Okay, and now the story takes a darker tone, WARNING THIS CHPTER CONTAINS CARACTER DEATH. I'm going to upgrade it to a T (I don't believe that death is M theme.) But if you don't like seeing the good guys killed don't read this. That's all I have to say really.

The pickup rumbled down The Avenue on it's way to Wharfedale RUFC. It was a fine winter day, not to cold with clear skies for miles. Inside the two families road, James and Dash both carrying bags, Dash having announced he wanted to learn how to play that morning.

The road was congested and clogged with the cars of the players and families of 25 teams, 15 from the home club and 10 away teams. In Wharfedale Rugby isn't just a sport it is The Sport.

Luckily Freds place as fixture sectary guaranteed him a parking sport outside the club house. The ground had recently been revamped and now contained seating for one side of the pitch and covered terraces for the rest. Despite it's locations small size Wharfedale was a large club, currently lying 7th in National League two.

Dan imminently leapt out of the car and ran off to the changing rooms, his grudge game against Harrogate only an hour away, meanwhile Fred lead Dash over to the second team pitch where the under 11's where training. Dash was wearing a pair of Dan's old boots a size to big for him and Dan's old kit, long outgrown. Fred called to the coach standing in the middle directing the boys in a practice game.

"Oi, Dave, do you mind if my lad joins you." The man jogged over, smiling at Dash.

"Course not mate, has he played before?"

"No but he's keen, and Dans taught him the rules. He's quick, a real winger."

"I'll give him a go. What's your name Young man?" This time he addressed Dash personally.

"Dash."

"Okay, you come with me, I'll introduce you to the lads." He jogged back to wards the game and smiled at the group of 9 and 10 year olds lads. "Right guys, gather round." The boys clustered round, "This is dash, okay, He's going to be laying with us for a while. He hasn't played for a while so go easy on him. Dash, this is…"He then reeled off a long list of names and nicknames that Dash couldn't hope to remember. "Right Dash, your on the yellow team so get a bib on. You know about passing backwards and all don't you."

"Yes."

"Okay off you go." Dash sped off, careful not to go to fast, and grabbed a yellow bib before returning to the game. The opposition had the ball and there captain, a small, tough looking lad with a shock of red hair, tapped it against his foot and passed the ball out.

Dash tried to find his place in the line of defenders, finding it hard to move as one as they did. They seemed to be perfectly synchronised as they moved up and he lagged behind. Caught off guard. A large burly blues player with a scrum cap on spotted the gap and ran directly towards it, directly at Dash. Dash yelled as he saw the boy come running towards him. He was twice Dash's size and had a expression of determination of intent on his face. Dash gulped. He tried to dredge up the advice Dan had given him on tackling, go for the legs and hold on had been the gist. By this time the boy was upon him. Dash closed his eyes and stepped forwards with his back bent hitting the boy at knee height. He tried to hold on as Dan had told him, but the boy just ignored his tackle and ran over him, leaving him hunched in the grass. His tackle had been a complete failure.

He shook his head and opened his eyes, looking around to see what happened. The boy had carried on running and scored, diving over the line. "bad luck mate," someone said behind him, "Not many could have stopped Smudger, not on there first attempt." It was opposition's captain, the red haired boy that had tapped off. He reached out and had and pulled Dash up.

"Thanks."

"No problem, I'm Chris by the way." The boy retreated back into his own half with his teamates-formed in a line like Dash's team had done earlier. The rest of Dash's team had arrived and formed a staggered line. The coach blew his whistle again and they where off. Dash wasn't caught off guard this time as the line moved forwards, the ball flicking from had to hand till….

Suddenly he had it, surprised he looked up to see his read haired friend baring down on him, preparing tackle. Acting on instinct as much as anything Dash sidestepped inside leaving the boy sprawled in the dust. Looking up Dash saw the line ahead, and the opposition bearing down on him. He sprinted, not his quickest obviously but quick enough to avoid his enemies.

Before long he reached the try line and touched the ball down, looking behind him to see that he'd left his opponents half a pitch behind. His team ran up and began to slap him on the back and cheer, despite this being a friendly between two teams on the same side they wanted to win. He could hear the opposition cursing him, "Christ he's fast."

He was starting to enjoy this.

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The two teams ran out to the sound of cheering from all four corners of the ground. Hundreds of people had turned up to watch the Under 15's Yorkshire Cup champions, Wharfedale, play there arch rivals Harrogate. The greens wore there green and white hoped shirts with pride, one or two kissing the badge as they ran out. In contrast the Harrogate lads looked stony faced and committed, there Red, Black and Orange shirts matching there faces.

The two teams went into huddles as the captains exchanged pleasantries and then the sound of chanting filled the air as the teams psyched themselves up. This would be a no-holds barred clash, neither side feeling any love for the other.

The kick off was high and ling from the Harrogate kicker and Dan, with the aid of his powers took it comfortably and beat the first tackle before being hammered to he ground by three Harrogate players, Dash grimaced as he heard the smack of ground on boy but sure enough the boy got up straight afterwards, muddy and limping but fine.

