A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, I'm really excited about this chapter!

Also, am so sorry it's been so long since I last updated! I've just had so much schoolwork it's been untrue!

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Warren sat on a bench in the school grounds just staring at his feet. He was, quite frankly, bored. School had let out at 3pm and it was only 4.30 now!

Principal Powers had asked everyone who wasn't involved in the Showcase to go home and be back for the start at 5.30pm. She said it was because she was leaving as well and wasn't happy with not knowing who was wandering around the school. Personally, Warren found that a bit strange but, whatever, she was the principal.

This meant all the teachers had gone home as well, leaving Coach Boomer in charge of around 60 pretty powerful kids. Unfortunately, there had been some sort of problem with the stone columns the kids were supposed to be destroying so he'd left the participating students to their own devices until 5pm when they had to be back in the gym.

The freshmen seemed to have congregated in the main hall but Warren, surprisingly, wasn't in the mood for a bunch of peppy kids getting excited about blasting a piece of stone.

A cold winter wind whistled through the campus. Odd, Warren thought, I've never felt the wind in here before. The shield must be down.

The shield was a forcefield created by the school to keep it safe from the perils of hanging in the sky, namely stray birds and the occasional low flying plane that hadn't been informed of the large permanent structure occupying airspace over Manhattan.

Usually vehicles (and people) could only break through the shield if the scanners recognised them. However, what with all the 'unrecognised forms' that would be attending the school that evening, the shield had been lowered for ease and so the 'esteemed guests' wouldn't have to suffer any inconveniences.

Warren shivered as the wind blew through the campus again. Even though he disliked the excitement his classmates were generating, he disliked the bitterly cold wind even less. As he picked up his stuff and started to walk back towards the building, a strange, invisible force was at work slowly sliding his father's ring off his finger with the utmost care. Warren didn't notice and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans against the cold.

He hadn't realised just how much the shield protected them from.

The ring, meanwhile, was slowly making its way through the air back towards the tree behind the bench Warren had been sitting on. A delicate, pale hand closed over the orange gem that glowed so brightly now.

I can't believe I'm doing this! If Uncle Schnee doesn't let me help him now, what the hell will it take? I've followed Warren Peace since uncle told me he was looking for him and now he's vulnerable without the ring. If he doesn't strike now, I will.

The shadowy figure walked, shoulders hunched, towards the school. The wind had to be a sign he was coming. He was, wasn't he? He'd be a fool to miss out on this opportunity.

Warren was lying on the floor in the main hall, his head resting on his bag, trying to drown out his peers with his music. His hand went to the third finger of his right hand. It was a habit he had, twirling his ring, when he was bored or anxious. Right now he was a little of both. His hand closed around an empty finger.

His ring! Where was his ring? He patted his pockets and looked around on the floor. He hadn't noticed it coming off. He was filled with an overwhelming fear. He needed to get the ring back. He'd only just reached the doors to check the grounds when he walked into the solid figure of Coach Boomer blocking his path.

'And just where do you think you're going Mr. Peace? It's 5pm and you are staying here.'

'But Coach I need to – '

'Whatever it is it can wait. When I say 5, I mean 5!'

'But Coach – '

'NOW!' yelled the Coach, displaying his impressive vocal talents.

Warren slunk back into the hall and followed the rest of the students into the gym. It was set up for the Showcase.

On one side of the room was a long set of bleachers reaching from one end to the other. Opposite them was silver staging in front of a large set of windows draped with a giant Sky High banner. Between the bleachers and the windows were the five stone columns they had practised on earlier that day except whole and unscorched, of course.

The students would line up in their rows facing the columns with their backs to the audience and one after the other would display their power.

'Right, so once you've done your bit wait for everyone else on the line to do so and then file off to the right and sit in the designated area,' the Coach asserted. 'Ok, it is now 5.10 so - '

The windows behind the banner suddenly burst open and the banner itself was blown towards the Coach, entangling him in its folds.

A figure in white floated up from below the open window surrounded by a further ten figures, all dressed in black, each bearing a motif on their cloaks of a white tornado. The man at the front of the group resembled someone Warren had seen before…and had nearly killed. The man before him was completely drained of colour, white skin, eyes, and hair, everything except for an orange gem set in silver.

Warren's ring.

The students were screaming, huddling together, trying to hide under the bleachers but Warren could barely hear them. He stood stock still in the middle of the gym floor, watching the powerful, floating form toss his ring back and forth.

'So, Mr. Peace. I've waited a long time to see you.'

His voice had a surprisingly smooth quality, one you would expect from a civilised gentleman who would offer you tea. Not one who would burst into your school and scare your classmates.

'You look exactly how I imagined. The spitting image of your father.'

At this he sailed in through the window landing just in front of the stone columns. He extended a pale, ghostly hand to Warren.

'Delighted, I'm sure.'

Warren didn't take the hand. He was burning inside but from somewhere a voice of reason appeared which warned him against taking an aggressive stance with someone who obviously had an awful lot more power than he did. Instead, he settled for adding a severely hostile tone to his voice.

