A/N: Yay Gabby! My only reviewer! Thank you for reading this… I know how un-fond you are of Syndrome… but I promise you that you will not be disappointed by this story. The characters have a lot more layers to them. And I think I changed Eric's last name in this one… and in answer to a review from ages ago on Define Hero, I probably took the name from "the" Erik, but he's not supposed to be like him in any way, shape, or form. Don't be sympathetic to him, Gabby. Just don't be. And to everyone else who happens to be checking out this story - it's not as bad as the porn-flick title makes it sound (thanks Gabby), I promise. Read and review people!

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I'm starting to trip

I'm losing my grip, and

I'm in this thing alone…

- "Losing Grip" by Avril Lavigne

Static was a fairly cynical Super. She did not feel as though she belonged in either the world of normal people or the world of the Supers. Because she was younger and less experienced, older Supers tended to look down on her and her generation. Her generation of Supers tended to dislike the fact that she had a quirky personality and wouldn't speak to most of them, largely because she was too shy. And, obviously, it was hard enough living a normal life as a civilian when you could stick your finger in an electrical socket and not get hurt at all.

Of course, Static had other reasons for being cynical - like her boyfriend, a super called Elemental. His real name was Eric Anderson, and he had often bitched to her about how it wasn't fair that the world hated them, especially since they had once been so good at saving it. Never mind that they'd been little children then. Never mind that he was a miserable excuse for a hero - always drunk and focusing on himself, never paying attention to her or the world's problems. None of that mattered to him. Nothing mattered at all, except being recognized for his extraordinary talent.

Static just wished it would all go away sometimes.

Like today, for example, this lovely, sunny Saturday when she should have been out in the park, sitting under the shade of a tree and reading a good Terry Pratchett novel. But because she was a Super, she had a duty to the public, a duty to the greater good, and she had to give up that peace and quiet so that she could kick the sorry ass of a miserable supervillain.

Static had been called in that morning by Mr. Incredible, who had frantically told her the details as she rushed to pull on her supersuit while stumbling over various and sundry beer bottles and old pizza carry-out containers. She had almost woken Elemental to go help her, but she knew he would have a killer hangover, and wouldn't be in a good enough mood to fight evil. She had continued listening to Mr. Incredible on her cell phone as she drove in her junky car towards the sight of the battle

Mr. Incredible had given her very brief details about the supervillain. He was sort of boyish in appearance, and he had crazy red hair that stood straight up. He was currently wearing an entirely black costume, except for a large, aqua diamond emblem emblazoned with an 'S' in its center on his chest. He wore rocket boots that enabled him to fly, and he wore gloves that shot something known as 'zero-point' energy, which froze whoever was unfortunate enough to be caught in the beam in place.

And then there was the fact that this supervillain was supposed to be dead. Was that not what Mr. Incredible had told everyone? We saw the jet explode. There was no way that anyone could have survived it.

And yet, Static thought dryly, there he was, flying around in the typical spandex-like suit, although she noticed that he lacked the cape that had apparently defeated him before. A guy who learns from his mistakes. Amazing.

Static parked close to the Incredimobile, which had made its way there before she could (she decided that this would be to The Dash's credit.) Without hesitating, she leapt out of the vehicle and ran towards the scene of devastation and chaos where the supervillain who Mr. Incredible had called Syndrome was proudly hovering over his maniac robot.

She saw his head turn in her direction. She stopped and raised her arms threateningly, allowing bits of energy to sparkle at the edge of her fingertips. She could swear she saw him smirking. Suddenly, she was surrounded in a beam of bluish light, and she found that the only part of her able to move was her eyes.

Damn! Zero-point energy!

Syndrome flew towards her, moving her backwards. He took her and threw her neatly against a building. Gasping in pain and almost unconscious from the blow, she slid down the wall and hit the ground with hard thud! Shit, she thought miserably. That's gonna hurt in the morning.

"Hellooo, baby!"

Static couldn't see the speaker and didn't know his voice, but it seemed to fit well enough with Syndrome's face, so she reached up and punched whoever had made the comment in the nose. She heard a muffled curse, and then she was zero-pointed again.

"That wasn't very nice," Syndrome said, rubbing his now-bleeding nose. He dropped Static on the ground. She stood up, turned, and made an attempt to zap him with her electric lightning. But before the stuff could hit him, a large, aqua blue shield exploded around him, and the energy bounced back at her with a painful shock. She stumbled back against the wall and slumped.

"Listen, sweetheart - " he started.

"Call me sweetheart again, and I'll bitch slap you so hard you'll fly all the way to whatever God-forsaken island you live on," Static growled.

Syndrome grinned. "I expected you to be a challenge."

Static sat up a little more and looked at her enemy quizzically. "You did?"

Syndrome zero-pointed her again. Static moved her eyes in a way to suggest that she was saying, Why the hell did you do that! I didn't even hit you!

"I don't have time to discuss all the details with you now," Syndrome said, shrugging casually. "But you can know this one important thing: it's no longer the Incredibles I'm after. I'm now your nemesis. I'll let you announce that to the general public yourself, since you heroes enjoy your time in the spotlight."

He lifted her high, and then threw her, hard, to the ground. She groaned miserably, but forced herself to stand up. She glared at him icily. "Why me?" she demanded.

He grinned impishly. "I liked your hair color."

Before Static could respond, he ignited his rocket boots and took off into the air. His robot and several police helicopters, all of which were shot down by jets apparently occupied by Syndrome's various lackeys, closely followed him.

Static watched him depart with an air of detachment. When Mr. Incredible came charging up to her, and gasped out, "What just happened?" she just shrugged slightly.

"Seems like an awfully dramatic way to announce he's picked me as his new nemesis," she said casually, and then turned and started to walk off.

Ta-da! Chapter two is completed! I have eight chapters written so far… that will probably have increased by the end of the night, though. So I will be updating rapidly, probably. Like I said in the beginning author's note - READ AND REVIEW!