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The high school where most of the characters go.
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Dusk Haven High School is a part of 
Dusk Haven.
It was cold. Pit wasnât aware of much else. It should have been uncomfortable. It should have been numbing. It should have painful. But it wasnât any of these things it was just cold. He was barely aware of the passage of time. There were times of pure cold and times of nothing, not even dreams. It was horrible. This went on and on and seemed endless.
Then came the warmth. It was subtle at first, barely anything. But it got warmer and warmer, then it was hot. Searing heat burning his lips. âWait, my lips?â Pit thought. âWhy were my lips burning?â And there was a soft pressure on them too. He was being kissed! He opened my eyes to see Christianâs face pressed against his, eyes closed and sad-looking. He closed his eyes again and allowed Christian to finish his kiss. So many things went racing through his mind. Christian? He was Pits best friend, sure, but he never showed any interest in him before. But then Pit had been crushing on him since they were 10 and had never showed it, apart from coming out to him first. Christian had never had a girlfriend, though, but he never had a boyfriend either. Maybe Pit was reading too much into this. Maybe he was just worried about Pit and it was a completely platonic kiss, like from a parent. No, his mom never kissed him like that. There was passion in that kiss.
While Pit was over analyzing everything in his mind, he suddenly realized the room had gone quiet. He heard Christianâs voice and his momâs coming from the hall.
âLet me know if thereâs any change.â
âWe will, Christian.â
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He had tubes going into both his arms with all sorts of fluids going in.
âHello? Is anyone there? Hello?â
Pitâs voice was weak and he could barely hear it himself. After about ten minutes he still couldnât get anyoneâs attention, then he saw the remote on the rail of the bed. He pushed the âcallâ button and a startled nurse came running into the room with a doctor.
While the doctor threw a barrage of questions at Pit the nurse went out into the other room and told his mom, who in turn called his dad at work, his older brothers at school and Christian who had just left.
Pitâs mom came into the room, crying of course, and gave him a big hug while the doctor was still interrogating him. After about an hour his room was filled with friends and family, but the only one Pit was focusing on was Christian. He couldnât get the kiss out of his head. Every time he looked at Christian, he did his best to avoid eye contact. Pit went through the motions with everyone while they told him what happened and how long he had been in a coma until they agreed that Pit was okay to go home and return to normal life. Since Christian and Pit had almost all the same classes, Pit was seriously considering asking him to tutor him on everything He had missed over the last two months. He was sure Christian wouldnât mind after that kiss.
The next day, as Pit was walking to school, He saw something familiar near the crater where he had taken a dive. It was the piece of metal that fell from the sky and caused his accident. He had done some investigating on the internet last night and saw that there was a battle between Blaze and some electric elemental whoâs name he couldnât remember. He picked up the metal and saw it was the spout from a slushy machine.
âDamn supers!â He muttered under his breath as he put the spout in his backpack.
He went to school as normal, well, a little better than normal, especially when he realized that it was February and only a few days âtil Valentines Day. The school always had a dance on the Saturday closest to Valentines Day and Pit was slowly building up his courage to ask Christian to be his date. Sadly, though, his courage faltered and the best he could do was to stare at Christian in all of their classes. In fifth period Pit didnât share a class with him, so he decided heâd write Christian a note to ask him out. In their final period Pit could barely handle his excitement as he gave him the note.
The Note:
Hey Christian,
I know this is kind of sudden and I have know idea how you feel about me, but I figured I should ask anyway. Iâm not sure what your âpreferenceâ is and Iâm sorry if Iâm wrong on this. I hope this doesnât change our friendship if I am wrong, youâre my best friend and I donât want to jeopardize that, but, will you go to the Valentines Day dance with me as my date?
Love, Pit.
Christian didnât even read the note in class. Pit was sure he was avoiding the teacher catching them passing notes. When the final bell rang Pit left without talking to him. He didnât want to seem needy and had no idea how Christian was going to react to the note and he wasnât ready for a big scene in front of the whole school. Pit wasnât closeted, but he didnât advertise his sexuality either.
Pit decided to take a shortcut through a back alley just in case Christian tried to follow him. He let my mind drift as he was walking, wondering where his newfound confidence was coming from, when he felt a small cylinder at the back of his neck and heard a deep voice saying âGimme your money!â
Rather than feeling scared like he should have, Pit felt a rage flow over him. With out thinking, he reached behind his back and grabbed the guyâs arm and twisted around in one fluid motion.
