CHAPTER 1

Gods

Heroes

Mutants

Supers

Supers: People gift with extraordinary abilities. Mankind has often called them gods throughout history. A gift for some can also be a curse. Give someone wings and they may fly to close to the sun. Give someone the power of prophesy and they will fear the future. Give some the greatest of gifts, powers beyond imagination, and they may think they can dominate the world through power or profit.

In the eyes of the normal man they saw them as things of idolization and ideal. Here modern time the Supers have become known as the dangers of the world became more problematic. As the world watched as the supers battle the forces of evil they often wondered what it was like for them. So they contacted so of them to setup interviews. Three of them would inadvertently help shape a bleak future that never wanted to happen and how they eventually help bring that future into a brighter dawn . . . somewhat.

However the interviews could do very little to stop the event of what is to come. In a stunning turn of events, a superhero is being sued for saving someone who, apparently, didn't want to be saved. The plaintiff, Oliver Sansweet, who was foiled in his attempted suicide by Mr. Incredible, has filed a suit against the famed superhero in the Supreme Court. Normally things like this would be ignored or settled at a minimal but five days later another suit was filed by victims of the el train accident. Mr. Incredible's court losses cost the government millions, and opened the flood gates for dozens of superhero lawsuits the world over. Tremendous public pressure, and the crushing financial burden of an ever mounting series of lawsuits, the government quietly initiated the superhero relocation program. The supers will be granted amnesty from responsibility for past actions, in exchange for the promise to never again resume hero work. There secret identity to become their only identity in other words. One may ask: 'where are they now?' They are living among us; Average citizens, average heroes. Quietly and anonymously continuing to make the world a better place . . . or at least that was the original dream.

15 YEARS LATER . . .

Dante Sparda, formerly known as Mr. Incredible, lived a life of normality with his wife Helen, formerly known as Elastigirl, in the suburbs of Metropolis with their three children, the eldest Violet, the middle child Dash and infant of the bunch Jack-Jack. Dante has been persuaded to have his dark hair combed backwards when went to work for an insurance organization that's main goal is to save people's lives. On a scale of 1 to 100 the people who actually have gone the full help oby the Insuricare was 2.1%. He hated this job. Without doing what he was doing as a hero he body began to thin out a little. He really needed work out again. it certain didn't help that the Demons haven't been seen in a long, long time. Yes, Dante works at Insuricare, an insurance company in the Metropolis business district that helps people with problem in their lives to make their pain and suffering lessen by giving the help they require . . . Or at least that is what they are supposed to do. Dante has a client sitting at his desk, a sweet little old lady by the name of Mrs. Hogenson. She has just had a disaster happen to her and now seeks help from Insuricare. She did everything they said that would have them help her claim and now Dante must do what he has been trained to do. He stamped her form in big capital letters one of the most evil, diabolically words ever to exist in the English language, or any language for that matter: DENIED

"Denied? You're denying my claim? I don't understand...I have full coverage!" protested Mrs. Hogenson.

Dante sighs taking his hand of his five o clock shadow "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hogenson, but our liability is spelled out in paragraph 17. It states clearly-"

Mrs. Hogenson begins to stammer. "I can't pay for this!"

The phone rings and Dante turn his attention the next client on the next line. "Excuse me. Claims, Dante Sparda?"

It was his wife Helen the ginger redhead who was currently naked in the bathtub while bathing Jack-Jack. "I'm calling to celebrate a momentous occasion. We're now - officially -moved in. Buh-dum-bum!" Helen Sparda was covered up to her neck in bubble where she expertly creates a vertical straight cowlick of Jack-Jack's only hair.

Dante nodded wearily. "Yeah, well, that's great, honey. And the last three years don't count because ... "

"... Because, I finally unpacked the last box. Now, it's official. Ha, ha, ha. Why do we have so much junk?"

"Listen, honey, I've got a client."

"Say no more. Go save the world one policy at a time, honey. Oh! Jack-Jack those are toys! He thinks my breasts are chewtoys or something. Look, I gotta go pick up the kids from school. See you tonight. Jack, will you not suck so hard?"

