-Alright, this is the last chapter for today, I'll try to release as steady as I can...
-The story will gain a little bit more depth as it continues, I will probably let every named character of the movie have a part in this fic
-This story will continue to focus on Warren, even now as I introduce more characters.
-As you may have noticed, this story is set pre-movie, concerning the timeline, so everyone is a bit younger... even though Warren seems too mature for his age, I'll explain later why I did that
- now, thoughts, suggestions, critics, are always welcome, it'l make it easier for me to improve
-Oh and if you notice grammar errors and such, just say so and I will try to pay more attention... or maybe I can get someone to beta for me ._.
Some seconds passed without any of them saying a word, some long, and tense seconds, where the only sounds were the clattering of the train and the rustle of the air being pressed through the small opening in the window.
Then Warren found his tongue, asking: "So, what do you want to say? What does that mean concerning your own power?"
"It makes us different from other superheroes or -villains, such as you, see if all powers are only a disruption in our reality, we have almost indefinite possibilities", Kyan's voice was steady, his gaze showed no sign of emotion.
"You're saying that everyone can obtain any power by simply wanting it? That's just stupid", Warren couldn't make sense out of this, was this guy just loony?
"It's not as easy as that, you see, everybody's born with a certain affinity, and only if you realize what this affinity is you can start to obtain said power, however, there is always a way around rules, isn't there", a faint smile appeared on the other guy's, Yepa's face, while he swept a few streaks of lily-white hair from his face.
Kyan continued: "If you gained knowledge about all of this, and about some more, let's say the origins of this original alien and his power, or the nature of said power, wouldn't you be able to alter reality yourself, gaining the absolute authority?"
"What do you mean?", Warren felt like a child, being taught the basics of life, understanding only parts of what the parents told him.
"He talks", this was the first time Yepa had raised his voice, a gentle and serene voice, smooth like the silk he was wrapped in, "About a way to become what the people would call god."
Warren almost choked, those two were definitely crazy, and dangerous on top of that, he needed to get out of there.
At the next stop he managed to stammer a few words about having reached his destination, then he exited the train, not looking back until it had left the station.
He looked around, realizing how stupid he had been getting off the train here. There was nothing, no buildings, no cars, no people, only one single street and one track of rails, the stone platform he was standing on and two wooden benches who looked like they had not been used in years.
He turned to sit on one as he instantly twirled around at an earsplitting din, with horror he saw the train he had been on only one minute ago, bursting into flames. As the smoke settled only a burned out wreckage was left of it.
Without a second thought he went to the street and began running, away from the train wreck, away from the station, until he felt safer and his legs were about to give in.
Looking around again he noticed the distant mountains, some dry bushes, and since the rainclouds were long gone, the setting sun, which bathed the scenery in dim orange light.
No shelter in sight, he would just sleep on the roadside today.
He imagined his father, shouting at him for being pathetic, maybe his mother would silently cry at the scenery, then they would split, his mother would sit at the kitchen table, imagining the three eating dinner like a normal family, his father would leave the house to destroy something, he himself would just go to his room, to sink into a sleep, plagued by nightmares. But it wouldn't be that way, never again, everything was destroyed, even the bad things, gone to make room for apathy.
Only in rage Warren could find peace these days, only rage could get him to feel something, anything, if even the rage would be taken from him, he would become empty. But maybe that wasn't so bad, maybe apathy was the way to escape this world, maybe he should embrace that nothingness, welcome it and live by it.
Soon he was asleep in the dirt, a deep, dreamless sleep, it was like a taste of death, how long until his whole life would become like this?
"Hey, boy, wake up", this voice, he had heard it before...
Before Warren could react, before he could even comprehend what was happening a second voice, this time the voice of a woman, penetrated his hearing: "He seems to be exhausted, should we take him with us?"
He managed to lift himself up, coughing and opening his eyes.
"You're awake, that's good", the male voice again... who were they?
Warren lifted his gaze and tried to wipe away the blur that was blocking his field of vision.
"Who are you?", his voice was quiet, still a bit croaky from sleep.
The woman spoke, lifting him up by his arm while doing so: "I am Jetstream, a superhero, my partner and I are here to find some supervillains who destroyed a train hereabouts."
He looked at the woman, finally regaining his senses. There was something about that woman that seemed familiar, he looked at the man, who was standing behind said woman, looking over her shoulder at Warren. And then he realized who those two were, when he had seen them, and he shoved her hand away from his arm, taking a few steps back.
"Do we know you from somewhere?", now the woman seemed to remember him, too, this was bad.
"I will go now", Warren tried to steady his breath, keep his powers from erupting, and managed to cool down a bit, "You two seem to be busy I wouldn't want to keep you from investigating."
Warren went past them, only to be held back by a large hand, resting itself on his shoulder.
"Not so fast", the man seemed determined, even though Warren didn't know about what.
He let the hand turn him around, glaring at the two adults who stared back at him in return. Warren went to say something, but the woman cut him off: "Aren't you Baron Battles son?"
Warren tried not to panic, looking around for some sort of escape route, but he knew he wouldn't get away from two adult superheroes, what should he do?