Fire Starting, Not Controlling
©®™ Lt. Commander Richie
((This is a response to all the idiotic Gothic Pyrokinetics out here, and why they should just leave Warren the hell alone.))
Well, it could be worse.
She could be in that psyche ward in downtown Brooklyn, after all. But nope. After she burned her room up, she had to go here until they finished rebuilding it. It would take about a day, and the Government paid for it, but she didn't like the place already.
Sure, that name was used pretty much daily around the BPRD, but she hadn't been there for a month now. She was bunking at North Mercy. But now, in the cheerful spaceship-esque halls of this High School, she was looking out of place. In a black spaghetti strap dress, black coat and black kitten heels, her outfit was completed by the black beret on her ebony hair and the Polaroid camera hanging around her neck. Now all that she needed to really complete the outfit was a scowl.
Check, erase, scribble all over the little box. She was beyond scowling now.
She had been interrogated by the Principal, then instructed in the rules of the school. Then she was interrogated by the gym teacher, and put in Sidekick class because she couldn't let her powers out without burning the school down. Then she was versed in Sidekick history by a washed up Sidekick named Mr. Boy. All in all, this was worse than hunting down a Manticore in the catacombs under the Vatican. She wanted to be anywhere but where she was now. Heck, sitting in Abe's dunk tank was above Sky High on her 'Places To Be Before I Die' list. But before she could go back to white walls, a nice jacket and plenty places to sleep, she had to survive lunch. Great. Lunch as a senior for a day at a strange school.
The halls were empty, but as she pushed open the cafeteria doors, commotion hit her hears. It was utter pandemonium, in the form of High School students eating. Gulping, she made the plunge into life in general. Locating a table where nobody could talk to her was hard, but she figured it out. In the middle of the room, pushed against the wall, was a table with only one person. With a sigh, she sat down.
"Oh great, not another G-Lol pyro. Can't you people leave me alone?" The boy at the end must have been directing the comment to her, because everyone else was giving the table a wide berth.
"You have such a disgusting disposition, it's almost funny. Just let me survive the day." She muttered, beginning to unpack her lunch. A pill bottle came out with her tater tots.
"What're those for? Are they for the voice in the back of your head that tells you to use your powers for evil?" A girl's voice broke into the murderous thoughts in her head.
"If you must know, they're to keep me from using my powers." It was the truth, actually. The girl that had spoken was a pretty redhead in a green blouse and matching skirt. A boy in blue sat down next to her.
"Great, another one. What's your name? Vanessa? Charlotte? Lillith?" The boy asked, and hands went to her temples.
"My name is Elizabeth Sherman. Now please stop talking, you're making my headache worse." Liz snapped, closing her eyes and tilting her head down.
"Be nice, yo. She's, like, mental." A boy now sat down, a girl dressed similarly to Liz next to him. The boy was in whites and bright yellows, the girl in purples, blacks and teals.
"So, Elizabeth, if that is your name, how'd you get that scar? Abusive family that you ran away from and now you're on the lam from a super villain father?" Another boy sat down, this time in oranges and plaid greens.
"No. Nothing like that. I got it at six years old when a boy threw a rock at my forehead and I decimated a playground full of third graders and the surrounding three blocks." Liz said, moving her hands from her temples to pinch the bridge of her nose. Her headache was growing worse, and if they started harassing her any more, the ball of fire in her chest would explode.
High School sucks. Liz decided, as the boy that had started it all spoke up.
"Wow, powerful. So, if you're such a powerful pyrokinetic, why are you here?" The boy asked. The girl in green shushed him as he started another question.
"I'm sorry if they seemed forward to you." She began, finishing her bite of salad that had otherwise kept her occupied before that. "I'm Leila. Will is next to me, Warren is next to will, next to you is Zach, then Magenta, then Ethan. So, Elizabeth, why are you here?"
Liz mumbled something incoherent as she uncapped her pill bottle and shook out two of the red capsules and put the top back on.
"What was that?" Will asked. Liz said it again, after downing the pills dry.
"I'm here because they're rebuilding my room at North Mercy because I burned it down during a nightmare. I'm not at the BPRD because everyone's on a manhunt for a vampire named Baron Vorsheigt Von Hiemmel. And I'm not a Pyrokinetic, I'm a fire starter!" Liz snapped, picking up her lunch and stuffing it back into the bag. "And I don't like your friend! I like someone else." Liz finished stuffing her lunch into her bag, stepped back, and snapped a quick picture of the group sitting at the table.
"What was that for?" The girl, Magenta, had been quiet until then, preferring to stay out of it.
