Saturday, January 2, 2010

chapter 2

Chapter 2: Greatest Day

I like to thank all those who struck around after reading chapter 1.

Also to the reviewer that said that this reminded them of Sky High, basically the idea of writing this fic came from reading lots of fanfics about the Sky High. Some of the characters are modeled after the characters but they also are modeled after other fictional people that I am a fan of.


After another rougher and deeper kiss, Warwick pulled back and smirked, “So, having fun already?”

Blushing, I pulled up my hoodie (for some reason ever since I hit puberty my skin has become really sensitive to sunlight. Its weird since my skin doesn’t get sunburn or anything but feels really uncomfortable like a really itchy wool sweater that you can’t take off.) Warwick takes my hand into his and we walk toward the school. Lydia and Derrick make gagging noises in the background. I just rolled my eyes at that at them. “Gees, real mature.”

Lydia snorts, “Some of us can’t really stomach fake guilt-ridden niceties.”

BAM

A bolt of lightning struck just a hair away from Lydia’s feet. Derrick immediately put his arm around Lydia and shot a glare at Warwick. “Overkill?”

Warwick inherited his powers from his late-super heroine mother weather controller Thunderbird. He has the ability to call forth lightning as well as resistance to electricity plus a touch of atmospheric empathy (basically he can predict weather patterns instinctively). He seems to have inherited his father Vance Lord Black’s rather notorious violent temper, which often got the better of him but lately Warwick really has been trying.

I sighed, “Lydia that was rather harsh. I thought you promised accept that I have forgiven Warwick and let the past be the past. And War, you also promised to control your temper, you know that Lydia is basically defenseless against your powers.”

Warwick just shrugged, “Look, I better get to class. See you after school at my place, Lance. Remember not to bring your friends.”

(War turned eighteen two weeks before school started and recently got his own place. Its basically a hole-in-the-wall of a apartment over some old lady’s garage but still offer the privately he carved.)

“War….”

Too late, Warwick was already lost in the crowd of students. The first day of school was always a mess with everyone everywhere that once someone went out of sight you basically have no chance of finding them in the chaos.
I just frowned at Derrick and Lydia. Derrick at least makes an attempt to look abash. But Lydia with her arms crossed kept a firm stand. “Look Lance, I know that you forgave him for what happened this summer. But the guy cheated on you, while you may be able to overlook it. We can’t, you deserve better than that and its painful to see you taken for granted.”

I looked down at my feet before muttering, “We better get to class.”

Quickly I walked at a fast pace to make sure that they stayed behind me. Can’t stand the look of pity in their eyes. Can’t stand it at all.

I guess I better explain what happened over the summer. You see, Warwick technically did cheat on me but he only did it so that I would break up with him cause one of his dad’s old crew was in town and threatened to harm everything that Warwick and his brothers if they didn’t go along with his plan.
First to understand the situation better you have to know what Warwick has had to deal with in his life. His dad used to be one of the greatest superheroes in the world before he went rogue and became one of the most dangerous people in the world. After his dad got locked up, his mother tried to keep things together (she was a semi-famous superheroine though after her husband’s arrest her reputation was in ruins) but Warwick’s mother died in his freshmen year, War’s a senior now so that happened three years ago. A freak car accident, which because wasn’t in the line of duty the superhero insurance policy she had ended up not forking over any money. War’s older brother Richard who was barely nineteen at the time ended the legal guardian of Warwick and his middle brother Jamie. Warwick doesn’t really get along with Richard, mainly cause they are so much alike and don’t even know it…Richard takes after their Irish father in looks but has their mother’ s calm responsible personality. While Warwick takes after their half-Cherokee mother in appearance but takes after their dad’s more volatile temperament. While Jamie who is only eleven months older than War looks like a beautiful blend of the two and has his own unique laid-back charming personality. Out of all of them, Jamie is definitely the most gorgeous with his exotic pretty boy exterior; his cover job is as a catalog model. While Richard is good-looking with so much responsibility so early in life, he seems to have aged prematurely. Warwick is the only sexy of the brothers with his bad boy aura and taste for rocker style clothing. Anyway, the three inherited weather-based powers from their mother, Warwick with his lightning, Jamie with his wind powers, while Richard has ice-based powers. However, due to War’s temper, those who don’t know him well seem to think that he will one day follow in his father’s footsteps.
Anyway back to why he cheated on me…actually to be more exact why he decided to cheat on me with my arch nemesis. Well, long story when the supervillian came into town threatening to harm those who loved and cared about Warwick. So, Warwick’s automatic response is to make sure there is no one around that loves him. That way the villain got no ammo against War. Basically War behaved like a grade-A jackass to everyone and for the most part it worked he got everyone pissed off at him and leaving him alone. What War didn’t count on was for the villain to see right through the act and kidnap me anyway. Or rather try to kidnap me…there are some really dumb plans and trying to abduct the son of the world’s greatest superheroes is definitely without a doubt one of them. Basically the villain got his ass handed to him on a silver platter and everyone found out about why War acted like an ass. However, forgiving his behavior is another thing. A lot of people including Lydia believe that Warwick is an idiot for doing what he did, but me I get Warwick’s rationale. I may not like it but I get where Warwick would figure that he needed to handle it all on his own.

BRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIG!!!!

Save by the bell, I inwardly cheer, “Bye guys, see you lunch.”

