A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Needed an idea or at least inspiration for a new chapter! Well, I found inspiration! No idea but I'll work something out somehow! Thanks for sticking around and even if I might not deserve it, please review! Enjoy!

Will watched as Warren stomped his way forward, stopping every minute to regain some kind of strength. Will had a weird feeling in his gut. Like, worms crawling all around in his stomach. It was disgusting. He knew what it was exactly when he lifted off the ground and slowly approached Warren who hadn't gotten too far at all. Will hooked his arms under Warren's and lifted him off the ground despite his angry protests.

"Warren, whether you like it or not, you need my help. You can't walk. I'm taking you to the hospital." He said, going higher into the air.

"I don't need anyone's help." He said. Will felt his skin getting warmer and became nervous.

"Listen, Peace, I'm not ecstatic about helping your sorry villain ass either but we both know you aren't making it anywhere like this. Blame my hero nature. I do." He grumbled at the end.

Warren clenched his jaw tightly and took a deep breath through his nose. He knew Will wouldn't drop this one. Literally speaking, he hoped he didn't drop this one. He wouldn't withstand the fall.

"What exactly are you going to tell the doctors, Stronghold?" Warren grumbled.

Will looked down at him and started to analyze. Warren was beat up with bruises and scratches, his clothes was dirty, torn and singed here and there, and he looked plain out of shape right now. Nothing tied up together. Could have been some kind of fight but where does the fire come in? Could have been a freak fire accident but how does that explain the bruises forming on his face? Then he thought about how he looked too. They were both bent out of shape, how would he make something up for that?

"My arms hurt." Warren grumbled, bringing Will out of his own thoughts.

"What?" He asked dumbly.

"My arms. They hurt." Warren hissed, not wanting to repeat himself.

"Oh, sorry." Will said absentmindedly and came down close to the ground and set him down carefully.

Warren stood up straight and stretched his arms. Then he put his hands on the small of his back and bent backward, his back cracking. He let out a sigh of relief and then rolled his head around, his neck cracking several times. He sighed again and ran his hand through his hair.

Will watched quietly, feeling kind of spooked. Warren couldn't even breathe up until a few minutes ago and now he was standing straight and what not. He couldn't have been recovering so quickly, could he?

"What?" Warren asked, annoyed by Will's awkward stare.

"You seem fine all of a sudden." He said dumbly. "How?" He asked.

"No idea. A few minutes ago my body started rising in temperature, I started feeling better." He explained reluctantly.

"So..." Will said, thinking it over, "what happened back there, with the fire, basically drained you? And you need time to..." He searched for the most proper word, "recharge?"

"Reheat." He corrected, feeling it was obviously a better word. Warren stretched out his arm palm up and concentrated. He felt the heat building up and timed it to the point his hand would burst into flames. There was nothing. He tried harder but no flames would come up. "Apparently I need more time." He grumbled.

"What do you mean?" Will asked, not knowing what he was talking about. He almost never understood what Peace talked about.

"I can't produce fire yet." He mumbled angrily.

Fight fire with fire,

Ending is near,

Fight fire with fire,

Bursting with fear,

(Epic Guitar Solo)

(Fight Fire With Fire; Metallica)

Warren reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone which he forgets he has sometimes. He answered the call before looking at the caller ID, he never does anyway, "Hello." He said gruffly.

"Warren!" Came a girl's voice. It wasn't Layla though, he knew that well.

"Who is thi-"

"Where's Layla!? I've been trying to reach her all day and she doesn't come up! I went to your place and she wasn't there! I-"

Warren, now alarmed, "Who the hell is this!?" He demanded.

"It's Magenta, duh!"

Warren raised an eyebrow, "How'd you get my number and how do you know where I live?" He asked, slightly alarmed by the fact she knew these things.

"I have my ways- Where's Layla!?"

"You say she's not at my place?" He asked calmly, getting bored of the conversation quickly.

"No. And I've been trying her cell all day! She always picks up." She said. Warren could hear the worry in her voice.

Warren sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, "She's probably at the Paper Lantern. I'll check la-"

"Go look for her and once you find her, have her call me right away!"

Warren scowled and shook his head, "What the hell is so important?" He asked in annoyance, his voice going a slight pitch higher.

"Layla ALWAYS answers my calls, Peace. I'm worried about her! Now go find her!"

The call dropped. He put his cellphone back into his pocket and sighed. He looked over at Will who was patiently waiting for something while looking at him with a confused expression.

"Who was that?" He asked.

"None of your business. Get lost, I'm tired of you." He said, turning to walk away.

Will furrowed his brows and frowned, "What the hell?" He mumbled to himself.

"Oh and; stay away from Layla. I'm serious." He said, not looking back at him.

