Chapter One: Freshmen

"Round them up," Lash looked over at Speed, but he was already gone. He watched, smiling rather evilly as Speed ran around the freshmen, making them huddle into a circle. Showtime, Lash thought laughing before stretching his arms abnormally, flipping like a spring to get by Speed, who by them was standing in front of the freshmen.

Lash started to stretch his arms to get rid of the weird feeling in them. It's been a couple of months since I really used them, he thought. He started to talk, "I'm Lash, and this is Speed, and as representatives of..." This was all Lenne heard before she tuned it out. Knowing with her brother, it was probably something stupid and untrue. At least, that's what he told her what he does at school. She pulled at her black and white sleeves, trying to make them cover her hands more. She loved her hands being covered by her sleeves, and she had a good reason why.

"Now, if you would follow me into the gym..." A preppy looking girl said before turning around and going into the high school. Lenne blinked and raised her eyebrows, When did she get here?, before sighing silently and following the other freshmen into the building. I have to stop spacing out so much, she thought, smoothing out her chin-length black and red (It was dyed and deeply streaked, and she loved it. Her normal hair color was a dull brown like her brother's) hair with her sleeve-covered hand.

Finally, they made it to the gym, and a comet-like ball floated onto the stage and turned into a person. She started to talk, and some guy hollered, but Lenne was too busy to listen to them, as she was trying not to get to close to this dark green shirted girl. Suddenly, everyone started to turn around. She raised her eyebrows, but hurriedly turned around. She was in front of the dark green shirted girl, but behind, yet, another green shirted girl. She idly wondered if the dark cherry color was her natural color hair, before Coach Boomer started talking about power placement.

Lenne watched as many people came and went, before her mind started reeling. She didn't want to show her power. She sighed and closed her eyes, going through all the small power bits that she kept, when she found one. Flight. She got that one when her parents forced her to touch the cheek of one of the strongest super heroes in the world- Jetstream, or Josie Stronghold.

"HEY!" Coach Boomer yelled, making Lenne look up. He glared at her, "I've been trying to call you up for two minutes now!" Lenne immediately looked, mumbling an apology before walking up to the platform. The irritated coach glared harder at her, "What's your power?" Lenne bit her lip, and whispered out, "I fly." Luckily for her, Coach Boomer heard her. Unfortunately for her, he didn't warn her when he clicked twice on his remote and sent her into the air. Lenne concentrated hard, Gah, how do I fly! She was in the air for two in a half seconds before she finally started to fly around the room. She was only in the air for about ten seconds after that before she slowly stepped foot onto the ground behind the freshmen group. Coach Boomer didn't glance at her again when he wrote down on his clipboard and saying, "Hero."

Lenne nodded, mostly to herself, but didn't bother to walk back into the crowd of freshmen. She watched as the coach yelled, "Sidekick" at the cherry haired girl because she refused to show him her powers. She sort of sympathized for the girl. Maybe if I should've done that... was all Lenne thought before the bell for lunch rang. She didn't think much more on the thought, since Lenne was the first person out of the gym.

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Despite her best efforts, Lenne ended up being last to the cafeteria. She sighed and smoothed out her hair, semi-laughing at herself inwardly. You have no sense of direction Lenne, she thought amusedly. She stretched out her arms (not like her brother does, thankfully), they were hurting, which she thought was odd, but didn't thinking anything about it. She got in line for lunch, bored. When it was her turn, she just grabbed a bottle of juice and payed for it, before walking out of the line. She then groaned, lightly irritated. All the tables had at least one person at them. Lenne slouched her shoulders, looking around again for an empty table. There was a table with one guy at it, and he seemed to be busy reading a book and eating his lunch. Maybe she if she stayed at the other end of the table...

