AN: These next few chapters have been redone to increase your reading enjoyment. They were embarrassingly bad and I would like to thank you, my readers, who have stuck it out in the hopes that future chapters would be better. And now, the new and improved…

Tut, Tut, it Looks Like Rain

The seven of them were standing in front of the large window behind Principle Power's desk, watching with amazed faces as the sun that had been warming them on the steps outside was quickly covered with thick, black clouds that rumbled with thunder.

"That was quick." Maj quipped.

"Wasn't it raining earlier?"

"Yea…" Margaret said slowly. She remembered the fogged windows in the science lab, but the sky hadn't looked anything then like it did now. Those were cold, sleet clouds. The ones starting to circle about the school were violent and angry.

"So the weather's weird," Warren said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "So what?"

"Yea. It's probably just a hurricane." Zach shrugged.

"This isn't Florida," Ethan corrected as he adjusted his glasses nervously. "The National Weather Center has been sending us reports. The weather in Maxville's downtown area has been changing dramatically on a seven minute average rotation."

"Which means?" Will asked.

"There have been ten alternating power outages and surges in the past three hours," Principle Powers said from her perch on the edge of her desk. "The entire downtown area has been closed off and the Pawnee River Bridge has been closed. West Bridge is completely shut off."

"Why?" Margaret asked.

Principle Powers turned around and switched on a large projector screen opposite the window. A home-video of an airport security checkpoint starting playing. The picture was in black and white and of a pretty grainy quality. It showed a man in a dark business suit handing his ticket to a security officer as he passed through the metal detectors. He looked over his shoulder just before he walked through and smiled as though he knew the camera was there. Principle Powers paused the tape.

"This was taken yesterday afternoon at LAX. The security officers thought it might be suspicious and they sent it Washington who cross checked it with Interpol. We received this," She indicated an open manila folder on her desk with various forms and pictures scattered about. "Along with the tape this afternoon just after the attack on Maxville began."

"Who is that?" Will asked, staring at the still smiling man on the screen.

"King Kamaya- Mayhem."

Will scoffed and gave a short, sputtering laugh. "That's impossible. My parents destroyed him. We have his surfboard in the secret sanctum."

"Your parents destroyed his father. This is Kamaya- Mayhem's son."

"Prince Kamaya- Mayhem?" Layla asked.

"The king is dead." Ethan corrected. "Long live the king."

"He must be psychotic." Layla observed.

"He's lethal." Principle Powers added.

"He's gorgeous." Maj finished. Zach bristled slightly.

Margaret couldn't help but agree with her. The man on the screen was a giant of a man. He'd have to stoop to pass through the metal detectors and she wondered how he'd fit through with those shoulders… He was tan, even in the black and white of the security tape, and his teeth looked like bleached pearls set against that skin. She could see his hair pulled back into a long braid that his him somewhere between the shoulder blades. Truth be told, shed always liked guys with long hair. She looked over at Warren and was thankful he was too busy watching the sky to notice her staring.

"He attacked two members of personnel at LAX. One of them is on life support and not expected to make it through the night. The other died en route to the ER."

"And now he's in Maxville?" Layla asked, her voice betraying her worry.

"And I'll bet he wants revenge?" Will ventured. Principle Powers nodded.

"That's so lame. Villain's kids. Why can't these guys come up with something else to be destructive about?" Margaret saw Warren tense up slightly.

"So, what does he do, make it rain?" Zach finally asked.

"He controls the weather," Margaret answered, to everyone's surprise. "Like his dad did, right?"

"Something like that. His father controlled seismic weather-"

"Earthquakes and volcanoes and the like." Ethan explained."

"That's why he was such a good surfer." Margaret added. Warren quirked an eyebrow but said nothing.

"But it seems his son has control over atmospheric weather-"

"Rain and tornadoes." Ethan finished again. Principle Powers shot him a slightly annoyed look and the young man blushed. "Sorry." He mumbled as he adjusted his glasses.

"So he makes it rain." Zach stated, more than pleased with himself for having guessed right.

"The buses can't get to the school in these conditions." Powers explained. "We need you to go down there and stop Kamaya- Mayhem so that the students can go home. If not-"

"They'll all be stranded up here?" Zach asked, his face wide with sudden concern. There were few things in the world that really disturbed him, but forcing teenagers to stay in school well past three o'clock was one of them. "So what do we do?" He asked, a self righteous flame burning in his eyes. Maj grinned up at him.

"We wait for my parents." Will explained, leaning against the window.

Principle Powers shook her head. "They're in Kuala Lumpur. They won't be back for a while, it seems. We need you." She repeated.

"Us?" Maj asked.

