-This is my reminiscence of the movie, next up will be Royal Pain...

-I have to clear my room, so I won't be posting the next few days... things are getting hectic here ^_^;

-I always thought it seemed odd that Warren missed every single blow he threw at Will .

It was harder than Warren thought, finding people that would help him, most of the students at Sky High didn't seem to take him serious, the teachers were not even an option. He spend his days earning a reputation as a fighter, so that eventually people would come to join him, but instead, the knowledge of who his father was caused fear and reluctance.

He hadn't expected that, people regarding him as dangerous just because his family tree involved a supervillain, who was the son of two humans, and with that the only 'evil' person in his lineage.

With that, the next two years went by without him making any progress, and finally he accepted that he needed the help of Stronghold and Williams. There was only one problem, those two didn't know him, since he hadn't talked to them after he was freed of Niall's grip, and the first time he had gotten involved with them had been an accident.

He recalled that Layla had warmed up sooner to him, but that had been two years ago, he didn't know how time had changed the girl, so he had to be very careful what to say and do.

Sitting in the cafeteria of Sky High, pondering all this, when suddenly the very people her was thinking about approached and settled at a table close to his own.

Without moving Warren scanned them, Layla had grown, and kept her hair in pigtails, wearing the same green clothes as before.

Will hadn't changed all that much, still having the same unflashy haircut, wearing the same colors, as he had apparently adopted his father's color code.

The strange guy he had encountered before, as far as Warren remembered his name was Zach, was also with them, as well as a black kid with orange clothes that seemed younger than the others, and a black haired girl wearing violet.

As Warren considered approaching them he noticed Will shooting him a nervous glance over the shoulder and grinned inwardly. Just like last time as it seemed.

It was two days later that Warren overheard some people talking about the son of The Commander becoming a sidekick for his lack of power, which puzzled him.

The last time, Stronghold had developed at least invulnerability with twelve years, when he had been involved in Warrens attempt to veil his disappearance.

This was not good, if they were to help him, he needed them at full strength, and he had no time to wait until Will got into any real danger, he had to do something.

Deciding to visit his only current friend, a girl called Nivia, whose father had been charged with keeping an eye on Warren instead of the Strongholds, he promptly addressed his problem.

"You know, Warren, after all that's happened I can only imagine how you feel about this, but you can't force him. It could hurt him, drive him away from you and you don't want that", she had a way to speak softly, but sharp at the same time, reminding Warren of his mother, "Let's take this outside, the weather is still warm, it's give us some time to think, alright?"

Warren simply nodded, he didn't want to argue with her, after all she was able to Find solutions to problems that Warren himself couldn't.

"Look, I'm not saying you shouldn't approach them, you can even talk to Will about his powers and about the urgency of him gaining them, but don't do things you will later regret. They are most likely not the same persons you knew back then, and people tend to grow more complicated with 14 than with 12, if you scare him off, than I'm not sure if you'll get a second chance."
Warren chuckled: "Stronghold thinks I hate him because his father pinched mine. Everybody thinks that. With that reason, all he will try to do is getting me to think different of him."
"But that would be lying", Nivia scowled disapprovingly, "And you can't expect him to trust you if your bond is formed on a lie. There has to be another way."
Warren noticed they were near the graveyard and furrowed his brow distractedly: "I'll think about it... promise."
"Let's pay her a visit, shall we?", her voice far away, Warren lost in thought again.

He really hated his mother. He hated her for choosing to love his father, for bringing up a child in this fucked up relationship, for dying on him when he still needed her.

Sometimes he felt like giving in to all that rage, all that hate and just live for a change, live without restrictions, even if only for a little while.

But he wouldn't do that, not now. Later, sure, but now he had something to take care of first, against all odds, he had to succeed. And he had to concentrate on succeeding.

It was still warm when they crossed the graveyard, a small drizzle pouring down on them, then it really started to rain.

Once they reached the grave, a plain stone cross, donated by the officials of the hero society, for her early success as a heroine, Warren didn't like it all that much.

He didn't like being here, either.

Then, the air around him tuned cold, the rain turned to snow, covering the earth in white.

Nivia had only briefly known his mother, since she had worked in a hospital before her death and Nivia had been briefed there for her unusually low body-temperature. Still the girl felt more regret about her death than Warren himself, it was almost like an apology for his indifference.

But it wasn't indifference on his part, was it? Didn't he just tell that himself so that he could shove the anger away? And when he felt anger, did he feel regret as well?

Heating his body way above the norm, he put an arm around her, trying to counteract the coldness her skin was emitting.

"Let's go."

The next few days were unnerving, while Warren tried to figure out some way to approach Will and get him in trouble so he would be forced to use his powers, in the end Warren just wound up even tenser than before.

He hated relying on others, just as he hated to be the one forced to hold responsibility over this, tricked into fighting an enemy he didn't even really care about.

He was close to pack it all in and just explode or something, when suddenly hit by some kid's tray while reading in the cafeteria.

Now he knew who was responsible for this, Lash and Speed just loved getting people in trouble, and while Warren actually enjoyed scaring the newbies to the point where they would give him a wide berth, this time was different and he prepared to eviscerate these two wannabe badasses, until he realized who was standing in front of him, apologizing like a wuss.

'Time to do something productive', Warren thought to himself, putting every negative thought he could come up with into the look he gave Stronghold and firing up.

Will stumbled backwards and grabbed a tablet, trying to defend himself with it. Warren knew that the other hero's invincibility would come naturally as soon as Warren attacked, but how would he get Stronghold to actually attack him?
But for now it was enough to let out the steam that had built up in the last days,with bliss Warren noticed how much he had missed to just explode on people, even if it wasn't actual joy that he was feeling, at least he felt.

There would be enough time for friendship and trust later on, what mattered now was getting Will into the position to fight back with all his power.

And that proved more difficult than Warren thought, even if he didn't actually aim at the other teen, no matter what he did, Will would just evade and run away.

Standing on one of the tables his gaze shifted and focused on Layla. That could work...

To others, his shout would have sounded like a simple taunt, but Warren knew that Stronghold's friends would appear and stand up to him, once he asked them to.

Summoning an especially big fireball above his head Warren made sure that Will had enough time to realize the threat to his friends, which finally led to the reaction Warren had hoped for.

'Objective one, accomplished.'

-Well that's it for today.. still got some stuff to do .