Before you get on my case, there's a discrepancy in the film. In "The Incredibles", Dynaguy is supposed to die in the late 1950's. But then after Mr. Incredible gets sued and it's showing all the newspapers, you see Dynaguy getting sued. Right after this, all the supers get forced into hiding. Which means that, going by this, Dynaguy dies after he gets sued, but before they go into hiding. Well, Gazerbeam is supposed to join the Thrilling Three after Dynaguy dies, but how would he do that if they all go into hiding?

Chapter Fifteen – The Thrilling Two

Gazerbeam came to pick her up at exactly eight PM. Agatha was wearing the simple blue dress that he had bought her from Nordstrom's, (which had ended up costing $700, go figure) as well as the pearl necklace he had given her. She had also put on her large sun visor, which was a purple color that faded into blue, which was the part of her super suit that served as her mask. Gazerbeam, dressed to kill as always, was wearing a suit that was a darker shade of the blue in her dress, and a pair of sunglasses.

"You know, wearing sunglasses all the time just makes you look like you're blind?" she teased as she got out of the apartment and locked the door.

"Would you rather I not wear sunglasses, and then burn you into ashes?" he replied calmly, used to her teasing by now. "Because you know I won't be looking at anything but you tonight." Agatha turned a deep shade of red, and chose to say nothing. Just to be on the safe side, she had folded her supersuit carefully and put it into her purse. Gazerbeam, no doubt, had his under his tuxedo. Supers were always careful; you never knew what could come your way. Of course, the men that hadn't been asked had formed a temporary super squad, of sorts, and were patrolling the city.

They got into Gazerbeam's car, and drove towards the Metroville Civic Center where the Superwoman was being held. They had apparently chosen their outfits well; blue was the dance decoration colour. Everything, from the walls to the confetti, was in various shades of blue. Agatha suspected that Thunderhead had had at least something to do with the colour choice, as blue was his signature colour. She and Gazerbeam sat down at one of the banquet tables, and ate the exquisite food rather gingerly. "You know, I just noticed that almost all of the supers' supersuits are red, white, or blue." She commented after some thought.

"It just seems that way because we're in America," Gazerbeam reasoned. "I mean, we're protecting the country, so using the colours of the flag would make sense, wouldn't it?"

In fact, the only super she could think of with a supersuit that wasn't patriotic was Everseer, and even then, his suit was still white, just with green accents. Even now, when they were all at a party, they still dressed in mostly the same colours. Agatha and Gazerbeam were both guilty of wearing blue as well, except that their outfits were more of a cerulean colour. With a smile, Agatha casually slid her hand into Gazerbeam's under the table. He seemed a little surprised, but did nothing but smile in response. "The pearls look good on you," he said smoothly.

"I got them from a wonderful man," she teased. Gazerbeam pulled lightly on Agatha's arm as he stood up, implying that he wanted her to get up with him. He gestured towards the dance floor, where couples were already dancing around. On the far side of the auditorium, she saw Stormicide and Gamma Jack, together yet apart, sitting back-to-back and facing opposite directions. A thought crossed her mind, and she wondered if they were fighting for some reason. It seemed rather unlikely; Gamma Jack was a man who flirted with any beautiful woman in sight. Still, Stormicide probably knew what she was doing, and eventually, Agatha knew that her friend would tell her about what had happened.

She got up from the table, laying the napkin that had been in her lap on top of her plate, and was gently pulled to the dance floor by Gazerbeam. For being so serious with a lack of a sense of humor, he danced extraordinarily well. His energy seemed boundless, and Agatha almost struggled to keep up with him and his twirls, dips, and whatever else he threw her way. She felt happy, and thought that there really wasn't anything in the world that could ruin this moment.

The lights suddenly turned off, and the music abruptly silenced. "You know, even when it seems completely dark…the stars, the moon…they're still in the night sky," Agatha knew that voice, and cringed. "Sunshine, Sunshine, Sunshine." A spotlight shined on Agatha and Gazerbeam, and she pulled out of his embrace to look towards where the spotlight's origin was.

"Crescentia," she whispered, mostly to herself. The other supers looked confused, mostly, as they hadn't dealt with her previously. Gazerbeam was gazing at Crescentia with a look of the utmost worry. Crescentia was just beneath the top of the auditorium, where there were open windows that let the light from outside come in, and gave a view of the sky outside. She glowed with starlight, standing on one of the ceiling beams while maneuvering the spotlight.

"Tell me, Sunshine. If you had to choose between love and friendship, which would it be?" the supervillain seemed greatly amused, and smirked as if to say And you thought you were rid of me?

"What do you mean?" Agatha called out. A few supers turned to look at her, as if to say Apogee knows that person? She mentally shook her head, thinking I wish I didn't.

"I mean what I said. On the one hand, you have glory. You have The Thrilling Three. Your little team led by Dynaguy. You guys have done pretty well; apprehended bank robbers, put out fires…kept Metroville safe. On the other hand," Crescentia gestured towards Gazerbeam. "…you have your lover, don't you? Gazerbeam."

"What are you getting at?" Agatha clenched her fists to shop the shaking fear. There was no sunlight, and her suit was in a bag. "What are you trying to say?"

