It was pep rally day at Sky High and the students alternately cheered and groaned over the possibility of getting to quit school and having to sit through the actual rally.

After all, you couldn't just walk off Sky High like most campuses. Through the pushing and crowded hall, Layla forced her locker door open, stashing her things away in it before they went to the gym.

"Hey, Layla!" Zach fist-bumped her as she slammed her locker shut. "Hey Zach." She responded tiredly. "Are you okay?" His eyes peered out from underneath bleached shaggy hair and looked very concerned for his friend. She smiled a little. "I was up late last night. Homework."

She leaned against the wall as a surge of people headed toward the gym. Magenta came trailing in behind them, snapping her bubble gum loudly. "So… who's ready for a pep rally?" She asked in a bored tone, briefly hugging Layla.

"Not really, but I can't get out of it now." Layla looked down at her shoes apprehensively. A lot had changed in the past 2 years. Layla and Will had broken up and gotten back together multiple times, until Layla decided to call it quits.

Even though she had been the one to break it off, she was still a little tender over seeing him so much and knew that he would be the main star of the rally today. After all he was a hero, and the time that he'd spent in Hero Support had become the smallest spot on his otherwise stunning career.

A lot of talking had gone around about improving Hero Support's treatment, but nothing had come of it. Since they'd saved the school in their freshman year, the curriculum had only slightly changed for them, to include a week of "If your Hero gets knocked unconscious, how to react"

"We should probably get going." A deep voice said behind them. Warren stood there, his customary scowl firmly in place. Having been adopted by the freshman their first year, he continued to hang out with them through the next three years until this, his senior year of high school.

Talking briefly, they made their way through the bowels of the school towards the gym. Magenta and Zach still went out, and Layla was grateful for both their friendships.

Just after the break-up, Zach, Magenta and Warren had been the most solid people at school. Warren may've been stoic, moody and even surly sometimes, but he was there any time she needed to talk to him at the Paper Lantern.

He understood in some way how it felt to break-up. After all, his own girlfriend, Anita had dumped him after the glitter of dating the bad boy on campus had worn off.

If anyone had been outside of the school and happened to look up, they would have seen a misshapen dark form, outlined by the sun, several hundred feet in the air.

If they had particularly good vision, they would have seen that it was two girls. One was standing in the mid-air, right arm slung around the other's middle. The second girl seemed to be asleep, and the way that her feet rested on top of the others boots suggested that perhaps she needed assistance to stay aloft as she did.

Javelin stood in the air, supporting her one friend, and looking at the school below her. Amy was barely hanging on, having slept only a few hours in the past 3 days. She was shot and it wasn't healing well. Her ankle was broken, and neither of them had eaten much in the past week.

At first glance it appeared that Javelin was fine, until you noticed the slight limp of her right leg, and the dark bags under her eyes. Both were covered in dirt and widespread covering of black greasy material. The dirt was from sleeping on the ground and the black was from flying through several plane's back streams to get here.

Javelin dropped down to the level of the school, landing on the green lawn. The school was rotating and Javelin jerked the side while her feet were still unsteady. Amy's eyes shot open when she stumbled and she groaned in pain before passing out again. Javelin stopped to cradle her in her arms and then began walking toward the school.