The Glory Days ((Helen))
Nov 14, 2017 15:25:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2017 15:25:13 GMT -5
It wasn't everyday that a man was so lucky to have a day job that consisted of cruising through town in search of criminals to bust, hand over to the police, and get all the credit for it. It wasn't normal for a handsome, chiseled, super hero with super strength to have the privilege of beating down bad guys on rooftops or foiling bank robbers, saving numerous lives and being practically worshiped for it.
Oh, wait. It was. For Mr. Incredible, it was.
He was the among the best. He had perfected all the moves, the catch phrases, the utterly flawless services of justice to all those who had made the horrible decision to cause trouble in his city. He had everything he ever wanted. The gadgets, the fans, the car, the suit, the women, other super powered friends. And, in the meantime, he always made it look so easy. It was difficult to remain humble in the presence of grateful cops and adoring fans. But, somehow, he always managed.
Having only moments ago stopped a group of thugs from mugging a kind old man in a dimly lit alley, Mr. Incredible could be seen rolling down the street in his car, an ear always on the police scanner while he enjoyed the scenery. He had stopped a bank robber, prevented a homicide, saved six families from a burning building, and even stopped off at the community center to sign autographs.
And it was only Monday.
Mr. Incredible grinned when he heard the generally terrifying news come over his radio. It was bad news only because he hadn't made it to the scene yet. Turning present danger into another opportunity to save lives was pretty much what he did.
"We've got a bomb planted on 6th street. The perpetrator claims to be a 'Super Villain.' Any available heroes are needed at once."
"Ooooh." The man behind the mask purred. Finally, something good. He never considered himself too good to save cats from tree limbs, but that stopped being exciting a long time. "A Super Villain. Let's see what he's made of, shall we?" He spoke aloud to himself as he wheeled the trusty car around, moving at top speeds down the street toward the destination that he'd marked on his GPS. He quickly made it to the building and ejected himself from the car, his bulking body barrelling through the air in the form of a rather impressive front flip which he would so expertly stick, his boots landing upon the concrete directly in front of the building's entrance. The acrobatic stunt was applauded by by standers who had either managed to escape the building or were merely nosy enough to be around to watch what would happen. Oh, they were in for a show. The one and only Mr. Incredible had arrived.
"Thanks!" He called out to his adoring onlookers. "I've been practicing." He gave a little wave of his hand as he casually stepped toward the building, looking up in search of the super villain that would undoubtedly be showboating, already giving away all of the secrets of his plans. Villains were almost always such amateurs.
"MISTER INCREDIBUTT. YOU'VE COME!" Came the voice of a man from one of the many windows above. "I KNEW YOU'D SHOW UP!"
"Well, my butt is....pretty incredible." The superhero smirked, looking back at the citizens that watched the exchange, smiling as though he has waited his entire life to utilize such a line. The people chuckled, despite their fear, which only fed Mr. Incredible's already inflated ego. "And if you knew I was coming, why didn't you already give up?" He called back, confident that he could both disarm the bomb and punch this weasel once or twice before his time was up.
"I'M GOING TO BLOW UP YOUR PRECIOUS CITY AND EVERYONE-"
"I'm gonna stop you there, big guy. Let's take it down a notch or two." The superhero interrupted coolly. "You can use other words. Instead of 'blow up,' use 'annihilate.' That one always strikes a little harder, I think. But that's just my opinion." He paused, peering up into the window. He saw a fire escape that led directly to that floor. He may have only seemed to be conversing, but the professional hero was constantly studying his surroundings.
"Gah...THEN, I'M GOING TO...ANNIHILATE YOUR WHOLE CITY-"
"Wait." Mr. Incredible rebutted. "Let's use vaporize. It's a bomb, right? Sometimes, I feel like I'd make a better villain, am I right, guys?" He called back to the crowd. There were no other heroes around. Either they just assumed he'd be able to handled it...rightly so...or they were all busy. It was no matter. He could most certainly handle a two bit criminal like the bomb guy. What was his name, anywa-
"I AM BOMB GUY AND I SHALL BE YOUR DOOM, MISTER INCREDIBLE!"
"Bomb Guy. Huh."
"UNORIGINALLL!!" Came the jeer of a 7 year old who quickly ducked behind a group of fire fighters after hassling the villain.
"He's right. It's a terrible name." Mr. Incredible agreed, sporting a haughty grin over his chiseled features. "Come up with something better while I get these people out of this building." And so, Mr. Incredible went. Up the fire escape, into the window. He cleared the stairs and kicked open doors. The people were safe. He never missed a beat. It was just another day at work for the best super hero the city had ever seen.
Now it was time to teach 'Bomb Guy' a lesson.