Taking her chances, she went over and sat down. The guy (he looked rather like a stereotypical rocker to her) didn't seem to acknowledge her yet, so she brought her book out; a personal favorite of hers- The Princess Bride. She sipped her apple juice as she started to read the sword fight between Westley and Inigo Montoya. She smiled lightly at the conversation made between them as they fought. This fight always made her want to be able to wield a sword.

"Hey," a deep voice said angrily. She looked up a little bit into the dark brown eyes of the rocker she was sitting by. They seemed so familiar... "Who told you that you could sit here!" His voice snapped out of her trance. She had to fight to keep from spacing out again as she replied, "There was no other empty table, or else I wouldn't be sitting here. I'm not going to bother you, so don't worry." She couldn't put her finger on it, but he looked so familiar...

Not wanting to think about it anymore, she went to open her book again, but his hand went to shut it. She yelped and dropped it, falling off the chair and holding her hands farther away from the book and his hand. She looked up at him, and immediately looked back down, seeing his confused look. She felt the many stares as she hurriedly got up and sat back down at the table. Her hands were in her lap and she was looking down, her cheeks red from embarrassment. She didn't meet the guy's (she felt sort of ashamed she didn't even know his name) when she went to get her book and messenger bag and walked away.

Warren raised his eyebrows, Why did she make a scene like that? Feeling the stares on him now, he glared at the recipients before going back to his lunch. If that display got her away from him, he really didn't, or rather shouldn't, care. Within the next five minutes, he was too busy glaring at Will Stronghold to think about the girl.

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Lenne shuddered as she walked out of the cafeteria. People thought she could fly, damnit! She didn't want them to think different. She exhaled a shaky breath and went to her locker. Her mind laughed at her, Your first day here and you already made people turn heads. She smiled and nodded, whispering, "That seems to be the thing to do on the first day, isn't it..." It is, her mind answered back, before the bell rang to go back to class. She shut her locker, and laughed inwardly again. People thought it was bad to have conversations with your mind, but it was just one of the, well, 'side effects' that came with her power.

She adjusted her bag strap as she went back into the gym, and raised her eyebrows at the boy on the platform. It was Will Stronghold, Josie Stronghold's son. She gulped inaudibly. She knew he seen her earlier, and she wondered a little bit if he knew who she was. He should, she thought, a little depressed, I made his mother go into a coma for a week. She went to the back of the crowd and bit her lip a little. She watched as he was thrown into the air and hit the wall. She was glad that she was standing with her back to the gym wall, and not the bleachers.

She watched as people helped him to the infirmary after Coach Boomer screamed out "Sidekick". She, like many other people, clapped their hands over her ears, glad that her sleeved helped to muffle out his scream a little bit. After the scene, Coach Boomer just went on with his list of people to sort. She thought it was, well, rather cold and unemotional to not feel anything when you sent a kid to the infirmary. This set off to Lenne to her mind until the end of the school bell rang. She sighed, smoothing her hair out once more and got on a random bus.

She yawned and grabbed the back seat that didn't have anyone in it, and instantly went to look out the window. The students that were out there were laughing and visiting before walking into the bus. I used to do that when I was younger, she thought melancholy. She didn't get much more into her mind before the seat shifted and someone else was sitting there. She turned around and was about to yell at the person that she wanted to be alone when a familiar face popped into her mind. Her face instantly drained of its blood. It was the person from the cafeteria table!

She gulped audibly and turned back to stare out of the window. The person didn't seem like he wanted to acknowledge her. Of course, he didn't seem like he wanted to acknowledge you before when you were in the cafeteria, her mind added. "True," she whispered, closing her eyes. Warren looked at her oddly. Was this girl insane? She looked insane, and she definitely acted insanely. Warren wanted to get out of the seat he was in badly, but there were no empty seats left. Stupid Mr. Medulla, he glared inwardly. I'm going to hurt you the next time I see you for keeping me late. You're the reason I have to sit with an insane psychopath.

