Chapter Five;

"What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump."

Warren winced at the upbeat tune. Will had been playing with his I-pod. For a moment he considered throwing it across the room, but, as he was alone, he decided to listen. If Will liked the Black Eyed Peas, they must be ok.

"My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump!" He sang along. "No Warren! No!" He shouted as he pulled the headphones from his ears. He set down his I-pod, shook his head and surveyed the mass of papers and documents surrounding him on the cold metallic floor of Barron Battles old lair. It had been hours since he had discovered the hideaway, and he was finally gotten to the last pile of papers. So far a lot of it had been useless, just his fathers plans for world domination, secret machine documents and lots of junk. However, the last file he opened had proved rewarding. Inside was a list of names, with their powers next to them. His father's name was at the top of the list.

"He was the leader." Warren said quietly to himself "and they were his followers...just like she said"

He scanned the list of names until he found the one he was looking for. Ange Fletcher. Power: Power theft."

Warren smiled slightly. At least now he knew he wasn't just being paranoid. There were people after him, for what he had done to his father. His followers were gonna come after him, and try to get to him through the things he held close to him. Like his friends. Like Will. He picked up the papers, stuffed them into his jacket pocket and stood up, and walked over to the exit. There was nothing else here of interest. He climbed through the doors and blinked as his eyes adjusted to the darkness that was hanging over the metropolis of Maxville like a thick smog. He sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Why does life have to be so hard?" He thought to himself as he started on the long walk back to is home. The police had finished with the crime scene a long time ago, but Josie Stronghold had insisted Warren stay with them until he felt better. It had been nice, to be around Will and to be around a real family, but Warren needed his space. So tonight he was finally going home.

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Warren finally reached his home two hours later. His feet ached inside his heavy boots and his eyes were drooping slightly. As he walked across the lawn he noticed the last piece of yellow police tape on his front door. He snatched it off, and ignited it in his hands. He had seen way too much of that in his life. He opened the door and stepped inside, ignoring the lurching feeling in his stomach. The last time he had been here, he had found his mother dead, and killed his father. Warren shook his head dismissively. He didn't have time to think about that. He closed the door behind him and trudged up to the bathroom on the second floor.

As he reached the top of the stairs he looked at his mothers bedroom door. It was open. Warren walked over and for a moment allowed himself to forget what had happened, to imagine his mother sitting in her room, the way she used to be, sitting in front of her mirror, brushing her hair. But no. He closed her door and sighed. He hadn't quite been honest with the others. He really wasn't ok. He had told the others it was ok, he had continued to live his life, working and going to school, wearing the typical Warren hates everything mask he had become accustomed to. But inside he cried. Inside he wasn't living. As much as his mother had changed, she was still his mother, the person he could always rely on, no matter what. And now she was gone, because of him.

"It's not my fault." He said aloud.

But somewhere, in the depths of his mind, a small voice said "Liar. If you had just thought before you ran to Will..."

"No, it's not my fault." He said and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the light and stared in the mirror. The person inside looked so different to the man who had lay on the beach with Will a few weeks earlier. His eyes had big dark circles beneath them, his cheeks sinking in slightly. His long hair was limp and dry. Warren took off his jacket and pulled off the tight black shirt he had been wearing. His chest displeased him even more. Where once was hard, tight muscle, now his chest was softer and less defined. The cuts along his wrist partially covered by his flame tattoos were the only part he recognized.

"Warren you're a mess." He said to the face in the mirror "and Will must have noticed. Time to get back on your feet."

He looked in the mirror for a few more seconds, sniffed loudly and then stripped out of the rest of his clothes. He turned the shower up as high as possible and stepped inside.

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A/N : So, this is as far as I have got. I have a lot of ideas about whats gonna happen in the rest of this story arch, as well as the next one (having Warren sing my humps really makes me want to do something musical...)

I kinda wanna write for the other characters, Magenta and all them, but im not sure. Any opinions?

P.S Aww, Ange... like my best work buddy! you rock Lil' Lady!