Sara

Four Hours Before Homecoming:

"You look gorgeous." Sara smiled.

She looked at her sister law as she adjusted the black hijab wrapped around her hair. Sara was surprised to see the girl without her niqab. Although whenever Fouzia visited she didn't wear any religious headscarves, in public she usually stuck with her niqab. Now Sara could see her delicate red face.

"Thanks." Fouzia smiled.

Fouzia looked back at her reflection in the mirror. She seemed uncertain about something.

"Everything okay? I noticed you're not going to wear your niqab?" Sara asked.

Fouzia shrugged. "You don't wear anything to cover up."

"My upbringing wasn't as traditional Muslim as yours." Sara chuckled.

Sara smiled fondly thinking of her adolescence. The great times she had at Hamilton High. Things were simpler then. She was simpler then. If only she never came to the Morning Star Academy.

"Did I ever tell you how Sarah lashed out at everyone in our class before the rescue assignment?" Fouzia asked.

Sara shrugged. "I'm not sure, you talk about her insulting people a lot. She's quite the HBIC."

Fouzia raised an eyebrow. "HBIC?"

"Head Bitch in Charge? Sorry, my slang is dated." Sara blushed.

Fouzia chuckled. "Anyway, she basically claimed that I don't wear my niqab for religious reasons but as a way to push people away."

Sara bit the inside of her cheek. She tried not to get too involved in Sarah's schemes. Given the fact Fouzia was family, Amanda would see anything she reported as Sara being too protective. Sarah seemed like a nice girl at heart, however that didn't take away from the fact that she had an excellent gift of getting underneath people's skin.

She reminded Sara of a young Janelle. Popular, pretty, cunning, but still so unhappy. Then again Sarah was nowhere near as refined as Janelle, Sara was pretty sure she once caught her and Matt making out in the teacher's lounge.

"Sarah had a point though. I do use my niqab as a way to push people away. I guess I hope that if they don't like me because of my religion I won't ever have to learn if they would've hated me anyway because of my personality." Fouzia mumbled.

Sara frowned. She took a step closer to the girl and shook her head.

"Don't be silly. Fouzia you're amazing." Sara assured.

Fouzia laughed. "Of course, I know that now. But I got to thinking it's disrespectful to my culture and myself if I wear my niqab for superficial reasons. Don't get me wrong I'm not questioning my faith, I've just decided to make the transition from niqab to hijabs."

Sara smiled and pulled her sister in law in for a hug. Even though she didn't grow up with Fouzia it often felt like the girl was her little sister.

"I'm proud of you for taking that step." Sara grinned.

Fouzia's phone buzzed, pulling them out of the conversation. Fouzia reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She laughed when she read the text.

"Who's that from? A cute boy?" Sara chuckled.

"Nope, it's from Sarah," Fouzia said nonchalantly.

Sara's face fell. "What?"

What had she missed?

"I thought you guys hated each other?" Sara asked.

If she remembered correctly Fouzia told her that Sarah asked if she was a terrorist. Sara wanted to report her right then and there, but Fouzia told that to her in confidence. She had to learn to separate being her teacher and being her family. That's why they hardly talked in school. They couldn't afford any bias.

"We do. Turns out we both hate someone else more. When's she not a total bitch, she's actually quite funny." Fouzia shrugged.

"We're going to homecoming together. At least in a group. It's going to be me, Kaleb, Alexander, Maryanne, Hunter, Lex, and Satan..I mean Sarah. Faith is going to meet us there, I think the whole class is going to be there. " Fouzia chuckled.

Sara raised an eyebrow. "So now you're friends with Maryanne and Sarah? Not that I'm not proud of you for being the bigger person, but it seems a little strange. You're not really the forgiving type."

"Maryanne is Alexander's girlfriend, why wouldn't I be friends with her?" Fouzia asked.

Sara shrugged. "I guess a part of me always thought you liked him."

Fouzia cleared her throat. She must not want to talk about this.

"That's ridiculous." She chuckled.

She smiled. "Besides tonight isn't about drama, it's about having fun with my best friends. Plus I'm probably on mom duty. I have to make sure Sarah doesn't hook up with Matt, make sure Hunter doesn't get white girl wasted, and of course make sure Kaleb doesn't get food poisoning." Fouzia sighed.

"I need you to explain all of those things to me." Sara frowned.

Fouzia grinned. "No way. Remember when we're not in school you're not my teacher."

She checked her phone again. "It's getting late. I'm going to meet the others in the common room."

"Have fun," Sara smirked.

Fouzia nodded. "I will. Tell Khaled I said hello."

Sara smiled as she watched Fouzia exit her apartment. She looked around at the empty space. She couldn't wait till she and Khaled moved to a house, the walls in the apartment were thin and the elderly lady next door usually watched TV to the highest volume possible.

