- I know it took me ages... I was on a class-trip (my very last one o_o ) and had a terrible weekend so I didn't get to post until now .
-The story may seem awfully predictable and cliché, but there will be twists and turns later on
-I don't know if the Commander and Jetstream are Ooc I guess they wouldn't be as nice to Warren but I just couldn't really imagine how they would react at all...
-The next Chapter is already in the works ...
His home, he had asked the heroes to bring him here first, but now that he was standing in front of the very door he had used so many times he felt like leaving again.
His hand found the door-knob, the hinges creaked as Warren broke the seal, left by the police to mark the apartment as a crime scene.
He was glad that Jetstream had offered to stay in front of the building, giving him some space to sort things out.
Someone had told him once that one had to let his feelings out, if you kept them locked inside you would burst, now Warren knew the person was right, as he felt his chest hurting, real physical pain, not just something he imagined.
The first thing he recognized were the blackened walls, the wallpaper burnt to cinders, just like the carpet that had covered the cheap parquet in the living room.
And there, the shape of a human body, lying on the floor, drawn with chalk, he remembered the face of his mother as she had collapsed at that very spot, her hair burning, her skin melting. He felt like throwing up.
One wall of the living room was nothing more than a hole, the spot where the heroes had barged in, too late. Every time something bad happened they were on time to safe everyone but when his mother died, they were too late.
He remembered his father, standing in front of him, fire coating his body. He had been grinning like a maniac as they arrested him, still shouting at Warren as he was brought to justice.
Or was it? He hated his father, but it was his mother's fault for cheating on the very man she had sworn faithfulness to.
He noticed that his arms were on fire, he noticed the flames growing, engulfing the apartment once again.
He felt tears evaporating... tears, that were like an apology for him not feeling any sadness, any regret. He didn't feel anything but anger, at his father, at his mother, at the whole society for creating heroes and villains.
No sound escaped his lips, he wasn't sobbing, mourning, not moving, not showing any emotion.
Only standing there, watching the walls giving in, collapsing...
"I told you we shouldn't leave him alone", whose voice was that?
Warren realized that he was lying on his back, what happened?
"I'm sorry, I didn't know he would lose control", a female voice, strangely familiar, was this his mother? Was she arguing with father again?
"He is the son of a villain, and not just any villain, Baron Battle! I should have stopped this!"
That man was angry, but sounded different than his father...
Why couldn't he open his eyes?
Or remember anything different than standing inside his burned apartment?
Burned?
"I guess you are right... we should get him to a hospital."
Those people were Jetstream and the Commander, those heroes that had brought him here. Had he passed out?
Finally Warren managed to stem his eyes open, looking up at the sky he couldn't move his head to look at the two people that were standing next to his lying form, so he kept listening to their quarrel.
"What he needs is not a hospital, he has to rest for a while, he's completely exhausted", Jetstream's voice was calm, like she knew exactly what she was speaking of.
"Then we take him back to the protectory?"
The protectory, Warren had run away from that place the moment he had been left alone, he had no intentions of staying there for long if they brought him back.
"No, he is no normal human, we made that mistake once and look what happened. We'll discuss that matter with Principal Powers, maybe she can find him something until he's old enough to earn his own money", Did that woman just read his thoughts? Warren would have rolled his eyes, but moving them caused the world to spin again.
"We can't contact her right now, it's already too late", the commander objected.
Jetstream sighed: "How about we take him in until he's regained some strength? Then we can interfere if he looses control again."
Hell no.
A moment of silence before the Commander answered: "Fine."
The scene where he collapses is actually based on a circulatory collapse - experience of myself... he wasn't hit by the crumbling building (even though it seems that way by my depiction) he just used his powers too excessively and blacked out.