"Is that league?" Helen asked Fred from the touchlines,

"Yes." Cam the reply, Followed by a cry of "GO ON LAD!" As a Wharfedale player broke free of an opposition tackle and made 10 meters. Dash was loving it, he was still dressed in his Wharfedale kit, he was covered in mud and his right knee was bleeding but he now loved the sport. It was the greatest thing he had ever played, he'd scored 5 tries and now stood and watched as his cousin took on his arch rivals.

On the pitch things where going well for Dale, the Greens where encamped on the oppositions 5 meter line, relentlessly battering away at the Gate defence, but the Harrogate players would not be beaten easily and where tackling like maniacs, driving the greens back. It was then Dale decided to try a different technique, they passed through the backs, the ball spinning between fingertips like a ball of lighting, Dan, out on the wing caught the ball at a sprint and stepped inside his opposite number, handed off there inside centre and charged forward, leaving the two Harrogate defenders in his wake. With only the fullback to beat he ran straight and hard hitting the boy full on, his momentum carrying himself over the try line. He was imminently hauled to his feet by braying teamates and hit on the back.

It was then that the noise came, not just any noise either but the sound of jet engines. Everyone looked up to see a large black plane hovering over the centre of the pitch, it slowly landed, nearly crushing the referee. Soldiers ran out, grey armoured and black visored, each holding a gun.

Bob didn't like the look of this, he turned to Dash, "Dash, run home, get the Super Suits. There in my case, where are yours Fred."

"Our wardrobes."

"Get them." Dash nodded and ran off, unnoticed by the crowd who where staring at the plane with awe. Meanwhile a small capsule had appeared in the top of the craft containing a loudspeaker a voice crackled and spat at the crowd.

"People of Wharfedale. I am the Hunter. Do not be afraid for I am not here to harm you, or at least most of you. I do not hunt you, but I hunt Supers."

"Supers are a plague to this planet, a dangerous genetic mutation that must be contained and cleansed. I am here to do that. Among you stand 8 of them. You can do not see them, and most likely you do not know who they are. I am here to tell you that and terminate them." Dan felt his blood chill as he heard the tinny voice from the speaker. Terminate them? Cleanse? Those soldiers….He thought about it, the voice had said 8 Supers, that missed out one, he hoped so. They must have sent dash to get their suits…

"First among these supers is a boy that was playing among the fine young men over there. He is the boy that just scored that try." The other players looked towards Dan scared, a little circle appeared around him. Dan tried to bluff his way out

"I'm no Super!" He yelled, the voice laughed at him.

"IF your no super I am the prince of Egypt! Very well though, if your no super then I'll order my men to shoot you, if you are Hex, as I think you are then you'll stop the bullets, if you aren't then you'll die, but die uncorrupted." The soldiers advanced on Dan and the ever widening circle around him. He waited, hoping something-anything, would happen to distract the attackers.

Nothing did, the soldiers opened fire, hundred of bullets spitting out towards Dan, he had to stop them had to. He raised one hand and his eyes glowed white as he felt the bullets, pushing them back with every ounce of energy he had, they hung in midair, hundreds of tiny darts with more joining them every minutes, just hanging there. "Cease fire the voice from the Loudspeaker ordered.

Dan collapsed exhausted from the effort of stopping all those bullets, the bullets dropping with him, he was unconscious before he hit the floor. The voice from the loudspeaker spoke again. "See, a Super. A piece of mutated rubbish, he may lie but I found him out. Now, Finish him."

Dash had found the suits and was running back as fast as his legs would carry him.

The soldiers walked forwards, one drew a pistol and pointed it at Dans head…

Dash reached the road that lead to Grassington, which way?

Someone had to do something, but no one moved as the boy breathed his final breaths, then Bob Parr, AKA Mr Incredible ran out from the crowd, vaulting the barrier and stood the middle of the field roaring at the plane, "Don't kill him, kill me! He's just a kid, you're an evil kenving little piece of…"

Dash reached The Avenue…

Bob didn't get to finish his sentence as the loudspeaker responded, "Ah, yes, Mr Incredible, also known as Bob Parr, so nice to meet you at last. I am afraid that our first meeting will have to be our last though. If you disagree with me killing your nephew then I will have to kill you. Open fire." The soldiers hastened to respond fingers of triggers…

Dash turned the last corner to hear the crackle of gunfire he looked over and…

Mr Incredible watched as the soldiers guns pointed at him, and the men squeezed there triggers, something had to come up something always came up. At the last moment he realised that nothing was going to intervene and diver to his right…

Saw his farther diving to his right, as grey armoured soldiers opened fire…

Too late. Bob winced as he felt the bullets first enter just below his heart, blood pooling over his white shirt. More pullets ripped at his belly and legs, shattering bones, ripping vital organs.

Saw his farther being forced back from the force of the bullets, red blossoming from his chest and legs. The man hit the ground with a thump. Dash screamed and ra n towards his farther, as did the other members of the family. He saw Dan lying prone on the ground…

Bob Parr was dying, he knew that through fading eyes and ears he heard the loudspeaker proclaim it's victory and the men march inside. "That's enough for today." It said, "But I'll be back, Incredibles, next time I want a real fight. This was just warning." Bob Parr watched as the plane took off and Helen cradled his head. He tried to speak and couldn't.

Bob Parr Died.

Don't say I didn't warn you. Now you've met my villain though R&R.