Other Stuff: This is my first real attempt at fanfiction. I don't get that much time to just sit down and write, so please don't expect updates to be coming very soon. When I get the chance to write them, I'll write them. This story takes place five years after the movie.
Chapter 1.
Football season. A time of pride, of glory, of cheerleaders, of championships.
And
for Dashielle Parr, agonizing frustration.
Dash loved competition. The
struggle, the feeling of victory, the knowledge that he was the best at
what he was doing. He'd completed his collection of bronze, silver, and
gold track & field medals long ago. He'd done the same for
swimming, and his parents had even let him play basketball last season,
where he'd led the team to their first district championship in ten
years.
But his mom had made it perfectly clear, no football.
He
could still hear her.
"Dash honey, I'm very proud of you. And I'm
impressed with the way you've been controlling yourself during your
games. But I can't let you play football."
"Why not mom?" he'd
argued, "I can control my speed almost perfectly now. And I wouldn't
show out, I've learned my lesson about that."
"Dash, that's not the problem."
"Then what?"
"I'm afraid you'll get hurt."
"WHAT!"
That's
what his mom had said. He, Dash Parr, known to his school as "The
Dash," star of basketball and track, and known to the world as "The
Dash," teenage superhero, who had faced desperate bank robbers,
determined terrorists, angry supervillains, and killer robots, could
not play football, because his mother thought he might get hurt.
The idea made him furious.
She'd
tried to explain, but he hadn't listened to her. It was too humiliating
to think that a guy who fought the world's most dangerous people every
month couldn't play a game of organized football just because it was a
rough game.
His dad had tried to help, which only made things worse.
His parents had immediately started fighting, a remix of the arguments
they'd had when Dash was just nine years old. Dash's
little brother Jack-Jack had been frightened, and the entire family was upset with one
another.
Now it was morning, time to go to school, and stare at all
the glitz and glamour of the football team, knowing that he wouldn't
get to participate.
Well, there was no sense in stalling.
DING-DONG!
"Coming!"
Helen called as she hurridley stuffed Dash and Jack-Jack's lunches into
their backpacks, then for the twentieth time that morning, went over
her mental list of things to do before it was time for the boys to
leave for school. Jack-Jack was wolfing down his cereal, but Dash
hadn't come downstairs yet, meaning he wouldn't have time to eat
something before he had to catch the bus. She sighed. He was
undoubtedly still angry with her after she had refused to let him try
out for the football team. Well, after he cooled down she could explain
everything to him, maybe then he would understand.
And maybe pigs would grow wings and fly to Chicago.
"Jack-Jack, don't eat so fast."
"Mrph froogahgah mooph."
"And
don't talk with your mouth full, young man," Helen admonished as she
snagged a can of cat food and called Socks, Jack-Jack's kitten. At
least, Socks was supposed to be Jack-Jack's kitten. But after Jack-Jack
had set poor Socks' tail on fire while he was goofing around with his
superpowers, Helen had been forced to take the responsibility of
feeding the cat upon herself.
Now let's see, she thought, what was it I was about to do?
DING-DONG!
Oh.
"Coming!" she called again, dumping Socks' food in his tray. Jack-Jack
was slurping his milk, something Helen had told him a dozen times not
to do. She sighed again and sauntered over to the door to greet whoever
it was ringing the doorbell. It was a teenage girl with long, light-red
hair and bright blue eyes. She had several freckles, and a very patient
smile. She was dressed in faded jeans, (probably the current fashion,
thought Helen,) and a blue sweater. Helen recognized her, she was
Elizabeth Denning, daughter of the new principal. Dash had been hanging
out with her a lot lately.
"Hello Elizabeth," Helen greeted her pleaseantly.
"Hello Mrs. Parr, I thought Dash might like to walk with me to school, instead of riding the bus. Is that okay?"
"Um, sure," Helen answered. Maybe a walk with a pleasant girl was just what Dash needed.
"Wait
here honey, just a minute," she told Elizabeth before turning around,
walking over and grabbing Dash's backpack (she almost didn't stop
herself from going along with her initial instinct to "stretch" for
it), and finally calling Dash. "Dash! Elizabeth's here"
Dash came running down the steps, dressed in a red jacket and faded jeans (definitely the fashion, thought Helen).
"Here
honey, take your back-" Dash grabbed the back-pack without looking at
his mom. "Take a cereal bar, you didn't eat any breakfast." Dash
ignored her. Helen sighed again. "Elizabeth, would you see that he eats
this?" she asked, tossing her the cereal bar. "Sure Mrs. Parr,"
Elizabeth smiled as she caught it. "Bye."
"Bye," Helen answered. "Love you Dash." No anwser.
Well, thought Helen, so far this morning has been just wonderful. "Jack-Jack, are you finished eating?"
