Chapter 2: Renegade Superhero

11 Years Earlier...

The day I last talked with Mom still rings clear in my head... she seemed really off, well even more than she had been at least. She had suffered the early stages of Dementia for 2 years by then, and when I last had visited her in the nursing home she was living in, she was having an off day. Of course I didn't know then that she's be dead within the week... Anyway. I had told her how school had gone that day and what my plans were for the next following days when Dad had to go inside for a drink. He quickly stepped inside, and then Mom turned to me.

"Gabriel," she suddenly said. I was super surprised when she said something, considering she hadn't been prompted to say anything. "You mustn't tell your Dad that I told you this, but you NEED to find a Dr. Jordan. Tell him exactly 'Marty says it's time'." She then stared at me, and looked back down. I was first of all shocked, but I didn't think anything of it. Dad came back out shortly after, and I just shrugged it off. That was a Thursday... I found out she was going to die the following Sunday: Mother's Day... That following Wednesday she died.

It took me a couple of weeks, but I finally decided that I needed to look into what Mom said, and surely enough I found Dr. Jordan: I guess he's some lawyer whose office is in Centropolis. I decided I needed to pay him a visit.

July 15, 2003

Dr. Jordan's office isn't really that bad, from what I can tell, but at first glance looks pretty plain and unimportant. The front room is small, but it's modern feel and lack of anything but 4 chairs and a front secretary's office makes it quite comfortable. Sitting at the desk was a woman with long black hair and olive colored skin. I could tell she was the only person who ever used the desk due to the personal items she used to adorn the desk. I went up to her, introduced myself as Gabriel, and told her that I was looking for a Dr. Jordan; she seemed really surprised. She, in a hasty manner, spun over to the other side of her desk, pressed a button, and said, "Sir, could you come to the front please?" She then looked at me and told me, "Please go take a seat. He'll be up here as soon as possible." I did as she asked, and soon an elderly man with bright white hair and a black suit walked through the doorway leading to the back area.

"What do you need Tammy?" She just tilted her head towards me, and he looked at me. He followed and jumped when he realized that a teen was sitting in the room. After a second, he said, "Hello young man. Is there anything I could do for you?"

"Well," I started, "I was told to find a Dr. Jordan... and to say something like, 'Marty says it's time'?" His eyes just widened, and turned towards the woman whose name was apparently Tammy. She suddenly realized something that I didn't, and turned to her computer, starting to type something in it. After a minuet or two, he turned his face towards me. "Gabriel Monroe, I presume?" My eyes about popped out of my head, considering I only told the woman my first name.

"Uhhh... yeah? But... how do you know my name?" He didn't respond to me, but instead turned to Tammy. I couldn't see the face he gave her, but obviously it was a sign for her to do something, because after a second or two of looking at each other, Tammy then got up and ran off to some other part of the office. Once she ran off, I was once again the center of attention. "Gabriel, would you follow me? We need to discuss somethings." He then started off to a doorway, and turned around to make sure that I was behind him. I just sat for a moment, concerned over what was about to happen, but decided that if Mom sent me here, then I should trust him.

"Now before we start, I need to ask two questions... Can I trust you to not talk about this outside of here, and does anyone know that you're here?" I just kind of froze for a moment. He then stopped in front of a door at the end of the building, and asked once again, "Can I trust you not to talk about this outside of here and does anyone know you're here? Trust me, if those don't get answered, then you might as just leave." There was a short pause.

"Yeah, I won't talk about this..." I then took a moment, "and the only thing people know it that I'm in Centropolis." He then nodded, and took out a key chain, picking out a large golden key, and then unlocked the door. As it opened up, I saw walls covered with newspaper articles of Supers, loads of filing cabinets, a small desk on one wall, and a single recliner in the center of the room; it felt familiar.

"Please, take a seat." He then shut the door, and went over to his desk. "Your mother brought you here, years ago. You were a very sickly kid then, but still so full of energy." He sighed, and then went to one of the filing cabinets. "Where is your mother? You weren't scheduled to come back until you turned 18... If I'm correct, you should only be 16."

