Super-Villain

Bob Parr was spending another ordinary morning at his accounting agency. The upside of his new job, he thought to himself, was that he would not have to help people in secret behind his superior's back anymore. The downside was how boring it was. He was happy at how easy it was though as he sat at his desk adding up of his new customer's bank statement.

After completing the final few digits, he sat back in his chair taking a short break. He took the time to marvel at how well his family's life was turning out to be. It had already been seven days since the museum robbery and his family had collected over fifteen newspapers with them starring inside! He smiled to himself, proud of his work.

That smile soon turned into a frown. There had been a minor detail that he hadn't had the time to investigate up until now.

He had told his daughter Violet personally; more Supers would most likely come to this city just in order to resume hero work similar to the old days. What he had not anticipated was an act like this so soon and so dramatic. He and the police still hadn't found the identity of the so-called 'new-guy' in the super-hero business. All they knew that he was obviously an outsider, because his methods were a bit more…well, garish. He was the only new super in the city so far, unless they counted the villain that instigated the museum robbery.

"Whew." Sighed Bob to himself. He got up and headed to the lounge for a quick coffee break. He would think about it later, he was supposed to be enjoying the calm inside his job.

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"Hey, Dash!"

Dash looked over as he ran out of his math classroom to see his friend Jordan calling to him a little ways away. Dash immediately smiled and ran over to him. "Hey Dan. What is it?"

"I saw your picture in the newspaper this week!"

Dash's eyes opened wide for a few seconds before eyeing his friend suspiciously. "…and?"

"Umm, oh, yeah, sorry."

"That's right," said Dash importantly, "I let you in on my secret because you're my best friend. But if you reveal my identity even by accident, my whole family will be in trouble!" Dash smiled inwardly. He liked the use of those words since they came directly from his older sister's mouth and sounded cool to him. It also had the required effect on his friend.

"Hey, hey, okay, sorry. I just wanted to tell you it was cool, that's all. It's just that…"

"Just that,…what?"

"Well," started Jordan, pushing some of his blond hair out of his face, "I got this cool new camcorder from my dad this weekend. You see, heh, I was hoping, maybe to….well, you know!…"

"Umm, hey Dan, I don't think-…"

"I swear!" Jordan almost yelled now. "Please, I'm not just your friend Dash, I can be a fan too if I want to be. I respect you, so please, just let me get a few clips on your next battle, please?"

Dash groaned and shook his head. Jordan was such a close friend, because both he and Dash came up with crazy and annoying pranks together so easily. Though, this would work against his family in the long run, thought Dash.

"Ah well," said Dash, finally conceding, "you already know we're supers. Just don't get caught…and if you do, I don't know you." Both of them laughed then, Dash repeating their very own motto.

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Violet waited as long as she could in the hallway before the final bell rang, waiting to see if the student would show.

There was no doubt, Violet thought to herself, he was the one. It would be just too convenient otherwise. After the museum incident, she had barely caught a glimpse of the strange figure that showed up to help destroy the criminal who was later identified as Lieutenant General Souvierg.

She had many questions in her head, but she didn't feel safe asking her family. Mostly since many of her questions were, well, embarrassing to discuss with them, since he had done the job for her. Now, the new transfer student to her school looked too much and seemed to convenient to be overlooked as this mysterious person. He had arrived at the same time the weird incidents began to occur and she noticed a very great resemblance between the two.

Finally, the teacher called out to her. Violet sighed and walked into the classroom, defeated. For the fourth day in a row, he hadn't shown up. As she walked to the back of her class and sat down, she took one look around to confirm her suspicions.

He wasn't there.

"Attendance please children, please settle down." The teacher got up once again with a notebook in his hand and ticked each student off one by one. Until he got to the desk beside Violet's; "Where's that kid 'Kevin'? What is this, the third day he's absent?"

"Fourth," corrected one of the students closer to the front.

"Ah, okay. He sure isn't making a good impression on this school." He then began talking about the assignments that would be assigned for the weekend tomorrow. Violet chose instead to catch up on some missed sleep.

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"So," the calm voice was heard in the darkness above the city lights, "it's been declared."

A figure landed lightly on the sidewalk right beside a brick building and was barely visible by a nearby street lamp. He kept his face down, focusing on the single sheet of paper in his hands. The opened envelope that had contained the note lay only few feet away.