"Gazerbeam or The Thrilling Three?" Crescentia suddenly looked off into the distance. "Oh! It looks like your choice has already been made for you. I do offer my condolences."

Agatha's blood ran cold as Crescentia vanished. She dashed towards the table and grabbed her bag, running quickly to the bathroom to change. Gazerbeam was right outside the bathroom door, yelling at her and asking her what the hell she was doing. She chose to ignore this. Agatha changed into her supersuit quickly, and grabbed the wristwatch communicator. "Phylange! Phylange! Come in, Phylange!"

There was some static, followed by "Apogee? Is that you?" He sounded far away, and Agatha was very afraid.

"Phylange! What happened? Where's Dyna?" she cried desperately.

"He…oh God, he…there was this guy called the Disaster Duke holding a group of kids hostage in the Metroville Park. I told him to wait, I'd go with him, but you know Dyna. He went off by himself!"

Agatha, though not surprised by Dynaguy's impulsivity, was deathly afraid. What had Crescentia meant by "your choice has already been made for you"? "I'll be there. Meet me at the park, and we'll find him."

As she ran out of the bathroom, Gazerbeam stopped her. "And just where do you think you're going?" he demanded.

"No…time….I have to save Dyna!" she struggled to get her arm out of his grip, but it was like an iron vice.

"I want to go with you…!" he insisted, struggling to hold on, to keep her there. "I can change in just—"

"No! This is something that The Thrilling Three has to handle!" she forcefully pulled out of his grip and ran the short distance to the Metroville City Park.

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She had met up with The Phylange shortly, and he was waiting right at the gates to give her more information. Agatha and the Phylange were now slowly creeping around, using trees for cover and going towards where the alleged criminal was supposed to be.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Agatha saw Dynaguy up ahead, poised to strike as the Disaster Duke was…monologuing? They seemed to have caught the end of it. The Disaster Duke was dressed exactly like a European aristocrat of yore, down to the sword and pointy shoes.

"The world will soon be mine! You have no chance against me, Dynaguy! Hee hee hee hee!" the Duke cackled, turning on his jet shoes and rising into the air at a rather high speed. He threw the sword from his belt down, pinning Dynaguy's cape into the ground. Determined not to let this one get away, Dynaguy tried to fly after him.

In that moment, Agatha didn't expect anything bad to happen. This was Dynaguy. They were superheroes, and the heroes always won. Dynaguy would lift off, his cape would get a little ripped maybe, but he would catch the bad guy and save the day.

It was then that Agatha heard the sound of a sickening CRACK! The Phylange quickly looked at her, and his gray eyes bored into her, asking What was that? They both looked up to the sky, where Dynaguy was now hurtling towards the earth, as if his cape had pulled him back like a bungee cord. He hit the ground with a resounding thud.

Even then, Agatha wasn't worried at all. Surely Dynaguy just broke his jet thrusters, and that was what that sound was. He's OK. She was thinking. She figured that the cape was more resilient than it looked, so it had just pulled him back. Agatha closed her eyes as she winced. There was suddenly the sound of high-pitched beeping, and Agatha looked up just in time to see the "jewels" on the hilt of the sword flash different colours. "No—!"

There was a loud BOOM as the sword exploded. Smoke filled the air, billowing around like a large cloud and filling the vicinity. The Phylange had jumped to shield Agatha, and as the smoke partially cleared, she saw him in front of her and could hear him coughing from the smoke poisoning. "Apogee! Are you…alright?" he asked between coughs. He slumped to the ground, and Agatha noticed that he was bleeding profusely.

"Phylange!" she shrieked. The bomb's shrapnel had apparently sliced through him, and though his wounds weren't life-threatening on their own, they could be serious if left alone. Agatha used her communicator to call the police, telling them to send help. "Stay with me, Phylange!"

"No! I'm…fine!" he coughed, the smoke interfering with his speech. "See to…Dynaguy!" It was then that Agatha suddenly remembered Dynaguy. A chill running down her spine, she went to Dynaguy's side, her visor shielding her eyes from the smoke.

In horror, she saw Dynaguy lying on his back, covered in blood. He was making strange noises as he tried to inhale, and Agatha knew from her readings that his lungs had probably been injured heavily. She felt something inside of her break as she pleaded with him to hold on, telling him that the ambulance would be there shortly. "You're a hero, Dyna. A hero. You can't die…please…please…" He moved his head to look at her, and smiled.

"Dynamic…dynamite…dynamo…that's me," he laughed. He coughed just a few times, and then his breathing slowed. Finally, his eyes glazed over and Agatha was hit with the stunning realization that he was gone. She lifted her hands from his shoulders and her light blue gloves were stained with something that was terribly red. Agatha felt the world fall all around her, and she trembled, crying like she hadn't cried since her father's death. Her body was wracked with sobs as she turned her face towards the sky.

"Why couldn't I have been there? If I was here…if I had been here, I could have helped! We're a team! Why did he have to die!" she screamed. She heard the sound of sirens in the distance, and heard someone calling her.

Crescentia's words returned to her in her anguish, whispered on the wind: If you had to choose between love and friendship, which would it be? Oh! It looks like your choice has already been made for you.