Will's stomach twisted but after experiencing what he did today, he would hold back from seeking out Layla for a while, so Warren could blow off some steam.

It took Warren well over an hour to walk back to his house but by the time he got home, he was fully reheated and feeling considerably normal. He walked up the walkway to the door as he checked his cellphone to see if Layla had ever called. He absentmindedly reached for the door knob but it wasn't there. He looked up from the cellphone to see the door was wide open.

He scowled and put away his cell. He poked his head inside the house and looked around. There was no one in the living room to the left. He closed the door quietly and stepped in, taking a corner cover discreetly, beside the desk. He poked his head around and scanned the area. There was no one in the kitchen.

"Layla?" He called out tentatively.

There was no reply. He went straight upstairs, ignoring the other rooms downstairs, knowing she wouldn't be there. The bathroom door was open and the light was off, she wasn't there. He turned toward his room. The door was shut. He quietly walked over to it and slowly opened it, hoping it wouldn't creek. He poked his head inside and the room was lit, the curtains were open. Layla was no where to be seen. He walked in and sighed. He noticed a note on his bed.

He picked the note up and read it,

Warren Peace, we have your precious Layla with us. If you want her back safely, you meet me at the abandoned warehouse near the park. I'm sure you know which one it is. You will come peacefully and alone, no fighting or poor defenseless Layla will get it. See you soon, Peace.

Warren crumpled up the paper and it burst into flames. He screamed out in frustration, "What the fuck!?" He grabbed his leather jacket and pulled it on as he ran down the stairs and out the door. He jumped on his motorcycle and sped off to the warehouse. He was going to kick some major ass right now.

He wondered over and over who the hell would kidnap Layla. Clearly someone who knows she's staying with him. Someone who knows he'd go out to find her. Someone who knows who he is. Someone fucking insane.

Warren growled and stopped the bike at the warehouse. He pulled up to the back and hid the motorcycle before climbing off and storming into the place through the back door.

"Layla!" He shouted out, hoping to hear a response. He didn't need a response though. He could see her. She was tied to a chair, her mouth taped shut, under a bright light shining only on her. Her eyes were wide as saucers, her face sweating bullets mixed with tears, her body shaking.

Warren started to sprint toward her, determined to get her out before someone showed up. He was sure he was home safe but suddenly a small something popped out of seemingly nowhere and got in his way. Warren scowled furiously and didn't stop, ramming into the person with his shoulder and sending it flying over. He didn't bother to look back, he just reached Layla and tried to untie her as fast as he could.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Peace." Someone warned. It's voice was altered by some kind of machine. It almost sounded like a more gay Darth Vader from Star Wars.

"Fuck you!" Warren shouted to whoever it was, still trying to untie Layla. Layla flinched at the foul words being screamed into her ears but she could care less right now.

"Stop!" The same person warned.

Warren just finished untying Layla's legs from the chair. Layla was staring at her captor in fear. The person was standing in the shadows on the second level of the building, leaning on the wooden railing, watching them intently. Layla's eyes widened more if possible as her captor pulled out a dagger from it's suit. It barely aimed before it threw the dagger.

Layla screamed and pulled her knees to her chest, putting her bare feet against Warren's chest and she pushed with all her might. Warren fell back and she toppled over from the impulse. The dagger landed in the dirt floor. Warren looked from the dagger to Layla. His eyes said a million thanks, she knew.

Warren turned in the direction of where the dagger came down from. He could make out a large bulking body but the shadows were no help.

"Show yourself, coward!" He shouted up at the person.

"It's not time for that right now. Wouldn't you rather ask; what's going on here?" The person said calmly.

That would have been my first question... Warren thought in annoyance. He waited expectantly, glaring at the person who has not moved from it's shadowy corner.

"Well, since you've asked." It said. "The sheer purpose of this is to lure you here. You see, I need you for the next part of my plan. What's my plan, you might ask? To take down every superhero out there!" The person said happily.

Warren furrowed his eyebrows, feeling confused. "We're not superheros." He pointed out. Sure, he was ranked hero at Sky High but he wasn't a hero.

"Which is precisely why I need you, Peace. You aren't a hero to this world, it isn't who you are-"

"You don't know who I am!" He shouted furiously.

"Ah, but I do, Peace. Your father is a supervillain, it's only natural to follow in his footsteps and- Whoa!" The person yelped as a flaming ball hurdled toward them. He dodged it barely, the fire grazing it's head. "Watch it!" The person said angrily with a growl.

"Don't speak about that man." He spat. His anger boiled higher and so did his body temperature.

"Baron Battle was a respected villain-" Another fireball came it's way and it dodged it swiftly.