âHey, whatâs happening to your hair?â He heard the thug ask, but he ignored the obvious attempt to distract him.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Pit hissed at him through clenched teeth as he shoved the thug against the alley wall.
âYou think you can just take what you want from who ever you want? You think the world owes you?â
âOh god, stop it hurts! Itâs so cold. Let go please!â He cried.
Pit looked down at where he had grabbed his arm and saw that it was frozen solid from just below his wrist, where Pitâs hand was, all the way to his fingers which were frozen around his gun. Pitâs other hand was against the wall of the alley and the bricks of the building were frozen in a 3 foot radius around his hand.
âYou know, in some countries, if youâre caught stealing or robbing someone, theyâll cut off your hand.â Pit sneered at him.
âNo, please, donât.â
But it was too late. Pit had already made up his mind. That guy had fucked with the wrong teenager and he had to pay. Pit slammed the guyâs hand against the alley wall and it shattered to pieces as the gun fell to the ground. The thug curled into a fetal position clutching his stump while Pit ran away. As he passed the antiques shop he saw a mirror in the window and was shocked. His hair was an icy blue like each strand turned to a diamond-like ice. His skin had turned even paler than usual with a bluish hue like he had just been pulled out of a glacier. He stared and tried to calm himself and as he did his complexion went back to itâs normal state of black hair with a blue streak in the bangs and his normal skin tone. He watched the grin slowly spread across his face as he had a realization.
âI have power now. And I will make Blaze and that electric freak pay for what they did to me!â
Then came the warmth. It was subtle at first, barely anything. But it got warmer and warmer, then it was hot. Searing heat burning his lips. âWait, my lips?â Pit thought. âWhy were my lips burning?â And there was a soft pressure on them too. He was being kissed! He opened my eyes to see Christianâs face pressed against his, eyes closed and sad-looking. He closed his eyes again and allowed Christian to finish his kiss. So many things went racing through his mind. Christian? He was Pits best friend, sure, but he never showed any interest in him before. But then Pit had been crushing on him since they were 10 and had never showed it, apart from coming out to him first. Christian had never had a girlfriend, though, but he never had a boyfriend either. Maybe Pit was reading too much into this. Maybe he was just worried about Pit and it was a completely platonic kiss, like from a parent. No, his mom never kissed him like that. There was passion in that kiss.
While Pit was over analyzing everything in his mind, he suddenly realized the room had gone quiet. He heard Christianâs voice and his momâs coming from the hall.
âLet me know if thereâs any change.â
âWe will, Christian.â
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He had tubes going into both his arms with all sorts of fluids going in.
âHello? Is anyone there? Hello?â
Pitâs voice was weak and he could barely hear it himself. After about ten minutes he still couldnât get anyoneâs attention, then he saw the remote on the rail of the bed. He pushed the âcallâ button and a startled nurse came running into the room with a doctor.
While the doctor threw a barrage of questions at Pit the nurse went out into the other room and told his mom, who in turn called his dad at work, his older brothers at school and Christian who had just left.
Pitâs mom came into the room, crying of course, and gave him a big hug while the doctor was still interrogating him. After about an hour his room was filled with friends and family, but the only one Pit was focusing on was Christian. He couldnât get the kiss out of his head. Every time he looked at Christian, he did his best to avoid eye contact. Pit went through the motions with everyone while they told him what happened and how long he had been in a coma until they agreed that Pit was okay to go home and return to normal life. Since Christian and Pit had almost all the same classes, Pit was seriously considering asking him to tutor him on everything He had missed over the last two months. He was sure Christian wouldnât mind after that kiss.
The next day, as Pit was walking to school, He saw something familiar near the crater where he had taken a dive. It was the piece of metal that fell from the sky and caused his accident. He had done some investigating on the internet last night and saw that there was a battle between Blaze and some electric elemental whoâs name he couldnât remember. He picked up the metal and saw it was the spout from a slushy machine.
âDamn supers!â He muttered under his breath as he put the spout in his backpack.
He went to school as normal, well, a little better than normal, especially when he realized that it was February and only a few days âtil Valentines Day. The school always had a dance on the Saturday closest to Valentines Day and Pit was slowly building up his courage to ask Christian to be his date. Sadly, though, his courage faltered and the best he could do was to stare at Christian in all of their classes. In fifth period Pit didnât share a class with him, so he decided heâd write Christian a note to ask him out. In their final period Pit could barely handle his excitement as he gave him the note.
