A/N: I don't own Sky High. I own a few characters and the plot.
This is my first Sky High Fanfiction story so don't roast me alive. (No pun intended to Warren Peace) Flamers are NOT WELCOME! (Again, no pun intended) Some OOC may be, this IS my first Sky High Fanfiction story.
This may be WarrenOC or LashOC. I haven't decided yet.
Homecoming didn't happen.
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Chapter 8
The closer he got to me, the more I backed away. He held up his hands in surrender.
"I will not hurt you. I swear it." He said, his face sincere.
I was confused. "What do you mean?"
"I wanted to wait out our sentence, pay for the crimes that we'd done. But your father didn't want to. He's very angry about you testifying against him. The cops and other supers should be on their way now. All we have to do is wait it out." He said, sitting down on the opposite side of the room.
"And what about Warren? Your son?! Are you just going to let my father torture him into insanity?!" I screamed, standing up.
"I am not going up against your father. You can go, but not me." He said carelessly.
"You're a selfish bastard." I hissed and then ran out of the room.
I ran back to the room to see my father still inside Warren's mind. I sent a bolt of lightning down towards him and he jerked. He spun around to glare at me. Before I could do anything else, I was thrown against the wall and being beaten again. The last thing I remember before I lost consciousness was Warren lying on the floor, looking beaten and vulnerable.
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A harsh bright light was beating down on my closed eyes. There was steady bleeping in the background as I opened my eyes. I looked to my right to see my adoptive dad sitting in the chair and my adoptive mom in his lap. On my left, Warren was slumped in the other chair.
"Warren?" I whispered.
He jerked awake and headed towards me. He hugged me gently, and for that I was grateful, because I was sore.
"What happened?" I asked as he pulled back a little.
"When the cops and other supers arrived, your dad figured it out and killed my dad. In order to stop him, they had to kill your father." He said quietly.
"He's gone?" I whispered.
"Yes. I'm sorry." He said.
"Why would you be sorry? I'm finally free!" I said, leaning up to kiss him hard.
"We're both free." He said, kissing my forehead.
And that had been my goal. To finally be free of my father. It was a wonderful feeling.
THE END!! Thanks for reading!