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Ashes to Ashes	By : BurneHazard Category: S through Z > Sky High Views: 5390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A.N: ~smirks~ Okay, clearly that was not el finito after all, huh? I should apologize, but since it was another little thing I simply could not resist...eh, why say I'm sorry when I'm not? No, the story did not end there, in fact the way it's turning out, there is going to be many, many more chapters (hopefully) before I do really end it. After all, there are still unanswered questions to be addressed and (for those of you who dwell on it like I do) we haven't even got to the sex part! ~stays in the bomb shelter for the possible attack of boo's and hisses that will be flung around~

Now, last chapter Warren had graduated, making him 18 to my point of view (I refuse to mention Crystal because any smart person knows you never talk about a woman's age--no matter WHAT age that is--you just don't). Just add onto his age as stated in this chapter.

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Five Years Later

Why the hell am I doing this again?

As the motorcycle roared through the streets, Warren Peace found himself carrying on yet another one-sided conversation with himself. Traffic was almost standing still due to the speed of his customized ride and he wove through it with all the ease and speed of a wildfire. The black and red paintjob fit the term at least. Not once in three years had the bike ever failed him.

I once swore to myself I'd never get pulled into this Hero gig.

Raising his head, he could already see the damaged sections of the city. That and the traffic was growing thinner. Given the giant slime-trails crisscrossing the ground, it was also rather hazardous to drive. By the time he got close to one, the traffic was nonexistent. One hand rose as flame instantly leapt to life around his hand, forming a ball against his palm. Throwing it, he burned a path through the slime ahead of him.

One call on your cell and you're racing to the rescue.

Similar paths were burned clear as he came to slime trails. In a moment and another turn however, he jerked the motorcycle around, causing the tail to whip in a full circle and come to a stop inches from the largest slime-pool yet. Sitting up, Warren ignored the dissipating cloud of smoke that had risen from the rear tire before it ceased to try and spin.

So much for not getting tangled in that mess. Looks like yet again you're required to save them or let the city and later the world be slimed.

The monster was giant. A typical Radiation Class animal that looked like a slug dipped in glow-in-the-dark Jell-o. He wrinkled his nose behind the helmet he wore and had the odd feeling he really did not want to catch a whiff of the thing's scent. Looking around, he spotted Will Stronghold--or Wing Captain as he had called himself since his graduation--picking himself out of a large hole in a building. Then he saw Layla--who was using the name Demeter--on the ground with arms raised. Multiple vines held the monster in place but they were not going to hold.

They just have to call me for the slimy things.

Another scan of the area revealed that Ethan--the Incredible Melting Boy--was actually in one of the slime-pools to one side. Zach was near him, throwing bolts of glowing light toward the thing's eyes without visible effect. No wonder the Sidekick had gotten the name of Nightlight. Just about as useful as one during daylight hours. No sign of Magenta. Then again he supposed she actually managed to avoid fights like these where her skills were not necessary.

Well, if Stronghold doesn't have it taken care of in another two minutes...

Kicking the rest down as he cut the motor, he relaxed for the moment to simply watch. It was amusing, watching Captain in his gray, blue, white and red costume circling the monster's head like a fly trying to figure out where to hit it that the slime or gel-stuff would not just squish unharmed under his punches or kicks. Demeter was having better results from the constant growth of plants that hindered the creature's motion and pinned it relatively in place.

I suppose it's too much to get any hopes up that they would have any plan at all.

Even if he had not really been a person that fit the Hero bill, he had enough sense to fashion a costume of sorts. Made of inflammable material, it was insulated comfortably and served more as a second skin or wetsuit than anything. Naturally it was an off-black that was actually more dark than anything. Of course there was a pattern of crimson and orange flames twisting up along his arms as well as his legs. When he wore the flame-embossed helmet and the short black leather jacket with gloves, he cut a rather impressive figure.

Just about time. In...three...two...one...and...

"Darkfire! Would you be kind enough to get off your ass and come help us here?"

He never did learn subtly or manners.

Sliding off the motorcycle, he took a moment to tug one glove more securely on before walking toward the confrontation. Even if he no longer needed actual proximity to be able to effectively blast a target, in cases like this it was more advantageous. Wing Captain managed to get himself smacked out of the air, slimed, and slammed into another building for all his trouble.

"Never did learn how to duck, Captain!"

Darkfire, aka Warren Peace, snapped his wrist and fire instantly erupted to life in his palm as he drew his arm back and threw it. Unconscious of the calculations now, he was already snapping another out and throwing it before the first even got halfway. Flames licked up along his arms and even danced about his feet when he stepped into the slime trails to keep the vicious stuff away and secure his footing.

As the first fireballs hit, the thing released an ear-splitting screech. Yes, slime was highly flammable no matter what type it was. He continued to release fireballs with each step. The heat almost instantly seared all moisture from the slime before burning the dried remains to ash. It was actually rather grueling work considering the thing's size but this slime was rather simple to get through. After all, the glop was just the protective shell around the core monster.

Demeter kept holding it until the flames came too close then drew the plant life away and used it to shield herself from the ash and burning slime bits raining down from every strike. Darkfire kept his distance, having to move faster to dodge the blows the monster aimed toward him. The Captain was back and helped block some of the blows--getting himself further slimed in the process--and knock new holes in the dried slime.

Rather quickly, the gel was gone and the junior member of the Stronghold Trio took the monster out with several well-placed power-punches. As it was, his foresight was lacking as the beast crashed down, sending a wave of untouched slime outward over everyone. A fast flare of fire cleaned the stuff off Darkfire though his temper was spiked.

"Idiot. Next time, watch just where you're throwing your toys."

While the rest were concerned about cleaning themselves up, Darkfire shook his head and turned to stalk back toward his bike. None of the slime had touched it at least. About halfway back to his ride, something made him pause. Lifting his helmed head, he looked around at the buildings. The area around was completely deserted due to the mayor's orders of evacuation.

Nothing out of the ordinary really. He could still sense something wrong, as if it was off somewhere. Gradually turning in a circle, his eyes narrowed behind the helmet's dark visor. It was not a feeling he enjoyed. As it was, Wing Captain was lucky he was the strongest guy other than his dad. When he grabbed Darkfire's shoulder, the punch he received straight to his jaw would have knocked anyone else head over heels. It merely sent him to the ground.

"Goddammit, Captain. How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that?"

Angry more than anything, Darkfire extended his hand to help the slimy hero back up onto his feet. The single flare of flame cleansed his glove and caused the singed hero to jerk his hand free and shake it. Normally, he would have been amused. Currently, something was still bothering him and he turned his head to look around again.

"One of these times, I'll learn," the Captain muttered as he rubbed his jaw. "What's wrong? The monster's dissolving into a glop of goop back there."

"Not sure...see anyone around?"

It took the Captain a moment to scan the area. He shrugged. "Nope. Deserted as per normal around the battle zone and monster."

Frowning to himself, Darkfire shook his head slightly.

"What is it?"

The darker figure shrugged. "Not sure...but I swear it felt like I was being watched or something."
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