The Note:
Hey Christian,
I know this is kind of sudden and I have know idea how you feel about me, but I figured I should ask anyway. Iâm not sure what your âpreferenceâ is and Iâm sorry if Iâm wrong on this. I hope this doesnât change our friendship if I am wrong, youâre my best friend and I donât want to jeopardize that, but, will you go to the Valentines Day dance with me as my date?
Love, Pit.
Christian didnât even read the note in class. Pit was sure he was avoiding the teacher catching them passing notes. When the final bell rang Pit left without talking to him. He didnât want to seem needy and had no idea how Christian was going to react to the note and he wasnât ready for a big scene in front of the whole school. Pit wasnât closeted, but he didnât advertise his sexuality either.
Pit decided to take a shortcut through a back alley just in case Christian tried to follow him. He let my mind drift as he was walking, wondering where his newfound confidence was coming from, when he felt a small cylinder at the back of his neck and heard a deep voice saying âGimme your money!â
Rather than feeling scared like he should have, Pit felt a rage flow over him. With out thinking, he reached behind his back and grabbed the guyâs arm and twisted around in one fluid motion.
âHey, whatâs happening to your hair?â He heard the thug ask, but he ignored the obvious attempt to distract him.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Pit hissed at him through clenched teeth as he shoved the thug against the alley wall.
âYou think you can just take what you want from who ever you want? You think the world owes you?â
âOh god, stop it hurts! Itâs so cold. Let go please!â He cried.
Pit looked down at where he had grabbed his arm and saw that it was frozen solid from just below his wrist, where Pitâs hand was, all the way to his fingers which were frozen around his gun. Pitâs other hand was against the wall of the alley and the bricks of the building were frozen in a 3 foot radius around his hand.
âYou know, in some countries, if youâre caught stealing or robbing someone, theyâll cut off your hand.â Pit sneered at him.
âNo, please, donât.â
But it was too late. Pit had already made up his mind. That guy had fucked with the wrong teenager and he had to pay. Pit slammed the guyâs hand against the alley wall and it shattered to pieces as the gun fell to the ground. The thug curled into a fetal position clutching his stump while Pit ran away. As he passed the antiques shop he saw a mirror in the window and was shocked. His hair was an icy blue like each strand turned to a diamond-like ice. His skin had turned even paler than usual with a bluish hue like he had just been pulled out of a glacier. He stared and tried to calm himself and as he did his complexion went back to itâs normal state of black hair with a blue streak in the bangs and his normal skin tone. He watched the grin slowly spread across his face as he had a realization.
âI have power now. And I will make Blaze and that electric freak pay for what they did to me!â
âYeah, I know. Parents can be a pain sometimes
He did his best to contain his emotions. On one hand he was devastated that he wouldnât get to go to the dance with Christian, but on the other Christian had just made clear what heâd known since the kiss; Christian liked him.
Throughout the rest of the day Pit had the day dreamy look in his eyes and couldnât stop smiling. He was practically skipping through the halls, and for a Goth boy like him the smiling was creepy enough. He didnât even think about Blaze or Amp or revenge the rest of the day. At lunch, a girl from his algebra class came and sat next to him while he saved the seat next to him for Christian.
âUm, could you by chance help me with some homework? I know I havenât talked to you before but I kind of really like your hair so it just seemed easier to approach youâ
She stopped messing with her hair and tried her best to look him in the eye
âSee, Iâm kinda shy....â
"Well, thanks." He said, blushing from the compliment. "But I don't think I'm the best person to be asking, I've been absent for two months. I barely understand the material myself, I doubt I could explain it very well." He shrugged. "But if you want, I have some magenta hair dye, we could put some streaks in and it would really bring out your red eyes."
"Red eyes?" He thought to himself "That's ... completely normal around this place."
Christian returned and sat next to him, instantly sucking up all his attention. After the final bell rang he walked with Christian to the bus stop and when he was sure no one was looking he kissed him on the cheek. He watched him blush for a second before leaving to walk home.