I rush off before anything else could be said. We all have different homeroom classes, you see we are all group by power types.

Lydia is classed as a Molecular because of ability to manipulate things on the molecule level; typically Moleculars were either shape-shifters or regenerators, people who could repair/heal their tissues, bones, or limbs. While Derrick, he’s class as a Supes; these are your typical super speedsters, strongmen, etc…these make up almost 60% of the student body. (The second largest group is the Psionics; those with heighten mental abilities like telepaths or empaths, making up close to 30% of the class.) And Warwick is an Elemental (those with the ability to channel, project, and control different types of energies through their bodies), ironically my former best friend Willow is also in this class (she’s a geo-morph, having the ability to psychokinetically manipulate, control, levitate and reshape the classic element of earth; sand, stone, rock, lava, and/or dirt and could even transform the consistency of earth and rock). Basically the school is divided up into six sections: Molecular, Supes, Elemental, Psionics, Feral (superhumans with combination of animal and human DNA), and finally my class…Magi. People who have powers come from supernatural means; we are the smallest class, literally six students in the whole school.

I make it to class, just before the final bell rings. I open the door (again with the irony the room is 666), inside are the four students…Oops, I forgot Sheila the werewolf girl was a senior last year that means she graduated already.

Anyway, since our class is so small we don’t even attempt to divide ourselves among power types. (Most of the other sections divide up by specific power grouping for examples; Supes have a class for Strongmen/women and another for speedsters, and a class for combos, etc…) So, it’s just us five: sophomore Amber Holts, she’s hereditary Wiccan, sophomore Lilith Anderson she’s a witch from other dimension who can control the four elementals, fellow junior Jessica Gordon who actually half-elf (yes, they do exist, not like Santa’s helpers more like those out of Dragonlance), and finally senior Gloria, she’s the most interesting out of all of us a genuine changling (yep, faeries really do steal newborns and replace them with their own). As you may have noticed, I am the only guy in the class, so it’s a bit awkward at times.

“Mr. Armstrong, in or out?” A dour voice behind me speaks. I whipped around at the voice. If there is one faculty member that the whole student body is afraid of it is this one…my homeroom teacher, Athena.

Athena, if you are thinking Greek goddess of wisdom, war, strategy, industry, justice and skill. The Romans know her as Minerva: patron goddess to all of the most famous Greek heroes such as Jason or Odysseus. The goddess the city of Athens is named after. Yep, that’s the one.

A literal GOD teaches the Magi class of Hercules High School. On an interesting side note the school named after her half-brother. You might be wondering why such a high-power omnipotent being would want to be reduced to teaching homeroom to a bunch of hormonal super-teens? Well, get in line that’s what the whole student body and most of the faculty want to know. The only ones who know the answer is her and our principal even the vice principal is in the dark about it.

Since it’s the twenty-first century, she no longer wears the armor and helmet but the ever-pleasant white owl is always on her shoulder. Instead its elegant corporate business suits which no matter what the weather outside is never wrinkles or look worn. And there is no mistaking her for a mere mortal. She has the regal bearing of the goddess while she may not be movie star beautiful Athena is absolutely striking, strong Grecian features and a muscular lithe body that you could easily imagine kicking ass on a battlefield.

“Well, Mr. Armstrong. Aren’t you going to take a seat?” Athena adjusts her glasses, she doesn’t really need them but thinks they make her look more approachable.

I immediately took a seat in the front, right next to Lilith who straightens up in her chair. I notice that all the girls sit a little straighter and have their attention up in front. Athena has that effect on all of us.

“Alright class, I would like to start off the day by introducing a new student.”

Cool, one of the freshmen must have some magic after all. Like I said we are a small class, most of the kids at the school either get their powers by genetic mutation, or falling into a vat of nuclear waste, or bitten by radioactive bug.

Suddenly, a guy walks into the classroom.

My jaw drops. OMG!! Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him?!

At five-ten, we are the height (taller than the average person, but shorter than most supermen) but that’s where the physical likeness ends. To put it lightly the guy is gorgeous. Not just wannabe teen heartthrob material either, but true piece of art belonging in a museum gorgeous. Like an angel from a Renaissance painting, he was exquisite with pale sapphire blue eyes and silky golden hair so pale that it almost seemed like a halo. Skin so unnaturally blemish free that if it weren’t for the fact that he was standing right in front of you, you would swear was airbrushed. A slender lithe body that would make a burlap suit looks like Armani. In fact, he would look perfect if it were for the fact that if you look closely at his eyes you would notice how hostile they are.

“Class, I would like to present to you, Donovan Fairmount, he is a recent transfer from our sister school on the East coast and will be joining the junior class.”

“Well, well, if it isn’t Armstring, enjoyed your summer,” Donovan taunted/purred.

“Donovan, since this is your first day you may not know all the rules so I will let you off with a warning. In this class, we don’t disrespect each other,” Athena replied, with a stern look. She didn’t raise her voice or anything but something about it made everyone know she meant business.

Donovan Fairmount may be a lot of things, mean, spiteful, selfish, and narcissistic but one thing he wasn’t was suicidal. Donovan quickly mumbles a false apology and took the empty seat next to me. He shoots me a quick glare that would make a lesser person whimper but for me its business as usual. Donovan Fairmount, son of the superhero Delta V and the late-crazed supervillian Majestic, also known as my archrival and the person…Warwick cheated on me with this summer.