'Who the hell are you? And how did you get…' He trailed off; the shield. It left a wide window of opportunity for every super-villain on the planet to walk in. When this is over, he reminded himself, Principal Powers really needs a good talking to.

But, a thought drifted across Warren's brain, no one was supposed to be able to find the school unless they already knew where it was. Or if someone told them…

'How did you find us?' demanded Warren.

'One question at a time Mr. Peace. My name is Arctic Wind, an arch-nemesis of your father for many years. His arrest was the result of one of my most ingenious traps. When the Commander locked him away, well my life was made so much easier! As to how I found you, that has to be the part of my plan I'm most proud of.'

'I believe you know my niece, Raven,' Wind continued, 'it was she who told me that you were at her school, and then she used her powers to strip you of the one thing that made you invulnerable to my powers; this ring. This hunk of metal has restricted me for so many years but now it's off, I can complete my plan – to destroy the Peace family.'

'But why? My dad's already in jail! What can come of my death?' Warren demanded angrily.

God, his classmates were useless. Crying, shaking lumps. Were they or were they not the superheroes of the future?

'Ah, but its not just your death that will destroy your family. One member of it will survive…'

He gestured towards the window and Raven appeared from below with another person who was in her power. A large black helmet covered her head and mouth leaving only her eyes and nose poking out.

'Mom! What – ?' Warren exclaimed, 'What have you done to her, you evil…'

'Now, now Mr. Peace, she's perfectly safe, no harm shall come to her. You see, a long time ago your mother, father and I all attended Sky High together, the same class actually. Your mother and I were very much in love but then your father appeared on the scene and discredited me. He told her all about my villainous plans for you see, by that time I was already well on the way towards the title of super villain. Your father, on the other hand, was still a good guy and pulled your mother away from me into his arms. They had you and then… well, you know the rest.'

He smiled, if you could call it that. 'I have waited for this moment for so long. With you gone, your mother will be vulnerable. That helmet you see on her prevents her from using her powers and she will have no choice but to be with me. But for that to happen, you must die!'

Arctic Wind raised his arms and an almighty wind whipped through the gym. It spun Warren round and round in circles and try as he might he could not power up. Every time he got anything resembling a flame lit it was instantly blown out.

The wind grew colder, ice, snow and hail were incorporated into the gusts that enclosed Warren. He grew colder and colder, his will fading, he wanted to sit down, to sleep.

Meanwhile the guys in the black robes had sought out Warren's classmates and were attacking them. It turned out that when attacked, the red head could do some pretty awesome stuff with trees and vines but everytime she got one of them bound, another would free him. It seemed a never-ending cycle. The Stronghold kid had managed to break up one of the columns and was throwing it at various bad guys but they were no good. Someone was destroying them before they even made impact. The kids were running out of ideas and Warren was dying.

'Uncle, stop!' Suddenly Raven ran forward. 'Stop! You told me he wouldn't die!'

'And did you really expect me to keep my word child? I have not waited this long to be left unsatisfied. No, Mr. Peace here will die before the night is over. It's only a matter of time. Look, he's already in a ball on the floor. Pitiful, nothing compared to his father.'

'No!

Raven ran towards Warren, curled up and shaking. He could feel the life slipping from him. He was cold, so cold and all he wanted to do was to let go but something inside of him was stronger. He was not going to die like this.

Suddenly a giant forcefield sprung up around him. The wind was gone and Raven was standing next to him, trying to hold off the winds of her uncle. She was shaking from the effort but the shield was holding.

Warren's conscience kicked in, he was still alive but only just. He knew he had to warm up and tried igniting. Nothing. He tried again and a small flicker of warmth ran along his arms. Again and again he tried while the girl who had at first tried to get him killed now tried to save his life. Eventually, huge flames exploded from his arms and he felt the life rush back into his body.

'You can shoot out of this thing you know!' Raven yelled over the noise of the winds.

He turned to look at her, hate and rage coursing through his body. But no, he needed her to stay alive for the time being. He shot fireballs at the guys in black, helping his friends because they had definitely not being expecting an attack from behind. They fell to the ground, stunned and his classmates stared at him, surprised as he was that he was still alive.

He turned to face Arctic Wind and looked at him in a new light. Before he had just been an aggressor but now it was personal. The winds had momentarily stopped as the villain stared at his destroyed minions. Warren took his opportunity and sunk a series of possibly the most powerful fireballs he'd ever thrown into the guy's chest.

He staggered; fell onto his knees but wasn't defeated yet. He sent a blast of ice at Raven, knocking her down and destroying the forcefield that had protected him.

'What now boy?' The once suave voice was now croaky as he died slowly. 'What are you going to do now? I'm dying but I can still kill your mother - ,'

He shot another blast of ice at the place where Mrs. Peace had been standing.

'What, where did she go?' Arctic Wind and Warren looked around in confusion.

'Warren, kill him!' shouted someone, 'We've got your mom!'

Warren didn't need any further encouragement and joined his hands together, creating a giant fireball.

'You put my father away and almost killed me You tried to kill my mother but you failed. It would seem the Peace family will be your demise after all.'

And at this Warren threw the giant ball of flames at the deathly white villain who fell over, dead.