"If you bring this building down now, the only person that dies is you." The muscled hero stated, slowly approached his foe. "Neither of us want that to happen. So, hand over the detonator now and I'll make sure you only spend a few years in prison." He held out his gloved hand. It was only himself and the bad guy. There was no need for theatrics. Not when lives were in danger..including his own. "We all mistakes. You can come back from this."
Oh, wait. It was. For Mr. Incredible, it was.
He was the among the best. He had perfected all the moves, the catch phrases, the utterly flawless services of justice to all those who had made the horrible decision to cause trouble in his city. He had everything he ever wanted. The gadgets, the fans, the car, the suit, the women, other super powered friends. And, in the meantime, he always made it look so easy. It was difficult to remain humble in the presence of grateful cops and adoring fans. But, somehow, he always managed.
Having only moments ago stopped a group of thugs from mugging a kind old man in a dimly lit alley, Mr. Incredible could be seen rolling down the street in his car, an ear always on the police scanner while he enjoyed the scenery. He had stopped a bank robber, prevented a homicide, saved six families from a burning building, and even stopped off at the community center to sign autographs.
And it was only Monday.
Mr. Incredible grinned when he heard the generally terrifying news come over his radio. It was bad news only because he hadn't made it to the scene yet. Turning present danger into another opportunity to save lives was pretty much what he did.
"We've got a bomb planted on 6th street. The perpetrator claims to be a 'Super Villain.' Any available heroes are needed at once."
"Ooooh." The man behind the mask purred. Finally, something good. He never considered himself too good to save cats from tree limbs, but that stopped being exciting a long time. "A Super Villain. Let's see what he's made of, shall we?" He spoke aloud to himself as he wheeled the trusty car around, moving at top speeds down the street toward the destination that he'd marked on his GPS. He quickly made it to the building and ejected himself from the car, his bulking body barrelling through the air in the form of a rather impressive front flip which he would so expertly stick, his boots landing upon the concrete directly in front of the building's entrance. The acrobatic stunt was applauded by by standers who had either managed to escape the building or were merely nosy enough to be around to watch what would happen. Oh, they were in for a show. The one and only Mr. Incredible had arrived.
"Thanks!" He called out to his adoring onlookers. "I've been practicing." He gave a little wave of his hand as he casually stepped toward the building, looking up in search of the super villain that would undoubtedly be showboating, already giving away all of the secrets of his plans. Villains were almost always such amateurs.
"MISTER INCREDIBUTT. YOU'VE COME!" Came the voice of a man from one of the many windows above. "I KNEW YOU'D SHOW UP!"
"Well, my butt is....pretty incredible." The superhero smirked, looking back at the citizens that watched the exchange, smiling as though he has waited his entire life to utilize such a line. The people chuckled, despite their fear, which only fed Mr. Incredible's already inflated ego. "And if you knew I was coming, why didn't you already give up?" He called back, confident that he could both disarm the bomb and punch this weasel once or twice before his time was up.
"I'M GOING TO BLOW UP YOUR PRECIOUS CITY AND EVERYONE-"
"I'm gonna stop you there, big guy. Let's take it down a notch or two." The superhero interrupted coolly. "You can use other words. Instead of 'blow up,' use 'annihilate.' That one always strikes a little harder, I think. But that's just my opinion." He paused, peering up into the window. He saw a fire escape that led directly to that floor. He may have only seemed to be conversing, but the professional hero was constantly studying his surroundings.
"Gah...THEN, I'M GOING TO...ANNIHILATE YOUR WHOLE CITY-"
"Wait." Mr. Incredible rebutted. "Let's use vaporize. It's a bomb, right? Sometimes, I feel like I'd make a better villain, am I right, guys?" He called back to the crowd. There were no other heroes around. Either they just assumed he'd be able to handled it...rightly so...or they were all busy. It was no matter. He could most certainly handle a two bit criminal like the bomb guy. What was his name, anywa-
"I AM BOMB GUY AND I SHALL BE YOUR DOOM, MISTER INCREDIBLE!"
"Bomb Guy. Huh."
"UNORIGINALLL!!" Came the jeer of a 7 year old who quickly ducked behind a group of fire fighters after hassling the villain.
"He's right. It's a terrible name." Mr. Incredible agreed, sporting a haughty grin over his chiseled features. "Come up with something better while I get these people out of this building." And so, Mr. Incredible went. Up the fire escape, into the window. He cleared the stairs and kicked open doors. The people were safe. He never missed a beat. It was just another day at work for the best super hero the city had ever seen.
Now it was time to teach 'Bomb Guy' a lesson.
"If you bring this building down now, the only person that dies is you." The muscled hero stated, slowly approached his foe. "Neither of us want that to happen. So, hand over the detonator now and I'll make sure you only spend a few years in prison." He held out his gloved hand. It was only himself and the bad guy. There was no need for theatrics. Not when lives were in danger..including his own. "We all mistakes. You can come back from this."