Fire and Ice
By Rayven Darkheart
Disclaimer: This is the only place you will find this, period. I do not own any characters except my originals. Though I do wish I owned Warren Peace, I sadly don't. Feh.
Prologue
"Brooklyn, you're going to be late if you don't hurry for the bus. It's your first day." Brooklyn grumbled and was about to throw the blanket back over her head when she felt 30 pounds drop seemingly out of nowhere right on top of her chest.
With an "oomph," she opened one eye to see a chestnut and white dog with pricked ears staring at her, panting happily. "You're going to be the death of me, aren't you boy?" The dog took this as a chance to snuggle closer to her, enjoying the contact. "Go tell dad I'll be down in a moment." The dog grumbled and hopped off of the girl's bed, running off on his stubby legs to see the person in the kitchen.
The girl shook her head and stumbled into the bathroom. Opening her eyes, she took the first look of the day at herself and almost jumped in fright. Her black and blue hair had seen better days and Brooklyn took a minute to run a brush through it. Brushing her teeth, she listened to her father playing with her dog in the kitchen.
Running into her room, she grabbed jeans that were embellished with jewels from her closet along with a black hooded sweatshirt. She dressed herself quickly, just in time to see her dog nip the back of her father's pants. "I swear dad, Chernobog is going to rip a hole in you yet."
The man chuckled and tossed an apple at the girl. She caught it and took a bite out of it. "Don't worry, if he does, he knows what will happen." He gave a hooting laugh at the look on his daughter's face. "I swear I won't put your dog in an ice block again. Damn thing had it coming though."
"Oh, yeah, I'm sure a four month old Corgi puppy really had that coming." Brooklyn looked at her watch again. "Do I really have to go today?"
The man ran his fingers through his daughter's hair softly before replying. "Yes, you do. It's not like you can go where your mother and I went. Sky High is a good school. You'll make new friends. You can't exactly keep going where you were after what happened, now can you?"
The girl shook her head and bent down to kiss Chernobog between the ears softly then gave her dad a hug. "No, I can't. I've got to run. I have to go to the corner to catch the bus. Bye dad." The man watched as his daughter took off out the door and started toward the bus stop with a sigh.
Brooklyn stood on the corner silently, listening to the conversations of those around her. Most of them seemed overly thrilled to be different, to be weird. She wasn't. She didn't appreciate losing all of her friends. She noticed one person who made his displeasure of the talkative freshmen known.
He looked to be about a year older than her. His black hair had streaks of crimson throughout it, much like hers had blue. She stepped closer to the quiet boy and stayed silent. He managed to give Brooklyn a death glare just as the bus pulled up. "The mourning look's over, isn't it?" The glare increased as Brooklyn grinned. "Oh, get over yourself already."
The students loaded onto the bus and as each one stepped up, the driver introduced himself, "Ron Wilson, bus driver. Hi Ron Wilson, bus driver," and so on. Each student ignored him for one reason or another until one scraggly haired boy asked if he was aboard the bus to Sky High. Ron Wilson, bus driver, snapped the doors shut quickly. "What are you trying to do, let every villain around know where we are? What's your name, freshman?"
As the boy introduced himself as Will Stronghold, Ron Wilson reacted with such vigor that Brooklyn had to roll her eyes. 'And I thought Dad could be chipper.' The boy finally found a way to lose Ron's interest and came to sit beside her. Sighing softly and remembering her manners, Brooklyn stuck out her hand. "Hi Will Stronghold, Brooklyn Drake."
Will took her hand gratefully and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Brooklyn. May I ask you a personal question?" He waited for her to nod. "Have you gotten your powers yet?"
She smiled and waited for him to feel the sudden cold. She looked down at the same time he did and gazed at his suddenly iced over hand. "I got my powers last year. Have you gotten yours?"
The boy seemed hesitant for a moment before responding. "Yes, of course I have. I want it to be a surprise though." The girl nodded silently and glanced down, staying silent for the rest of the trip.
The students arrived safely and were given their tour by Gwen Grayson. It was now time for the freshman Power Placements. All of the freshmen were in the gymnasium looking at a platform with a single man standing on top of it. "My name's Coach Boomer, also known as Sonic Boom. We're doing Power Placements. No wasting my time. Let's get the first one up here. You first." He pointed at a random student.
The students went one by one. Zach became a sidekick, as did Layla, Will, Ethan, and Magenta. Next Boomer pointed at Brooklyn. She mounted the platform silently, hoping that she would not have the same fate as her friends. "Name."
"Brooklyn Drake, sir."
The coach looked up at her. "Drake, as in Bobby Drake?" She nodded her head slowly. "Your father's a good man. What's your power?"
"I can control ice."
The coach nodded his head and wrote something down. He almost looked like he was going to dismiss her when he hollered, "Car!"
An enormous, rusted car dropped quickly toward Brooklyn's head. She lifted her left hand and iced it over. Smiling, she then spun around and kicked the car, making it shatter into countless pieces.
The coach laughed heartily at the feat. "Very good, Drake. Hero!"