The Abnormal Incredible
Not long after the defeat of Syndrome, The Parr family tries to balance their Super hero lives with their average American family lives. When Helen answers a call, the family gets a new addition, the Parr's god daughter, Abby Normal.
I'm just lost in my own world, letting the red colored pencil glide over the page as clueless adults just pass in front of the wooden bench I curled up on with a box, the remains of lead and colored pencils tossed in. My art coming to life, not literally but that was what the officer said when she looked at my drawings earlier.
I sigh as I finish my latest artwork.
It was of my mother, in a forest green and light green spandex suit, her reddish brown hair falling in waves to her shoulders, her green eyes wide in surprise. She was ripped apart from her waist with her inners spilling out and her hips and legs 3 feet away from the rest of her.
I didn't want to be sitting here in this police station; I just wanted to be alone. I might as well get used to it since she's gone. I don't have anywhere else to go.
"Excuse me little lady. Are you Miss. Normal, Abby?" I flinched at the question; I looked up and saw a strange old man in a suit. He looked at me with a stern face but I could still see pity in his eyes
"Who are you?" I asked, snapping my art book closed before he could see my drawing. It would have probably just earned me admission into a psyche ward.
"I am Agent Dicker, of the NSA. You do you know what it means?" He asked.
I raised my eyes brow before looking down at my ripped jeans and black sandals before looking at him.
"I've heard of NSA from my mom but why are you asking for me?"
"I'm here to take you to your new home-" He was saying before I sprang off the bench and pushed past him, knocking him down. I ran away from him in a panic, new tears coming from my eyes as I bumped into police people.
"Wait! Stop her!" I heard him yell over the mummer of the police station, my blood ran cold as I felt the teaser darts on my back and immediately after my body was racked with pain and I passed out.
"What do you think you're doing officer?" Agent Dicker asked as three police men swarmed around the fallen girl. They looked at him with stern expressions as one adjusted his belt, giggling his donut gut as he answered him.
"We were stopping the criminal from escaping. We may not be like the In-" Agent Dicker raised a hand and silenced the fat cop, giving him a glare.
"She's just a child, not even 16 yet, and it takes three of you to stop her? Isn't that excessive force?" He asked as the cops looked down at the girl.
She looked to be only 15, and her skin was very pale compared to her dark red hair that was tied in a messy pony tail at the nape of her neck, going down to the small of her back. She wore a black hoodie with some small rips on the sleeves, her jeans ripped from old age and over use, and only one black sandal remained on her feet during her getaway. She lay prone and out cold on the station floor.
"Well with all these new supper villains popping up we can't be too lenient." The officer countered as he glared down at Agent Dicker.
"Why do you want this girl any way?"
"I'm the one charged with taking her to her God parents." Agent Dicker said sternly as he glared at the pompous officer as the other two who attacked her picked her up off the floor.
"She ain't no criminal." Agent Dicker said as he looked at the blood dripping out of the girl's busted bottom lip.
Helen Parr was just giving her youngest son, Jack-Jack, a bath in the sink when she heard the phone ring.
"Oh? I wonder who that could be?" she asked as she used her power to stretch one of her arms and grab the ringing phone, tucking it in-between her shoulder and cheek as she used bother her hands to hold her son.
"Hello? Parr residence, Helen Parr Speaking." She answered as she gave Jack-Jack his pointed hair, making him giggle in delight.
-Helen, This is Agent Dicker.-
"What did Bob do now?" She asked accusingly, but worry was also in her words.
-It's not about him. It's about an old friend of yours, Galatia.-
"What? What about her?" Helen asked, confused. She hadn't heard from her old friend in years, back when she was Elasta girl. Since the relocations to hide their powers, they lost had lost touch with each other.
-You know she has a kid. About your daughter's age.- He asked and Helen nodded as she pulled her son out of the sink and onto a fluffy warm towel to dry him.
"Yes. Her names Abigail. Why are you asking me this?" She asked as Jack-Jack giggled bursting into flames and burning the towel and scorching the counter top before Helen could get the fire extinguisher.
-Helen... Galatia is dead.-
He said and Helen dropped both the phone and Fire extinguisher in shock. She didn't move as Jack-Jack started to float in the air, sucking his thumb while he saw her face go from shock to horror to sadness.
-Helen? Helen!-
Agent Dicker yelled trying to get Helen to pick up the phone, which she did before grabbing Jack-Jack and quickly putting a diaper on him and setting him down on the floor as she cradled the phone in both hands.
"Dead! How can that be? Did Syndrome get to her? What about Abby? What's going to happen too her?" Helen asked worriedly as she started to pace around the kitchen.
-Now, now. Calm down Helen and let me explain.-
Agent Dicker said as Helen took a few, slow, deep breaths to calm down, but the worry rattled her body as she listened to the phone.
"Ok. Explain."
-All right. Here's the story: Galatia was in the mountains, rescuing minors, and high school students on a field trip, from a collapsed mine. While she got them all out a lit dynamite stick blew up one of the shafts and unleashed a hostile. Galatia fought it and lost, by getting chopped in half.-
"Oh, My god. Does Abby know what happened to her mother?" She asked worriedly, she hoped that what she was thing was not true.
-Unfortunately, she was one of the high schoolers trapped in the collapsed mine.- Agent Dicker said, slowly, and let Helen absorb the information.
"All the more reason for Galatia to step in." She said as she closed in a chair holding the phone gently, her blood running cold.
-It gets worst.- Agent Dicker sighed as he told Helen the worst part of it all.
-She saw her mother die right in front of her.-
"Honey! I'm home!" Bob Par announced as he walked through their front door dress in a suit, satisfied after meeting with a group of young fans, while trying to prevent a neo-Syndrome. He heard Jack-Jack start to cry and rushed over to his youngest son.
He didn't expect to find his wife Helen passed out on the floor with Agent Dicker's voice coming from the other end.
"HELEN!"