"So I'll have something that I'll not be afraid of losing next time my room burns up because I have a nightmare about chasing that Manticore through the catacombs under the Vatican!" Liz nearly shrieked before stalking out of the lunchroom. The entire room was quiet, and Leila got up to go after Liz.
"I don't care if I have to get a quality education for a day, if you've staked the asshole then come pick me up!" Leila could hear Liz screaming into her cellphone at someone, no doubt about the 'vampire'. There was silence, then Liz began to rant again. "He'll be better by the time you get from Romania to here!" There was a sound like a piece of metal put in a microwave, and then a severely burnt cellphone sailed past Leila's ear.
"Nice aim!" She remarked in a bubbly voice, stepping forward. Liz looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry if I hit you. Abe just makes me so mad sometimes. I didn't mean to be so snappy back there, either. I have a headache, I really don't want to be here, and I… I… I miss H.B." Liz said, sitting down. Leila sat down next to her, and flopped backwards onto the grass.
"I'm sorry about my friends. You seem like a nice person, but Will is Warren's best friend, and he's had enough of the Pyrokinetic Gothic Lolita girls that come around just to try and be with him. It's pretty sickening." Liz laughed, first starting out as a chuckle and then a full out laugh.
"I can imagine. The guy is good looking enough, but I don't think he quite fits my preferences. Sorry to disappoint." Liz said, flopping down next to Leila.
"Do you really have no control over your powers?" Leila asked, and Liz shrugged. She held up a hand, a blue fireball appearing in it. She shut her eyes and they formed the shape of a man with horns and a large right hand.
"It depends on my state of mind. Headaches are the worst, and if I'm angry or scared, my powers react to the threat. But even with no mental state involving emotions, this is what three months of training has done. It's all I can do, actually. If I throw the fire, it fizzles and doesn't go anywhere." Liz said, extinguishing the fireball with her other hand.
"Did you really chase a Manticore through the catacombs under the Vatican?" Leila asked. Liz laughed again.
"You really think a Manticore would make it into the Vatican, let alone under it? No. I was joking about the Manticore. It was Brutus, Professor Doctor Herman Von Klempt's trained undead gorilla." Liz laughed again, no doubt at a funny memory of the time.
"Isn't Von Klempt… Dead? He's been dead since the forties." Leila said, looking bemused.
"Nope. He's a Nazi head in a jar." Liz answered. They spent the rest of lunch that way, actually making pleasant conversation. When the bell rang, Leila got up from her indentation in the grass.
"That was fun. Too bad you're going back to a psyche ward after today." Leila said, sadness evident in her voice. Liz got up too, enveloping the green-clad girl in a hug.
"Nah," Liz started, before picking up her camera. "I think I might go to the BPRD instead."
Will Elizabeth Sherman please report to the school hanger bay, your ride has come to pick you up.
A voice on the intercom blaring the Principal's voice was mounted above them. Leila took Liz's hand.
"C'mon, I'll show you to the hangar bay." She said, dragging the black-clad girl into the school.
"H.B!" Liz practically screamed, bounding forward and enveloping a large, brown leather-clad mountain. Leila hung back, watching. The mountain was big and red, with black hair and… Goggles? No, those were sawed off horns. Leila's further inspection showed that he had a tail, and the ends of his boots were missing because he had hooves.
"Hey Liz!" The mountain said, enveloping the girl in a hug. Leila could his large stone hand clearly by then. So that's who Liz made out of that fireball! As the trio (yes trio, there was a smaller, bald blue man with gills and fins standing next to H.B. and Liz.
"Hey, Leila. C'mere. I want you to meet Hellboy." Liz said, waving her hands in a fashion that suggested to Leila to come forward.
"So these are the kinds of people you hang out with?" Leila asked. "A big red guy with a stone hand and a Merman?"
"Exactly. I'd invite you to HQ sometime, bu-." Someone revved the engine of the plane the two that came to pick up Liz in.
"We're coming! Just wait a minute!" Hellboy yelled, hitting his smaller, human looking hand on the side of the plane. The merman boarded, Hellboy following.
"Bye Leila! I'll look you up some time, between the evil Nazi world domination plans and the demon cowboys!" Liz shouted over the engine of the plane, stepping forward and hugging her new friend. Then she stepped back and pulled up her camera from where she had dropped it when she had hugged Hellboy, and snapped a picture of Leila.
"Is that to hate me forever?" Leila yelled over the engine.
"Nah, it's to put on my good wall!" Liz yelled back, before jumping aboard the plane. Leila stepped back as the plane rumbled forward, the door just barely closing before it took off out the hangar doors.
Leila Williams, please report to the Principal's office on account of missing your fourth period class.