Anyone who didn't see The Incredibles, go out and see it RIGHT NOW. It is perhaps the best movie on the market lately. clears throat That I've seen of course. Those of you who did see it, tellme that wasn't an awesome movie. Go ahead, I dare you. Liars. OK, anyway, here's-a my fanfic.

DISCLAIMER: Sorry, folks, gotta have the bad news first. The Incredibles (and Syndrome) are not mine to call my own. They are currently in custody of Disney/Pixar. But not for long. Oh, wait, did I say that out loud? Um… Anyway chuckles nervously all the other characters are mine, including Sam, Urnox and Aernox, and the badly drawn dinosaurs. Urnox and Aernox are the only characters I created exclusively for this fanfic. And did I do a good job with it or what!

And now - our feature presentation.

The Incredibles:
The Other Side of the Shadows

Chapter 1

The Chase

People have said that it "must be easy to be a super". Whenever I hear that, I laugh. It's not easy. Not at all. I know. I've been there. Oh, I'm not into the hero biz anymore. There hasn't been any excitement for Violet and me ever since we took out Syndrome about a year ago. Mom and Dad do some robberies and stuff like that every once in a while, but there's never anything big.

Oops! I'm sidetracking again.

Supers have to be careful their identities don't get out, or their social lives would be on a one-way train to no-man's land. This isn't baseball. You only get one strike.

Also, you have powers. And that's just what they are - powerful. The go out of control if you're not careful. Or, some - like my power - don't go out of control, but can lead to an untimely doom. Just picture running into a tree at a hundred miles an hour. Ouch.

You see, we supers don't have it off as easy as you think. And the superer…super……… and the more super you are, the harder it gets…

Dashiell Parr slumped against the table, scowling at the vegetables on his plate. His mother, Helen Parr, looked up from her food. "Why aren't you eating, Dash?" she asked.

Dash grunted, then said quietly, "I'm not hungry."

Helen and her husband, Bob, exchanged glances. "You will be," Bob warned his son. Next to Helen, her baby son, Jack Jack, giggled loudly.

Dash grunted again, then muttered under his breath, "I hate healthy food."

"What was that?" Helen asked.

Dash straightened up. "Uh, nothing," he said.

Across the table, Dash's sister, Violet, stifled a giggle with her hand.

"Oh, shutup," he snarled at her quietly.

"What did I say about using that word?" Helen asked him sternly, "Go to your room."

Here, Jack Jack began thrashing about in his high chair and screaming with laughter.

Dash frowned at the floor, then slipped off his chair and began to stomp off towards his room. Helen's eyes met with Bob's, who added, "And bring your dinner with you." Dash flung his head back and threw his arms into the air, shouting a cry of displeasure. Father and daughter shared hushed laughter as Dash trudged away with his plate.

In his room, Dash glared at the door, muttering curses against parents and sisters and vegetables under his breath. He could hear Jack Jack laughing hysterically in the kitchen. Dash growled something about "not that funny" and dumped the food on his plate into the trash can.

He dove on to his bed and lay there, still mumbling and grumbling. He wished there was never any such thing as green beans or spinach or mashed potatoes. He wished junk food like candy and cookies and cake and ice cream was just as healthy as asparagus. Of course, we've all made wishes like that at some point in our lives, some more recently than others.

But amidst all his whining and complaining, something called to young Dashiell Parr. Something called out his name, begging for him to answer. He looked up, and saw the window. He scoffed. The window. The WINDOW was calling out to him. He shook his head. And that was when he saw it. Out there, beyond the window, a glorious sunset, an empty street, a wide meadow. It was now clear. And he was ready.

A drawer of Dash's dresser lay open. It was empty. On the bed, Dash himself lay, tying socks together. He opened the window, tossed his newly made rope through it, and climbed out into the evening air. Time for a little walk, he thought. But why settle for something as low-class as that? He grinned and took off running down the street at a speed no other man could match.

Smiling at the houses streaming by, Dash sniffed the cool, late evening air. What a perfect time for a run! He zoomed out toward a wide open plain. That was when he noticed the small, disk-like machine flying after him. He pushed himself, running as fast as he could, but the disk was gaining. Sweat flowed down his face like rivers. This thing chasing him was unfamiliar, but he had a feeling it was hostile. Better safe than sorry.

Eyes closed, teeth clenched, Dash tried as hard as he could to escape the strange machine, but the distance between hunter and hunted steadily declined. He opened his eyes just in time to see a large tree coming straight at him. He yelped and swerved, barely dodging it. Suddenly, he forgot about the machine behind him. His pace slowed. His mouth dropped open. What was going on?

Trees lined the path he was running along. Trees? Path? He wasn't on a path before! There were no trees at all before - let alone a whole forest! He slowly came to a complete stop. Then, with a shout, he remembered the disk machine. He spun around, hoping to find his death staring him in the face, but instead, what greeted him was… nothing?

Dash stared back the way he had - supposedly - come. He stood like this for a short while, before letting out a nervous titter, and turning back. "WHOA!" he screamed.

I know this chapter is short, but hey, it's only the first chapter! I was focusing on the origin of Dash's discovery, so bug off. Then review my fic. Yay bossiness! Stay beautiful, everybody! I promise I'll update soon!