ZAP

Suddenly I felt painful sting in my shoulder, as a scrap of paper bounces off my head, I open it:

Enough your time with him while you can cause HE’S taking me to Homecoming.

Just cause my life is so uncomplicated, right? Fate has decided to make my life a little more interesting by having a narcissistic demigod set his sights on my boyfriend, add to the fact the said demigod also has a grudge against my mom for helping take down his supervillian mother (though technically the killing blow was dealt by his own father Delta V, which kind of explains why he has so many issues).

Okay, a little background on our new resident jerk is like Warwick, he’s the son of a hero and villain but unlike Warwick’s parents who had a loving relationship before the fall. Delta V and Majestic got along as well as oil and water, Donovan apparently is the result of a one night stand involving a shit lot of alcohol. He was raised by his self-absorbed supervillian demigoddess mother (the daughter of the Norse trickster god Loki and a mortal) though to be honest most of her criminal acts weren’t really dangerous and life threatening. For all her power, and I mean she had a lot of god-like power she really let it go to waste. Strictly speaking she could have easily taken over the world with the arsenal she had instead she went out stealing diamonds, jewels whatever caught her fancy. A powerful but unimaginative petty villainness she treated her son like a beloved plaything spoiling him rotten by giving him whatever he demanded but at the same time not giving him the one thing he truly needed attention. As a result, Donovan is sort of the male version of her, demanding what he wants and if he doesn’t get it throwing a damn scary tantrum. (Unlike his mother, Donny, though don’t let him hear you call him that, does know how to use his god-like powers creatively). Anyway, after the final confrontation, which resulted in his mother’s death, he was released into his father’s custody. Delta V, he’s the Nascar of our generation, his public persona is that of a fun-loving superhero who does always comes through but his private self is that of a womanizing bachelor who is too selfish to give up the lifestyle he’s accustomed to just cause he got a kid. Which is why Donovan ended up here over the summer with is aunt, his dad’s half sister, Deanna Duke aka Principal Duke.

“Mr. Armstrong, are you still with us?” Athena’s voice snaps me out of my contemplation.

Donovan gives a nasty little snicker; while the girls around me give sympathetic looks.

Feeling sheepish, “Sorry, Athena.”

“Well, as I was saying while you were daydreaming is since Donovan is new to this school that he would need a escort around campus. As it happens you have been involuntarily inducted to the task.”

I was about to open my mouth when Athena’s voice was suddenly in my head. Mr. Armstrong, I am well aware your history with Mr. Fairmount but you are the only one that I trust to be able to handle Mr. Fairmount less than sterling temperament.

Sighing, I just nodded. It sometimes bites being the nice guy.

Turning to Donovan who was smirking. He mouthed ‘this will be fun.’

Yep, being the nice guy bites.

-TBC

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So? Reviews?

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Chapter1: The First Day of the Rest of My Life

I just realized that my main character’s name is Lance Armstrong. I want to make clear this story bears no resemblance to the life of the athlete Lance Armstrong. Before the edit, the main character’s name was supposed to be Sebastian.

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September 2009,

Riiiing

Riiiing,

Riiiiing,


“Alexander Lancelot Armstrong! Wake up, its time to get ready for the FIRST DAY of SCHOOL!”

“Uhhh, mom, I’m up. I’m up.”

The curtains were drawn as tightly as possible, but hints of sunshine still leaked in. Sunlight…what a pain.

Crawling out of bed… Thump…ouch…now I know why the alarm didn’t go off. It seems that sometime during the night, I must have knocked it on the floor.

Getting up from the floor, the first thing I did was make sure to put on my specialized carbon-quartz glasses. For reasons, I have yet to understand as well as the half-dozen specialist my parents have taken me to over the years my eyes seem to be supersensitive to sunlight though to compensate my night vision is almost cat-like.

Grabs gray hoodie from the closet as well finds a clean black t-shirt and a pair of baggy blue jeans from the drawer. Change. Go to the bathroom to do my business. Done.

Now, go down stairs for breakfast.

Hi, my name is Lance Armstrong. And please no bicyclist jokes; I have heard enough of them in my lifetime that I would be perfectly content to never hear another one ever again. Anyway, I’m fifteen years old but due to my birthday being just before the cutoff, I get to be a junior this year. So basically I am always the youngest of my class. Which incidentally happens to be the new junior class at Hercules High School, an airborne high school for sidekicks.

Yeah that’s right, I’m a super. Although considering who my parents are I’m a real letdown. You see, my parents the greatest super duo on the planet. Have been so for the past decade according to Cosmos, Seventeen, Vanity Fair, and every other popular media in the world. Yep, my parents are Supernova, with her amazing stellar-based powers equal to that of white dwarf star and ageless beauty she has capture the love and respect of the American people since her debut two decades ago, and the legendry All-American hero Mr. Amazing, possibly the strongest human on Earth. But, somehow despite having come from the most amazingly awesome gene pool, my powers are how should you say…

“LANCE!”

“Coming, mom.”

Step,
Step,
Step

Runs into the kitchen, where at the setting the table is a drop-dead gorgeous redhead who could give Rita Haywood in her heyday a run for her money. Even though she look like is in her twenties, she actually just turned forty a few months past. Putting her hands on her hips with a mock stern look on her face though her sparkling golden brown eyes twinkle with amusement, “Honestly Lance, after all the work I put on making the perfect first day of school breakfast for you.”