Nobody ever considers my mother. She wasn't a supervillain. Warren thought angrily. "I'm not a bad guy." He mumbled to himself, "And I'm not helping you!" He shouted at the hiding person, getting ready to fire two flaming balls.

"Ah, ah, ah! I wouldn't if I were you!" The person warned. It pointed out and up to where he stood feet away from Layla. He looked up and saw a large marble statue barely hanging just above of Layla. He stomach sunk and his knees became weak for a moment. Layla looked forward from her position on the ground and now is screaming for her life, even if she has her mouth taped.

"You got me here already, let her go!" He demanded.

"Not going to happen. I have to make sure you will help me. She will remain hostage until every hero is under my foot!" The captor exclaimed evilly.

"I'm not helping you until she's safe." He hissed.

"Warren, Warren, Warren..." The mystery person scolded with disappointment, "...I truly believe, and correct me if I'm wrong, I have the greater vantage point here. You either help me take over the heroes, or help my henchmen scrape your little friend off the ground." It threatened.

Warren wasn't really going to think about it, he was going to have to help this maniac for Layla's sake, she couldn't get hurt.

"You swear she won't be hurt?" He asked in defeat.

Layla panicked and started shouted at him. Warren looked over at her, obviously confused, there was no way he would understand her muffled words. She did manage to get his attention so she started shaking her head frantically.

"Got any brighter ideas?" He hissed at her.

"Don't whisper in my presence, don't you know it's very rude?" The person said, appalled.

Warren rolled his eyes and flicked the maniac off, keeping his full attention on Layla who seemed to be trying to say something. Warren mentally slapped himself before striding to her and ripping off the tape like a band aid. Layla screamed in pain before finally speaking.

"Warren! I'm so happy to see you!" She sighed in relief.

"Yeah, yeah, any ideas on how to get the hell outta here?" He asked, glancing back to check on the maniac. "Whoa!" He grunted, taking a fighting stance as he looked around. The maniac had left it's hiding spot and could be anywhere.

Layla wracked her brain, searching for a plan to get out of there. She looked around, trying to find anything that could help her but it was too dark.

"Warren, light this place up!" She ordered.

Warren reluctantly ignited his hands, holding them out to his sides. The fire lit the place just enough for Layla to work with. Unfortunately there was nothing that could help them except,

"Warren, look out!" She screamed. Warren turned around and sent a fist flying without thinking. It connected with something. Make that someone. Whoever it was is on the ground clutching it's nose and trying to blow at the burns.

"Layla, we need a plan for today!" Warren said as he scanned the room for anyone else.

"Just untie me!" She demanded from the floor. Warren scanned the room for any enemies before running over and untying her wrists from the back of the chair. He helped her up. "I've got an idea. Let's get outta here!" She said, starting to run toward the back door.

"Wait, we can't just leave this maniac here, Layla." Warren said seriously.

Layla froze and turned on her heel to face Warren with a shocked expression. "Are you being a hero, Peace?" She teased slightly.

"You know we can't." He stated.

"What are we going to do? We don't even know where the maniac is!" She exclaimed, looking around everywhere, feeling extremely paranoid now. "We can't take them by ourselves. I'm just a sidekick and you can't go against more than one!" She explained. Warren gave her a look, "No offense." She then added. "We don't know what we're going up against. I say we get out of here, tell The Commander and Jetstream where the maniac is and let them take care of it!" She said, turning to run out again.

"Stronghold's parents? You're going to Stronghold's?" He asked, running after her and out the door. He lead the way to his hidden bike.

"Do you have any better ideas?" Layla asked as she got on the bike behind him.

Warren ignored the question. "You okay?" He asked as he sped off the warehouse grounds.

"I'll live." Layla said over the roar of the motorcycle.

"Watch out!" She screamed just as a big black van crossed their path. Warren couldn't stop the bike on time, he tried turning but it kept going forward until it crashed into the van. He felt the weight of the bike crushing him, he couldn't well move.

"Layla?" He groaned. He didn't hear her respond. His vision started blurring, fading. He watched as his eyelids started to slide over his vision, very slowly. The last thing he managed to see were two figures huddling over their bodies. Then he saw black.

A/N: I have no idea what I just did in this chapter nor do I know what I'm going to do with the idea! Yay, just like every other chapter! Hehehe. SO! Tune in next time to find out what happens! Dum, dum, duuummmm! Please drop off a review, let me know what you thought! Love ya'll! :)

P.S. Please forgive any mistakes and/or errors! Also, if you didn't catch it earlier, the lyrics of Warren's cell ringtone is 'Fight Fire With Fire' by Metallica (one of my favorite bands and it's a pretty good song). Thanks for reading! Have a nice day ^w^