"Doppelganger." The figure seemed to seep venom into his voice as he said the name. "Alright then, the Doppelganger you are." He turned on his feet and crouched before jumping straight into the pitch black sky, heading towards the center of the city.

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"Honey, please use your knife and fork." Helen patiently tried to coax Dash into picking up his utensils.

"But mom! It's pizza!!! You don't use knives and forks for pizza!" Dash tried to push his plate farther out of his mother's reach as she offered to slice it for him. "You hold it by the crust, see?"

If one thing, Helen Parr could not be given lessons on how to eat food by her younger son. "Dashiel Robert Parr, you pick up those utensils this minute or there will be no dessert. Bob, support me here."

"Huh?" Bob had just finished stuffing a piece of pizza into his mouth with both hands. "Wuff if it? Daff, liffen foo your moffer."

Helen groaned as she glared at her husband. "Please set and example Bob."

Violet was careful to stay out of the debate going on at the table. She ate her pizza silently while waiting for the proper moment to ask her question.

When each family member (including Jak-Jak) had finished his or her dinner, Violet chose to ask her mother her question.

"Mom?"

Helen paused from bringing dishes to the kitchen to look over at Violet. Dash and Bob had already left the kitchen and were talking about something in the living room.

"Umm," started Violet, "are we still going to go on night patrol? I mean…tonight?" Violet wasn't sure if they would go or if they would take a break, especially after last week's huge confrontation.

"Oh, that's right honey. I'm not entirely sure myself. The police have already begun an investigation on how such a large amount of criminals had suddenly shown up in the city. With all these criminals, we should be doing more super work then before." Helen then sat down beside Violet. "It's complicated though sweetie. There is school to worry about as well, plus your father has a job. I need to keep this house clean and livable while Jak-Jak,…well, isn't old enough to help out yet. We won't always have much time to help out other people."

"But mom," began Violet again, "us superheroes always give so much help to the public, but we don't get very much for it. Don't you think we should get something for continuously giving so much to others?"

Helen sighed. "Yes honey, but that's not the point. We do that because it's the right thing to do. We also help others because doing so makes us feel better about ourselves as well. Doesn't it make you happy knowing you're helping other people by stopping robberies and attacks?" Helen smiled and Violet found it hard not to smile as well.

"I guess."

"See, we're our own reward for crime fighting. Besides, we also have each other, it's a good way to speand a family night. So the answer is yes, of course we're going to go tonight. But…" Helen then got up from the table and aimed her voice towards the living room; "IF THE MEN DON'T START HELPING WITH THE DISHES THEN NOBODY'S GOING TO GO ANYWHERE!!! UNDERSTAND?!?!?!"

Bob and Dash instantly appeared at the sink, hair on end. Helen smirked and walked off towards them while Violet was forced to contemplate her other unasked questions.

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"Hey you!"

The street was dark, but the five or six street lamps in between office buildings provided ample light. The police car lamps also provided an Erie glow with it's circling blue and red rays. The officer held his gun out in front of him towards the suspect only a few meters away, just coming out of an alleyway.

"Stop right there! Don't move!" The figure the cop was aiming towards wore a dark yellow suit. He seemed to have loose fitting pants with a fairly tight long sleeve shirt over him. He had a black mask that came up to just above his nose but presented his dark pitch black eyes to the officer. The law enforcer was intimidated in a way, but kept his gun pointed firmly towards the figure's direction. "Did you hear me buddy? I said on the ground!"

The figure then turned away and seemed to chuckle, his shoulders trembled very slightly. The officer was about to yell something else when the figure looked over at something on the officer's left. The police officer could barely hear the words: "Take care of him please."

"My pleasure."

The cop's eyes widened in panic as he looked around and the same figure he was just aiming at appeared right beside the other one, though this one was empty handed. Then two more appeared, right beside each other until there were four identical figures surrounding the cop. Only then did he start panicking.

"Heh, he seems to be scared." Said one figure, stepping out of the shadows. Another duplicate it seemed.

"How about we put him out of his misery." Said another, stepping out behind the first one.

"After you." Finished the leader, walking away with the jewels.

