I don't own Sky High. Sorry this is short but I think it's good for the plot. Yes, it's unusual for me, but I actually sorta have a plot for this story. Shocking, for all those who know I struggle with my plots at first.
I fell asleep in Villain Psychology. Honestly, I was just glad it wasn't in Mad Science, I'm sure Medulla would have froze my ass. Because Medulla was one of the few teachers that are not afraid of me. Him and Powers.
They had my respect. Even if I was being lectured by Powers at this very moment.
Although I was ignoring most of it.
"Charlotte I don't know how-" She blabbered on, my hangover wouldn't allow me to listen.
Yada, yada, yada. Blah, blah, blah.
"Are you listening to me?!" her voice raises and echoes in the stark white room. It's nice in here, no fear. No future. Just me and my fading hangover.
"Not if you're calling me 'Charlotte'." I grumbled, annoyed.
She fumes. "I expected better of you. Think of all this potential you have-"
"You're just worried I'll turn into a villain." I wave her off. She blinks. "Don't try and deny it."
"You're right. I am worried about that. You're powers could easily sway you to evil. You know this, obviously." She sighs and taps her foot once before reluctantly adding, "What would you like me to call you?"
I'm paying attention now.
"Charlie. Call me Charlie." I throw her a half-ass smirk.
She nods vaguely. "Charlie, you must understand that you're powers will consume you if you don't will them not to."
"I'm aware of that." I raise an eyebrow in her direction.
"No, Charlo- Charlie, I don't think you do. They're dangerous. With them you could do unthinkable things." she gives me a level tone as she speaks, her eyes haunted.
"I get it. I'm a monster. But you don't have to sweat Powers, I don't want to take over of the world." A shrug. "It's not worth taking."
It's true.
She sighs.
"It's just that…. That's not good enough for them." she gives me a long look before continuing. "The government… one slip up and they'll lock you up for good, Charlie. One wrong move and they'll try and get you." her brows crinkle up. "Cuffed with a nullifier, life in prison or… sentenced to lethal injection."
"I'm being judged by my powers." I bit my lip, thoughtful. Then laughed. I'm being judged for powers I hate, for powers that I never wanted.
"Do you find this funny?" her voice was appalled, outraged.
"A little. Really, I hate my powers. I wouldn't mind being cuffed." I shrugged, droopy eyed with tiredness. Even the sexual innuendo was lost to me, I couldn't even smirk.
Hangovers always mess up my humor. I lean my head back against the wall and Powers gives a huff before leaving the room tossing, "Don't fall asleep in class again." over her shoulder as she left.
I didn't listen and was soon sleeping soundly in the little white desk.
Ah, detention was bliss. No teachers, no students. And the best thing, no powers.
I wanted to live in this room. I wonder if they would let me. Probably not.
Too bad it didn't last long.
The door slid open in a very Jedi like way, very cool. If not a tad bit creepy. The sliding noise caused me to wake up. I snapped to attention in my chair just in time to hear Powers headed here.
"One more slip up Eugene and you'll be expelled!" Powers was pissed, not exasperated like she had been with me. Just plain angry, and annoyed.
Eugene? Why did that sound familiar? I should know this.
Aha! That stretchy guy from Save the Citizen!
Peace had called him and his fat -sorry, chubby- friend Speed and Lash.
A few moments later Eugene was being dragged in by Boomer. He didn't seem surprised to see me in here. Or, at least he tried not to.
"Hey Coach."
"I guess I'm not surprised to see you here, Nelson." Amusement coated his words like snow covers Maxville in the middle of winter… during a blizzard. And not one of the good kind that you can get at Dairy Queen.
"You look a little surprised, to be quite honest." Was that contempt in my voice? Yeah, I guess it was.
His eyes narrowed into little slits. Powers sighed while I grinned. I felt good after my little nap. No more hang-over. Waking up without powers helped too I guess. A little more than I was willing to admit. Okay, a lot more than I was willing to admit.
"Nelson-" his voice was trying to dangerous but a bit lackluster.
"You are excused. You may go to lunch." Powers interjected and gestured me out the door.
I left hiding my reluctance because stepping out of the small white room I would get my powers back. And boy, did I ever.
Ever slam you head against a wall repeatedly? Ever get in a car crash going eighty with no seatbelt on and you slam your forehead against the windshield?
That's pretty much the equivalent of walking out of the detention room for me.
Fear slams into me and a premonition snaps down across my vision.
Just fucking peachy.
And, you wanna know the worst part? While having my premonition I run into someone.
Anyone wanna guess who?
That's right. It's Peace.
I think it's official, he's stalking me.