Jackson Parr: The Incredibles Captured
With school finally over John was almost trampled by other students. Voices and laugher pushed past him. When he finally reached the doors it was raining and he didn't have an umbrella. "Oh joy," He prepared for a long walk home. Hiking his bag up over his head he made his way down the steps and onto the side walk. "Hey, Jack, right?" A hand landed on John's shoulder. Spinning around he came face to face with Mr Rydinger.
"Yes."
"Vi's brother?"
"Yes."
"Well, since it's raining and all…look I'm heading to your sister's apartment do you want me to drop you off on the way?" John looked the man up and down. He was a good friend of his sister, John knew, but getting in a car with a teacher was just plain weird.
"No." John turned around.
"Hey come on. It's raining."
"I'm fine." John made quick steps jumping around the puddles. He heard someone curse and turned back. Mr Rydinger was gone.
Violet Parr felt terrible. She had just settled in and now there were people at her door asking about her and where she came from. She had replied politely with 'oh the next suburb over, wanted a change, y'know?' she had said it to everyone on her floor including a little girl who had just stood at her front door. These people clearly didn't get a lot of new residents. The apartment was nice and not grand and until she had moved in, inconspicuous.
Sighing she opened a window then hefting a large box and pushed it into a cupboard and had officially unpacked. She treated herself with a cup of water and sat down on the couch. She turned on the cooking channel because news always stressed her because she felt like she should be out there knocking bad guys senseless instead of relaxing. Of course she wanted to relax the move had been stressful to say the least.
A famous chief was baking a cake which made her glass of water seem less than appetizing. She decided to do some new home shopping. Armed with her keys, a quick dab of makeup and her super suit necklace around her neck she exited her apartment. The hall was clear and Violet sighed with relief, peace. She made her way done the stairs and out the front door. She considered getting her car but then decided she needed a walk.
The suburb had a lot of apartments and parks, the streets were green and the buildings closing on their thirties. It was a nice suburb the real estate agent had told her, which was a word he loved to use because nice was neither good nor bad. She was walking when one of her neighbours came up to her. "Hello new girl! It's a nice day isn't it? I've got some cupcakes baking in the oven and a few friends coming over, would you like to come? We can mingle and you can get to know the residents in town."
"Sorry, I'm a little busy…wait actually cakes sound nice. Yes, I think I will come, Mrs…"
"Mimic," The middle-age woman smiled and suddenly Violet lost consciousness.
The Gym had lost its edge Bob decided. He hadn't even broken a sweat which felt good but spending two hours training without getting anything out of it made him rethink spending $40 on monthly membership. It was night now and Bob could almost smell dinner from there. It was good not having to deal with sibling battles every evening at the dinner table. With Vi in her apartment and Dash much older than Jack nights were a lot more civilised.
Bob jogged home on the way thinking that a family meeting was in order he wanted to should his new prowess to Dash and his wife. He got home and frowned, the living room lights weren't on. Someone touched his arm. Bob almost jumped then he saw it was Jack and looked at his son. "Dad, Mum's not home and I can't reach Dash." Jack said it so neutrally Bob didn't fully understand what he was saying until his mind had put the pieces together.
"What do you mean, Jack? Why's your mum not home?"
"Because," the boy smiled and suddenly he didn't look very much like Jack at all. "I took them." Then a shadowed mountain of a man stepped out from behind Bob and drove their arm into his head. Bob's body fell to its knees and its head hit the pavement hard. The shadowed figure grunted and the not-Jack leaned down picking one single hair from the man's scalp. "I hate this part." The boy sighed and ate the piece of hair.
The boy closed his eyes and his body began to shift itself into its new form. The boy grew and his hair became lighter, greys coming through. His accomplice watched with mute fascination as he did every time he saw his friend change. Jack stepped twice back then turned on his heels and rushed out the door. It was impossible, it was.