything, even when Lash's arm reached out and wrapped me in a vice grip, threatening to crush me.

He pulled me close enough to whisper in my ear, "Yea, you look so much like your mother. Except, I'll bet she isn't so weak. Your bold words can't help you now, cutie. Neither can your brother."

I turned my head slightly, seeing Kyle gasping for air as Speed created a vortex around him. He was on his knees with his hands on his throat, choking. I'd taken all I could; and something inside me snapped.

Everything happened so fast. The room got cold all of a sudden, very cold. I barely noticed; all I could think of was strangling the life out of Lash and wiping that smug grin off his face. My arms phased through his confining hold, going for his throat before I'd even knew what I was doing. The moment my arms passed through his, my head spun and my vision blurred. I grabbed his neck, a strange sensation rushing up my arms as his eyes rolled back in his head. His grip loosened and he passed out, dropping me on the ground.

My head cleared, and I realized what I'd done. I scrambled backwards frantically, trying to get as far away from Lash's limp form as I could. I looked around wildly at all the people staring at me in shock and horror. Even Speed had stopped to gawk at me sitting on the floor. I desperately wanted them all to not look at me.

A filmy, transparent cobweb settled on my body; sinking into my skin. I heard everyone gasp in surprise, and I knew what that feeling had been. They had been surprised because they couldn't see me anymore…I was invisible. I was startled back into visibility at the thought, and everyone gasped again.

Suddenly, the floor wasn't solid anymore and I sank right through it, falling out the bottom of the floating school. I was plummeting towards the ground, and I freaked out, wishing I were back in the gym, even if I had to face all the looks. The wind pulled at my clothes as the ground loomed closer, and I squeezed my eyes shut in dreading apprehension. I was jolted backwards, and the wind disappeared. I snapped my eyes open as I fell two feet onto the wood floor.

I was back in the gym, and I was slowly sinking through the floor again. Kyle teleported to my side and pulled me up quickly.

"Concentrate on solid," he hissed urgently.

I concentrated, not wanting to fall through the floor again. I heard Kyle murmur something that sounded like, 'I'm so sorry.' I turned to look at him and saw a fist flying at my head.

I woke up hours later, my head swimming. All I could see was white. I shook my head, trying to get my bearings. The reason everything was white was that I was lying on a makeshift platform of desks in the detention room. I slipped off the desks, trying to recall the day's events, anything that would explain why I was waking up in the detention room.

I was still puzzling it out when the door opened, admitting Kyle, Powers, Boomer, and my dad. I looked at them in confusion, wondering why my dad was there, and it hit me. I sank to the floor numbly, feeling sick to my stomach. Kyle stood me back up gently as my dad hovered nearby anxiously.

"No, no, no, no, no…" I moaned, shaking my head in despair.

"You have to accept it, Eve," Kyle said softly, so only I could hear, "If you don't, things won't get better. I know, I found out the hard way a long time ago. Once you accept, you'll get some control. You can't help what you've inherited, and denying it won't make it go away."

"Why'd it get cold?" I asked distantly, focusing on the little things to avoid the big issue.

Powers cleared her throat, answering cautiously, "You absorbed all the ambient energy in the room, Eve. Kyle had to knock you out after that little episode, because you can't use your powers if you're unconscious. Then we put you in here, so that your powers would be neutralized when you woke up, and you wouldn't fall out of the school again."

I nodded faintly, looking lost. So much for avoiding the big issue. Loud banging on the door snapped me out of my trance, to a degree. Powers sighed in vexation and opened the door. Layla, Ethan, Zach, and Magenta rushed in, followed by Warren. They all looked concerned, though Warren did a fair job of hiding it.

Layla ran up and hugged me, fervently asking if I was okay. Magenta, Ethan, and Zach crowded around me too, while Warren hung back by the door as if unsure that he should be there.

"Of course I'm not okay. How could I be?" I replied faintly, then, after a moment's thought, asked, "Is Lash dead?"

Zach snickered, answering my question, "No, he's not dead, but he is still out of it. You really knocked him out cold, yo."

I gave a tiny smile, thinking that maybe I could get over this and move on. Kyle was right; there was nothing I could do about these new powers. I'd just have to deal with it. My friends—yes, I call them friends after this—were making me feel so much better.

Magenta gave me a small hug and exclaimed in mock-surprise, "She smiles! I think maybe she'll live!"

"I think I want to go home now," I said wearily.

"That's too bad for you," Kyle replied blithely, "We still have to go for practice. It should make you feel better, it usually does."

"What does?" Ethan asked curiously.

I shrugged, "It's…not important. I'll tell you guys later. Maybe. If you ask really nice. 'Till then, see you all later. I'd hate to be late, you know. Erm, what time is it, anyway?"

Warren finally spoke up, "Are you sure you're alright?"

I hesitated, then nodded my head firmly, "I'll be okay. Nothing I can't get over eventually. I'll have some ice cream later, and I'll be fine. Really. Now, what time is it?"

"Time to go," responded Kyle, "So let's go."

He led me out the door of the detention room into the hall. I glanced back and saw them all watching me uncertainly, even Warren. Then Kyle teleported me away, and their worried looks were out of sight.