"Wait," Margaret began slowly. "He's already sent two civilians to the morgue and you want us to go down there and… do something to him? We're in high school. We can't even vote yet-"

"What are his weaknesses?" Layla asked, cutting her off. Margaret stammered to a halt and looked around, Even Maj was pulling out of her usually angst slump and giving her attention to the older woman in the remarkable suit.

"Not too sure. He's never attacked the mainland before and we're having trouble getting his dossier from Hawaii's 5-0."

"So we're going in blind?" Margaret asked, visibly bothered by the idea.

"Consider it field training." Principle Powers smiled and motioned to her door. Will straightened up and sighed. He started for the door when Priciple Powers stopped him.

"Mr. Stronghold, this isn't a search and destroy mission. You're only supposed to nutralize him long enough for us to remove the students. Understand?"

"What about East Bridge?" Margaret asked. "What are we supposed to do about it-"

"I understand." Will answered. He jerked his head towards the door and stalked out, the group following. Except for Margaret. She had he mouth open and ready to argue when Warren once more grabbed the crook of her elbow and yanked her out into the hall. She stumbled out of his grip and brushed him off of her, giving him the most menacing frown she could muster. Warren just moved on down the hall.

The hall ways were empty and quiet and the whole building had an eerie calm to it. Margaret got the feeling that this might be the last time she'd see the familiar lockers. She shivered.

"You cold." Warren almost asked, not looking at her as he lumbered down the hall next to her.

"No." She lied. "This just doesn't feel right."

"What doesn't?"

"Principle Powers was way too cheery to send us off."

"She's a leader, Meg." She shivered a bit at her nickname. So, he had been paying attention during power placement. "Leaders can't show cracks. Look at Stronghold." He pointed to the tall back that was leading the pack of multi-coloured misfits. "He's so scared about this, but you can't tell by looking at him."

"Then how do you know?"

"I've seen him afraid before." Warren almost smiled. Margaret rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the fearful shakes that were coursing through her like bolts of electricity. She didn't want to get hurt, or worse, and she just knew that if anyone was going to be a casualty it was going to be her. There they were, the crew of the Star Ship Enterprise, and she was crewman number six. She was doomed.

"I can't do this." She said quietly.

"Yes you can." Warren answered back, his tone almost gentle, which startled her even more.

"I can't cut it in P.E. How am I supposed to do this?"

"I'll take care of you."

She looked at him incredulously.

"'Cause if you die, I doubt Uncle Boomer'll pass me." He finished. Margaret almost laughed. Thank god he was joking. For a moment she'd almost hoped he was serious-

The winds nearly knocked her over as she passed through the main doors. Students who were sitting on the grass and steps, waiting for the busses, were running like Dorothy against the tornado for whatever shelter they find. Margaret felt her clothes being pinned to the front of her body by the wind and her hair was sweeping backwards like a windsock- and the wind was only getting stronger.

"Alright, here's the plan." Will was shouting above the tempest. Margaret felt a large, fat rain drop fall onto her cheek and looked up. The grey clouds were starting to swirl against the green sky. Tornado weather. Margaret looked back at Will. She couldn't see any fear in him whatsoever. Even as his face contorted in the strong winds, he was nothing but sure. She hoped Warren was wrong about Will being afraid. Besides, she was scared enough for all them.

"Once we're down there we'll split up." Margaret realized he was talking to Warren, who nodded at the instructions. The two of them were like the battle-worn generals she'd done report on in her junior high history classes. There was an ease to their planning that both amazed and frightened Margaret. Did she really trust them not to pull some vain-glorious move? " I'll take Layla and Zach." Will finished.

"And Magenta." Zach added as he grabbed the shorter girl's hand. Margaret wasn't positive, but she thought she saw Maj blush.

"Okay, then you have Margaret and Ethan. Okay?" Warren nodded.

"How are we getting down there?" Margaret yelled.

"Will flies." Layla explained, finishing with a proud look at her boyfriend.

"He has only two arms. He can't carry us all down there."

Layla paused for only a second before she threw her arms out. From nowhere, it seemed, thick, green vines began to wrap themselves around the group. Zach and Margaret squealed as they were roped in like cattle around Will. Warren looked vaguely annoyed.

"Everyone just hold on." Will called over the winds as he pushed off. Margaret felt her sandals leave the ground and her stomach lurched a bit. She tightened her grip on the vine around her waist and squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to imagine herself in a calm, safe place, but all she could think of was Warren and how close he was. The fact that she could feel the sleeve of his leather jacket rubbing against her arm wasn't helping.

She was still occupied with the Warren slide show running involuntarily through her head when she felt earth under her feet again. Her face was tingling and wind blown and she could feel her hair surrounding her like an afro-halo, but she could feel that the winds had died down. She slowly opened her eyes and frowned as she looked about her.

"Well," Warren said as he freed himself of Layla's vines. "This sucks."