Attempting to look chasten but failing, “Sorry, mom.”

Taking a seat in front of the sunny side up eggs and sizzling bacon. “Is dad up yet?”

“Yes, he’s freshening up….”

Beep beep beep


Suddenly the Protectors alarm goes off. Without in a blink of an eye Pamela Armstrong is no more instead Supernova whose entire body even her hair is plumed with cosmic energy resembling flames.

*Click*

Whipping out her Protector’s comm., “Status?” “I see” “Right away.”

Click

“Mr. Amazing, it’s time to suit up. Dr. Mastermind has a giant mind freeze ray and is holding the city of Boston for ransom.”
Coming into the kitchen, six-feet-four-inches of pure unadulterated muscle clad in red, white, and blue spandex with a red cape with his darkish hair slicked back is Mr. Amazing. With the strength to carry a mountain on his back, skin so tough that it’s practically invulnerable, as well as able to jump a eighth of an inch into the air. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Oh Honey, I’m so sorry your father and I won’t be able to see you off.”

“Mom, its no problem the city of Boston needs you.”

“Right.”

With that the super duo opens the closest door where they keep the teleporter and beam themselves out.


Watching my parents go super mode is interesting, but after almost sixteen years it gets a little old. And sometimes I just wish they were plain Pam and Theo Armstrong, owners of the Heroic Style clothing chain. I’m pretty lucky in that my folks have pretty stable alter egos who own a large two story five bedroom three baths home in the surbs.’ My parents always did want more kids instead they got just me….

Knock

Knock

Than without waiting for me to answer the door, Derrick Cooper and Lydia Hubbard walk in. My two best friends in the whole wide world. We lived next doors to each other since my family moved in a decade ago. There use to be four of us but….

So you are probably wondering about my two best friends or if not I’m going to tell you about them anyways, let’s start with Lydia. Lydia Hubbard, first off, do not let the name fool you. She is actually 100% Chinese, and if you ever have a chance to talk to her than you will no doubt get a long lecture of the pitfalls of a patriarchal system that prides sons over daughters and how lucky she is to have been adopted by a American couple or else who knows what kind of life she could be living now. You see, Martha Hubbard and Jonathan Hubbard aka Nascar, one of the Golden Age’s champions, couldn’t have kids of their own on the count of Nascar getting his super speed powers from getting hit by lightning while working at a nuclear power plant, which basically drop his sperm count to zero. So, they decided to open their home and hearts to orphans with super powers. Lydia is the third, before her is nineteen year old war-torn Bosnian telepath Peter, then its Nigerian seventeen-year-old expath (she can manipulate the emotions of others), than are the nine-year old Argentinean twins Andy and Randy who not only share a telepathic link but if they join their right hands they can shoot ice beams and if they join left hands they can shoot fire balls, and finally there is sweet seven-year-old Melissa the only American-born who one of the scariest gifts of all, prophecy.
Lydia at a hair under five feet and with a almost chest less gymnast figure, people often mistake her for a eleven or twelve year old, but she is also as cute as a button. Tell her that at her your own peril. A natural born stylista, she doesn’t follow the trends of fashion, nope she makes them. Which is fortunate since her powers is to psionically shift the atoms and molecules of her clothing to alter their appearance. (Which may not seem like much of a power, but when you can turn a two-piece bikini into a suit of near indestructible metal alloy adamantium armor, people get impressed).

As for my main man, green-eyed chocolate skinned with dreadlocks to his mid-back six-three two hundred thirty pounds of hunk, Derrick Cooper, is kind of the big man on campus both figuratively and literally. Derrick has diamond hard skin that makes him near invulnerable. He lives across the street, with his mom Sandra Carter (she will keep her name, thank you very much), the super heroine formerly known as Bejewel she retired after having Derrick’s older sister Danielle (now nineteen pre-med student at Yale as well as part-time heroine Jewel, she inherited her mother’s power of sub-sonic flight by means of rapid forward propulsion that left a highly-visible tri-colored band of light in her wake.) and works as estate agent, while his father is the legendary non-powered Max Cooper aka Black Diamond who is for the most part now a stay-at-home dad, twelve years ago in a battle against his arch-nemesis Cold Fury who broke Cooper’s back (despite wearing a alloy steel battlesuit) and is in a wheelchair for life (though that hasn’t bought him down, instead he is a role model for all people living with a handicap). Biracial Derrick has always tried to be a role model for black youths across the nation just like his father.

Munch, Munch

“Your done eating that right,” Both Lydia and Derrick already snacking on the strips of bacons.

Eye roll, “Gee, couldn’t you two at least ask first?”

Lydia shrugs. “Not like you were going to eat it anyway.”

Sigh, “I know.”

It’s true for some reason, for the past couple of months no matter how mouths’ watering the food smells I just don’t have the desire to eat it. Although for some reason I am now always thirsty and carry a bottle of water with me at all times. But for some reason I can drink more than daily required 8 liters of water and still feel like I haven’t had any yet.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” I mumbled as I grabbed the keys and make sure to lock up first.

This year was going to the year…things were going to change.

The three of us walked to the bus stop. There she was, the fourth member of our once quartet, now trio. Willow Williams, the lovely redhead who literally is the girl-next-door that was once my closest and best friend (even closer than Lydia or Derrick) until freshmen year when the incident happened and she never did forgive me for what happened.

