Prologue
There was silence throughout the house, Bob and Helen starred motionlessly at the television, the black and white screen flickered as the view of a court room was the sole fixation of the Parr's. Quietly a judge read over the verdict of a jury, Helen instinctively squeezed Bob's hand, their rings connecting as she bit her lower lip. With the nod of the judge the camera pans over to a reporter, his slick hair and glasses cause the lens to flare, almost distracting the couple from the momentous words he spoke.
"With this simple nod the judge will now speak the words many have so long come to desire," the camera is overtaken in a flurry of movement as the aged judge adjust his glasses.
"I think we can all say that in our rash decisions eighteen years ago we were reacting in fear to a force we had no control over. We reacted as all humans react when presented with anything we cannot comprehend; fear, anger and hostility and for this I must apologise for our actions that we took in this very courtroom. While we cannot turn back the clock, we can start by rescinding the Super Hero act and allow these brave member and individuals to return to society and do the thing they do best, protect and serve humanity. I hereby am pleased to announce that a jury of our peers will allow Supers to be in society, free of persecution and hatred. Welcome back Supers, I hope we can start down the long road of reconciliation that you so deserve." With that the Parrs silently turned to each, the noise of the television becoming white noise, and smiled softly.
"I think this means we are back in business," Bob said, staring into his wife's lovely eyes.
"Well, I think this calls for celebration," Helen coyly responds, walking her fingers up her husband's majestic muscles. This only elects a chuckle from her husband as he slowly stand up to his full cyclopean height and leans over picking his smaller wife into his arms and gently carries her through the halls of their new into their bedroom. The door closes silently, leaving the house void of sound.
-I-
Violet could only feel her heart flutter as the intercom blares the most important announcement of her life throughout the school, the judge's speech. With the last sentence the speaker crackles dead, the rest of the class returns to their work quietly, largely indifferent to the announcement. However, she could not return, she could do what she wanted, she no longer had to hide. Part of her wants to leap forth, scream her true identity, but fear still stopped her. She always wanted to be in the background, it was, is and will most likely always be her personality, and this desire stops her from jubilantly shouting her pleasures, all it allows her to do is to drift off into thought.
A young woman, slender and raven haired, leaps through the tops of roofs, dodging chimneys and air vents. The bad guy, a man coincidently dressed in black with white letter on his chest simply reading 'bad', turns around, twirling a heavily greased mustache. He clutches his ill-gotten diamonds closely, but slowly his eyes open in fear as the young women lands in front of him, she smirks as she stands to her full voluptuous height.
"So we meet again Wraith, I hate to disappoint you, but you aint capturing me you skinny little do-gooder!" The man exclaims as spittle flies from his lips. The so called Wraith simply cracks her knuckles and with a small gust of wind vanishes into the cool night air. The man looks frantically as he slowly draws a bowie-knife, he twirls it leisurely in his hands as he looks around, beads of sweat collect along his brow while he licks his lips. "Well come on now, don't keep me waiting!"
"Hate to disappoint," a voice softly calls out from behind him. The man whips into a flurry of motion, the large knife stabbing, slicing and slashing the air, hoping to see a spurt of blood or hear a cry of pain he continues his frantic dance. After several minutes he bends over, panting and sweating he looks up to see the gorgeous women leaning against the wall. "You done?" As she speaks her leg lashes out, connecting with his jaw. The force sends him, the knife and the diamonds scattering throughout the alley. With a simple thump he collapses in a heap. Confident, she struts over and leans over, "Tsk, tsk don't you know you never win." He coughs and looks up, blood running out of his jaw.
"Well little lady," he says hacking up blood, "today is my lucky day." A soft click emanates from his left hand as the Wraith's eyes open wide at the sight of the small muzzle, "Bye, bye ghostie," the muzzle flashes.
-I-
The bell shatters the epic, as Violet visibly jumps in her chair, electing scattered giggles from some of the more privileged girls. Violet quickly gathers her school materials and stuffs them into a bag, after she slings it across her shoulder and walks briskly through the halls and out of the school. Her feet slap the sidewalk as she walks home, her mind swimming in possibilities and dreams.
-I-
A heavy wooden door opens, smoke billows out as a large, boorish man walks in. He stops in front of a large desk. He squints as the large window behind the desk floods the dingy office in a sickly yellow light, illuminates a bust of Stalin on the desk. A rolling chair slowly spins a bald man faces the new comer. The bald man slowly chews a cigar, "Comrade, what news do you bring?"
"It is as you predicted, when pressured by forces beyond their control they turned to their extraordinary citizens. In fact comrade, they have openly groveled to their formally ostracized populations with numerous television apologies, ceremonies and even official mandates from their president's office authorising numerous search and reconciliation bills to find and subsidize the activates of these 'super heroes'." The bald man nods slowly at the report.
"I am glad my predictions were correct, have there been any movements on the front of militarizing this population?" The larger man simply shakes his head. "Good, good. I trust our corps are ready to move out?" The large man silently nods. "Send in Geo then, I wish to speak with him." The large man, like mechanization nod and leaves the room. Silence fills the sickly room as the bald man slowly puffs the fine Cuban. Slowly the silence is broken by heavy footfalls as man who can only be described as monstrous enters the room. The bust of the former tyrant wobbles on the desk and almost falls before the mythical monster stops, his blank stare bores into the bald, unblinking, man. With a deep rumble the titan speaks
"Comrade, what is the reason for this summons? You have interrupted my training." Licking his lips the bald man stands, his pudginess jiggles with his movement,
"I interrupted you for this," he slaps a plain folder in front of the giant, "read it Geo, your assignment begins now." The giant with dexterity, that appears to be unnatural to his size, gingerly lifts the folder and leafs through the papers.
"This is my assignment? Integration? Espionage? This is not what I trained to do, this is not what you have invested my peoples' food into making!" bellows the giant, his fist slamming into the desk, shattering it and the bust of in the process. The splinters fly past the bald man face, while blood trickles out of the wounds on Geo's fist. While he brushes his coat the bald man turns,
"It is for the sake of your family that I though you would desire this assignment, you are not only protecting and serving your country from this new threat, but you are also protecting your family from any harm that could perceivably come if this new facet of American opposition goes uncontested. So what is your answer Geo?" Geo bows, leaning down to the shattered remnants of the bust and slowly picks them up as he contemplates his answer,
"I understand comrade, I will complete my task with the greatest of patriotism and devotion to the motherland." As the words leave his lips the marble he cradles slowly liquefies under his gaze until the image of the man of steel reforms and is whole once more. "I leave for Metroville."