He blinked, and his eyebrows raised. Why was she on the sophomore bus? He bit on the inside of his lip. He didn't want to talk to this insane woman, but it looked like he had to for him to get an empty seat. He turned to face her, who was still facing the window, and tapped her shoulder, which had a red shirt over the black and white striped t-shirt she had. What is she, he thought, almost disgusted, Lash's sister?

Lenne yelped and jumped again for the second time today. She hated being so jumpy. She turned around to glare at the owner of the hand, and whispered, "What?" Warren stared dully back at her, "Why are you on this bus, and not the freshmen bus?" She raised her eyebrows, and the outside of her mouth quirked upward. There's different kinds of buses, now... her mind thought gleefully, taking all of her willpower to keep from spacing out.

She leaned back into the seat, and shrugged lazily, "My brother's on this bus, so I guess why waste the gas, you know?" Warren didn't say anything, he just stared at her dully. It was starting to make Lenne uncomfortable. She scooted away from Warren a little bit, and she added, "His name is Lash." Warren's eyes hardened, making Lenne gulp audibly.

Before Warren could anything though, the bus slammed on the brakes, coming to an apartment complex. Lenne visibly looked relieved. She practically jumped over Warren and ran off the bus, Lash quickly behind her. She sighed happily when the bus drove away, making her brother look at her oddly, "What has gotten into you, sis, besides the fact that you're insane?" Lenne laughed and punched him at the shoulder, before walking side by side with him. Lash just smiled and swung an arm around her shoulders, walking into the complex.

"So, what power did you pretend you have this time?" Lash said as soon as they got into the apartment. She looked at him amusedly, throwing her bag onto the couch, which was surprisingly clean. In fact, the living room seemed like something you would see in a hotel. Lenne, of course, was used to this, and went into the kitchen, which was also like something out of a magazine, impeccably kept. "I told them I had flight..." She trailed off, and looked over to Lash, "I saw Stronghold. I'm not sure whether or not he noticed who I am." Lash shrugged, and opened the refrigerator, grabbing a soda from it, and leaned on the counter, "He, and you, were little at the time. It wouldn't be surprising."

Lenne stiffened, but went on getting some chocolate chips from the refrigerator, "But I did put his mother into a coma, Lash." She stuffed some chocolate chips into her mouth, sitting up on the counter. Lash shrugged once more, "Does it matter now, though? If he didn't notice you, then he didn't notice you. There is no use thinking about it. Now, I have to hurry and get to work, alright? Just order take out or something." He pushed off the counter and walked toward his bedroom.

Lenne exhaled slowly, smoothing out her hair with her hand. With their parents in jail, Lash had to work constantly to keep their apartment, and they had to go and pretend that they had parents still here, so they wouldn't get taken away. She walked to her room, biting her lip. Her application for an early work permit was at the capital at the moment getting looked over. She hoped they would accept it, so Lash wouldn't have to work as hard as he did.

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Will Stronghold was currently in the Secret Sanctum, listening to his father rant on and on about all the different souvenirs he got after defeating his foes. Suddenly his father stopped in front of a rather odd souvenir, a velvet glove. A small one at that, a child's glove. Will furrowed his brow. Why in the world would his father fight a, a child!

"Do you remember when your mother was in the bed asleep that one week when you were five?" His father was looking serious now, almost pained. Will furrowed his eyebrows again, and slowly nodded, "You told me she took a huge blow from one of the enemies you were fighting." Steve looked more grim, "Yes, she took a huge hit, but it actually came from the villians' daughter, who got her powers at a very young age."

"Let me go!" Jetstream screamed, being held by an invisible wall. A woman in her early 30's smirked at her, her hand out, palm pointing at Josie Stronghold. Commander was currently being held back from tackling the woman, by a very powerful man, who could stretch his arms. The superhero duo were trying to defeat the duo after they stole money from a bank not to far from their home. Yet, it seemed that the villains were luring them back to their own house, which was quite odd.

