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Ashes to Ashes	By : BurneHazard Category: S through Z > Sky High Views: 5388 -:- 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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1.) I do not own Sky High or any of the characters therein. As far as I know, they all belong to Disney or someone else. This is not for profit, merely entertainment. Any views, actions or thoughts expressed by the characters borrowed to appear in this work of fiction are not necessarily those shared by the actual characters or the actors portraying them. Blame the author here.

2.) Any original characters (as in those names you do not recognize from the movie) are the creation of the author and used solely to flesh out the story. If you wish to use these characters, just contact the author for permission--it's not hard and I am pretty lenient as long as you ask--before taking liberties.

3.) As often in my writing (published online and not) I may include the lyrics to various songs in some chapters. I will attempt to place individual disclaimers at the top of every chapter if this is the case. Song titles and the artists who produced them are not always guaranteed but I will attempt full information.

4.) Naturally there is the opportunity for various situations of violence, sex and language--I know it's a Disney movie that's silly and down-scaled for the kids but hey, face it, this place isn't really for kiddies. Though this fiction is primarily dealing with a Heterosexual relationship, do not be surprised if there are various slash scenes scattered throughout. If you do not approve, I suggest you cease reading now and go somewhere else.

5.) I have no beta or other form of editor so keep that in mind regarding mistakes you may find. I encourage and welcome criticism as long as it is constructive. Please do take a moment to review the story. The reviews help me personally to write more as they provide inspiration for another chapter. Be helpful, tell me what you like or what you hate. Flames are welcome as long as they are constructive.

Now, onto a brief interlude.

Remember at the end of Sky High, when Warren took hold of the Ice-chick's hand? Well, guess what, I'm picking up on that little glimpse. Now, as I wasn't able to find a name for her among the credits or on any form of site giving info on the movie, I am going to substitute a name for her. This fiction happens after the movie in truth. I'm warping the timelines a bit and making Warren into a Senior. Will is going to be a Sophomore--as in truth I never caught just how far ahead Warren is in relation to Will or if they're even in the same grate.

So, if you're still here I urge you to sit back, relax and leave the driving to me. And don't worry, even if my license is suspended I still know how to drive!

"You are such an asshole!"

Narrowing his eyes, Warren Peace just focused on the empty Coke bottle sitting on the fence. It was precisely twenty-six feet and seven inches from where he sat on the lawn chair. The measurements had become easier to learn. Just a glance and he was able to tell just how far away a target was. Add to that distance the seven foot high fence, a light breeze barely even strong enough to move his hair, he had a shot that was far too easy. Calculations only silenced the mental voice for so long.

"You don't understand anything because you don't even try!"

That anger was rising again. He could feel the rage burning deep inside his chest and gut. Already the air was rippling with waves of heat around his hands. If he glanced at them he knew exactly what he would see. Why bother then? Turning his mind back to measurements, Warren looked away from the bottle and slid his attention to the left. A rock was precisely fifteen feet and three inches away. Since it was on the ground it would require him to drop his arm approximately three inches before releasing the second blast. Unless he brought his free hand into play.

"They were right about you!"

He felt that rage building up once more. There was no stopping what was coming but neither did he try. It was futile. Anyway, he had found that the anger rising was what fueled his powers and made them even stronger. Like building water pressure up behind a dam. Soon it would break through the stone and steel and unleash the full force. What he needed was to keep that force focused properly. Eyes closing, Warren took a breath, feeling the hot summer air scorch his lungs. That hardly helped.

"You're just like your father!"

Almost there really. The memories never faded and never went away. Neither could he escape them and that was what affected him the most. Everyone was so quick to judge him, to condemn him, to instantly brand him a villain like his father. Warren had thought she might be different. When she offered him her hand at the dance...and he took it, he had not really hoped until much later that maybe there was someone...

"They're going to lock you up just like him, and I hope it'll be soon."

Warren knew he should have known better than that. Eyes staying closed, he suddenly leapt from the lawn chair and released that rage. Instantly fire engulfed his hands as he curled his fingers. The spheres formed and he flung them, following the mental images of his targets perfectly. Glass shattered, rock exploded...and a third fireball sent a battered old pipe flying up into the air. It spun, raising a nerve-tingling howl. He simply stepped to one side an instant before the broken end of the pipe could hit him. It struck the cement like a javelin and vibrated where it was trapped.

"I hate you."

Opening his eyes, Warren just glanced at the pipe now stuck in his mother's patio. Barely realizing that he had ceased channeling the flames, he just watched the metal vibrate intently in a detached way. By then the flames were not simply engulfing his arms but had embraced his torso, causing his hair to dance and whip as if caught on a high wind. Not once did he feel the heat, merely a tickle against his skin he had come to ignore as a child.

Blinking almost slowly, he released a sigh and the flames were suddenly gone as he pulled them away. He could still see her. White summer dress dancing in the wind, beautifully curved body and trim waist, long legs that seemed to taunt as she turned her back on him. The blond hair had actually whipped out in the motion, mocking him and lashing at him even if it was too far away to make contact. She had stalked off, frost gathering on the ground behind her.

In a way, it hurt. He had let Freon Winters get too close. Granted, she was a bit more of an airhead than the Hippy Chick he had been subjected to, but she was the only other girl he had interacted with. Apparently it had been a mistake to try.

"Warren."

Snapping out of his brooding, Warren turned to look toward the house. His mother in her usual civilian clothing stood in front of the sliding glass doors. She looked a little concerned. That was all he needed, to have her poking and prodding at him again.

"Yeah?"

"Do I want to ask why there's a pipe sticking in the patio?"

All Warren did was shrug before moving back to the lawn chair and relaxing a bit. He heard his mother sigh though she said nothing more about it. "Principal Powers called."

This was not going to be good.

"She wanted to remind you to bring those overdue books back to the library when school starts again. Apparently the librarian is rather irate that they were missing."

"Sure."

A shadow passed over him but moved on. The faint whisper of the door sliding then the click let him know his mother had gone back inside. Turning his head, he saw she had left a fresh glass of lemonade on the table in his reach.

"Like I really wanted to think of school right now."

Glaring at nothing, he just let his head fall back hard enough so when it hit the metal bar at the top of the chair, it rang and gave him a needed jolt. Eyes closing, he just tried to think of something else as he was out of things to take his aggression out on. Despite what Freon and the rest thought, he did not enjoy hurting others--unless they were truly brainless idiots and brought it on themselves--and he did not hurt others out of rage alone.

"Fuck!"

Jerking upright, Warren suddenly realized something. Everyone at school would know about the breakup...if they did not know all ready. Cursing, he fell back and purposely slammed the back of his head against the bar again. Oh yeah, he really needed to be reminded of school starting again. So he would be a Senior and would graduate at the end of the year. A year was a long time. Likely Sky High would be able to count itself lucky if it made it through the year without being blown out of the sky.
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