NOTE: I do not own anything which means characters or in general the movie, Sky High. But the plot for this story and the character, Kira Blake and other original characters, are copyrighted to me so please do not steal.
CHAPTER SIX
"Aren't we looking lovely today?" Speed said with a smirk as he sat across from Kira and Lash," Love the whole matching panda, hobo look."
"You better shut your fu-"
Lash started but was interrupted by a freshman tripping and making a loud clash against the linoleum floor. He growled at the fact that he was always cut off when he was about to say an obscene word.
It had been exactly five days and Kira and Lash were still jointed by their hands.
Kira grumbled and placed her head against the smooth table, occasionally banging her throbbing head against it. Dark bags were evident under her eyes from the lack of sleep the past few days. No, she wasn't doing anything inappropriate. She simply couldn't sleep because of the constant moving from Lash which caused her to twist around uncomfortably, which then resulted into lively nights of cursed words and staring at the plain ceilings.
"So how was last night?" Speed said with a smirk and a wink that Kira couldn't catch since she was too consumed in her actions of banging her head.
"Speed, I'll say this once. You better shut that piece of shi-ARGH!" Lash said, this time banging his fists against the table in frustration which caused his lunch tray to jump and a few students too.
He was irritated when he was once again cut off from finishing his sentence but this time he was cut off by the crackling and thrilling sound that escaped the speakers, that was equipped around the entire school. Principal Powers' voice soon boomed throughout the cafeteria, which managed to silence only three quarters of the students. There was a few students who continue to murmur ignoring the loud voice that was now echoing off the cafeteria walls.
"Attention, please. Will Kira Blake please report to the office immediately? Once again Kira Blake please report to the office immediately," the voice boomed almost sheering through the net that covered the ceiling speaker.
A few students cringed at the sound of a high-pitched screech, including Kira, which followed the previous announcement.
"C'mon asshole," Kira mumbled, getting herself up and dragging her tired and limp form through the string of people, that scattered the area.
"Why doesn't someone cut her off when she says a swear word, for fu-?"
"Shut up and c'mon," Kira grumbled not in the mood as she dragged Lash like a limp doll, she once owned when she was younger.
Lash groaned as pain shot through his arm as Kira continued to pull, almost dislocating his shoulder.
Kira soon stopped in front of the familiar office door, silently wondering why Principal Powers didn't have her own secretary, but brushed the thought at the commanding voice that signalled Kira and Lash to enter the room.
Kira and Lash took a seat on the comfortable leather seats that were in front of the mahogany desk. Principal Powers smiled timidly and eyed the linked arms with a hint of amusement but the flicker of emotion was soon overridden by the fearfully and sorrowful look that was held deep within her eyes.
"Is there a problem, Miss?" Kira said politely as possible but soon shot a small glare at Lash at his muffled laughter.
"Sadly, yes. I would rather much talk to you in private but there is simply no time and seeing your um-condition there is no other choice," Principal Powers replied.
Kira shifted uneasily in her seat and a scratchy feeling went up and down her now dry throat.
"U-Uh proceed," Kira said, a heavy feeling started to compress against her lungs almost sucking away every once of oxygen that was captivated in them.
"Before I continue, Lash what is said in this room is confidential and shall remain in this room, understand," the middle-aged woman said sternly causing a fearful nod from Lash.
Principal Powers now looked regretful," We have received another letter and it has once again threatened your well being, Miss. Blake. I have enrolled you in a special class because of your special conditions. You will learn to control your powers to the best of your ability and your new teacher will protect you at all costs. You need help, with this. Your father-"
"I- don't- need help- from anyone. I can protect myself. I can do this on my o-own-"
Before she could finish her own sentence Kira exited the room with tears streaking down her face. She was angry and upset, and only she knew why and only she could understand. Lash was left confused as he trailed behind Kira, he could faintly hear the door slam shut after him.
"Kira, wait. What's wrong- tell me what the hell is going on?" Lash said tugging at Kira's wrist trying to stop her, not like he had any other choice.
Kira turned around, her eyes turning darker and her chest rising rapidly. The recent feeling of sadness now evaporated into anger, which made her chest clench tightly.
"I don't have to tell you anything. Just leave me alone," she screamed.
"Yeah, like that's easy," Lash replied with an eye roll.
Kira grew angrier at his smart ass comment and could feel her own blood boil and turn thicker inside her.
"Whatever it is, I bet it's nothing. You're just over-reacting. Hm, like I said drama queen. If I was in your situation I would be grateful. I mean you only have to go to, I don't know, one class while- ," Lash said continuing with his little rant unaware of the distance Kira was now putting between them and the fog that was masking her eyes darkly.
"You don't know what's going on, so stay out of it. Like I said leave – me – alone!" she screamed as she placed both her hands against Lash's chest sending him backwards and into the wall.
The wall groaned and screamed in protest once Lash's back smashed into it. It sent crumbles of paint and cement towards the tiled floor. Lash laid there on the ground, the specks of wall falling like winter snow on top of him. His skin now turned pale and his silky, iron-smelling blood was slowly dribbling from his half-closed mouth.
Kira breathed heavily and looked at her own hands and then briefly at Lash's unconscious form. She was now free from Lash's armed hand but in result caused him to get seriously injured. She didn't near him instead she ran the other way and out the school not looking back at Lash's lifeless form. She was crying again- no, sobbing as she burst through the metal doors. She was so warped into her thoughts she didn't realize a person staring curiously at her.
