12:30PM, Sky High Detention Room- Warren's POV

"I would love to say I hadn't expected this but unfortunately I did," Principal Powers fumed. Warren rolled his eyes in exasperation as he sank into a chair in the detention room, the other two slinking in behind him. "Mr. Peace you should know better than to start fights with other students by now. Mr. Stronghold I expected better of you than to start an all out brawl in my cafeteria."

"But I-" Stronghold began to protest before Powers cut him off.

"I don't care to hear your excuses," she snapped. She used that on anyone who had protested her judgement. Principal Powers saw herself as the ultimate power at Sky High and it did no good to argue with her perception of things. Warren had never tried and now he smirked as Stronghold looked shocked. "Miss Ryder." Principal powers paused and massaged her temples for a moment, looking uncharacteristically stressed, before continuing. "Please don't strive to fill your sister's position in the this school. It's been two years since I've had to deal with her kind of trouble and I'd appreciate not having a repeat."

"Yes ma'am," the girl said calmly, sinking into a chair with her messenger bag clutched to her side.

"None of you need to worry," Principal Powers said after nodding in acknowledgement to the girl's words. "Powers do not work in this room. You have the rest of the day to consider your actions." Then she turned and shut the door behind her. It clicked locked and Warren turned half closed eyes to survey the other two. The girl had pulled out a pad and was drawing while Will was leaning over her shoulder. He whispered something to her and she considered it for a moment before nodding. Stronghold took a deep breath and turned back to him.

"Look," he began tentatively. "Whatever is going on between our parents, it doesn't have to spread to us." Warren didn't say anything, hoping that Stronghold would shut up. Who was this boy trying to fool? Even if Warren agreed to setting their parent's quarrel aside he would never be accepted. "So-" Will continued almost shyly.

"Truce," he and the girl chorused at the exact same time. Will offered Warren his hand then. Warren glared at the younger boy, hoping he would take a hint. When Stronghold didn't Warren felt his earlier irritation returned and he grabbed Will's hand, throwing the smaller boy to the ground.

"I say if you cross me again, either of you, I'll roast you." He saw in their eyes that both of them had suddenly realized that Warren was not only stronger than both of them but had another year of experience. The girl stumbled as she scrambled free of the desk, eyes wide. Stronghold's blue eyes were frightened as he cowered away from Warren. "Am I understood?" he asked sharply.

"Y-yes," Stronghold stammered nervously. Suddenly Warren felt a hand at his collar trying to pull him up. He released Stronghold and spun, the girl stumbling back from him. Warren flicked his wrist slightly as if he were going to ignite. He saw Stronghold flinch visibly out of the corner of his eye but the girl barely twitched.

"What is your problem?" she asked softly, eyes intent and determined as they locked on his.

"People like you and you're friend who expected people to bow down to them because of who their family is," Warren replied harshly but no louder than she had spoken. His eyes seared into hers and she flinched slightly.

"Hey," Will said suddenly, jerking Warren back. "Leave her alone." That was it. Warren had taken enough crap from these two, Stronghold especially but really the both of them. He spun around and punched Will hard, sending the smaller boy tumbling to the ground. His foot slammed hard into Will's side and the boy cried out, struggling to get to his feet.

"Leave him alone," the girl cried. When Warren ignored her, kicking Will again instead, she slammed her elbow into the back of his neck hard. He whirled around and lashed out at her but she had already ducked. She rammed into him hard enough to make him gasp in a quick breath as he caught her in a headlock. Wham. Will's first punch hit him square in the shoulder blade, followed by one to the chest when Warren released the girl and turned. Will's second punch caught him in the chest. There was some strength behind it but it was nothing like his hits backed by his super strength. Warren shoved him hard enough to send Stronghold stumbling back over a couple of the desk. Stronghold and the desks went crashing to the floor, sending the girl's sketchbook and bag to the floor. She let out a little hurt cry and Will's blue eyes turned helpless and pained.

"Oh Ally, I'm sorry," he stammered, trying to scramble to his feet. Warren simply shoved the desk in his way to one side and yanked Will up by the collar. His fist slammed into the other boy's face and the girl yelled something, a high reedy sound lost in Will's yell of pain as he tried to twist free of Warren. The girl, Ally, scrambled by them both and snatched up her sketchbook, checking it over for tears or bends in the papers held between the covers.

Click-click-click-click.

Warren released Stronghold and sank back into one of the desks as Will and Ally straightened the fallen desks and sank into the newly righted desks. Principal Powers entered the room less than twelve seconds later. "I hope you've all seriously taken your actions into consideration and decided not to give me a repeat of them tomorrow," she said seriously. "Now you three can go. If you hurry you might even make the bus." Then she turned and walked away, leaving the door open behind her.

"The bus," Will and Ally both said in a breathless voice that almost made Warren want to laugh. He was smirking as they both spun and went flying down the halls. Warren followed them at a more leisurely pace, pausing when he noticed the black sketchpad Ally had been drawing in at the beginning of detention lying on the ground. He picked it up. He'd have to find a way to give it back to her tomorrow, or not.

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