Diary of a Teenage Super Hero | By : RAG90 Category: S through Z > Sky High Views: 1915 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High and I am not making any money
from this story.
Summary: Will Stronghold
has an older half brother that is now going to be attending sky high. Here are the pages of his journal! Will contain Slash
Author’s Note: There
are two journals in this story; one belongs to Damian Moore – Stronghold. This journal is written in italics. Then there is the journal of Warren Peace,
this journal is only one entry in this chapter, at the very end. Warren’s journal is written in bold. The normal typing is not from either journal,
but from what is happening at that time in the story.
I hope you enjoy this story!
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Sunday, September 1
10:00 AM
Sometimes if feels
like the sun doesn’t shine here. I’ve
been here for a week already and not one single ray of sun light had gotten
through the rain clouds. Just rain,
cold, wet rain.
You are probably
wondering who I am. Well I’m not really
sure myself. I thought that I used to
know, but now I know that everything I was taught was a lie. Even my name, in part, was a lie. Damien Moore.
Bullshit. Hell I didn’t even look
a think like the Moores. They had the
light hair and skin, blue eyes too. But
me, I got the black hair and the deep green eyes. Nothing like them, not in the least.
Damien is my given
name, after all I was given the name by me…birth mother. My last name however is…well catch this…it’s
Stronghold. Apparently my father is
Steven Stronghold; you know…that guy you see on benches and stuff, the real
estate guy. Yea. That’s him.
He’s also The Commander, a superhero.
I know I look nothing like him, I’m not strong looking, though I look
like I can hold my own in a fight, I got black hair that reaches my shoulder
blades, my eyes are an emerald that shines brightly, and my skin is well it
seems the only thing I got from my father is his skin tone, everything else
came from my mother Amy. Unfortunately
my mother named me, and then promptly died from complications due to my birth.
Apparently she left a
journal that was willed to my father, but he wasn’t allowed to receive it until
I turned seventeen. And that is why I am
sitting in a waiting room right now, a hospital waiting room, writing
this. A short while ago Mr. Stronghold
ordered a paternity test, just to be sure, though he did in fact date Amy.
Worse of all is that
his wife and son are here too, and they are looking at me funny.
God this sucks.
I hate waiting for
test results.
Anyway, about my
father, because I’m sure that he is in fact my father. He has super strength and durability. As for me, I got the strength, but I also got
something from my mother. Apparently mom
was known as The Green Phoenix. She
would burst into green flame and get green fire wings and blah blah blah. I got her power over fire, black actually,
the flames almost seem invisible at time because their color is so…odd…it’s
almost white but it is in fact black.
Anyway…doctor is here;
time to find out the truth.
10:00 PM
It has been an
absolutely tiring day. Just under twelve
hours ago I became a part of the Stronghold Family. Now I got a father who wants to know
everything, I step mom who wants to be my mother, and a half brother who wants
‘go out and play some catch’. Gag me.
I got them off my back
easily though, it went a bit like this.
“So, what can you
do? Do you have super strength like your
old man, or do you do the flame think like your mom?”
“Bit of both.”
“Hey, you wanna go
play catch outside, or maybe you could meet my friends and we can go to the
mall, you seem like someone Warren would get along with, he’s the outsider of
the group”
“No thanks”
“That is rude Damien,
be nice to your brother.”
“Don’t act like you’re
my mom, now then, if you’ll excuse me, I just broke up with my boyfriend
because I had to move to this shit hole and I would greatly like to go wallow
in my own self loathing.”
The look on their
faces was hilarious.
“Your…boyfriend?”
Father wasn’t as
eloquent as a super hero was supposed to be.
“Yes, I’m gay, a
faggot, queer, a fairy; your son is gay, now if anyone needs me, I’ll be
setting up my room.”
That was around three
this afternoon, ‘mom’ came in and brought me dinner but other than that they
have left me alone. Unfortunately, she
also told me that I would be attending Sky High tomorrow, as if my old super
hero high school didn’t suck, now I have to go to one where everyone is gonna
look at me funny.
Monday, September 2
6:30 AM
God this sucks, I’ve
been up for half an hour now, I got my shower in and dressed in my tight black
jeans that hug my ass just right (just in case there are any attractive boys as
Sky High), and I’m wearing a tight black wife beater with a long sleeved
fishnet shirt underneath. I got my black
combat boots on and my hair is hanging lose over my shoulders. My nails are freshly painted black and I am
wearing a little hoop through my left eyebrow.