“Hey Willow.”

“Hi Derrick. Hi Lydia.” Willow waves to them while avoiding looking my direction.

Sigh; at least she’s now only ignoring me and not everyone.

The bus arrives, Layla make sure to sit next to someone in order to avoid sharing space with me. Joy, this definitely going to be an interesting year XP

In case, it escapes your notice as it usually does me, the school bus is secretly a hard-velocity rocket-jet disguised as yellow school bus. The first time you ride on it, it’s almost a guarantee that you lose your breakfast. It’s a great way to know whose the new kid.

The school’s location is a secret only a handful of people knows the exact location. Even the kids with flight powers aren’t allowed to know, so basically the whole student body can only get on and off campus by bus.

Getting off the bus, Willow immediately walks out of the bus and vanishes into the crowd. Nothing new, but I was hoping…

“ARMSTRONG!”

I turn to the direct of the shout, standing about ten feet away from me; six-two broad shoulders with a strong razor cheekbones clad menacingly in a leather jacket and denim black jeans, Warwick Walkingstick. Otherwise known as the school bad boy, the son of a superhero and supervillian (the supervillian being Vance Lord Black now serving five life sentences with no possibility of parole until his third life all thanks to my father Mr. Amazing putting a stop to his plans of world domination almost a decade ago), and most of all….

He takes a few deliberate steps closer, closing the gap between us.

Smooch

He plants a surprisingly soft sweet kiss on my lips, “Hey, baby.”

“I missed you,” I say blushing.

Oh yeah, Warwick Walkingstick, school bad boy, son of a superhero and supervillian, and most of all the love of my life.

Things are definitely going to be good this year.

-TBC

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Thank you for bearing with me this chapter. I know it was really long and dry but I wanted to introduce the characters.

I know that it gets confusing but bare with me there is logic to my madness.

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Hero Fall

Summary: Switched at birth, the son of heroes raise as a villain and the son of the heroes raised as a hero. What happens when the truth is found out?

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Prologue

It’s all a lie…my life, everything I believed in, my alleged destiny…in the end is all false.

Hi, my name is or was Alexander Lancelot Armstrong.

But everyone calls me ‘Lance.’

And this is my story…it’s all I have left.

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Friday, June 12, 2009

Super Boy Band
Super Boy Band

Prologue

Question: what do you do if the greatest superhero the world has ever known suddenly drops dead of a heart attack?

Answer: If you the said widow of the greatest superhero the world has ever known, Emma Du Bois-Rex, than you search the country for a group of young gorgeous super teens to replace him with.

The hitch, if you are Emma than you don¡¦t want to create another generic super teen team. Nope, you want to give them gimmicks¡Knot only are they a superhero team, but they are also a¡Kboy band.
This is the story of how one woman¡¦s bizarre insight on the world managed to spawn the greatest super boy band the world has ever known.


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Thursday, December 25, 2008

Stop It
Stop It

Stop it,
Stop telling me, that I am being too damn uppity
For asking that the Majority should think
Of thinking about
Protecting the Minority.

Stop telling me,
That it would be overtly presumptuous of the Majority
To want to Protect Special Classes of People.

Stop telling me,
That the Minority should be
The ones that to educate the Majority
About what the World.

Stop telling me,
That its up to the Minority
To Solve the Problems of
Society.
That it is a Minority Problem,
Not Everyone¡¦s Problem.

And than stop telling me,
Once the Minority learns to
Stand up for themselves
Only than will the
World be a Better Place.

Cause that worked out so well for
Ida B. Wells-Barnett,
All she wanted was for black men to
Stop ending up as Strange Fruit on a Tree.
She asked nicely
Didn¡¦t get answer back, too?
Oh wait, didn¡¦t her newspaper burn down?
And she had to run lackey-split out of
The South?

And lets not forget,
Miriam Makeba, our late-Mama Afrika,
All she did was tell the UN
About the fanatical
Apartheid in South Africa.
Lost her homeland
And forced into Exile.
Nice, huh?

So Stop it,
Stop saying that only in a idealize world
Can the Majority do right by the
Minority without them asking for.

So, let the Minority tell
The Majority, what they want first
Than the Majority will help them.

What the Majority got eyes of their own?
They can¡¦t possible see
Injustice for themselves.

Too blind by their own perfection
To their Imperfections?
That does no respect for the Minority
Nor the Majority.

Well, excuse me,
If don¡¦t want a cheap cop out.

And, excuse me,
If I can¡¦t take that sorry excuse
As the honest gospel.
So don¡¦t just go dissin¡¦
Them, so you can get me
All huffy about the Man
In order to avoid
Answering a few little questions.

And I sure as Hell,
Don¡¦t Appreciate that
You believe that once you say
That the world isn¡¦t all that ideal
That our conversation is OVER.

Hell No,
Our Conversation
Has only JUST BEGUN.


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Saturday, October 11, 2008

I am Hero
Cast of Characters

Ethan Alexander Pennyworth-Hero
The hero of the story, he is the youngest son of the world’s greatest super couple. Basically, this is his story of his coming out, stepping out of his family’s shadow, finding his place in the world, and finding true love. Ethan is an empath, an intuitive who can feel another person’s emotion and sometimes even know the reason behind them.