She made her way across the dampened field, searching for a way to leave the school. Her eyes landed on a freshman locking his jet pack. Kira made her way towards him and grabbed the jet pack despite the boy's protests and cursing words at her.
She turned it on and flew away; not realizing the person following her was only a few metres away.
Her fingers traced lightly against the compressed stone, that stood tall before her. Her cold fingertips were danced gracefully along the engraved letters; feeling the hard yet delicate curvy letters brought a certain ease to her. She smiled sadly as her face trailed lower and lower until she pressed her cold cheek against the dampened green grass.
"Why is this happening to me, dad? Why?" she whispered silently to herself, hoping by some unknown fate that her deceased father could help her.
Her unspoken beg muffled by the mouthful of grass that was plastered against her pale lips.
"Kira?"
Kira stood up fast, which made her slightly dizzy. Her eyes narrowed in anger as she noticed the person standing behind her.
"You shouldn't be here, Warren," Kira spat, glaring roughly at the dark-haired boy dressed in a leather jacket.
Though she didn't know his name on her first day, it came instantly after the few days when she explored through endless photographs and photo albums.
"I'm just here to see if you're okay-"
"Well, I am. So just leave," she seethed turning away from him.
She wanted to be by herself. She wanted an escape, from what she had done and from all the pressure that was trapping her.
"C'mon Kiwi, don't be like this," he said softly, concern lacing through each word as he slowly stepped closer.
Kira stiffened at the nickname that was given to her when she was younger. Oh how she missed those carefree days of playing in the sand until the sun disappeared in the horizon.
"D-Don't call me that," she whispered, her anger soon seeping through her skin and mixing with fresh, new tears.
"Why not, your dad and I use to call you that all the time before."
"This isn't like how it was before. Everything changed, everything," Kira yelled, now standing up from her kneeling position.
Her voice boomed loudly against the thick trees and the tombstones that stood straight and tall.
"Oh?-" Warren said raising an eyebrow delicately"- And whose fault is that? I'm not the one who left without saying anything!"
"You out of all people should understand everything I've been through. When I left, I was protecting you so don't you imply that I never cared for you or your family," Kira spat before grabbing the stolen jet pack once again and disappearing once again.
Kira wiped away her cold tears with the back of her hand.
Why did this have to be so hard?
She flew back to Sky High, not caring that a moment before it was the last place she expected or wanted to be.
She hated feeling this way; she just wanted to be normal.
Kira threw the jet pack on the ground and ran into the school back to where she last saw Lash. Her breathing became short and started to quicken when she found that Lash's body was now gone and the only thing let was the white sprinkled dry wall and a pool of blood.
"Lash?" she whispered though she knew no one would be able to hear her in the empty halls, especially Lash.
Kira saw a blue of colour from the side of her right eye but before she could comprehend what it was she was slammed against the cold, metal lockers. The nearby lock she was against was digging painfully in the small of her back.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" the person yelled in her ear.
Kira realized the familiar voice was Speed's. He pushed harder into her body which caused her body to sink into the mould of the locker causing even more pain. She felt as if her spine was being snapped in half and her lungs being pressed flat, as Speed's body weight continued to lean against hers. She was frightened, especially because his mood had changed drastically from the mood he had in the cafeteria.
"I-I," Kira tried to say.
"You almost killed him," Speed yelled before letting go.
He looked at her but his eyes were cold and lifeless which gave Kira an uneasy feeling. He gave one last glare before speeding off to god knows where.
Kira took a big gulp of air and painfully slid down to the cold ground. She cradled her now fragile body in her own hands. Confused, angry and most of all upset as to what she had done and what was happening. Maybe she had overacted to Principal Powers' news but she had every right to be, she didn't ask for this, she didn't even want this.
She could understand why everyone would be confused at her reaction to the news but they didn't know what was going on.
Kira picked herself up from the ground; piece by piece and walked towards Nurse Spex's office, knowing that a familiar teenage boy would be lying there.
She knocked softly, out of fear and because of her current emotional state.
"Yes?" an old, gray-haired woman said politely.
"Is um -?" Kira tried to say fidgeting with her shirt.
"Are you looking for Lash?" she smiled lightly. Kira respond with a sad nod.
"Go ahead, I'll be back, momentarily. I have an errand to run."
Kira thanked her and walked deeper in the dimly- lighted room. Her breath compressed at the sight of what she saw before her. His skin was pale and clammy. Bandaged adorned his head and bare chest, obviously from the impact with the hard wall. Kira walked closed towards Lash and slowly brushed a strand of damp brown hair from his closed eyes. His breathing was consistent and slow, which told Kira he was alive and sleeping. Kira did what she least expected and took off her shoes. She slowly climbed in towards him and laid beside him softly.
She didn't know why she was snuggling next to his sleeping form, but feeling the warm body heat made her feel safe, even though Kira's and Lash's relationship was just sitting lazily on the line of friendship.
I mean they were friends, right?
Kira softly rested her head against his bandaged chest, hoping not to touch his fresh wounds that had a few pale red blotches of blood that made her cringe slightly.
"Someday you'll understand," she whispered, her hand fingering the bandage as guilt was tightening throughout her body, making her drowsy and slowly she fell asleep.
What she didn't know was someday was approaching a lot quicker than she expected.