INTERESTING AS IT MAY SEEM, DISNEY/PIXAR IS UNWILLING TO GIVE ME THE INCREDIBLES, SO I STILL DO NOT OWN THEM.
You'd think fifty cents would do it, but apparently not.
Read and review pathetic mortals!
Please? Oh, and it'd be nice if somebody would really just tear the crap out of my writing, with cussing and screaming and all that stuff. My squirrels are getting hungry.
Issues are a good thing. Really. You should find some for yourself.
-.O Do not probe the inner secrets of my mind! The inner secrets of my mind do not like probes! They are long, cold, metal things that go up bad places!
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"Not quite." A gloved fist suddenly planted itself in the side of The Psychiatrist's face, with extreme force.
"WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?!!" Finding himself suddenly ten feet away from his previous position, with a newly formed headache, The Psychiatrist was not happy. Before the newcomer could respond to the question however, The Psychiatrist continued, "It doesn't really matter. I think I'll just call you dead." With that, he leveled his handgun at the newcomer's chest, and quickly squeezed off three shots. A smug look crossed his face, he had aimed well, and the person who had punched him would not live long enough to do it again. The smug look vanished as all three bullets hit what appeared to be an orange wall of energy suspended in mid-air and ricocheted into space.
"What a pity. And they were such nice shots, too." The new character flicked his wrist slightly, and the wall evaporated. "Really nice. One would've hit me right in the heart, another would've punctured a lung, and the last would've gone straight through my neck."
Violet, her strength almost returned to it's normal level, decided that it was time to get up. Placing both hands on the ground, she pushed herself onto her knees, then from there tried to draw herself onto her feet. A sudden wave of vertigo came over her, making her lose her balance, and after finding herself holding onto the newcomer's arm for support whispered a soft, "Thanks." It was a he.
"No problem."
Violet found herself looking him over, starting from the ground and working her way up. The boy was wearing all black. He had thick soled boots, and tucked into the brims were the wide hems of his pants. His torso was covered with a loose fitting tunic that had a downward pointed silver sword as an emblem and was held to his waist by a silver belt. Large leather gloves came up about halfway to his elbows, where several silver studs outlined the edges. And a cape, attached at either shoulder, draped down around his knees. He was young, teenaged even, and extremely well built. Definetely not like her dad, Mr. Incredible, who was hugely muscular, but sleek bodied. Obviously muscular, but toned to perfection.
Then shesaw his face. Framed with hair as black as her own, that fell lightly around his shoulders, he was wearing a mask that completely wrapped around to the back of his head where it tied. Within that mask were the most impossibly clear blue eyes that Violet had ever seen.
"Really, it's no problem at all. I don't mind helping you back to your feet. However, I kind of need my arm back if I'm going to take out this trash."
Violet blushed furiously as she let him go.
"Very lovely, nice and polite, helped the young lady to her feet. Can we get on with the fight please?"
The edges of the new hero's lips turned up as he softly replied, "As you wish."
The gentle reply belied the nature of the action that followed. The boy unsheathed a sword that hung on his back and literally flew at The Psychiatrist. Violet wasn't quite sure how she had overlooked the sword when she had been looking him over, it was more than six feet long. One thing she was sure about, though, was that The Psychiatrist would not overlook the new indentation in his face. The newcomer, now hovering a few feet above the ground, had swung the flat of his giant blade into the side of the villain's head.
"That had to hurt."
"Not really. Or at least not as much as some other things I could've done to him." The boy landed, sheathed his sword, and removed something from the now unconscious man's pocket. "I believe this is yours?"
Violet took and put on her mask. "My name's Violet." she offered her hand and continued, "It's nice to meet you."
"You may call me Excalibur, but the pleasure is mine." Excalibur took Violet's outstretched hand, but rather than shaking it as she had expected, he kissed it softly with a slight bow. "It is not often that I meet a young woman as beautiful as yourself."
Violet was speechless.
Excalibur removed a small capsule from his belt, gave it to Violet, and explained, "This should wake up your brother, and take care of any lasting effects of the hypnotism." He slung the limp form of The Psychiatrist over his shoulder, flashed a quick smile at Violet and said, "Later." Then disappeared, as if he had never been there in the first place.
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"Violet! Dash! What happened?"
The two younger members of The Incredibles were still clad in their super suits, and still in the area where The Psychiatrist had shown up. Dash, however, was the only one who turned at the sound of their mother's voice. "Another bad-guy showed up! I tried to stop him myself, but he knocked me out, and when I woke up he was gone!"
"Vi, did you beat him?" Helen Parr (currently in costume herself) looked into her daughter's face, saw the dazed expression, and asked, "Are you, okay?"
"She's been like that this whole time."
"Dash, I didn't ask you." Taking her daughter firmly by the shoulders Helen asked again, "Violet, are you okay?"
"Huh? Wh-what? Fine! I'm fine, sorry. Just thinking."
"Just thinking."
"Yeah."
"About what, may I ask? Most people don't zone out completely when they're 'just thinking'." Helen's face became the image of motherly concern. "Did something happen?"
Violet wasn't sure how to respond. She had just been attacked by her own brother, had a gun pointed at her head by a raving lunatic, and been rescued by a young, attractive male super who appeared out of thin air and vanished into the same. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Vi, I overheard a news report about some wacko appearing, blowing a twenty-foot crater in the middle of the school grounds, and starting a fight with my son and daughter. I cancelled an appointment at the hair salon, got into my Elastigirl suit and came as quickly as I could, just to find out that the guy was already gone! Your brother says that he was unconscious, so I need you to tell me what happened."
"Another super came and beat him."
"Another super?"
"Yes, another super."
Dash was annoyed. "Could you please just tell us what happened already!? I was there and I don't know! Who was the super? Why did you need his help? And WHY WON'T YOU TELL US WHAT HAPPENED?!!"
Violet took on her patronizing, older sister voice as she answered, "I won't tell mom because she won't believe me, and I won't tell you because you don't even want to know!"
"What do you mean I don't want to know? I asked, didn't I?"
"It has kissing in it."
"BLECH!" Dash clasped his hand over his mouth,acting as if he wereholding back vomit. "I don't want to know."
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I like Excalibur, it's a cool name... and like The Psychiatrist, Excalibur is an O.C. belonging to me.
End of chapter, bye now!
Will update shortly.
-.- The voices in my head are bored now.
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