The Officer finally broke. He ducked back into his car and locked the doors before picking up his radio. "Officer Jenkins here, I need backup on 97th street. I have a serious in progress-…"

The four figures together broke through the door and hauled him screaming out into the night. The police radio could only listen to the cop's plight as he was dragged away into the darkness.

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"We've got one."

Bob quickly tuned his police radio to a slightly more decent frequency and listened to the operator speaking on the other end. Unconsciously, Bob slowly repeated the radio's words to his three family members waiting a few feet away from him: "Officer down,…something, something, code 93…some sort of robbery…strange occurrences. It seems as if there has been some sort of mysterious robbery downtown, but all the investigators who have been pursuing this guy have disappeared. I think this is a task for us, don't you think. Are we in order for a rescue and retrieval mission?"

Helen was the first to speak her doubts. "Bob, what are we talking about here. What's the OV-factor?"

Bob thought for a moment. "Judging on what we've heard so far from the radio, it should be a piece of cake for us and the kids; especially after our last adventure-…"

"BOB!!!" Helen almost cried, "Do you know how dangerous the Museum incident was. That was a bit much to start the kids off with…"

"But mom…" Started Dash. "We did it easily, plus…it was fun!"

Violet groaned. "How could you say it was fun? Don't you realize you could have been killed?!"

"Okay, you two, knock it off." Helen quickly dismissed her two children. "It's up to you Bob, but if anything happens I will hold you personally responsible, just like last time."

Bob only hesitated for a few moments. "It's okay, we can easily do this, right kids?"

"Yeah sure we can!" Dash seemed enthused with the idea. Helen wore an expression of worry.

Violet did seem intrigued with what was going to happen on this case. Before they left, Violet asked both her and Dash's questions: "Wait a minute, before we leave; ummm, dad? What's a VO?"

"Oh." Bob slapped his head. Helen nodded and he continued. "Your mum and I haven't quite got to teaching you two the super's language. Well, not really 'super', but we will sometimes use shortcuts in language to point out certain things. You don't really need to know them, but in the old days, it was mandatory to have 'sayings' or 'catch phrases' and stuff to make you look extra special. You see? It made people respect us more, as well as look up to us!" Bob began with a few rules. "We just said VO meaning 'victory odds' which basically mean our chances of winning depending on the danger. Okay?"

"Oh…okay." Violet and Dash both nodded.

"Well," Bob finally said, "everyone ready?"

"Sure thing dad!" Dash replied for each of them.

"Alright then, let's go get them!"

Mr. Incredible leaped from building to building as his wife Elastigirl stretched from one building to the next beside him. Dash was able to scale the buildings quickly by using his mom as a temporary bridge. It didn't hold them up any since it only took a millisecond for Dash to run over his mom.

Violet simply created temporary force fields below her as she jumped from building to building, providing ample platforms. She had quite a shock when she first learned that her force fields could change shape. She was the one that had to work the hardest to keep up. Without the ability to generate a shield or to turn invisible, she was just an ordinary kid. She had to train hard to be able to keep up with the rest of her family.

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"So…"

Both figures stood silently on opposite rooftops staring at each other. One was wearing a pitch black cloak with black hair and blue eyes. The other one wore a dark yellow suit with white hair and pitch black eyes. Both their garments billowing in the winds of such a high altitude.

"So…you actually came."

The cloaked figure shifted his weight slightly before he spoke. "We can finish it here."

The other figure almost seemed to laugh as he grinned widely. "You seem so sure that you will win. I think you're forgetting something." The dark yellow figure held up his hand showing five fingers. "Number one, I already robbed the location, so I beat you to it!" He pulled one finger down. "Number two, I have hostages." He took away another finger. "Number three, I don't have anything to lose. Number four, I am stronger than you remember now. Finally," he held up his thumb, "you're outnumbered."

Bringing his thumb down, the cloaked figure looked around himself once more to see the rooftops around him suddenly covered with people. Though, all these people wore dark yellow…and every single one was identical to the one standing opposite him. The cloaked figure rose his eyebrow.

"Ah, you like my clones do you?" The figure in yellow gleefully gloated towards his companion.

The cloaked figure shrugged it off: "the last time I saw you, you could only conjure twenty."

"We improve with age; I think we both know that." The figure's teeth suddenly gleamed. "As well, I'm no longer called the prevalent."

"I can see." Started the cloaked figure. "I see you've become accustomed to calling yourself the doppelganger."