No answer.
"Jack-Jack?"
Helen turned just in time to see the devilish five-year-old reach for Socks' tail.
"Jack-Jack, NO!"
Too
late. Jack-Jack's hand burst into flame the second he grabbed Sock's
tail. With a cry of pain the poor cat leaped onto the kitchen counter,
and knocked every single thing sitting on it onto the floor. Jack-Jack
giggled wickedly as Socks took refuge in a cabinet, sending the dishes
inside it tumbling out. Almost all of the dishes shattered upon contact
with the counter.
Slowly, deliberately, Helen marched toward
Jack-Jack, who was no longer giggling. Just as she opened her mouth,
the Kindergarden bus stopped in front of their house.
"There's the bus, bye mom!" Jack-Jack shouted as he sprinted outside and climbed into the waiting bus, grinning like a demon.
Helen sighed again. Yes, this morning had been just wonderful.
Dash
and Elizabeth talked the entire walk to school. Elizabeth couldn't help
but notice the air of animosity Dash had shown around his mother, and
had decided to ask him about it. Dash didn't really want to talk about
it, but Elizabeth was a close friend of his and talking things over
with her had always seemed to help him when he felt down. He told her
about the argument they'd had. "So that's why you're so upset with your
mom."
"Well, yeah. I mean,
can't she realize I can take care of myself? She acts like I'm still
too small to ride a rollercoaster."
"Oh Dash," Elizabeth sighed and
giggled at the same time, "Your mom lets you drive! She lets you date!
She lets you go to the city by yourself! I'm a month older than you,
and my parents don't let me do any of that."
"Yeah well, you haven't exactly encouraged them to let you date."
"Don't
start," she cautioned, the dating argument was the last thing she
wanted to go through, especially with Dash. "We're talking about you,
not me. Anyway, I'm sure your mom has an explanation if you'll just
listen to her."
"No way," Dash said, anger still written on his
face, "She's treating me like a baby, and I'm treating her like she
doesn't exist until she stops it."
"Dashielle Parr, you are spoiled."
"Don't
call me Dashielle," he warned, cringing as a couple of girls from his
school rode by on bikes, "I told you my name in confidence. And I am
not spoiled."
"Oh really," Elizabeth's voice sounded faintly strained, "When was the last time your parents told you 'no'?"
"Last night."
"Before last night, Dash," Elizabeth was frustrated now.
"Well,
uh..." come to think of it, Dash thought, my parents don't tell me "no"
very often. Maybe Beth has a point. "I guess you're right. But Beth,
this is different. Sports are very important to me-"
"And you are
very important to your mother," Elizabeth cut in. "I haven't known your
mom for very long Dash, but she doesn't strike me as a stupid person.
Now when you get home, give her a chance, will you? She loves you,
Dash. Talk things over with her, calmly, and maybe she'll change her
mind. But even if she doesn't, you'll have to learn to respect that."
"You sound like a guidance councellor."
"That's what you ordered."
Dash
was starting to feel annoyed, but one look into Elizabeth's caring face
and all the annoyance faded away. "All right, you may be right," he
admitted, as they walked through the front doors of their high-school,
"I'll give mom a chance."
"Good," said Elizabeth, with a playful swat on Dash's head, "There may be some sense in that head after all."
Dash
grinned and swatted back at her. He was just starting to feel good
about the day when they passed all of the high-school jocks signing-up
for football tryouts. His countenance immediately sank right back down
to it's previous level of frustration and anger.
"Dash..."
Elizabeth's worried tone said all that Dash needed to know. "Don't
worry," he answered, "I'm fine." But he wasn't, and he knew it.
"I
wish I was in college like Vy," Dash said, thinking of his older sister
Violet. "Then I wouldn't have to worry about parental permission."
"I
don't know about that Dash," Elizabeth said as they split up to go to
their lockers. "Sometimes, things you might have handled with your
parents help can be rather hard to do alone."
Eight hours earlier...
Ms.
Invisble, the superhero identity of Violet Parr, was just that,
invisible. That didn't seem to be stopping her opponet from staying
very close to her.
"Come on sister," Said the blonde female clad in a tiger-striped costmue, "I know you're nearby, I can smell you."
Violet
stayed perfectly still, contemplating what to do. Edna Mode had given
her a beautiful new costume when she graduated from high-school, "After
all darling," she had said, "You'll be working alone now that you're
going to college. Your suit should have some originality." Purple with
white trim, her own logo on the chest, and a hood-mask with a visor, It
looked nice. But more importantly it contained even more gagets than
her first one. "I've included defenses against infrared tecknowledgy,
which is why you have an all concealing mask. And it's been padded so
that you'll be almost completely silent while moving around, that
should prove invaluable when you sneak into the boy's dorms darling."