They were currently in the huge living room of a big mansion. That wasn't on Commander and Jetstream's mind at the moment. The menacing and hatred look in the woman's eye was shown at them, as she called out into the house, "Lenne, we have a visitor!" A look of confusion and puzzlement crossed Josie and Steve's face as a child came down the stairway.

She had dark brown hair and dark grey eyes, which held innocence, even with her parents being evil. She was currently wearing a long sleeved shirt and pajama pants, and white gloves, and holding a stuffed animal, a kitten. She looked so... naive. The captives almost wondered why they wanted her down here for this, and they stopped struggling.

Lenne looked up happily at them, "Yes mama? I love visitors! Is it my playmate Jenna?" The woman referred to as 'Mama' just smirked more. This was Isabella Dorothy, a telekinetic that was simply called Raven. No one knew why, she was just called that. "No sweetie, I have new visitors, and they want to know your powers that you just got." The guy holding Commander snickered, obviously going to enjoy the chaos that was going to follow.

Lenne's smiled faltered, and she backed away, "My... powers...? They want to see my powers?" Raven grinned sadistically, and held her palm out to her daughter, who started to slide across the floor to Jetstream. Lenne struggled, clutching the kitten tighter as invisible forces started to move her hand out towards the Superhero. Commander raised his eyebrows. Who would do this to their children.

Tears sprung to Lenne's eyes as the glove started slipping off her hand, and she looked up to the superhero, who started to struggle against the invisible bonds. Raven could only chuckle as Lenne was levitated into the air and was about to touch Josie's cheek. Commander yelled at Raven to stop this when Josie started to yell in pain from the absorbing. Lenne started yelling, too, as memories started to force their way into her weakened mind.

Commander, out of a fit of luck, got the arms off of himself. He turned around and kicked the guy into the wall before running toward Raven. Isabella anticipated this, and moved one of her hands to him, letting go of the connection between someone else- her daughter. Lenne crashed to the floor, shaking uncontrollably, her mind almost at the point of shutting completely down. She looked up and watched as her mother was too slow of stopping Commander, before she blacked out from the memories and 'new' power.

Commander didn't pay much attention to the little girl, though. He slammed into Raven as hard as he could, sending her to the floor. He heard a sickening crack under him, and he got up. He didn't even care to look down at the broken woman as he went to his wife and superhero comrade. She was, no, not dead, but blacked out. He scooped his wife up into his arms, and stepped over the little girl, grabbing the unused glove as one of the souvenirs. He felt no remorse as we walked out of the building.

Steve sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Only a day after did I start feeling guilty for leaving the child there. I went back to the house, but I guess she finally woke up and ran away." Will blinked and raised his eyebrows. This story was more exciting than that Royal Pain one. He looked over to his dad, "Who was the guy holding you?" Commander nodded, "I had to figure that out, too. I went to City Hall after going back to that house, and I looked him up in the book of villains there. The man called himself 'Horror', and he wasn't as famous as Raven, as you could tell."

Will nodded, understanding, "What happened to him?" Steve bit his lip, "He was arrested a month later for attempting to kidnap a boy out of this apartment. Though, I guess it didn't get to far, seeing as how the police were called and found him blacked out in front of the apartment door." Will nodded once more. Commander grinned, the memory leaving his mind, "Now, what did you want to tell me?" Will's eyes widened, and he gulped inaudibly, "Uh.. Just that I'm going to beat you at pool."

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Yay! I finished my first chapter of the story! Heh, the sad thing was that I watched Sky High just before this, and I was like, "Alright, I'm going to make a WarrenOC fic that will be original, no one's done Absorbtion!" Then I get on here and saw how many there were, and was like, "...Oh. That sucks." But oh well, hopefully my fic won't be as stereotypical... Yeah... Heh. Another sad thing was that I started wanting to do a LashOC fic, since there aren't many on here... Oh well, maybe later in time... Heh. Gar, I say 'heh' too much. I'm trying to cut back on it, stupid habit. It's because I hate lol...