Chapter 2: Pigmentavian

April 8, 2004

"Gabriel!? What are you doing?!" Dr. Jordan yelled, trying to break through the sound of the helicopter's propellers. It was all very hectic, as well as confusing. "Never mind that... for now! Get in before you get hurt!" I then, very carefully, flew into the helicopter. Once I did so, the helicopters all started for Centropolis.

"Dr. Jordan... what's going on?" He just looked at me, and said, "You may be in trouble." No one spoke for the rest of the flight. Once we had landed, Dr. Jordan started to leave the helicopter, and motioned for me to go with him. We were on top of a skyscraper, and so I really didn't have anywhere else to go without flying. After walking through a maze of hallways, we entered a large office, which I could tell was near the top of the skyscraper. The office was fairly plain, with a large glass desk at it's center; a younger, black haired man sat at it... I could tell he had high authority.

"So this is the famous Gabriel Monroe I've heard so much about." He then directed for Dr. Jordan and I to sit at one of the two seats in front of his desk. "I understand you've recently started using your powers?" I just nodded. "Very well... according to the videos I've seen of you, you're getting quite well at flying at least." I just sat there shocked for moment. "Wait..." I started, "What videos?" He just gave a small smirk, and pressed a button, which caused black window blinds to lower, creating a totally black room. Suddenly videos started to play on the canvas they created, all of which showcased me flying.

"Ever since your first meeting with Dr. Jordan here, we've been slowly watching you and collecting intel on you." I just looked at Dr. Jordan, who had a guilty look on his face; he wouldn't face me. "If you haven't figured, we're part of the NSA, or National Supers Association. It's our job to watch over those who have powers, including you. We were kind of disappointed that Dr. Jordan never told us about you, but he made up for it by having his secretary, Tammy if I'm correct, phone us when he realized who you were." I quickly looked back at Dr. Jordan, but he was still looking away from me.

"We hope you realize that we cannot make you do anything, nor can we threaten you, but we're asking you to consider Super duty... as we suspect you're doing that already."

"Wait... me doing Super duty!? Hasn't Dr. Jordan told you I have NO interest in being a Super, at all? And why would you suspect me of doing anything Super related? Sure I like to fly around when I can, but that's all I really do." This is when the man in front of me changed from the charismatic man he was before to a different person. As the videos continued to run, he stood up from his desk and hunched over was a glare. Even hunched, he was tall.

"We KNOW what you've been doing. The Renegade Super who has been running around Centropolis has shown to have the ability of flight like you; considering you're one of the only non-registered Supers who can fly, it HAS to be you." I then looked towards Dr. Jordan, hoping that he'd defend me. He just looked at me, with a look that just told me that he thought I was this 'Renegade Super'.

"We do have an offer though. You probably know how preforming Super duties while not registered is illegal and fine-able, but you can avoid said fine IF you decide to go into the Supers Program as a Sidekick... you'll even get paid a little. Of course your dad would have to OK this, as you are still a minor legally." I can't believe I hearing this... either I'm going to be fined for doing something I'm not, or I'll be forced to be a Super. Of course, there was a logical choice, just as the man on the other side of the desk knew. After a few minuets of just us glaring at each other, I finally said, "Fine, I'll become a sidekick." He then put his hand out; I did the same. As I shock his hand, I knew I had just sealed my fate.

"Gabriel..." Dr. Jordan started, "I'm sorry about deceiving you... but you must realize I had to, or I'd be in big trouble." I just looked at him, a little hurt. "I also understand that you probably don't feel like anyone is there for you right now... but do know I AM, even after this. You know how to get a hold of me if you want to." He then walked out of the room, as the black window blinds went up. The man then started. "You know... we'll need to get you a costume that fits you... and that doesn't have a cape; those have been banned for years now. That other costume you've used will just have to go to waste." I almost, almost, told him that I didn't even have a costume right now, but I didn't feel like getting into a worse situation; I still had to tell Dad that I had powers.

"Now you have til tomorrow at 0900 hours to get ready to depart for Metroville; we're going to go to an expert for your new costume." I almost protested that too, as I had an important test tomorrow, but I decided against doing that, just like before...

April 9, 2004

It was about 8:30, and I was dressed up to impress; the man had been kind enough to tell me that the person we were going to see would never leave it alone if you wore something she didn't agree with. He had also said that he'd send people over to explain to Dad the whole situation... but to bide the time I just told him I had a choir trip later today, and that we were meeting at a non-school related place and so I didn't have to be at school when it started; he believed me. Then came the knock at the front door, and I knew it was time... thank god that I had gotten Dad to put on a shirt.

"Why hello Gabriel," Said the man from yesterday, "May we come in?" Obviously I had to let them in, so I unlocked the screen, why yelling, "Dad, there are people here to talk to you!" I then lead them into the living room, where Dad was watching the news; he was quite surprised to see a ton of Secret Agents in the living room.

