Disclaimer: Anyone or anything that wasn't in the movie is mine, and anyone or anything that was in the movie is not.
Author's Note: Well, I was kicked off the computer for a long time because of the whole haircut incident, but I'm back on. Were you guys worried? Not being on the computer for so long has given me writer's block big time, so please, bear with me. The story is almost complete.
Chapter 35: Complications
The moment was wrecked when Kyle burst into the room without so much as a knock on the door, which startled me into phasing through the floor, not to mention Warren. I landed in the living room with me head spinning, mentally noting that taking someone's personality doesn't necessarily mean taking their power too, much to my dismay. I teleported back up to my room and pointed at Kyle angrily, about to tell him off. The two different images of my brother merged together again as I stopped seeing double, and I adjusted my arm to point at the actual Kyle, instead of the wall beside him.
"What the heck! Don't you know how to knock?" I demanded.
"Just checking to see if you were home, and I see that you are. And since Warren's not dead, I'm simply going to assume that you've realized that my plan was a good one, and you won't kill me," he said carefully, putting his hands up defensively and glancing at Warren to make sure he seriously wasn't dead.
Warren was alive, though he did look kind of uncomfortable just then. I suppose it was an awkward situation, all things considered.
"You don't just walk into people's rooms without knocking, Kyle, especially if they're killers and you're their next potential target. And just 'cause Warren's not dead doesn't mean that you aren't. Going behind my back like that, it's just not what siblings do—"
Warren interrupted me before I could get into details by saying, "Okay, Eve, don't kill Kyle. He was just trying to help. Don't be violent."
"That was so hypocritical of you, Mr. 'I'll set fire to anyone who looks at me sideways," I replied, trying my hardest not to smile.
Apparently Warren can be as easily amused as me at times, because he holding back a grin too. It wasn't that funny. Kyle didn't really see what we were laughing at.
"Alright…I think you should be going to sleep soon, Eevee. You have to get up early tomorrow morning and go to 'weekend detention' for trying to kill what's-her-face. And since I'm on wake-up duty tomorrow, I think you need to get your rest. I don't want to get injured," Kyle stated, then turned to Warren, "I'll teleport you home, since there's no telling if I'll get Eve back to our house if I let her take you."
"You have a dirty mind, Kyle," I told him, giving him a smack upside the head for that little comment before exclaiming, "Wait, what? I have detention on a Saturday again? God, I thought that being suspended was the punishment; Powers is clearly going into over-kill here. How many people get detention on a weekend, besides me? Damn Psyche."
Kyle raised an eyebrow before dryly answering, "Yep, not many besides you. But Powers did call and tell us. Come on, Warren, before she decides to lash out and hit something."
Warren barely had time to wave goodbye before Kyle grabbed his arm and teleported away. I stood there for a few moments trying to piece together all that had happened that night, and then I gave up and changed into pyjamas. I fell asleep fairly early because of the energy drain I got from acquiring Warren's powers, and didn't have too much time to dwell on the night's events.
The next day, Kyle did actually have some trouble waking me up, though I can't remember because I was, of course, asleep. He did manage to jolt me awake by splashing me in the face with a glass of water, which I did not appreciate. However, ice-cold water in the face first thing in the morning did piss me off enough to trigger Warren's personality, and the flames that came with it dried me off. The flames also scorched Kyle's shirt when he wasn't quick enough to dodge the fireball I threw at him. I'm not a morning person.
Since I was already out of bed—I had to stand to take aim at Kyle's head—I figured that I might as well stay up and get dressed. I picked out a long-sleeved green shirt and pulled overtop it a black t-shirt that had 'Out of my mind…back in five minutes' written on it, then chose a pair of baggy green camouflage cargo pants. I ran a brush through my hair and put my Oakley hat on, then put on my necklace and went downstairs to the kitchen.
I had enough time to eat an Eggo before my dad told me to get to school for detention, so I grabbed a sandwich bag of Goldfish crackers and shoved it in my messenger bag before heading out the door. Once I got outside, I smacked myself in the forehead for forgetting my powers and teleported to school.
I always hate having to come to school when there aren't any classes; mainly because I don't want to be there if I don't have classes, but also because it's so creepily quiet. Is it just me? Since the majority of the students weren't there—me being the minority, I suppose—most of the lights weren't on, and there was just enough light that I didn't run into lockers or anything like that. Anyway, I made my way through the dim hallways until I got to the detention room door.
I expected to find Powers there waiting for me, but no. I'm not a patient person and wanted to get detention over with, so I started wandering around looking for her. After a fruitless search, I returned to the detention room door, and she still wasn't there. I know I'm supposed to do my time and whatnot, but only an idiot would try to break into that accursed white room because there was no to let them in. 'Her loss,' I thought, 'I'll sit in there and slowly lose the tenuous grip on my sanity some other time to make it up.' And with that, I started walking back through the gloom to the front door.
About three hallways later, I smacked myself in the forehead again for forgetting that I could teleport. I was about to do just that when I happened to glance down one hall and see Warren down at the far end. Well what the hell?
"Warren?" I called.
He disappeared around a corner, showing no sign that he'd even heard me. I stood there for a second in shock that he'd ignore me like that, and then ran down the hall to catch up with him. I turned the corner and almost ran into someone. Some girl with long brown hair was standing by a locker with a guy that looked like an older version of Warren.
"Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else," I began to apologize, then asked, "Wait, who are you and what are you doing here?"
"My name is Gwen Grayson, I used to go to school here," that brunette girl replied, giving me a 'winning' smile, like she was a prom queen or something.
I thought the name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd heard it. I just knew that I didn't like her. When I automatically dislike someone, I get suspicious.
I turned to the Warren look-alike and warily commented, "You look like someone I know."
"I know," he responded, an evil smirk turning up the corners of his lips as fire spread up his arms from his hands.
Gwen's smile faded away and she nonchalantly remarked, "Baron and I have been waiting for you a while now, Eve, so either you're late or Psyche got the time wrong."
"Baron…Baron Battle!" I thought out loud, starting to back away slowly, "And Gwen Gra…Royal Pain! Shit!"
In the split second it took me to decide between fight and flight, Gwen pulled out a fluorescent green stone that I knew all too well. Kyle and Warren came skidding around the corner and ran into the two villains, and a newspaper fell from Kyle's hand as he collapsed. It landed next to my head as I hit the floor, and the headline was right in front of my face. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the headline, "STREETS NO LONGER SAFE: THREE DANGEROUS SUPERVILLAINS ESCAPE FROM PRISON".