Chapter Eleven:

"Will?" Said a voice from the door. It was Principal Powers.

"Principal Powers. Please you have to help me!" Will screamed. He jumped up and ran over to her "Please, it's Warren, he didn't do it!"

"Oh. Oh Will." She said, sounding sympathetic. She put her arm over Will's shoulder "I know it's hard, but you have to accept what's happened. The man you loved is gone."

"No you don't understand." Said Will jerking away from her quickly. "It wasn't Warren, he was set up."

Principal Powers sighed. She had seen something like this coming, but even so, the level of desperation in Will's voice lead her to listen.

"Ok Will, what do you think happened?"

"It was Roberts... that counselor guy."

Principal Powers looked confused. Will's eyes widened in surprise as he realized, Mr. Roberts wasn't a counselor, and he came here for this.

"Will we don't have a staff member by that name at Sky High."

"I know... I know," Will said as he started pacing the room "Ms. Fletcher though. She is involved somehow."

Principal Powers sighed again before saying "Will. I knew this would happen. Warren had a problem with Ms. Fletcher, the way she taught or something. I don't know what he has said to you, but she is a good woman and..."

"NO!" Will interrupted. "Roberts told me too. He told me they were involved in this. Please you have to help me, we have to go and get Warren. He doesn't belong there."

"Will. I'm sorry, but I can't act on the word of an emotionally distressed teenager and a mystery man I have never seen. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."

"I will find a way to save him. You know that right?"

"I know you'll try." She said solemnly "and I also know you'll fail."

Will looked up at her defiantly "You're wrong." he said.

He picked up the remaining unbroken chair and threw it at the window. It smashed and Will flew out, just missing Principal Powers barely audible "Good luck Will"

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Will flew to the only place he knew. He flew home. He had to stop and think before he went ahead. There had to be something, anything that could tie Ange Fletcher and Gareth Roberts to Ethan's death. His parents had seen the autopsy files, but all they would tell him was that Warren was the killer. Maybe there was something else in it. He couldn't know until he saw the reports, which, meant breaking into the coroners office.

He unlocked the door and went inside, to change. His red shirt and bright blue jeans were a little too eye catching for breaking and entering. He climbed the stairs quickly and ran into his room. He quickly stripped and opened his closet, retrieving the only black shirt and pants he owned. After putting them on, he went to close his closet door when something caught his eye.

Warren's jacket.

He picked it up and slipped it on. It was a little big, but it fit him ok. It made him feel strong. Well, emotionally strong anyway. He slipped his cell phone into the inside pocket and stopped, his hand had touched something in the pocket. Papers. He pulled out the folded papers and looked at them carefully. The first was a bank statement, which Will threw on the bed. The next was a picture of him. Will's heart flipped and it took everything he had to keep from crying. He put that back in the pocket. Will looked a the last piece of paper and felt sick. It was the list of names Warren had gotten from his fathers lair.

He scanned the list quickly and saw what he was looking for.

Gareth Roberts, power, teleportation.

further down the list he read

Ange Fletcher, power, power theft.

Will drew in a sharp breath. This was the kind of proof he needed, but he knew it wasn't enough to free Warren. The police would just say Will had made the list himself. They needed to find the lair and look for themselves,.

Which meant a trip to Warren's prison cell.

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Will landed outside the prison after flying there as fact as possible. He went into the foyer of the building and up to the front desk. Behind him were two members of the super police, and the judge that had sentenced Warren.

"Hello." greeted the young blonde at the desk "How can I help you?"

The judge stepped forward, looking intimidating even outside the courtroom. He leaned forward over the counter.

'We need to see Mr. Peace" He said slowly. His accent was that of an upper-class British gentleman. It commanded respect.

"Of course Judge Ryder." She said, pressing a small button on the wall.

The floor beneath them bean to lower slowly, and before long they were on another floor, far down beneath the ground. Rows and rows of cells lined the walls. As they started to walk towards Warren's cell, Will noticed some familiar faces in the other cells. Speed and Lash were in Cells right next to each other.

"Hey Stronghold!" Speed yelled out when he saw him "Finally looking on the dark side of life huh?"

"Bite me lard ass." Will said, causing Lash to burst out laughing. Will had no time for confrontations. As he neared Warren's cell, his insides froze. He was scared. He stepped in front of the cell door.

Inside, Warren sat on the small cot. He hadn't noticed them, or if he had, he showed no sign of it. His hair was a little longer. Will gasped when Warren looked up from the floor to look at them. His face was covered in bruises and cuts. But what scared Will more was the expression he wore. It was blank and emotionless. Warren had given up.

"Hey Warren." Will said quietly "I came to help you."

Warren laughed. Even his laugh sounded hollow. "Sure" he mumbled.

"Warren, we need to know where your fathers lair is."

"Why?"

"So we can look for more evidence linking Ange Fletcher to Ethan."

Warren's expression brightened. He looked at Will carefully. He brushed the hair away from his eyes, flinching as his fingers touched bruises.

"So you believe me?"

"Yeah. I'm so sorry Warren. I know you could never forgive me but..."

"you're right. I can't."

Warren turned t look at the judge. "You got a pen? Cuz here's how you get there.

-

Three days later, it was over. The guard led Warren out of his cell and into the front foyer to collect his things. Evidently the judge and other officials had found enough evidence in his fathers lair to clear his name. The government gave him three thousand dollars. Evidently they decided one thousand for each week was adequate penance.

Warren stepped outside, feeling the wind whip through his hair. The feeling of freedom was amazing. He closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air.

"Hey." Will said meekly. He was standing beside Warren, looking up at him, and smiling. "I missed you."

He reached over and took Warrens hand. Warren jerked away.

"Warren..."

"No Will, what did you think would happen? I'd get out and we could go around pretending nothing had ever happened? I can't do that now. I can't be the same person."

"We can sort through all this."

"No. There is no we. It's over."

"What."

Warren turned and started to walk away, leaving will standing outside the prison. Before he was even a meter away, he turned back.

"You could have believed me. But you didn't. If you loved me, you would have."

"It's not that simple." Will pleaded

"That's the thing Will. If you love somebody, it is that simple. It's always that simple."

Warren turned away again and walked away. Will watched silently as Warren walked away into the distance.

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AN: Well yay, Warren's out of jail, but oh dear, now they are in worse shape than ever. REVIEWS?

This is the end of A Burning Desire pt 2, but a new story following on from here will be started, but under a different name and stuff. The next story is gonna be a little less intense and a little more fun, hope you all stick around for it.

p.s fun fact, all my bad guys are named after people I work with (well not the last names. and I love them all really)