"Well, I have to be going! Bye!" I heard Dad yelling back at me, asking what was going on, but I didn't want to be the one who told him what WAS going on. I quickly walked outside to the Limo that was pulled into the driveway. Dr. Jordan was there as well, so we said friendly hellos and left it at that. I was still upset by him, and he knew it. To think that I at one point trusted him. We were soon back in Centropolis, in which we got on a privet jet and zoomed of towards California.

August 12, 2003

"Dr. Jordan!" I yelled, with fear in my voice, as I entered his office area. Tammy looked up at me and almost fell over when she saw who I was; I couldn't blame her... I did have a high, squeaky girl's voice after all. Soon Dr. Jordan ran into the front, and I'm surprised he didn't fall over when he saw me. "Gabriel! Why do you sound like that? Have you been sucking Helium or something?" I just looked at him with a 'yeah right' face. He just thought for a moment, before saying, "I guess it's possible that voice manipulation is one of your powers... especially considering the fact that you can change your hair and eye color..." I just started panicking, thinking about how school was in less than a week.

"What am I going to do! I have school soon, and I can't sound like this!" Dr. Jordan just thought for a moment. "Well, let's think... your voice is controlled by your voice box... think about changing pitch and then say something." I then focused on my throat for a moment, and then, "What about now?" I then registered what I heard as Dr. Jordan and Tammy looked at me. "Wait... did that really work?! YES!".

April 9, 2004

I woke up and looked outside the limo we had boarded at Metroville's Airport. As if wanting to prove even more that we were actually in Metroville, I even saw the iconic Metro-spire, a large, futurist tower that go thinner as it got higher. I then looked around the limo: Dr. Jordan was looking out the window next to him, while the NSA man just kept watching me... it kind of creeped me out. We then rode for about 15 more minuets or so. By now were were in the suburbs, and the limo had stopped. After a minuet or so, the limo started driving, and I noticed that we had just ridden through a large gate. Soon we were stopped once again, and I was exiting the limo to see a large, modern house; I then saw the person we were meeting, a short, black haired woman.

"Why hello! It's so nice to have you guys here. And Hypno... I haven't seen you in years darling!" She then faced towards me. "Ah, so this is the young new super I will be designing a costume for! Come, Come! We shall go inside and talk!" As we walked in, I noticed it was just the NSA man, Dr. Jordan, and I... no agents followed us. As we entered her house, we were greeted by a large, modern central room with a beautiful view of the city in the foot hills. "Now, tell me about yourself darling! What powers do you have? What is your Super name? I MUST know in order to create the perfect suit for you!" I just sat for a moment, and then started talking...

"Well, I can fly, turn invisible, change my eye color, change my hair color, and change my voice to any voice I want." She just sat for a moment, jotting in a notebook that had been on a small side table beside her chair. After a moment, just looked up. "And what is your name darling?" I just thought for a moment. "I don't have one... yet." She just looked up at me in shock, but then just shrugged. "Oh... then I'll come up with one for you!" She then went back to her sketchbook. After a short period of time, most of which I spent looking out of the window, she cleared her throat, making it clear she wanted everyone to look at her.

"Okay everyone! I have come up with another masterpiece! Come here young man... I shall show you!" I walked over to her, and dropped my jaw. In front of me was a drawing that showcased a mostly plain suite, with a shield-like frame in the center, which I amused would have the letter that my Super name started with once I had a name. It also showcased a sleek, modern glasses design. She then started, "I'm seeing blue, with Silver detailing! Along those lines will be Silver gloves and boots, along with the glasses!" I just stared at it, thinking of me being in it soon...

April 12, 2004

A couple of days had passed, and we were back at Edna Mode's house (I had found out her name on the trip back from Metroville). She led me, and only me, to a hallway in her house, and went through a series of identity checkers right outside of this one door; the scariest part was when a gun was facing directly at me, but she quickly made it clear that I was allowed. We then walked into her special suit-making room.

"Now darling... first there's the practicality with this suit. You'll notice it'll turn invisible as you do. It's also very flexible and breathable. Then there are the glasses... while also helping you get perfect 20/20 vision, it also acts as a mirror system after pressing the right button, and actives roller skates on your boots with the left button. I know you fly, but I think the roller skates will be very helpful when you can't fly..." She then looked at me. "Don't you love it darling?" I just just stared at her with my jaw slightly dropping. There was one thing though...

"What does the P stand for though?" She just looked at me for a moment and then laughed. "Your Super name, silly! After think about it, I decided that the perfect name for you is 'Pigmentavian'! Doesn't just speak your powers?" I thought about it for a moment, and looked at her. "Thank you." She just grinned, and soon we were back with the NSA man and Dr. Jordan; Dr. Jordan looked proud of me, as I had just slipped into the new suit. The NSA man then got a call.

"Hello? …. yes, of course... really? … well then... fine, bye." He then looked at me. "You are now confirmed to not be this, 'Renegade Super'."

Author's Notes – Hello. I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3 of The New Age of Supers. I really enjoyed having Edna Mode in this chapter, and trust me... we'll see her again later. I hope that this didn't seem too choppy. I tried to convey that Dr. Jordan and Gabriel had formed a close connection, and I hoped the scene where Gabriel learned to control his voice changing ability helped show their connection.

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