Disclaimer: I do not, and probably never will own the Disney/Pixar movie The Incredibles. Le sigh. But I DO own the character I've invented for this fic, so if you take him, THE RABBITS WILL GET YOU!!!! These are NOT polite suggestions. The life you save may be your own. This has been a public service anouncment by Tigris.
It was another typical night at the home of the Parrs, also known as the Incredibles. The sounds of utter chaos inside the house could be heard as far away as the insurance company, Robert Parr's former place of employment. The only thing that made this particular night different from any other was the sound of intense sobbing mixed in with the shouts, crashes, and explosions.
"BOB!!! HELP!!! JACK-JACK SET HIS HIGHCHAIR ON FIRE AGAIN!!!" Helen Parr shouted to her husband as she struggled to douse her son Jack-Jack, who had burst into flames again, and put out the fire that was engulfing his highchair.
"JUST A SECOND HONEY!!!" Bob called as he desperately tried to catch his son Dash, who was running crazily around the house.
"HAHA!! Can't catch me!!!" Dash taunted as he ran with his super-speed toward his sister Violet's room. He was abruptly stopped by a force field that had blocked off the entrance to the room.
"OW!!" Dash cried as he was knocked backwards. "No force fields!!!" A sobbing Violet appeared behind the force field, holding a phone in one hand.
"Go away!! Leave me alone!!!" she cried at him as she slammed the door, dropping the force field. Suddenly there was an explosion from the kitchen, and Helen called to her husband again.
"BOB!!! I NEED HELP!!!"Jack-Jack was giggling hysterically as smoke billowed out of the doorway. Bob lifted a squirming Dash up so that he was face-level with him.
"Now Dash, I have to go help your mother with Jack-Jack. I want you to do your homework, OK?" he asked as Dash continued to try and wriggle out of his grasp. Dash frowned and crossed his arms.
"OK...." he grumbled. Bob set him down and ruffled his hair.
" 'Atta boy," he said, then hurried into the kitchen to help Helen. Meanwhile, Violet was lying face down on her bed, sobbing and trying to smother herself with her pillow. The phone was off the hook, and a dial tone could be heard from the reciever. Then came the words "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up, then dial your operator." She slammed the phone back down on the hook, gave a sniffle, and the tears began anew. Violet continued crying. When she glanced up at the clock it was eight-thirty, though it had been seven when she received the phone call.
The call had come from Tony Rydinger, Violet's boyfriend. Violet had been expecting a nice chat, but instead heard the dreaded words:
"Violet.....I think we should start seeing other people......."
Yes, she had been dumped. She and Tony hadn't even been going out for four months.
"It's so unfair!!" she cried as she shoved her face back into the pillow. She heard the door behind her creak open, and felt her mother sit down on the end of the bed. Violet pretended she hadn't heard her mother come in, and kept her face in the pillow. Helen put a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"What's wrong, Vi?" Helen asked gently.
"tony dumped me....." Violet mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"What?" her mother asked as she put a hand to her ear.
"Tony dumped me...." Violet repeated, a little louder this time.
"TONY DUMPED ME!!!!!" Violet shouted as she whipped around and hugged her mom, crying into her shoulder. Helen hugged her daughter, giving her as much comfort as she could.
"I'm sorry, Vi....." she began, but was cut off by a sudden rustling outside the window. Soon after, there was a crash. Both Violet and Helen went to the window to investigate. Easing the widow opened, Helen stretched her neck to look out the window, but there was no movement to be found in the darkness. "Hm. Strange......" Helen mused as she closed the window.
Of course, had Violet or Helen looked straight down, they would have seen a stranger lying below the window, clutching their chest in agony.
"I'll be back later everyone!" Bob called as he threw his coat on over his supersuit and started out the door. His friend Lucius, also known as Frozone, waited impatiently outside the door.
"Where are you going, Bob?" Helen called, hurrying up to her husband.
"There's a fire. Lucius and I are going to put it out. There might be people inside the building that need rescuing too," Bob replied as he stepped out the door.
"I'll go with you," Helen said as she hurried to get her supersuit on. Bob put a hand on her shoulder and turned her around.
"Honey, it's just a fire. Lucius and I can handle it," he said nonchalantly as he gave her a quick kiss. "We'll be back soon." And with that, he shut the door, and took off with Lucius towards downtown.
While they were driving to the fire, Bob turned to Lucius. "You're nice and hydrated, right?" he asked.