Yet Edna had said nothing about defenses against smell, and Violet
doubted she had any.
They were in the basement to a rather
unremarkable-looking house. An enormous basement, with some of the
latest high-tech equipment lying around. The room was pitch black; the
goons had knocked out the lights. But Violet wasn't hindered, Edna had
placed night-vision capabilites in her visor. Violet didn't know who
the place belonged to, but the security had been unbelieveably tight.
Every security trick in the book, from guards to laser turrets, had
been present. And Violet had watched this cat-girl and her partners
march through all of it, almost without any trouble. Now those same
partners were doing whatever they wanted with whatever they had came
here for, and Violet couldn't stop them because this feline wannabe
kept cutting her off.
Maybe it was time to throw subtleness out the window.
"Here kitty kitty kitty," Violet called softly, turning her body visible once again.
Wicked-looking
four-inch claws protuded from the cat-girl's hands, who prepared to dig
them into Violet's flesh. With amazingly fast reflexes the girl lunged
at Violet-
And smacked her face hard on Violet's forcefield. Violet
didn't waste any more time. With her opponet dazed, she lashed out a
kick and followed it with a hard right-hand punch that knocked her
opponet to the floor. Before the girl could get back to her feet, a
small forcefield appeared over her stomach and slammed hard into her
solar-plexus as Violet commanded it to expand quickly. Two more
forcefields struck the girl, one on each of her temples, before a final
one struck her under her chin. Unconscious, the girl layed on the
floor, her body limp.
That
wasn't too hard, thought Violet, now I've got to find the others before
they get away with whatever it is they came here for.
Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her. "My dear, you needn't be concerned. We're leaving now, and we haven't taken anything"
Startled, Violet's instincts told her to whirl around and face whomever it was who had spoken.
But she couldn't. She couldn't move at all.
"Don't
be alarmed my dear," the voice spoke again, strong and with an air of
superiority, "I won't hurt you any worse than you hurt my young subject."
The
voice paused for a moment, and Violet could almost see the cruel smile
of power that had to belong to whomever was back there.
"Let's see,
you struck her on the head and knocked her unconscious. So the same
will be done to you. That's the law for us, my law. But first, let's
take that mask off. We wouldn't want to mess it up while slamming your
head around, would we?"
Invisible hands lifted Violet's mask off of
her head, and fear began to take over her heart. Without her mask's
night-vision, she was blind in this dark room. And she still couldn't
move. Desperate for anything to protect herself, she tried to project a
force field around herself. Nothing. Not only was her mobility gone,
but so were her forcefields. She was really starting to get scared.
"Why are you so afraid my dear?" The voice continued as if sensing her
thoughts. "Soon you will have your powers back, if you cooperate that
is. And if I knock you out with the first blow, then you will not feel
any pain until you wake up."
No
sooner had he stopped talking than Violet was slammed, with incredible
force, against the nearest wall. Her head whipped back and pain shot
through her body, but she remained concsious.
"Oh, you're still awake. Well, the pain won't last for very long."
Again
and again, Violet was slammed against the wall, each blow hurting worse
than the last, until finally, after one last blow, she slipped into
unconsciousness.
"Warlock," called the strong voice.
"Yes Master," a young, humble voice answered.
"Take the Imaginer and go home, see that he arrives safely. I will be along shortly with the others."
"Yes Master," Warlock said again. A few seconds later there was a sound like a loud gasp. Warlock and the Imaginer were gone.
"Switch," The Master called to another of his subjects, "Wake Felina up."
"Yes
sir," replied another voice, this one with an eerie, watery tone to it.
The Master heard a soft slap, and sensed the awakening of the young,
cat-like woman. Reaching out with his invisible grip, he hauled to her
feet, and began to scold her.
"You were defeated Felina, very
easily. Too easily, in fact. You made a terrible mistake in rashly
attacking your opponet and you will be punished for that when we get home. I know you can do better, and I expect better. Do you
understand?"
"Yes Master," the girl answered, sounding frightened.
The
Master took a moment to revel in her fear and submission toward him,
then placed his invisible grip on Switch, Violet and himself, lifting
them all off of their feet. Suddenly the heavy concrete ceiling and the
house above it were broke into pieces and sent flying. The cloudless,
moonless, star-filled night sky above was all that could be seen by the
three conscious individuals in the basement.
Without
a word, The Master, his two subjects, and his one captive, were lifted
above the ruins of the house, and travelled through the air towards the
south.
Well, what did you think? Review the chapter and let me know. A well rounded critiqe is more appreciated than anything, as it's a lot of help in improving the story. But if you just want to say a word or two, be it compliment or complaint, then go right ahead and do it. Thanks everyone! Chapter 2 will be up as soon as possible (which may be a while).
