Wako Taco Amigos! Boy, that was weird. I should stop eating pop-tarts. They make me act funny. Wow, I'm almost to 50 reviews. That is so totally coolness, you guys all rock very much out! I should buy you all chocolate, or something. Whatever, on to the story!
Tony still held his hand over his mouth, his eyes as big with surprise at what he'd said as Violet's. And believe me, Violet's eyes were huge. She just turned and stared at Tony, her mouth slightly agape with shock. Not to mention she dropped the sodas she'd been carrying. For a minute she struggled to just get her mouth around a word at all.
"What?"
Tony shut his eyes tightly and started to bang his head against the wall. "Stupid stupid stupid!"
Violet grabbed one of Tony's arms and pulled him away from the wall. "Knock that off and come on!" she hissed, pulling him after her as she charged down a random hallway. After walking for a good five minutes down the halls, they finally came to an empty classroom that was unlocked. They both walked in and Violet locked the door.
"YOU KNOW!"
"It was an accident!"
"What do you mean it was an accident!" Violet yelled, trying to contain her emotions as best she could. She suddenly reminded herself of her mother.
"I didn't mean to remember, it just sorta happened!"
The bell rang, but they both ignored it. This was so much more important than class.
"It just sorta happened," Vi repeated.
"Yeah."
"Don't tell me the NSA memory whatever-they-do didn't work."
"No it did! It's just that the school bus passed by the movie theater and a gun went off in my head!"
Violet paused a second. "A gun went off in your head?"
"Okay, bad choice of words."
Violet slumped down in one of the chairs in the classroom. "I am in so much trouble." Vi sighed. "Well, taking you back to NSA is no good, you'll just remember again..."
Tony sat down in a chair opposite Violet. He felt guilty (and stupid) saying it, but it just had to be said. "So you're a superhero."
"You could say that."
"Your folks…?"
"Yep."
"And your brothers?"
"Both of 'em."
It was Tony's turn to sigh. "Sorry about all this."
"Don't be."
"So now what?"
Violet thought…
And thought…
And thought some more…
Half and hour later, still thinking…
"Any ideas?" she asked sullenly, having thought of zilch.
"Not one."
"I guess… in that case," Vi said hesitantly, "that means I'll just have to trust you won't be telling anyone until we think of what to do."
"Should we ask your parents?"
The idea made Violet sick to her stomach and she shook her head no. She was thinking about the night in the cave at Nomanisan. Where her mother had given Dash and her their masks.
Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it.
Violet couldn't help but feel as though she'd failed her mother again, the way she had on the plane. Only this seemed a hundred times worse.
Meanwhile, Dash was in gym class. "Five laps, Runts, let's go!" the gym teacher yelled, as the class groaned. (A/N I know I would) Dash just rolled his eyes. He could have run a zillion in a heartbeat.
"Hey (huff puff) Dash!" Luke said as he ran up alongside Dash, who was taking it extremely easy.
"Yeah?"
"Why (huff) were you sitting (huff) with those losers at lunch?"
"They seemed all right to me."
"Ah (huff puff). You're so naïve, Dash!"
"Don't talk down to me!" Dash suddenly felt a wave of unexplainable anger towards Luke rush through his body.
"Easy, easy! (huff) I didn't mean nothin'."
Just then, Mickey whizzed by the two boys, calling over his shoulder, "See ya later, Ladies!"
Alice ran by next. "Who do you think you're callin' a lady, Buster! You get back here, I'm gonna give you a piece of my mind, if you think you're just gonna walk away you gotta another thing comin, Buddy!"
Then came Dodger. "Alice, please don't kill 'im! Alice! Hey come back! Alice do you hear me!"
And finally, Jimmy, who looked quite odd without his leather jacket. "Hey, I was just lettin' you guys get warmed up! You're gonna need it! Get back here! No fair, you guys know I'm an endurance runner, not a sprinter!"
"(huff) Dumb runners," Luke said under his breath.
"Hey," Dash called to the others. "Wait up!" With that, he left Luke baffled in his dust.
As Luke watched Dash quickly pass Jim, Dodger and Alice until he and Mickey were plainly pushing each other into a race, an anger grew from his stomach. "You need to learn your place, Parr. No one chooses that moron over me."
--- -The next day - ---
"Now Dash, I'm going to drop you and Jack-Jack off while I take Vi up to get her suit fixed," Helen was saying to her blonde-haired son in the back seat. Vi was riding up front. Apparently E had called earlier in the day and moved the appointment up to one, so Helen, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to get out of the lion's den in time to pick up the kids, had picked up the kids early from school while Bob was still at work.
Work… it was such a nice word. Helen had been ecstatic that Bob had gotten the job, yet something had seemed to be on his mind. Then he'd seen the magazine business card and Helen had to explain the whole weirdness of her situation. What truly boggled her mind was the fact that Bob had encouraged her to give it a go. Weird.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"If I knew where we were going I coulda been there already."
"Well you don't know, now do you? Now stop bugging your brother and sit still."
"I am not bugging Jack-Jack!"
"Dash, there's this thing called a rearview mirror…"
A few minutes later, Helen stopped the new rental car outside of Dash's and Jack-Jack's stop. She got out of the car with her sons and started to walk to the front door. However, Dash was looking at the house with several doubts. It looked like a train wreck. No seriously. There was scrap in the front lawn.
"Uh, Mom, are you sure we can't just go with you and Vi?"
"Dash, believe me, you would much rather be here," Helen said. It wasn't that she didn't like E, it was that an eleven-year-old might just get killed by her. And who knew what would happen to a thirteen month old.
Helen rang the doorbell, and Dash hung back. He was thinking about how the day couldn't get any worse. The door opened.
It was Dean, the car dude who had made the Incredicar. "Eh, Mrs. Inc, how's it going?"
"Heya Dean. Thanks for taking the boys for me. It won't be too long," Helen said as she handed Jack-Jack to Dean and gently pushed Dash into the room.
"Helen, you're going to visit who?" Dean asked smiling.
"Okay, so it might be a while before we get back," Helen said.
Dean looked down at Dash. "How ya doin', Champ?"
"I'm fine."
"Okay, well you boys have fun, I'll be back later!" Helen called as she walked back to the car.
"We will!" Dean called after her. Dash was looking around the room. This also looked like a train wreck.
We're gonna have fun next chapter, I promise. (Smiles insane evilly) BWA HAHAHA!
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