-so very tired... -_-
-Warren's way of arguing is dedicated to a friend of mine, who used to talk like that all the time when we were kids...
-Entering Will, although I still didn't settle on the course of relationship I will take with this... any thoughts on that?
-I didn't like 'The Commander' in the movie, I guess it shows through a lot here ^_^;
The sky slowly brightened, heralding the imminent sunrise and creating a gentle gloaming around Warren, who still lay on the sofa he had been placed down on when they had arrived. He waited, although he didn't know for what, he still felt dizzy from the events of the preceding night, his whole body and mind seemed to ache.
The brown paneled room said sofa was situated didn't really appeal to his tastes, although he could imagine why other people would like this type of interior decoration.
He shifted his weight, as he had done several times this night, although he had to admit that the light brown sofa was comfortable, especially after days of sleeping in a train or on the street.
His mind was filled with thoughts about leaving, getting away from these people that the commonality admired so much. It wasn't even the fact that these were superheroes that bothered him, it was the thought of being forced into becoming like them.
He didn't want to amend, only because he was told to, he wasn't going to become a respectable citizen because the general public expected it.
But then again, these were probably the thoughts that most supervillains had, and he had no intention of becoming a character like that as well.
It all came down to the thoughts of others expecting you to act like they expected of you. One way or the other, he would always become something they created, good or evil, right or wrong, it all was his fate.
Holding his head he thought of his arrival at the house, there had been a kitchen down the hall, if he remembered right. Would he make it there? A few hours ago he had tried standing up, which only resulted in him sinking back on the sofa with his head hurting like hell.
His stomach growled again, this time louder than before.
Warren got up, feeling the cool parquet beneath his bare feet and stumbled, catching himself by holding onto a wooden cupboard.
Grabbing everything in reach for support he then crossed the hall, with it's yellow painted walls and the dark staircase, stumbled towards the metallic fridge and found himself relieved at the cold air that hit him once he opened it.
He felt sick, although it was normal for his temperature to rise and fall at will.
While fabricating a basic sandwich Warren once again pondered on how this house seemed so very suburban and ordinary, it was hard to imagine that two well-known superheroes lived here. But then again, this was the only real camouflage that those two had, seeing as they didn't even wear masks while saving the day ad nauseam.
After closing the fridge again Warren peered towards the visible front door. He didn't hear any noises inside the house, were the Commander and Jetstream sleeping?
Warren took a few cautious steps towards the door, only to freeze at the sudden sound of a male voice: "You aren't running off again, are you?"
"I don't know", Warren did not turn around as he answered, "What do you think?"
Steps on the floor, stopping halfway between the stairs and Warren, then the Commander asked: "Do you even realize that we saved you? You better learn to be thankful before someone takes offense in your behavior."
Thoughts rushed through Warrens head as he gauged all possible answers that came to mind, he didn't want to anger this man, since he seemed invincible and had powers that opposed his father's, still he had no intention of giving these people false hopes of him setting down for a nice and normal life.
The Commander didn't give him time to answer and continued: "I think it's best to let you know that I will talk to the principal of a school called "Sky High", build for future superheroes, I'm sure she knows some sort of solution to the current problem of yours."
"I know, I heard you yesterday", Warren turned halfway and looked at the man out of the corner of his eye, careful not to show too much emotion.
"And I expect you to stay here", a clear warning, Warren tried to figure out weather it was to be taken serious, then decided to just go with it for now.
There would be an opportunity to leave sooner or later.
Sitting at the kitchen table Warren gazed out of the window, upstairs he heard Jetstream walking around, then a figure appeared on the staircase.
Turning, Warren caught a glimpse of some kid, younger than himself, who stared at him aghast, then dashed back upstairs. A shout resonated: "Mum!"
"Oh that's rich", Warren remarked sarcastically to himself, "First they live together like some super-obnoxious couple, now they're breeding. What next?"
A minute later Jetstream came walking down the stairs, her child creeping behind, obviously not stoked by the thought of a stranger staying over.
"I should have introduced you sooner", her apologetic tone somehow pissed Warren off, she was not responsible for him, "This is my son, Will."
"Congratulations", Warren ignored the outstretched hand of the boy, earning a deterred gaze before the hand was withdrawn.
"So? Anything else to tell me? You know, I'll be leaving as soon as I find someplace else to stay and I won't return, so you can waive introducing the rest of your family", Warren stood up without deigning to look at the two, and walked towards the hall. There was something about that woman that reminded him of his mother, maybe it was the fact that she was a superhero that had given up her old life for some asshole.
He heard Jetstream sigh: "It is sad to see a child taking after his father, if the father walked the wrong path."
Warren stopped instantly: "Do you think he chose to be labeled villain? If so, he wouldn't have married my mother."
"If he didn't want to appear evil, why did he go against the law? He had the choice, always", At least she didn't treat him like a child, didn't try to educate him. Only stating her opinion, trying to convince him.
Warren thought about those words, he didn't know why his father behaved the way he did. It was not logical, no one was born hero or villain. But where did he go wrong? Was it his parent's fault, if so, was Warren himself destined to be villain as well? Could one be destined to be anything if everyone had the choice to do whatever one saw fit?
Noticing his hesitation Jetstream simply said: "I will listen if you have the answer", before returning upstairs, leaving her son with Warren.
"Don't", Warren stifled the upcoming words and went outside, settling on one of the two wooden benches on the stone porch.
It was clear that they would notice him disappearing right away, they'd just find him again, now that they knew he was fleeing.
He had to wait for that 'solution' before forming a plan.
Watching the sky he wondered why running away seemed like such a good idea in the first place. Probably it was the safety, not needing to think about the present if one just kept going, every moment an escape from the previous one.
Fingering the necklace he still toted around Warren stared at the clouds, trying not to think too much about important things.
Because he knew the point this would lead to.
He tried to blank this particular thought out, thinking about the money he still had left, that he didn't know which day of the week it was, that a large cloud looked exactly like his mother.
Back again.
Eventually he returned to the sofa inside the house and fell into a restless slumber.
-Didn't sleep for a few days, took me some time to finish this T_T