Chapter 6
Robbie pulled one of his inventions from storage. The device hadn't failed him, only what he had created failed him. Rottenella had been a good dancer but that pink cheerleader had been better. A scowl crossed his face. Rottenella had failed because she had been too stiff. That and she required a large crank in her back, he thought to himself.
"If I create a doll that doesn't need a crank and isn't so stiff, then I could fool everyone into thinking that it was a real person. I would need to create something that was still under my command. But how?" The villain said to the walls of his underground home.
"This is going to be harder than I thought." He muttered. Clapping his hands, a large blackboard descended from the ceiling. Robbie began to doodle and draw out his plan.
Stephanie watched Pixel and Ziggy battle it out on the TV screen. She was supposed to play the winner of the imaginary soccer game but so far she couldn't focus. Her thoughts kept coming back to what Sportacus had said.
"I got up and went on with my life." The nine year old had always seen him as a perfect person without any worries or problems. He loved to be around them and teach them the right things to do. Then a thought occurred to her.
"Oh man! Stephanie it's your turn." Ziggy complained as he broke her train of thought and handed over the game controller. She shook her head and plopped down on the sofa next to Pixel.
The nine year old gave her a sheepish look as he reset the game. Her right eyebrow rose and then she rubbed her eyes.
"What team do you want to be?" Pixel asked.
"Uh, what are my choices again?" Stephanie wondered.
"Pink, blue, green, or yellow." The Gizmo Guy said.
"Pink of course." She smiled for the first time in a while. Of course blue is a good color too, she thought.
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Sportacus was pacing back and forth in his airship. He was beginning to wonder if what he wanted to tell Stephanie was the right thing. The above average hero hated to see her so upset and losing her parents was a horrible situation.
His thoughts wondered back to when he was twelve. He'd been spending the night with some friends when his uncle and aunt came. They had tried to explain what had happened without saying certain words, dead being the biggest one but finally they had told him the truth. At the time, he didn't quite understand what had caused his parents to leave him but he promised himself that he'd live like his parents had, as heroes.
The above average hero's aunt and uncle had encouraged him to do whatever he wanted but he had still chosen to become Sportacus 10 and follow after his father, Sportacus 9. He could remember his mother joining him. They had been a team, not only as a married couple but also as heroes. Sportacus never really understood how his mother helped his superhero father but that didn't matter. She supported her husband and her son.
The good memories made him smile. He could feel his deep-rooted emotions trying to surface but he didn't let them get the better of him. He'd never let his emotions out, as a hero he couldn't let others know what he really felt. Shaking his head and his thoughts away, the above average hero called for the platform and ladder.
To Be Continued...