Sara reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She had her husband on speed dial and was able to reach him in seconds.

"Hey babe, I'm surprised you're calling at work." He chuckled.

He was aware of Amanda's…well, Amanda-ness.

"She gave me the rest of the day off because of Homecoming. You should have seen how Fouzia was all dressed up, she looked gorgeous!" Sara gushed.

She could practically hear Khaled frowning over the phone.

"She's fourteen she shouldn't be looking gorgeous. From what you told me about the boys in her class they all seem like monsters." He grumbled.

Sara chuckled. "It's cute when you get protective of her. You have nothing to worry about Fouzia is a well trained pyrokinetic, if anything those boys should be scared of her."

"I guess you're right. But if she shows up in nine months pregnant with Jake Hyde's baby, I'm blaming you." He hissed.

She smirked. "Jake Hyde isn't the one you have to be worried about."

"What did you say?" He yelped.

Sara grinned. "Nothing honey. I was just making sure you remembered I'm not cooking tonight because I have to meet some colleagues."

"What kind of colleagues? Do you mean your friends from school?" He asked.

Silence. Sara gulped. She was afraid of this conversation.

"Are you seriously going to meet up with them? Half of them are psychopaths. And don't even get me started on Daniel." Khaled grumbled.

"Oh stop it. Daniel's a sweetheart." Sara smirked.

"That's the problem, he looks like a freaking Greek God. Have you seen that dude's abs?" He said.

"Well Sarah doesn't call him Mr. Daddy for nothing," Sara giggled.

"Haha, very funny," Khaled grumbled.

"Relax, I'm just joking. Besides I'm not going to this meeting because I want to. There are some important things me and my classmates need to discuss." She sighed.

Khaled went quiet. The odds are he knew where this was going. Sara tried not to bring Cyrus up to Khaled, something her husband found obvious. She was sure he wondered why she never talked about the man from her past.

"I have to go, I'll call you later."


Vanessa

"How does my ass look?" Vanessa asked the reporter standing in front of her.

She looked behind her to check herself, admiring her figure in the blue and white jumpsuit.

"Uh…good?" The reporter said sheepishly.

Vanessa frowned. "Just, good! All of America is going to see this ass. I need it to look spectacular."

The reporter coughed nervously. "Your ass looks great, Ms. Mirror."

"Thank you, now was that so hard?" Vanessa grinned.

She turned to look at the city in front of her. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and people were happy. Granted most of them probably had no idea that they were in an area that would be attacked soon. Vanessa was thrilled when she got a tip that a villain was considering robbing the bank nearby. She wanted to be seen as a serious hero. A sexy hero, but a serious one nonetheless. She was mortified to learn that Cow Lady made it into the top ten rankings. Cow Lady! How was a woman whose quirk was turning into a bull better than hers?

"Ms. Mirror you're phone is ringing." He announced.

She sighed and pulled out her phone from her back pocket. It was a text.

SARA: We need to talk.

Vanessa wrinkled her nose. she hadn't talked to her old classmate in ages. The last time they spoke was at her wedding. Vanessa knew Sara was inviting her just to be polite, however, Vanessa heard there was going to be free booze and she couldn't turn that up.

The night was fun for the most part. Of course, Daniel was there. She wasn't prepared to see how good he would look. She also wasn't prepared for how happy he would be with his wife.

VANESSA: About?

SARA: Jenna Markson

Vanessa almost dropped her phone in shock. Jenna Markson. Jenna Markson. Jenna fucking Markson. It was a name she and her classmates promised not to ever utter.

VANESSA: She's dead what else is there to talk about.

SARA: There is so much more we don't know. I'm gathering the others at the coffee shop. I hope you will come.

Vanessa snorted. That was rich. Like any of her old friends would want her there. She hated how they all looked at her like they were better than her. She also knew seeing Daniel would bring back a series of memories she wasn't ready for.

"Ms. Mirror the villain is attacking." The reporter whispered.

Vanessa was pulled out of her fantasy and turned to look at the chaos unfolding behind her. Two men in green spandex suits were running from a burning building, bags of money in their hands.

Vanessa smirked. Now was her chance.

"Go time!" She giggled.

She took off in a sprint towards the crime scene.

"Mirror Magic!" She yelled.

Ms. Mirror

Quirk: Image Reflection- Ms. Mirror can create an exact replica of herself and anybody she looks at.

Vanessa snapped her fingers and her doppelganger appeared. Vanessa turned to her clone and grinned. She pointed to the two villains.

"Go after them." She instructed.

Her clone nodded and did a cartwheel over to the crime scene. Vanessa smirked.

"Points for dramatic flare." She chuckled.

Just as her clone got close a blast of golden lightning slammed into the villains, knocking them several feet backwards. Vanessa growled. No, it couldn't be. She looked up at the roof of a nearby building to see two figures laughing victoriously.