He kept in good spirits until he saw his crater in the field and remembered Blaze. He knew nobody was around to see him and he conjured an icicle and launched it at the crater in frustration. He was feeling a need for revenge, but he remembered the way Blaze was fighting last night with such passion and grace. And the way he beat the shit out of Amp was cool too. At least one of the parties responsible for his accident was taken care of. But if Blaze took care of Amp, could he really be all that bad? Was it possible that his own prejudices toward supers had blinded him to the good they do? He didnât know what he believed anymore. Sure the supers caused tons of damage, some of which wasnât fixable, but was it worth it? Did the ends finally justify the means?
By the time he got back to the thought of Christian liking him he was as his front door.
âHi sweetie.â His mom called from the kitchen.
âHey Mom.â
âI know that tone, whatâs going on, who is it?â
âDamn sheâs good.â he thought to himself as he took off his backpack and threw it on the couch.
âHow do you always know these things?â
âIâm a mom, itâs my job to know. So spill it.â She insisted.
âWell, itâs Christian.â Pit stammered
âReally?! Itâs about time.â
âWait! You knew he liked me?â He shrieked.
âHoney sit down.â she said as she sat at table and motioned for him to have a seat.
âSweetie, a boy like you, well, doesnât have many friends. But the ones you do have are real friends. Youâre different, weird and kinda spooky; all great qualities, but theyâre off-putting to the sheep of the world. Christian is no sheep, heâs a great guy. He was always coming over for dinner, you were always talking about him and you always smiled when you did. Shortly after your accident you got a phone call (how your phone survived the blast we never figured out either) and when we answered it, it was Christian wanting to go to the arcade with you. We told him what happened and he was at the hospital so soon, I thought he was going to be followed by the police for speeding. He was there every single day for two months. He would read you the comic books you liked, tell you what was happening at school and even watch TV with you. He was the first to get here everyday and the last one to leave. Heâd stay with you sometimes in complete silence while he did his homework in that uncomfortable chair in the room. Sometimes Iâd watch him from the hall when I knew he didnât see me and heâd whisper things in your ear while his eyes filled with tears. And on the last day, right before you woke up, I saw him kiss you.â
âSo you knew he liked me and didnât say anything?â Pit grimaced.
âSweetie, the guy I just described doesnât just like you, he cares deeply for you and may even love you. To be honest I thought you two were dating in secret, so nobody made fun of you.â
âWow, Mom. I love you.â Pit said as he hugged her. He grabbed his backpack and went down to his room to do his homework. His mind was racing with all she had told him, but then different things started flashing and playing back in his head.
âHe was there every single day for two months.â
ââŠDusk Havenâs favorite pyromaniac has returned to fight crime again after a two month hiatus.â
The searing heat that woke him from his coma, the way Christian always had somewhere to be, the way Blaze fought Amp with such anger and passion, the haggard look Christian always seemed to have in the morning like he never got enough sleep, that hurt look on his face when ever Pit was bad mouthing supers.
It all made sense now.
âHOLY SHIT!â He yelled with the realization.
âYou Okay?â His mom called down to him.
âYeah. Just killed a big spider.â He called back.
He couldnât believe it. Christian was Blaze or at least thatâs what the evidence suggested.
âThat boy is Lois Lane-ing me.â He muttered.
âTrying to keep me in the dark, thinking that if I knew the truth Iâd be in danger. I can keep a secret. I have my own super powers nobody knows about.â
He knew what he had to do. He went upstairs.
âHey, Mom, can I borrow the sewing machine in the storage closet downstairs? I got a few pairs of jeans that are tearing around the seams.â
âSure sweetie, just put everything back when youâre done.â
âThanks Mom.â
He returned to his room and got the sewing machine. It was time for a costume of his own.
âLooks like Blaze is gonna get some help in the crime fighting business from ⊠Ice Pick.â
He did his best to contain his emotions. On one hand he was devastated that he wouldnât get to go to the dance with Christian, but on the other Christian had just made clear what heâd known since the kiss; Christian liked him.
Throughout the rest of the day Pit had the day dreamy look in his eyes and couldnât stop smiling. He was practically skipping through the halls, and for a Goth boy like him the smiling was creepy enough. He didnât even think about Blaze or Amp or revenge the rest of the day. At lunch, a girl from his algebra class came and sat next to him while he saved the seat next to him for Christian.
âUm, could you by chance help me with some homework? I know I havenât talked to you before but I kind of really like your hair so it just seemed easier to approach youâ
She stopped messing with her hair and tried her best to look him in the eye
âSee, Iâm kinda shy....â
"Well, thanks." He said, blushing from the compliment. "But I don't think I'm the best person to be asking, I've been absent for two months. I barely understand the material myself, I doubt I could explain it very well." He shrugged. "But if you want, I have some magenta hair dye, we could put some streaks in and it would really bring out your red eyes."
