-Once again I publish something, I'm sorry but I'm really trying to post more often...

-The story continues as the final solution for Warren is found... this is probably not correct from a forensic point of view, but what the hell it is a fantasy movie -_-

-This is also the prelude to the main part of the story, don't be deterred by the abstract seeming sequences, I'll sort out things soon enough...

The sun was burning down on him as he looked up to the sky where a few wisps of cloud could be seen crawling over the azure surface of the midday sky.

Was it really?

He looked closer and saw the sun setting, bathing the world in orange light, soon it would be gone, giving in to the already visible night.

Wait, that wasn't right.

Was it even day? Or night? Why did that sun seem so out of place?

But a moon wouldn't fit into that picture of the sky without it all becoming absurdly strange.

Was this even a matter of daytime? Or was it something far more precise?

"Warren", A voice he never heard before.

Again: "Warren."

A female voice, calm and somewhat knowing.

"Don't be startled."

He darted up as he was shook, a fireball forming in his hand before he even realized it himself, reflexively grabbing the throat of the person that had held his shoulder only a moment ago.

"L..Let go!", the voice of the boy was stifled and frightened, Warren knew him from somewhere.

Oh right, he was Jetstream and the Commander's brat. What was his name again?

"What do you want?", Warren didn't bother to make his voice sound any less annoyed than he really felt, still he let go of the boy's throat, not wanting to cause permanent damage or anything.

"Dad told me to get you... he wants to talk to you", Will said, then hurried out of the room.

Warren got up immediately, not wanting to waste any time here when he could be on the move again.

When he entered the kitchen not only the Commander, but also Jetstream and a third person, a woman, were sitting at the table, looking up at him as he walked in through the door.

The woman was dressed in a black and white checkered blazer and a black skirt with the same pattern, as Warren walked in she smiled at him both friendly and serious.

Deciding not to say anything rash Warren took the offered chair without a comment and found himself facing all three adults, not a feeling that he enjoyed very much.

"I am", the woman in black and white said, "Principal Powers, the chairwoman of 'Sky High', a school you will most likely attend next year, given you won't do anything stupid until then."

Warren thought of his destroyed apartment and wondered if this woman already knew about that incident, probably though she did.

"Since you already were remove from your father's custody, it is time to look for a permanent and final solution to the question where you will be staying. You broke out of your protectory and in any other case this would have serious consequences. However, as Steve relented, it is true that you are no ordinary human and this kind of situation is completely new to the community of superheroes."

Warren already had a feeling that he wasn't going to like this 'solution' of hers, but he had lost his chance for second thoughts when he had been found by the Commander and Jetstream, so he had to deal with this now.

"We will provide you with enough money for you to live, until you can entirely take care of yourself, however, this ends the second you slip again. Steve and Josie will watch you during this time to make sure this won't happen", Warren was yet again confused by the woman using 'Jetstream' and 'The Commander's' real names, but he knew who she was talking about. Apparently his thoughts showed and the woman asked: "Do you want me to pick someone else?"

Warren hurried to recompose his vacant expression, he didn't want to insult these two people that he would have to see more often from now on.

"It's fine, really", he had no idea what the other Superheroes were like, maybe these two weren't the worst ones.

As the conversation seemed to have ended, Warren got up and walked out of the room, not even listening to Powers telling his new wardens about the details of their task, it didn't matter to him at this point.

He wouldn't run away a second time, now that they were on alert, always near him to take him back. Once he would be able to take care of himself he would probably sufficiently brainwashed to obey every single rule of this society.

This way, he could as well resign to his fate.

Even before he reached the door he heard the woman calling out for him: "Where are you going?"

Warren turned, facing her slowly: "I'm going for a walk. They can show me where I'll be living afterward, can't they?", he saw that she didn't agree, "If I am a prisoner, you should tell me so directly, I don't like finding these things out gradually."

"All right, you can go, just be back before sunset", Warren thought it interesting that she told him this, considering that she wouldn't be there anymore when he returned.

It was still a few hours until the sun would perish, so he still had enough time to actually enjoy the calmness of being alone.

He had been alone all his life, so constantly having these people around made him feel unnerved.

By the time he returned, the sun had already perished.

Not a single word was spoken as he entered the living room, where the family was still having dinner.

Once he finished, the kid left, apparently still frightened by Warren's former assault, which amused the latter since it had startled him no less than the other boy.

"Well", The Commander started, "I guess the first thing tomorrow will be us showing you where to live. After that we can hopefully all return to our normal lives."

"What?", did Warren hear wrongly? "Why don't you show me today?"

Jetstream arched a brow at the teen, while clearing the table: "It is quite late, young man, I don't think we will be going anywhere today."

Warren huffed and turned to the door that led to the study, where his couch was located, but was once again stopped by the Commander: "We put your back to your blankets so you can take it with you tomorrow."

"My stuff?", Warren was surprised, he didn't recall bringing anything with him.

Jetstream returned from the kitchen: "Yes, your clothes and such you left at the protectory when you ran away."

Oh, that stuff.

"Thanks."

He was standing on top of a building, bathed in violet sunlight, above him the clouds were torn to shreds, while the wind howled around him.

"… a way to become what people would call god."

Warren whirled around, finding himself completely alone.

"You'll see in time."

He knew that voice, but he couldn't remember anything about the time before he stood at the edge of that building.

He guessed it was like that with everyone, but then again, he remembered who he was, he even remembered the word memory, but he had none of those.

"Warren", again, this female voice, he had heard it before... oh right, in his dream.

He tried to remember how It felt to sleep, to dream, but the voice filled his head, replacing every other thought.

"Warren, I need to tell you something very important."

He fell, did he jump? No, he wouldn't do something this crazy. But then again, he had never heard of anyone dying from a fall. Or had he?

"Warren, you need to listen to me!"

Darkness engulfed him, as he watched the Moon, that giant rock in space which blanked out every voice, every color, every distraction, finally safe in the arms of disengagement.

-yes, this is me trying do describe the surreal feeling of everything being logical in your dreams... at least in my dreams o_O