One of them was a man wearing a black bodysuit decorated with various electric imagery. His bodysuit covers his entire face, giving him no discernable features, and two lightning-bolt shaped radio antennae sprouted over his ears. Running down his back was a red cape with golden lightning running down it like veins.

"Electroplant and Cow Lady!" She screamed in frustration.

She was less than thrilled to see the number eight and tenth pro heroes. They always had a way of stealing her thunder.

"Hello, this Ms. Mirror!" Cow Lady giggled.

Her Southern accent practically assaulted her ears. God damn hillbilly. Cow Lady was considered one of the most attractive heroes with her Kentucky charm and golden blond hair. Curling horns emerged from the sides of her head, and the long, pointed ears of a cow. She wore a cowboy outfit, with a dark orange cropped-top, laced and tied together at the bottom, over which she has a sleeveless denim jacket with a short rope tied around her neck.

She turned to Electroplant and smirked. "Thanks for stunning them, I got it from here."

Electroplant

Quirk: Electricity Generation- Electroplant has the ability to constantly generate electricity and hurl the stored electricity into blasts of energy. The downside…he's always generating electricity.

Cow Lady jumped off the ledge, soaring in the air with grace. Just as she was about to hit the ground her body began to shift. Her smooth porcelain skin shifted into brown cow skin. The horns on her head grew in size and her mouth and nose merged into a snout.

As soon as her feet made contact, she was no longer a human but instead a bull.

Cow Lady huffed and charged, her bull form slamming into the two villains knocking them unconscious. Their limp bodies being dragged by her horns

"Knockout!" She yelled.

Cow Lady

Quirk: Bull- Cow Lady has the ability to transform into a massive bull! Strange considering bulls are considered male cows…..

"Hick." Vanessa cursed under her breath.

Cow Lady soon transformed into her human form a bright smile on her face.

She turned to Vanessa with a fake smile on her face.

"So nice to see you Ms. Mirror, it's a good thing you're watching the more experienced heroes. We wouldn't you to mess up now, would we? After all, there's so much you don't know." Cow Lady said passive-aggressively.

"Well, I'm sure someone as old as you as a lot of lessons to teach. However, I do have one question when you turn into a bull do you also get a penis?" Vanessa taunted.

Cow Lady's face fell. She cleared her throat and forced a smile.

"Well, and Electroplant and I better get going. Some heroes actually try to save people and aren't in it for the publicity, after all being in the top ten means that expectations are high." Cow Lady said.

She flipped her blond hair and giggled. "Adios!"

Vanessa scowled. "Perra con cabeza de toro."

SARA: We need to meet.

Vanessa sighed. She supposed she could use some time to relax after Cow Lady and Electroplant ruined what could have been excellent publicity for her.

VANESSA: I'm on my way.


Mo

"Sara, why are we here?" Mo asked.

Mo looked around the table. He was surprised to see all his old classmates together. Even though he worked with Sara, Daniel, and Kurt their relationship was constrained to friendly hellos in the teacher's lounge.

He looked over at the other side of the table. Lucas was playing with a half-eaten coffee cake. Mo wasn't used to see Hell-Priest's glowing red eyes. With his quirk and appearance, Mo constantly had to remind himself Lucas was one of the good guys.

Mo sighed. He never had to question if his friends were the good guys. He just believed it. Too much has changed.

Next to Lucas was Vanessa. The brunette was currently pouring a flask of vodka into her tea. Janelle wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"It's too early for you to be drinking." Janelle gagged.

"Well if this place served alcohol I wouldn't have to bring my own." Vanessa frowned.

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "It's a coffee shop."

"And?" Vanessa challenged.

Mo's eyes drifted to Janelle. She looked just as beautiful as the first time they met. He noticed she was making sure to avoid his eyes. It must be because she knew that he knew the truth. Victoria had to be his daughter. The timelines matched up perfectly.

The only question is why was Janelle hiding it from him?

"Can we get this meeting started?" Lucas asked.

Sara shook her head. "We're waiting for one more."

Almost as if on cue the door to the coffee shop swung open, revealing a man with golden blond hair and a muscular frame. Eric. Mo was too used to seeing him in his American Eagle costume. His metallic wings were shrunken to the point he could fit the blue hoodie he was currently wearing over them.

"Oh hell no," Lucas growled.

Eric crossed his arms. "What the hell is he doing here?"

"This ought to be good," Janelle smirked.

Lucas got up from the table angrily. "Sara you never said he would be here!"

"Fuck off snowflake, these are my friends. You should leave, now." Eric scowled.

Vanessa giggled. "It's always amusing when you two measure dicks,"

"Shut up Vanessa," Janelle growled.

"You don't have to be rude Janelle." Daniel frowned.