Marian Hillary Pennyworth-Hero AKA Lady Platinum
Ethan’s media savvy magnetism-power mother, a Brooke Shield’s look-alike, when she was young used to be a catalog model before marrying her current husband and joining him in the travel business. The child of the 1950s red-fedora-trenchcoat-blond wigged-fishnet-stillelo wearing superheroine Scarlet Starlet and the evil super-villian Lord Steel, Marian was conceived by rape. With that legacy she has dedicated herself to be the champion of Platinum City, even at the expense of good relationship with her children.

Jonathan Randall Pennyworth-Hero AKA Commander Hero
Ethan’s All-American powerhouse of a father, super-strength, invulnerable, and flight, he is the co-guardian of Platinum City. Jonathan is brunette Christopher Reeve look alike. While on the surface, he seems like the big man on campus all grown up though the truth is he is a househusband at heart. He prefers taking care of the hearth and is really only in name partner to his wife in the travel business. Being the eldest son of the World War II hero All-American, Jonathan was really pressured into going into the superhero business.

Rebecca Jasmine Winehearst “Jazzie” AKA Weather Maiden
Ethan’s older half-sister, she is the daughter of Marian and the second-string superhero The Weather Man. Marian divorced Jazzie’s father, three months after Jazzie was born and married Jonathan when Jazzie was a eighteen months, though never officially adopted by Jonathan for the most part she considers him her dad. The only thing she got from her biological father was his name and powers (she can’t summon storms, she can however control the weather in her immediate vicinity, calling up wind, rain, or when she concentrates hard lightning). Her cover job is being the Channel 5 weathergirl, once she was doing national news until a incident when she mention global warming, next thing she knows she’s back on the bottom. Her relationship with Marian is best described as distance.

Wyatt Baxter Pennyworth-Hero AKA Legacy
Ethan’s older “brother,” though the truth is he is actually Jonathan’s clone. After marrying Marian, Jonathan realize that he was sterile, unable to cope he begged his best friend, Dr. Albert Hobbs AKA The Doctor, to help him out in the end they pulled a Dolly, putting a clone embryo of Jonathan into Marian, and having her act as a surrogate. Unlike his ‘dad’ Wyatt is the big man on campus both physically and emotionally. In fact, he is everything the All-American wanted Jonathan to be. Recently, it has been out he is sterile just like Jonathan.

Esperanza Curtis AKA Curandera
A Jessica Alba look-alike, she is Ethan’s best girl friend. She can by lying hands on a sick person, see the disease in her mind, and she also has the ability to manipulate skin and muscle to heal minor wounds. The daughter of Mexican illegal immigrant who almost died crossing the border, the poor woman prayed to God to give her strength to go on, that was when she saw a vision of the Mother. The Mexican woman not only survived but also was given miraculous healing powers, calling herself, Curandera, Healer. Sadly, the original healer sacrificed her life in order to save Lady Platinum; because of this Lady Platinum basically has more or less tried to act as second mother to Esperanza. Esperanza has been Ethan’s best friend since the first grade and lives with her civilian pastor father a few houses away.

Dr. Albert Hobbs AKA The Doctor
Jonathan’s childhood best friend, and godfather to Wyatt and Ethan (they basically owe their existence to his mad science skills). A PhD and MD, he has every kind of doctorate degree known to man from Physics to Genetics to Psychology to History as well as many more. Possessing a tenth-level intellect, he is arguably the smartest man on Earth. A mad scientist to the nth degree, he fits the stereotype of the absented minded doctor to the tee. He is the leading expert in superhuman biology and has won the Nobel Prize for his superhuman research three times over.

Darrius Hill Adams
Ethan’s best guy friend, and Ethan met in junior high during an interesting incident involving dodge ball gone horribly wrong. The son of the Creole super heroine Madam Shades and the Cajun superhero Bayou, he is singularly beautiful with thick dark hair and rich skin tone that revealed the African heritage of his mother’s family, along with the narrow, aquiline nose of his French father. Darrius has the ability to shift-shape into a jaguar or jaguar-like humanoid.

Samuel Hero AKA All-American
Ethan’s grandfather, the father of Jonathan, in his prime he was considered one of the greatest superheroes during WWII. Born Shamus O’Brien, the son of working-class Irish immigrants living in one of the worst slums in all of Platinum City, his father was an abusive alcoholic and his mother was just too beaten down by life to help him out. At the age of fifteen, he runaway and joined the Army. The government personally selected him to join their super-soldier program he was the only success. Taking the mantle of the All-American, he was one of the first superheroes to appear at the outbreak of WWII. After the war, he had his name legally changed to Samuel Hero, longing for the America Dream he married Betsy Jones and had three sons. A self-made man, he is a bit of a bully, and has been estranged from his sons since his sons found out that he was having an affair with a woman half his age while Betsy was dying of cancer in hospice.

Eddie DeMarco
Jazzie’s fiancé, if you can picture Harry Potter all grown up than you can picture Eddie. An civilian with no superpowers whatsoever, he nevertheless is one of the few people outside the super community entrusted with the knowledge of the Hero family secret. He works as teacher’s assistance at local college while trying to get his PhD in Medieval History.