"Yeah. Why?" Lucius asked, his eyes on the road.
"I still haven't forgotten what happened last time we went to put out a fire. You were de-hydrated and couldn't freeze the fire, and I had to bust a hole through the wall for us to get out, and the building collapsed," Bob explained as Lucius drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change green.
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I've got everything under control this time," Lucius assured him as they came to a stop in an empty alley. Pulling off their jackets and stepping out of the car, they went the rest of the way to the fire on foot.
As they rounded the corner, even the experienced supers were amazed at the blaze that met their eyes. It was a fairly-sized building, not a skyscraper, but not too small either, and it was completely engulfed in flames. A huge tower of smoke filled the sky above the burning structure, as huge tounges of flame licked the building, and sparks shot from the windows.
"How the heck did they manage to start such a huge fire?!" Bob exclaimed as he surveyed the amazing sight.
"Frozone!! Mr. Incredible!! Thank God you're here!!!" a police officer yelled as he came running up to them. "There's somebody trapped inside there!!!"
"Inside THAT?!?!" Frozone shouted, pointing at the building, which was being quickly reduced to ashes.
"We've got to get them out of there!!!" Mr. Incredible shouted. "Come on!!!" And with that, he ran into the flaming building. Frozone followed close behind him, freezing the flames at the entrance to get inside.
The interior of the building was even worse than the outside. Holes were burned into the walls, sections of the roof were collapsing, a thick layer of smoke filled the air, and EVERYTHING was burning. As Mr. Incredible and Frozone tried to navigate through the building, the walls started collapsing around them. Coughing, they ran up a flight of stairs.
"This place is collapsing!! We have to find that person and get them out before the whole building goes down!!" Mr. Incredible called to Frozone as they continued searching the building.
The search went on for ten more minutes, and they had searched just about the entire building. Just as they reached the conclusion that the person must have escaped the building unharmed, they heard someone coughing and stumbling through the room.
"Hey, is anybody in here?!" Frozone called. He was answered with more coughing, and a thud as the unseen person fell over. Using his powers, Frozone quickly put out the flames surrounding the person. Running over to them with Mr. Incredible, he stopped and looked the person over. It appeared to be a young boy, around Violet's age actually. He was curled into a tight ball on the floor, hacking himself into a fit, and covered in dust, ash, and rubble. Scooping the boy up in one arm, Mr. Incredible smashed a hole through the wall, and ran out of the collapsing building, closely followed by Frozone.
"I'm sorry!!" the boy shouted as soon as they were a safe distance away from the building. Frozone and Mr. Incredible stared down at him, confused. Before they could even open their mouths to inquire about his strange behavior, he had started shouting again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! It was an accident!!! Don't turn me over to the cops!!"
"What are you talking about?" Mr. Incredible asked, a blank stare on his face as he set the boy down on the sidewalk.
"Oh, uh......nothing......" the boy mumbled as he shoved his hands in his pockets and ground his toe into the pavement. There was an awkward moment's silence. "So, uh......listen.....I really don't have anywhere to stay. Could I, maybe.........go with you somewhere?" he asked hesitantly.
"Are you saying you have nowhere else to go?" Mr. Incredible asked. The boy nodded. "Frozone, do you know somebody who could take him?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. I think Robert Parr might be up to it," Frozone said with a sadictic smile. Mr. Incredible suddenly started coughing.
"Um....isn't there anyone else?!" Mr. Incredible asked desperately. Frozone shook his head, the evil smile still planted on his face.
"Besides, he's already got three kids. What's one more?"
"What's one more?!?! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S ONE MORE!!!!" Mr. Incredible shouted, waving his arms wildly. The two superheroes went into a large bout of fighting and arguing. It went on for several minutes, before the boy cleared his throat loudly.
"So....can I crash at this Parr guy's place for a few days?" he asked, his voice taking on an impatient tone. Frozone and Mr. Incredible stopped fighting just long enough to answer.
"Yeah, it'll be fine with him. I'll take you there kid," Frozone said. He then turned to Mr. Incredible. "I've got this covered. Maybe you should get. on. home. dude," he said, putting emphasis on the phrase "get on home". Mr. Incredible nodded, and took off in the direction of his house. After Mr. Incredible had disappeared into the distance, Frozone took the boy back to his car.
"You drive a car? Couldn't you just use your powers to get here?" the boy asked as he spotted the car.