"Ah," the doppelganger smiled. "You like?"

"Actually, I find it sounds corny."

If the attitude between the two could get any colder, then it would be at sub-zero at this point. The Doppelganger flinched visibly before his rage rose somewhat more. "You dare mock me! I was going to give you a chance to join me-…"

"Ah! Hahahahaha!" The cloaked figure cut the other off with his laughter. "Haha,…sorry. That's the worst expression I would have expected you to say. How anti-climatic. You and I both well know that's the most overused super villain phrase. How about we just finish this?"

"Heh," anger rising from the Doppelganger now, "you think it's going to be easy. Well, it will, it will be easy for me to kill you ZEN!!!"

Every single figure on the rooftops jumped and lunged at the cloaked figure in the center of their midst during that instant. Every one of them, excluding the one controlling them all.

"My name,…" The cloaked figure's words were barely heard, "is no longer Zen…"

The cloak suddenly flew outwards as an extreme wind began to form around him. Suddenly, a huge vortex of spinning air was unleashed outwards throwing all the charging figures back many meters hard into brick walls. The whisps of air could be seen exploding outwards into the night.

The copies that were knocked out by the impact seemed to melt into a cloud of vapor as the other ones rose clumsily to their feet. The true Doppleganger got frustrated as he knocked a boulder away from his face: "Just kill him already."

Even more clones came out of the shadows until the rooftops, other than the one being used by the cloaked figure, were invisible under the massive number of copies.

"Whoa, you've been practicing." The cloaked figure was impressed with the odds.

"Yeah, I wonder how you noticed." Mocked the other figure.

"Now, you want to see what I've learned?" The Doppelganger's eyes widened somewhat in interest. The other figure took that as an affirmative: "Then observe."

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"I hear noise up ahead guys, stay vigilant." Mr. Incredible quickly scaled another building beside his family, being the bulkiest he had some difficulty keeping up with his spouse and son. He generally tagged beside his daughter. "Watch out for anything unusual okay?"

He received affirmations from his family unit and smiled as they scaled one more building before they came into view of multiple huge commercial buildings rising hundreds of meters into the air.

"Wait, stop!" Everyone slowed down to a halt as Dash came back from up front as the scout. "Wait, there's something going on up ahead. There's a lot of noise!"

"What is it, what's going on?" Asked Violet.

"I dunno. I think it may be some kind of fight or something."

"What do you mean?" Asked Elastigirl.

"…"

All the members of the Parr family looked up at the huge buildings they had been closing up on and watched as brief clouds of dust seemed to fall from the tops of the buildings.

"Wait a minute," started Violet. "Is that what I think-…It's glass!" The 'dust' that seemed to be falling from the buildings was smashing anything in it's way to bits as it fell. Something was creating enormous pressure up above and was shattering the glass provided on the topmost floors.

"There must be some huge explosion or battle up there. But how are we going to get up through that debris?" Helen turned to her husband.

It was a definite weird phenomenon, and definitely not a natural one. Bob brainstormed before he had an answer; "I'll meet you guys up there. Vi, Helen, Dash, get ready."

The general response from the group was 'huh?'

"Quickly, Violet, create a field around yourself. Helen, stretch to cover Dash." The family members did as they were told and just as Dash disappeared under his mother's protection, Mr. Incredible made his move.

Violet was not ready for what came to her. Her father ran up and punted her as hard as he could while her force-field absorbed most of the impact. She flew up towards the summit of the high rise. Elastigirl came after her as she was used more like a mace; swung around until enough momentum was gained and was unleashed flying upwards.

Violet didn't have enough time to enjoy the feeling of free flight and weightlessness before gravity caught her again and she fell towards earth. Luckily, the sphere of her force-field successfully made it onto the lip of the building and she quickly let it dissipate around her as she ran and crouched low on the solid ground. It only took a few seconds for her mother to show up holding Dash firmly and safely mumbling to herself how unsafe her husband's methods were.

They weren't prepared for the scene of the rooftops in front of them.

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A/N: This chapter came out a bit quick, so the quality may not be the best. Nevertheless, lots of work went into it.

I'm still looking for more super-villain ideas, I don't have nearly enough yet. I don't have time to send people E-mails asking for them, so please either give me a review or an E-mail.

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