"She died... about 3 months ago." He just looked at me for a second, and then turned back to the filing cabinet, opening the top drawer. He then pulled out a thick folder, and brought it to his desk. "Well... I'm sorry to hear about your loss." It then went silent for a while, as he looked through the papers, contemplating something. "Well, I think it's time we really started talking. I, contrary to your belief, am not Dr. Jordan... In fact, I'm not even a Doctor. I am actually an old Super of the Golden Years." This was obviously shocking, and so I just sat there in surprise. He just lowered his head, and while reading the paper started talk.

"Over the years, I have worked for Supers, both new and old, and have used my powers for many different things. At first your mother seemed like a random client of mine, but then I learned that she was no Super..." He then looked up at me. "It turned out that a little baby that she had recently started raising, who belonged to her own daughter, was." I just sat there for a while, surprised. I was a Super? That couldn't be, right?

"The ban had still been in place at this time, and she feared that your sickness would make it harder to conceal your powers compared to an average child, and so she sought out and found me... with the help of the NSA. I had hidden in secret for many years by now, starting up and running a successful law office, sometimes helping out with random Super situations. You see, back in the Golden Years, a time your mother remembered well when she came to me, I had been known as Hypno." I just sat there for a short period, thinking about all of this information.

"Your mother wanted the best for you, and so she asked that I 'cover up' the part of you that controlled you powers... of course I did put in a fail safe. If I say the right word right now, you'll be able to use your powers, but only for a little while." I just looked at him, with a questioning look. "I will of course not say that word right now, but I will use it later, to help you learn to control your powers."

"Wait," I started, "you keep talking about me having powers... but what powers do I have?" He just looked at me and smiled. "Well, to your mother and I's knowledge, you can fly, turn invisible, and change your eye and hair color; you can see now how hard it would have been to both raise you and keep your powers secret." He grinned at the last part, as I'm sure he thought of similar instances of me flying a way or turning invisible as a little kid, not to mention my eye and hair color changing suddenly during school with no explanation.

"Of course, it'll require a lot of work on your part, and if possible I'd like to see you once a week until school starts up again. Is that possible?" I just nodded my head. I didn't know how, but I knew that I should at least be able to use my powers, even if it was to just protect myself...

April 8, 2004

It's been a long year... I started training with Dr. Jordan almost a year ago, and since then I've gotten a pretty good hold on my powers... and I've even started "Dying" my hair. On month I'll have black hair, another light brown, and another a darker brown. I once tried blonde, but that just didn't look very good on me. Of course I can't really change my eye colors like my hair, but it's still a fun power to play with. Then there's my invisibility and flight. I don't use my invisibility much, but my flight is a different story.

I really like flying. I often fly from school to home, except when it rains, then I drive. Actually, my flying is the only time I turn in invisible, and that's due to the fact that I need to safely land and go up without people realizing I have super powers... I don't worry too much about when I'm up in the air though... I'm so high up, even binoculars can't tell what I am.

I'm actually flying right now. It's one of the first times since fall that I've been able to fly, and I'm taking my chance to actually fly. It's both stress relieving and super fun. It's also nice that the air is rarely used. I've actually only really had problems with a few birds. Actually, you can see super far through the sky, like how a flock is coming my way... wait. Those are moving way to..

I'm suddenly thrown back as I hear, "Coming through!" I suddenly notice another person flying... straight at me. It last a moment, and then said person flies past me; all I see is a blur. Then I hear, "Renegade Super! Stop running... we will get you!" Suddenly I'm surrounded by helicopters, which I recognize as the NSA's, and I see one open its doors; Dr. Jordan is looking at me with a semi-shocked, semi-worried face.

Author's Notes – Yup, no longer the first chapter. I actually didn't have to change to much to make this chapter fit into the new story flow, which is definitely good. I hope that this makes even more sense to those who read this before the update (May 22nd).

As far as story goes, I plan to bring in some Canon characters, but probably not how you think I will. Nest chapter will see one, but then we'll go for about 4 chapters until another Canon shows. Also, I see this happening about 20 years after the original Incredibles movie. This would then make the ban be from about 1970 to 1985-ish. I think that that's a fair estimate for everything.

Also, favorite, review, and/or follow if you enjoy the story. I currently have ideas through the first 15 chapters, but I'm always going to be open to suggestions. If I feel like it'll make since for the story, I'll try to add it. Oh, and I'll try to use my profile to keep readers updated between chapters posting.