"Well yeah. Just because you have super powers doesn't mean you can't do normal stuff too," Frozone answered as he got into the car. The boy quickly got into the car too. As Frozone started up the car, the boy seemed to be considering what he'd said.
"I guess you're right....." he said quietly.
" 'Course I'm right," he said with a grin as he turned the radio on. Revving the engine, he backed out of the alley and sped off down the road, hoping Bob got to his house before they did.
"HONEY!!! KIDS!!!!" Bob shouted as he ran in the door. Immeadiately, Dash was at the door.
"So what happened Dad?! Was there someone in there?! Huh, huh, huh?!?! Did you fight a bad guy?! Why couldn't I come?!?!?!" Dash inquired, zooming around his father in little circles.
"HONEY!! VIOLET!!!" Bob called again. After a moment, Helen appeared in the room, followed reluctantly by Violet.
"What is it Bob?" Helen asked as her husband hurried past her to change his clothes.
"There was somebody in the building," Bob's voice said from the other room. "And he has nowhere to stay, so Lucius told him he could come here!!"
"WHAT?!?!" Helen, Violet, and Dash shouted in unison. Suddenly, there was a huge explosion of sound as they started to complain.
"Dad, how could you just let some random guy stay at our house?!" Violet wailed as her father came back in normal clothes.
"Bob, how are we going to make room for him, there's barely enough space for us!!!" Helen screeched at her husband.
"He's not staying in my room!!!" Dash shouted, zooming around the room angrily.
"Well, he's not staying in mine!!" Violet shouted. The chaos continued, when a knock came from the door. Everyone immeadiately fell silent, and Bob opened the door to reveal Lucius, still in his supersuit, with the boy from the fire. A small, almost silent gasp came from Violet.
Despite being dirty and covered with ashes and debris, the boy was, well, handsome. He had the most striking green eyes, and shiny black hair. Violet's eyes were wide as she continued taking in his appearance. He was tall and lean, nicely muscled, but not huge like her dad. He was wearing a leather jacket over a black shirt, and his pants were baggy black jeans. He had a pair of black boots with a lot of spikes and buckles on them for footwear, and he was wearing black, fingerless gloves.
"On second thought, he can stay in my room," Violet said quietly from behind her father.
"Who's this, Frozone?" Bob asked, pretending he'd never seen the boy before.
"Well, I pulled him out of that big fire downton, and since he doesn't have anywhere else to stay, I thought it'd be all right if he stayed with you," Frozone "explained" to Bob. Bob nodded, pretending to consider it for a minute while his family watched.
"I guess he could stay with us for a few days...." Bob said hesitantly.
"Cool! I'll just be going now then!" Frozone said as he gently pushed the boy through the doorway. "Bye!" And with that, he shut the door behind him, and just moments later they heard his car zoom out of the driveway. There was an awkward silence as the Parr family stared at the boy, who was nervously digging his toe into the carpet.
"So............." Helen began, fishing for conversation.
"So, who're you?! What's your name?!?!" Dash asked excitedly bouncing up and down, since he couldn't use his super powers.
"Michael," the boy replied, keeping his gaze away from the faces of the Parrs.
"Why don't you have anywhere else to go? Are you an orphan?" Helen asked gently, now that Dash had broken the ice a bit.
"I don't like to talk about it," Michael replied, and refused to say anything further. There was some more silence, then Bob clapped his hands.
"Well then, it's time for you kids to go to bed," he said to Violet and Dash.
"AW!!! Come on!! I want to talk to Michael some more!!!!" Dash complained in a loud, whining voice. Violet just blushed and kept her eyes away from Michael.
"You heard your father. Bed," Helen said, pushing Dash out of the room.
"You too young lady," Bob said to Violet. "Bed-time." Violet cast one last look at Michael, and reluctantly trudged out of the room, leaving Michael alone with Bob.
"So, are the rest of your family supers, too?" Michael asked after a moment. Bob immeadiately whipped around to face him.
"What are you talking about?!" he demanded.
"Oh come on. A little black mask around your eyes is NOT going to your identity, Mr. Incredible," Micahel said, a condescending smirk on his face. Bob slammed him against a wall, but still the smirk didn't leave his face. Bob towered over him, his face a mask of both rage and fear.
"Listen, if you tell ANYONE-" Bob began, but Michael held up a hand and cut him off.
"Relax, I'm not going to tell anyone. I don't have any problem with you or your family," he said. Bob narrowed his eyes at him, not willing to believe him.
"How do I know I can trust you?" he asked suspiciously.