"Red eyes?" He thought to himself "That's ... completely normal around this place."
Christian returned and sat next to him, instantly sucking up all his attention. After the final bell rang he walked with Christian to the bus stop and when he was sure no one was looking he kissed him on the cheek. He watched him blush for a second before leaving to walk home.
He kept in good spirits until he saw his crater in the field and remembered Blaze. He knew nobody was around to see him and he conjured an icicle and launched it at the crater in frustration. He was feeling a need for revenge, but he remembered the way Blaze was fighting last night with such passion and grace. And the way he beat the shit out of Amp was cool too. At least one of the parties responsible for his accident was taken care of. But if Blaze took care of Amp, could he really be all that bad? Was it possible that his own prejudices toward supers had blinded him to the good they do? He didnât know what he believed anymore. Sure the supers caused tons of damage, some of which wasnât fixable, but was it worth it? Did the ends finally justify the means?
By the time he got back to the thought of Christian liking him he was as his front door.
âHi sweetie.â His mom called from the kitchen.
âHey Mom.â
âI know that tone, whatâs going on, who is it?â
âDamn sheâs good.â he thought to himself as he took off his backpack and threw it on the couch.
âHow do you always know these things?â
âIâm a mom, itâs my job to know. So spill it.â She insisted.
âWell, itâs Christian.â Pit stammered
âReally?! Itâs about time.â
âWait! You knew he liked me?â He shrieked.
âHoney sit down.â she said as she sat at table and motioned for him to have a seat.
âSweetie, a boy like you, well, doesnât have many friends. But the ones you do have are real friends. Youâre different, weird and kinda spooky; all great qualities, but theyâre off-putting to the sheep of the world. Christian is no sheep, heâs a great guy. He was always coming over for dinner, you were always talking about him and you always smiled when you did. Shortly after your accident you got a phone call (how your phone survived the blast we never figured out either) and when we answered it, it was Christian wanting to go to the arcade with you. We told him what happened and he was at the hospital so soon, I thought he was going to be followed by the police for speeding. He was there every single day for two months. He would read you the comic books you liked, tell you what was happening at school and even watch TV with you. He was the first to get here everyday and the last one to leave. Heâd stay with you sometimes in complete silence while he did his homework in that uncomfortable chair in the room. Sometimes Iâd watch him from the hall when I knew he didnât see me and heâd whisper things in your ear while his eyes filled with tears. And on the last day, right before you woke up, I saw him kiss you.â
âSo you knew he liked me and didnât say anything?â Pit grimaced.
âSweetie, the guy I just described doesnât just like you, he cares deeply for you and may even love you. To be honest I thought you two were dating in secret, so nobody made fun of you.â
âWow, Mom. I love you.â Pit said as he hugged her. He grabbed his backpack and went down to his room to do his homework. His mind was racing with all she had told him, but then different things started flashing and playing back in his head.
âHe was there every single day for two months.â
ââŠDusk Havenâs favorite pyromaniac has returned to fight crime again after a two month hiatus.â
The searing heat that woke him from his coma, the way Christian always had somewhere to be, the way Blaze fought Amp with such anger and passion, the haggard look Christian always seemed to have in the morning like he never got enough sleep, that hurt look on his face when ever Pit was bad mouthing supers.
It all made sense now.
âHOLY SHIT!â He yelled with the realization.
âYou Okay?â His mom called down to him.
âYeah. Just killed a big spider.â He called back.
He couldnât believe it. Christian was Blaze or at least thatâs what the evidence suggested.
âThat boy is Lois Lane-ing me.â He muttered.
âTrying to keep me in the dark, thinking that if I knew the truth Iâd be in danger. I can keep a secret. I have my own super powers nobody knows about.â
He knew what he had to do. He went upstairs.
âHey, Mom, can I borrow the sewing machine in the storage closet downstairs? I got a few pairs of jeans that are tearing around the seams.â
âSure sweetie, just put everything back when youâre done.â
âThanks Mom.â
He returned to his room and got the sewing machine. It was time for a costume of his own.
âLooks like Blaze is gonna get some help in the crime fighting business from ⊠Ice Pick.â
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