I got my black leather jacket (who would have known it would be so cold
so early in September), I hear my brother knocking, I had better go now or else
I’ll miss breakfast. Truth is…Josie’s
cooking is…kinda good. I’ll update you
throughout the day.
9:30 AM
Will flew me to
school. It is embarrassing arriving to
your first day at a new school in the arms of the school’s Golden Boy, even
worse when that Golden Boy is your little brother. At least I got into Hero class, just like I
was at my last school. So far school has
been…just as boring as I thought.
Anyway, this is my schedule.
7-8 Homeroom
8-9 Period 1 – Hero Tactics
9-10 Period 2 – Mad Science
Lab
10-11 Period 3 – Mad Science
Lab
11-12 Period 4 – Hero History
12-1 Lunch
1-2 Period 5 – Gym
2-3 Period 6 – Gym
I’m sitting in Mad
Science Lab right now. Mr. Medulla is explaining
our first term project. We’ll be split
up into pairs and…yadda yadda yadda. We got to make some form of ray or beam
from the list. He’s making teams now,
back in a bit.
10:30 AM
I got grouped up with
some guy named Warren Peace; I hear he is one of my brother’s friends. I also hear that his father is a villain. God he is gorgeous, he can light me on fire
any time he wants. God I hope he doesn’t
read this over my shoulder. Anyway, we
decided to make a weather ray for our project.
12:04 PM
Will told Warren and
his friends that I’m his brother while we were on our way to lunch, how embarrassing! He just doesn’t get that I don’t see him as
family. I know that I should, but still,
I just met the kid. And worse, I don’t
want to be friends with his friends, well…maybe Warren…maybe more than friends
with Warren…but not with Ethan, Magenta, Layla (his girlfriend), and Zack. They just aren’t the kind of people I would
be friends with.
Anyway, Warren will be
spending time at our place as we build the weather ray.
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Damian jumped at a tap on his shoulder.
“Hey, what are you writing?”
Damian slammed the book shut.
“You don’t need to know everything Will.”
“Okay, geese, just trying to get to know you.”
“Well don’t.”
Damian pulled out a sketch pad and started sketching a bird
made of flames. Warren, who was sitting
across from Damian, noticed.
“You’re good.”
“Um…thanks. I…plan on
getting a tattoo soon, I just can’t decide on what it should be. But it has to have something to do with
flames…they are part of me after all.”
Warren perked up at that.
“You control fire?”
“Yes, my mother had the ability, she was called The Green
Phoenix; she used to create green flames.
I on the other hand…well…they are black.”
“Can…can I see? I
mean…well…I’ve never really seen another pyro before.”
Damian blushed lightly and nodded before holding out his hand
and creating the black flames in it.
Warren’s eyes seemed to glaze over.
Suddenly Damien didn’t feel so alone.
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Still September 2
9:57 PM
I am in love.
I am in love with
Warren Peace.
I am gay and Warren
is, as far as I can tell…straight.
Life sucks.
9:59 PM
I can’t let this get
to me. Warren Peace will be mine.
10:40 PM
Who the hell am I kidding;
Warren Peace is out of my league. Though
I’m sure that ‘father’ would say that I am out of his. What really sucks is that Will confronted me
about it, he was all ‘So, I saw you looking at Warren, you like him don’t you.’
And then I’m all ‘So what if I do’ and he’s all ‘you should tell him’. What the hell is that about?
11:00 PM
I feel gross. I’m taking a shower and going to bed; maybe I’ll
wake up and find that this is all just a bad dream.
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September 2
Midnight
The Journal of Warren Peace
I met Damian
Stronghold today. He goes by Damian
Moore, but he is Will’s older half brother.
Who would have thought that Steve Stronghold was ever in love with
anyone but Mrs. Stronghold? Anyway,
Damian is 17, in junior year with me. He’s
got his father’s strength and his mothers…fire.
Yea, fire.
He let me see it too,
black flames, so unlike my own. They
were almost invisible but I found myself lost in that soft glow. I could feel my own fire trying to rise up
and join with the black flames but I forced it down.
What does this mean? Mom said that her fire came up and tried to
join with dad. She says it had something
to do with seeing him as her other half.
She says she is not fully human, but part demon, on grandfather’s
side. Grandfather is crazy, I doubt it
is true…but still…it would explain those flame tattoos just…showing up when I got
my power. What I’m more worried about is
what my fire is trying to do, every time I think about Damian the fire shifts
inside of me.
DAMN IT. I just scorched the page. I should go to bed before I burn the house
down.
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Well there is chapter 1.
I hope you enjoyed. Review and
let me know what you think!
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