"I'm sorry what was that? I couldn't hear you over my fame, you C-list hero." She spat.

"At least my kid doesn't hate me." Daniel frowned.

Janelle got up angrily from the table. "What the hell did you say to me?"

Sara stood up. "Guys!"

Her voice silenced everyone. Despite the fact they all hated each other they all showed mutual respect for Sara. Sara cleared her throat.

"We need to talk about Cyrus." She said.

Everyone's face fell. Cyrus. The former ringleader of their clique. The charming psychopath that brought them all together.

"Pass," Vanessa said.

"I agree with Vanessa, the last thing I want to talk about is Cyrus." Eric scowled.

Janelle smirked as she turned to face Eric. "I wonder why."

Eric growled and spun around to face Janelle. He shot her a menacing look. However, Mo noticed something interesting behind his glare. Behind his anger there was fear. Janelle must have something on him. Something big.

"Cyrus is back and we need to know why. He's already attacked my kids once." Sara said.

Lucas winced at the memory. Mo crossed his arms. Sara had a point. If Victoria was his daughter he had to help the others stop Cyrus. He couldn't risk anything happening to her. Not when his chance of having a family was so close.

Maybe Victoria would change if he helped raise her. She would learn it was okay to let her guard down. He wanted to let her know that just because he wasn't there before didn't mean he wouldn't hold on to her for dear life now.

"This is bigger than Cyrus. This is about Jenna and Amanda." Sara said.

Janelle snorted. "You brought us together to talk about an old love triangle?"

Mo couldn't but chuckle. He remembered his glory days at the Morning Star Academy. Back when he was the quarterback. Back when his biggest worry if Janelle was mad at him or if Cyrus decided to hook up with Amanda or Jenna that week.

Most weeks went like that. Amanda was the mysterious loner and Jenna perky cheerleader. Cyrus was torn between the two. It all seemed like innocent high school drama. Until Jenna was murdered.

"It's about her death," Sara said.

The room fell silent once again.

"It's terrible what happened to her," Kurt muttered.

"It was horrible. Imagine your own fiancée stabbing you to death." Vanessa sighed.

Sara shook her head. "That's not how she died."

Mo coughed, practically choking on his own tongue, in shock. He cleared his throat and looked up at Sara.

"I'm sorry what?" He asked.

"Jenna was stabbed but that's not how she died. Amanda paid the coroner to forge the reports. She died of blood loss but not from a knife." Sara revealed.

Everyone gasped in unison. Why would Amanda fake the cause Jenna's death?

"Then how did Jenna die?" Daniel asked.

Sara's face fell. "She died in childbirth. She was pregnant with Cyrus's child."

Vanessa dropped her cup in shock alcohol spilling all over the table. Everyone was too stunned to care.

"Pregnant," Janelle said aloud.

"Cyrus had a child," Lucas said in disbelief.

The door opened behind them followed by the sound of high heel tapping against the floor. Amanda.

The eight adults turned to see the headmistress standing before them.

"If you're going to tell the story please tell the full story, Sara." Amanda yawned.

"Amanda." Vanessa squeaked.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Janelle asked.

Amanda smirked. "Do you really think I don't keep tabs on all of you? I knew you guys were going to have this meeting before you did."

Sara crossed her arms. "I was telling them the truth. On the day of the Black Church attack you sent me to the hospital to retrieve records of a stillborn baby. Of course, I looked into it and I was surprised to learn that the baby's mother was Jenna Markson. I think we both know that Cyrus was the father."

Amanda kept a composed face despite being under interrogation.

"Is that all Nancy Drew?" Amanda asked.

Her tone made Sara frown. There was more to the story. More even Sara didn't know.

Amanda laughed. "Here I was thinking you were actually on to something, as usual, you don't know anything."

"Then can you enlighten us?" Daniel asked.

Amanda sighed. "Jenna Markson might have died that day but her baby lived."

"This is so confusing," Vanessa muttered.

"Why would you fake a baby's death?" Daniel snapped.

Amanda shook her head. "Can any of you picture Cyrus with a child? Do any of you see him as a sane father?"

Once again the room was silent. She smirked. "I thought so."

"That baby had two futures. He would either kill Cyrus or destroy the world. I faked his death so he could be our insurance. He's going to need to train to kill his father." She said.

Kill Cyrus? Was that even possible? Mo bit his lip in shame. How could he even consider killing someone?

"Where is the baby now?" Kurt asked.

Amanda sighed. "Well, I made sure he had a nice family."

Doubt filled her voice.

"You sound like you don't believe that." Mo frowned.

"They were rich and available that's all that matters." Amanda shrugged.

"What the hell are you talking about? Who did you give the baby to?" Sara demanded.

Amanda smirked. "That baby was adopted by a nice family that decided to name him Matthew Freeman."


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