A/N: Hi all. I know I currently have two stories already being written, but my DVD player broke so I've only had my ipad to watch things on lately. Out of boredom I watched Sky High again... and again and again, causing this story to pop into my head. I've written it all down in my notebook except for the ending, so I'm going to be typing up the story and editing it on my iPad. This may take a while and I know there's going to be a bunch of spelling and grammar mistakes, but I can't really spell check on here and my keyboard keeps on missing letters so it's not going to be perfect. I'll try my hardest to edit it on here, but until my laptop and DVD player gets fixed I'm afraid you're stuck with it. I hope you enjoy this story though.
Prologue
In a world full of superheroes, there are two that stand above the rest, the Commander and Jetstream. His super-strength makes him pretty much indestructible and she has the power of supersonic flight, along with the total mastery of unarmed combat. By day, they live as Steve and Josie Stronghold, the top real estate agents in the metropolis of Maxville. But whenever duty calls, they are the Commander and Jetstream. My brother and I have our own names for them, Mom and Dad. While having Superheroes as parents is cool and all, living up to the family name means that we are supposed to save the world some day. There are just a few small problems with that. My older-by-an-hour twin brother, Will Stronghold, hasn't recieved his powers yet and that may be my fault.
You see, I have the power to take other Super's powers away, but not use them. A power I apparently inherited from my grandmother on Mom's side. A simple touch can render a Super powerless for over an hour. While it used to radiate over my entire body, I have learnt to anchor it to a specific location. My hands for a key example. I tend to keep my powers anchored to them most of the time, which is the reason for the white leather gloves I always wear. Unfortunately they are only a semi-recent addition to my pastel wardrobe. We never really knew exactly when my powers activated since they seem to have always been present. Even when pregnant with us, our mother experienced 'power failure' more often than usual in a Super pregnancy.
At first I believed, along with the rest of my family, that Will was a late bloomer. He even managed to fool me for over two months that he received his power. I figured at first that his avoiding physical contact with me was simply out of fear of losing his power like our dad. But when he continued to do so, I grew sad and withdrawn. Will noticed and confronted me one day to confess he was avoiding me to keep his secret, since I would be able to tell the instant we touched that he has no powers, but he hated seeing me like this and knowing he was the cause of it. Although I forgave him and started to cover for him whenever Dad wanted to do something with him that involved super-strength, even though it got me grounded more often than not, I couldn't rid myself of the thought that it was my fault and I had somehow stolen his powers from him without knowing. That thought has stuck with me and weighed down my conscience ever since.
I, Jamie Stronghold, have ruined my closest friend, my own twin's life, which I dearly wish I could take back.
A/N: Thanks for reading. I'm already typing up the first chapter and I'm half way through it. Shouldn't be too far along. :)