I’m Hero

Hi, I’m Ethan Alexander Pennyworth-Hero, quite a mouth full right? Well, considering the legacy that I’m from…let me start from the beginning, I’m Ethan, son of Marian Hillary Pennyworth-Hero and Jonathan Randall Pennyworth-Hero, two of the most successful travel agents in Platinum City, the owners of Hero & Pennyworth Travels…still drawing a blank, than how about Lady Platinum, mistress of magnetism, and Commander Hero, the all-American powerhouse. That’s right, the greatest super couple to ever grace the Earth. But of course that’s all a secret hush hush...secret identities and all, you know the drill.
So, anyways that’s me the youngest son of the greatest super duo in the world. Yeah, I have two older siblings, Rebecca Jasmine Winehearst “Jazzie” to all those who know her and want to be on her good side AKA Weather Maiden, she controls the weather and as a cover job she’s the weather girl for Channel 5, and Wyatt Baxter AKA Legacy, he’s basically a carbon copy of dad even planning on going into the travel business. Basically, I’m the youngest in the world’s most powered family, third generation; my dad’s dad is the All-American, he was a real legend during World War II, and on my mom’s side, Scarlet Starlet, who’s claim to fame was helping debunk Joe McCarthy’s Red Scare during the 1950s, but sadly fell from the spotlight after hooking up with my mom’s dad the mega super villain Lord Steel. Oh, and lets not forget my dad’s brothers, John AKA Captain Patriot and Alan AKA Ace Hero, and their sons, my cousins, Joe AKA Young Justice, Ricky AKA Dash, and Robert AKA Rambo.
Well, today is my graduation…after four long grueling years it’s finally time to leave Hercules Prep; I’m going to miss this school. A lot of things happen these four years, I came out to my family, I found my place in life, I found the love of my life, I lost the love of my life, I gained back the love of my life, and most of all I survived. All in all, it was fun, scary, and life altering. If you like let me tell you about it…it all started the first day of high school….

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Fictionous Truths
Fictional Truths

Disclaimer: Don¡¦t own Green Arrow (*scowl*)

Summary: Sometimes lies are just as good as any truths. Connor¡¦s POV

¡§¡¨- Talking out loud

¡¥¡¦-Thinking

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¡§Connor, its different for you. Your dad didn¡¦t even know about you. Mine did and left anyway.¡¨

Poor Rayner, it was Father¡¦s Day. A tradition we had since we met and despite Ollie¡¦s return was that we spent it together, going out on the town, drinking, and complaining about being fatherless. (Well, technically Kyle does all the drinking while I just sit there sipping really bad tea until its time to call the cab service later on.)

But tonight we decided to stay in¡K although in retrospect that may not have been such a good idea after all. Rayner was on his third beer in only an hour and I pretty much given up trying to get him to slow down. Now I can only wait until he finally passes out so I can tuck him in and call it a night. From the longs of things, it won¡¦t be all that long.

¡K. *Sigh* ¡¥Kyle¡Kits that¡¦s not quite true¡KConnor Hawke you are a coward, here is your best friend right in front of you bearing his heart and soul to you¡Kand you can¡¦t even tell him the truth. Why¡Kdo you honestly think by keeping Ollie¡¦s secret that you are protecting him or¡Kare you really yourself?

I know for over a year now that Ollie was there on the day I was born yet I still let everyone think that believe that Ollie didn¡¦t know about me until Hal told him. Mother told me all about it the night her divorce from the arms dealer was final. Poor Mother, despite it being the right thing to do she never felt worse¡Kthat night after having too much to drink so she could drown her sorrows she confessed to me every failed relationship she ever had, from her first boyfriend in high school that only dated her cause he thought being black meant being fast and when she refused to put out he dumped her and spread rumors anyway to Ollie who she really thought was the one but in the end left anyway despite being so supportive all though the pregnancy. In the morning with that terrible hangover, she had felt so awful about telling me the truth like that. I told her it was okay, that since Ollie was gone and it was all in the past that it was time for me to move on from just worshipping the hero and finally seeing the man. At the time, that really was what I thought Ollie was gone and nothing good or bad would come out if the truth so I just let it be.

But than Ollie came back and I still having done anything¡KI guess ¡Keverything so far has been so good. Ollie is finally being a father, not just to me but also to Mia and Roy¡KI don¡¦t want it to end and I¡¦m afraid everything good will end if I tell¡Kso I guess¡Kbeing honest can¡¦t be done.¡¦
¡§Yes Kyle, your right I don¡¦t understand. Ollie didn¡¦t know about me but now that he¡¦s back he is determined to make things right. And for what its worth, Ollie is doing a pretty good job.¡¨

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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

   Things I do for You
Things I do for You

Disclaimer: Don¡¦t own Sky High

Okay, nothing against Layla, but I don¡¦t buy the whole not using her powers unless she absolutely has to. She uses her powers a least three times before her catfight with Penny, in the first scene you see her use her powers to revive the withered potted plants at Stronghold¡¦s house, also the pert talk on the roof with Will were she uses a tree to get onto the roof and surprises Will with a apple, and at the Paper Lantern, she withers the flower when Will stands her up, than she has the nerve to tell Warren he isn¡¦t allowed to use his powers outside school.
So, after thinking over what Layla says compare to her actions, I come to the conclusion that she didn¡¦t do Power Placement because it¡¦s fascist, but because she knew Will would washout and she wants to be close to Will.

