The Lost Incredible

by BookNextDoor

"A family of supers," Jack mused. "How pathetic." 14 years have passed since Jack Jack was kidnapped. With no recollection of his biological family, he lives out his days training as a sidekick and perfecting his villainous identity under the supervision of Syndrome. When a battle breaks out in Metroville, Jack/Jack-Jack finds himself entangled in a series of shocking revelations.

1. Chapter 1

The Lost Incredible

Chapter 1: The Enemy

Context: There's a time skip of about 14 years. Jack Jack is 15. He's been raised by Syndrome his entire life and has no idea that he is the biological son of Helen and Bob.

A newspaper clipping once slipped out of Uncle Syndrome's folder. The boy could make out the four smiling faces staring back at him. Four figures stood in front of a defeated villain, the mayor flanking their right. A family of supers, Jack mused. How pathetic. A tall, lithe blonde boy was grinning cheek to cheek next to his sister. She looked nothing like what he assumed to be her brother, her dark hair was tied up in a ponytail. And although she was nowhere near as enthusiastic, her challenging gaze towards the camera looked like it never lost a battle. The last two main figures were much older, their hair was mostly gray. His eyes lingered on the man gazing fiercely at the woman standing next to him. A laugh was caught on her lips. Though they weren't wearing the red and black uniforms, it was clear that these two masked figures were the parents of the two well-established sibling hero team.

"What's this?" Uncle S frowned, ripping it out of his hands. "Pah! The Incredibles," he sneered. "Nothing but a lousy bunch thinking they're better than everyone else. A nasty crowd to hang around, if you ask me."

"You sound like you've met them before," the boy inquired, sneaking one more glance at the family. A faint wistful feeling gnawed at him, as if something as juvenile as family was something that he cared about. Uncle S was his only family, the only person who gave a damn when he was abandoned by his biological parents.

Uncle S tossed the scrap into the flames before giving him a condescending smirk. "Years ago, my boy. It was quite the battle, one I'll never forget. To think they're still defending Metroville after 14 years. Happiest day of my life was when Mr. Incredible retired. Disgusting! They think they're gods. Everyone else is just a brainwashed ant ready to get stomped on."

Their smiling faces disgusted him. Why did they get to reap all the praise? Why did they get to be happy all the time?

What suffering or failure could they possibly know? What abandonment? They won the genetic lottery for eternal glory, and it wasn't fair that he and Uncle S had to spend theirs living in a shit-hole base in the mountains. It wasn't fair that they had a perfect family, that they could go home together at the end of the day.

He watched the flames gradually eat away at the photograph, burning their existence out of his eyes.

"I want to continue where we left off for training," he said blankly. "And this time, I don't want the gauntlets on."