"You can't know. You just have to take my word for it." Bob stopped for a second, realizing he was right. But he still had one thing to say.
"If you tell anyone, I'll snap you like a twig. I will hunt you down like a dog," he growled. Michael rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. So, are you going to answer my quesiton?" Michael replied. Bob just walked away, grumbling. "So I'll take that as a yes!" Michael called after him.
"What was the noise about?" Helen asked as she entered the room. Micahel shrugged.
"Oh, nothing. I was just talking to your husband," he said innocently. "So, can you tell me where I'm going to sleep?"
"Well, the couch is too small. I guess the only thing we could do is put you in Jack-Jack's room," Helen told him.
"Is Jack-Jack the blonde-haired one?" Michael asked. Helen shook her head.
"No, that's Dash. Jack-Jack's the youngest one in the family," Helen explained.
"Oh. Then who was-" Michael began, but he was cut off by a sneeze from the corner of the room.
"VIOLET!!!" Helen shouted as her daughter became visible. Michael whistled, but pretended he hadn't seen her show up out of thin air.
"I'm in trouble, aren't I?" Violet asked her mother.
"You bet you are!! Didn't your father and I tell you to go to bed?!" Helen scolded her daughter.
"But I didn't even get to talk to him!!" Violet protested, pointing at Michael.
"You can talk to him tomorrow!! For now, just go to bed!!" Helen ordered, pointing in the direction of Violet's room.
"BED!!" Defeated, Violet trudged glumly out of the room. A slam a few moments later told Helen and Michael that she was in her room. Helen heaved an exasperated sigh, and rolled her eyes. Turning back to Michael, she apologized. "I'm sorry about that."
"Hey, it's no problem," Michael said, waving a hand in front of his face. "So, can you show me where Jack-Jack's room is? I'm getting really tired." Helen nodded, and lead Michael to Jack-Jack's room, where the pint-sized super was sleeping.
"Now be careful not to wake him up, or he'll throw a temper tantrum, and it won't be pretty," Helen cautioned him as they entered the room.
"I'll be quiet as a mouse," Michael whispered, a grin on his face.
"Well then, good night," Helen whispered back. She then exited the room, and walked right past her daughter Violet, who had snuck out of her room again, and was standing in the hallway, invisible. As soon as her mother was out sight, Violet became visible and crept into the room. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, Michael turned around.
"Hi," he said nonchalantly, as if he had been expecting her to be behind him. Violet was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered.
"Um....Hi..." she said nervously.
"You're Violet, right?" Michael asked casually as he threw his jacket into a corner.
"Yeah," Violet replied. Jack-Jack gurgled in his sleep and rolled over.
"Why don't we continue this thrilling discussion in you room?" Michael said with a smile, jerking his thumb in the direction of Jack-Jack. "I don't want to make the baby there wake up."
"Yeah, sure..." Violet said, blushing and mentally kicking herself for saying "yeah" so much. The two of them crept into the hallway, and snuck through the house to Violet's room. Once they were inside her room, and the door was firmly shut, she flipped on the light. In the glow of the lamplight, she could finally see what was on his shirt. It was spiky red lettering reading: "666" and below it "Mark of the Beast" over an inverted cross. Michael wasted no time in sitting down on Violet's bed, and patted the spot next to him.
"Well, are you gonna sit down, or just stand there all night?" Michael joked as he flashed a grin at her, showing off perfect white teeth. Mentally slapping herself, Violet sat down on the bed next to Michael, blushing. Luckily, her hair wasn't being held back by a hairband, making it cover her face, so Michael hadn't noticed. Running different things to say to him through her head, Violet was spared the trouble by Michael.
"So, you and your family are supers, huh?" he asked casually, a smirk on his face and a clever look in his eyes.
"What?!" Violet exclaimed, nearly falling off the bed in shock.
To Be Continued
A/N: OK, well, there's chapter 1 of my Incredibles fanfic. Kind of a bad place to leave off, but I figured that it would be OK to stop it there. For anyone who's wondering how Michael knew that Bob Parr was Mr. Incredible, I always thought it was kind of stupid that they thought a little strip of black material around their eyes was going to protect their identity. I realize this chapter was kind of short, but I'll try to make chapter 2 longer. Chapter 2 will be going up soon, since there's only 3 days of school for me this week. Be sure to R&R, because reviews are my life-blood! You wouldn't want me to die, would you? Besides, aren't you wondering what's going to happen next?
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