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Layla¡¦s POV

Will, you jerk¡Kafter everything I did for you. I stood by you when you washed out of Power Placement; I knew you hadn¡¦t gotten your powers yet and you end up a sidekick. I come from a long line of environmental heroines, my mother is the animal summoner Mother Nature and my grandmother is like me, a plant shaper, Earth Mother, they expected me to be super heroine like them, but instead I chose the path of love. That¡¦s right Will Stronghold, I didn¡¦t chose to be a sidekick because I thought the system was flawed, I did it to be close to you. The speech I gave, was so that I wouldn¡¦t come off as desperate.

I told everyone that I didn¡¦t believe in using my powers unless there is need to, basically letting everyone think I¡¦m struck-up for not going wanting to go through what everyone else was forced to go through. Did you know Will, that the girl that turned into a ball, told me that I was ¡¥a bitch, and that if I wanted to make a stand I should have been the first one up and given that speech before all sidekicks got humiliated?!¡¦ Coach Boomer called a spotlight activist that the stunt I pulled wasn¡¦t about right or wrong, but that I wanted to be the center of attention!

Did you know, Will?! How much I wanted to be a hero, but instead because I did not want to be away from the guy I was in love with, I let myself be classed as a mere sidekick?! And that when you got to move up to be a hero, I felt betrayed that you would leave me! But I let you go, because I figured because of our history together, I would be chosen as your sidekick. That the only thing that kept me going during those remedial classes of Gadgets 101 and Sidekick Grammar, was the thought that you and I would one day be a team.

Instead you went to Gwen Grayson, Miss Perfect, who ended up turning out an old lady in drag that your dad used to believe was his archenemy. When all of that ended during Homecoming, and you came back to me, I was so happy. My dream came true, the guy I was in love with since the first grade, loved me back.

So imagine the humiliation when, I after six years of being in a committed relationship with you, not only do you tell me that you never loved me as anything more than as a friend and sister, but all along you been pining for Warren Peace! Will, you have put me through hell, I almost ended being a sidekick for the rest of my life; if Principal Powers hadn¡¦t seen the number on Penny, I don¡¦t know how I would survive as a sidekick. After we been through, I am not letting you go because of some unnatural desires, you have developed. Remember Will, Warren¡¦s dad is Baron Battle who promised to have his revenge, and what better revenge than to sully the reputation of the Commander¡¦s only son. Don¡¦t you see, Warren is just using you¡Kdon¡¦t you see¡K

Will, I¡¦m not letting you go, I am not going to let people think of me as some sort of fag hag for the rest of my life¡Kwe will be together, together forever. I love you, and I know you love me too¡Kyour just very, very confused, but don¡¦t worry I will make it all better¡K

BREAKING NEWS:

THE SUPER COUPLE GREEN EARTH AND ALPHA FLIER WERE FOUND ENTANGLED AND DEAD IN A BED OF IVY. RUMORS POINT TO MURDER SUICIDE.

IN OTHER NEWS, THE WORLD¡¦S GREATEST PYROKINETIC FIRESTORM WAS FOUND POISONED BY HEMLOCK, SOURCES SAY THAT THE HERO WAS FORCEFED THE VILE PLANTS NONE OTHER THAN GREEN EARTH.

APPEARS THE GREEN EARTH SUFFERED A BREAKDOWN, AND SOURCES ARE UNCOMFIRMED TO CAUSE.

THE END

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-Okay, this originally didn¡¦t start out as this dark, but once I started writing as Layla couldn¡¦t be stopped. Reviews^_^;;

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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

   Request
Request

Hi, I just watched Lords of Dogtown, the film based on the Z-boys. And I couldn¡¦t help but notice the slash potential between Michael Angarano¡¦s character Sid and Emile Hirsch¡¦s character Jay Adams.

I was hoping that some writers would do some slash fics with this pairingJ

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Sunday, August 13, 2006

My Name is Will Stronghold
My Name is Will Stronghold

Don’t own Sky High

Warren, my name is Will Stronghold.
It isn’t Son of Commander and Jetstream.

It isn’t Hero. While Stronghold is my last name, I like to be thought of as Will.

It sure isn’t Junior Commander or hero-in-training.

I just want to be Will, sure I plan to be a superhero. But that doesn’t mean I want to be unveiled as part of the Stronghold Three at the age of 14. I may not know what my cover job will be, but I know its not real estate. Like I said I’m 14, so sorry if I don’t have the next fifty years of my life plan out.

Basically I am tired of people assuming. Yeah, I have my dad’s super strength, but that doesn’t mean I’m a dumb meathead. Yes, I’m a little naïve, so sue me, I grew up in the Suburban, for Superman’s jockstrap’s sake. What did you expect!

Anyway, it’s not about that. What I’m saying is I’m tired of everyone assuming things about me, tired of my parents thinking that I can fill their shoes at the age of 14, especially my dad’s shoes, I’m tired of my friends thinking now that I’m a hero-in-training that means I now that smash all the bullies in the school, tired of Medulla thinking that I’m super dumb cause I can’t tell the difference between building a freeze ray from a heat ray, tired of Coach Boomer thinking I’m going to be a blowhard like my dad, and I’m especially tired of Layla seeing me as Mr. Right. Cause while Layla knows me best and has always been there for me, even when I was being a jerk, she doesn’t know everything,

What I’m trying to say you Warren is…please don’t assume things about me. Don’t assume that just cause I love Layla, which means I’m in love with her…because the truth is…you’re the one that makes my heart pound out of control…

The End

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