"Bye, honey." Dante hangs up and turns his attention back to Mrs. Hogenson. "Excuse me. Where were we?"

Mrs. Hogenson begins to sob. "I'm on a fixed income, and if you can't help me, I don't know what I'll do." She blows her nose loudly and continues to sob.

Dante lean his head on his palm as scene he was watching was just pitiful beyond reason. Day in and day out he had to shut do down peoples attempts to get help from Insuricare. And every time he does there is always some type of scene; some cry, some curse and some just say absolutely nothing but stare into empty space as if they died inside. He wondered how he last long at Insuricare. Maybe it was the money in the paycheck which was a decent amount. Maybe it was the coffee he and he fellow employees drink to recharge the batteries while sitting at their nodes like the Borg drones in their Collective.

The thing is that if he wants to have a cup of coffee that is delicious sometimes he would have to thrown extra sugar and cream when nobody is looking to give it that extra BOOM. Dante decided to once again add a little BOOM to his day and client's situation. He leans out of his cubical to look both ways up and down the never-ending aisle then he stood up to look around in the Ocean of cubicles he was in. The coast was clear now it was time to get to business.

"All right, listen closely. I'd like to help you, but I can't." Dante said handing Mrs. Hogenson a pen and pad. "I'd like to tell you to take a copy of your policy to Norma Wilcox on..." he stopped when he saw Mrs. Hogenson wasn't following what he was doing. He tapped the pad signaling what she should be jotting down what he was telling her, considering the information he is telling her won't be repeated. Mrs. Hogenson finally caught on and quickly began to write down everything he was telling her. "Norma Wilcox. W-l-L-C-O-X. On the third floor. But I can't. I also do not advise you to fill out and file a WS2475 form with our legal department on the second floor. I wouldn't expect someone to get back to you quickly to resolve the matter. I'd like to help, but there's nothing I can do." Dante finished and stand up.

"Oh, thank you, young man." Mrs. Hogenson said joyfully.

"Shhh!"Dante said. He stuck his head up above the cubical. "I'm sorry, ma'am! I know you're upset!" he jerked back down to Mrs. Hogenson, "Pretend to be upset." He whispered.

Mrs. Hogenson fake sobs away as she walks down the cubical aisle. Dante smiled as he once again saved the day. But then trouble came as boss of Insuricare, Mr. Huph, pushed pass Mrs. Hogenson yelling for the employee who fucked up.

" . . . SPAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAA!"

Mr. Huph throws some papers at Dante's desk, as he gets startled from working on the computer.

"YOU AUTHORIZED PAYMENT ON THE WALKER POLICY?!" Mr. Huph barked.

Dante fixes the things on his desk that were disturbed by the Mr. Huph's entrance. "Someone broke into their house, Mr. Huph. Their policy clearly covers..."

I...I-I-I don't wanna know about their coverage, Dante! Don't tell me about their coverage! Tell me how you're keeping Insuricare in the black! Tell me how that's possible, with you writing checks to every Harry Hardluck and Sally Sobstory THAT GIVES YOU A PHONE CALL!"

Mr. Huph walks speedily away; when he's on the warpath the workers tense in fear. Dante sighs and sits in his chair, somehow the action causing his cup of pencil to fall on the floor a moment.

The PA came on to give the latest announcement. "Morning break is over. Morning break is over."

Fucking uptight screeching midget bitch!

Dante need something to briefly take his mind of the stress of working in an office. He reached into one of his desk draws and pulls out a Playboy magazine to give a quick look. This issue of playboy was a special edition because one of the models featured in one of the articles was a Super, but not just any Super. Playboy reached out to her in particular and after a few phones and turned downs she finally agreed. The page where the article starts was a first page of Elastigirl in red two-piece bikini to go with her red mask and hair. Second, she posed on a towel at the beach on her stomach. Third, she licks a frozen watermelon pop, very suggestively that is. Finally, she on a center fold poses in her birthday suit as the ocean wave's crash up to her shiny butt. He guesses supers could model as long their identity was kept a secret I guess. But now has a hankering for Helen and she him but has to wait until he gets home - At night - When the kids are either busy or asleep – and she's not asleep herself.

Great plan.