Phew! Finally finished. Now, before you read, just know that I tried my best to keep the ending as ‘real’ as I’m capable of, so that you wouldn’t feel that it’s shallow in any manner. However, it still does have the tendency to make you feel that way, so, shoot me if it’s so - I tried my best. 
Here’s the fanfiction.net link:
fanfiction.net/s/4120425/4/i … les_Sequel
(I added a second horizontal rule to the chapter so that you could read from the part I stopped from)
And of course, the textual story itself for convenience sake.
[u][b]Chapter 3: Life - Part Three[/b][/u]
‘Ptch!’ an attack was fired, its weightless body speeding into its target – Spectre’s cannon blaster.
‘Wham!’ the fine-edged lethal projectile stabbed through his palm, causing him to divert his hand onto the floor and cry out in agony beneath his mask. Sparks of static electricity swirled around his arm even after his removal of the claw that which struck him, indicating damage to the system of his suit. Focusing on ceasing the electricity’s flow across his arm, Spectre failed to recall an important aspect of his situation – his enemy.
A second after his attack, Chimera Boy landed gracefully in front of his target, only to hurriedly lash out a tail never before noticed by anyone in the theater, not even the female Super remaining in invisibility.
While cloaked, Violet Parr rubbed her unseen eyelids upon perceiving the unbelievable sight – the appendage was growing out of the Super’s behind in the flash of an eye. Even more incredible was the club ball forming at the tail’s end in an equally short amount of time, if not shorter.
Immediately, without a pause, Chimera Boy swung his tail across Spectre’s ankles, causing his fall. ‘Clang!’ the metallic man went, his iron plating clashing against the concrete floor. Before the fallen villain was able to make any other movement, the young Super coiled his muscular tail round his armor suit, finally trapping the long wanted criminal.
“You’re not going anywhere, Spectre-san,” Chimera Boy remarked as he watched the villain squirmed and wiggled within his wrap. “You best prepare to pay up for all the treachery you’ve dealt onto your victims!”
It seemed like victory, it really did. Yet, the murderous criminal let out a series of little laughter, even in his current tight situation.
“Well, then,” he began, his head lifted up towards Chimera, “I best turn over my true self to you, then, little Super.”
‘True self…?!’ the tailed Super thought to himself, realizing the trap laid out by his enemy only when...
‘Pooffeezzzeee…’ two streams of air jetted out from Spectre’s sides.
His body was seemingly inflated till it was a mere sheet of plastic before it gracefully descended above his apprehender’s tail as the gas was rapidly leaked. Though the Chimera Boy had a strong grip on the fake dummy, it easily slipped out from between his coil, too fast for the Super to get another grip at it before its immediate ascend towards the only opening made across the ceiling. Two dots of light could be seen from a hovering helicopter above, where the high-technology dummy was seemingly reeled into. By the chopper’s opened door, the illumination just managed to outline the familiar figure of Spectre. Holding onto the side of the transportation, the villain’s real self proudly grinned within his visor. Though he was unable to eliminate his target as he was ordered, he was able to live to return another day, not to mention proving the reign of his trickery over his desperate rival’s mediocre intelligence.
“Darn it!” the Super below cursed, his fist slammed against the flooring, leaving a large crack across it.
It was only natural that he was fumed by the villain’s escape – the villain he had pursued since the very dawn of his career. Nevertheless, given a moment of few seconds, he rise up from his left knee, inhaled calmly and rested his tempered soul for then.
“Sorry he got away from you,” piped out a then visible Invisigirl in her usual crimson costume as she sympathetically stepped towards the Super of equal, if not higher intelligence.
She was definitely impressed by his excellent fighting skill, but more by his amazing intellect that she could finally relate to. At that moment, it appeared as if nothing else was of importance to her…
Though her first words given to him reminded the male Super of his disappointing attempt in capturing the villain, he did not dwell upon the matter, as indicated by the reappearance of his confident grin, much to Violet’s curiosity.
“That is alright,” he replied under a certain foreign accent, “he shall make his return again, and when he does, I will definitely catch him.”
His tone was firm; his turned eyes that gazed once more at the villain’s method of exit were blazing with ferocity. It was evident that his rage had not been completely ceased.
“It seems like you know an awful lot about him,” Invisigirl inserted her second comment.
“Yeah,” her male Super counterpart replied whilst turning around towards her with his eyes kept confidently shut for a moment. “I have been chasing Spectre since some months ago, and fortunately, his murderous activities were constantly interrupted by me since then.”
Losing his cool attitude, he friendlily stepped towards the Super of somewhat equal skills and stretched forth his hand towards her.
“The name is Chimera Boy, as you might have heard from the rude intruder of your night.”
Upon his charming introduction, that light tone of pink reappeared across her cheeks. She attempted to hide her modesty towards him and stood her ground. She tried to raise her hand as steadily and, fortunately, was able to pull it off.
“Invisigirl,” she politely stated, her leathery gloved palm grabbed his of a similar material.
“Thanks for the aid back there; you were quite good with that force field of yours.”
“You were not too bad with… erm, that ‘regrowable’ tail you have.”
Invisigirl halted in her words. She was, naturally, quite awkward, scratching her cheek as she wondered if the proper term was used. Rather than openly chuckling at her mistake, however, the young Chimera merely gave a short snuff that was barely noticeable.
“Actually, it is due to my biological manipulation power,” he lightly informed, before being diverted away by the building murmuring from the spectating crowd, including Rydinger who began to wonder about Violet’s whereabouts.
“I guess we best be going,” Chimera Boy remarked, rather having not attract the excessive attention.
The Super who had yet to end her date could not helped agreeing, especially after noticing Tony’s eminent realization of her disappearance. She indicated her unanimity with a light nod, before hurriedly began her disperse from the view of the grateful but zealous crowd.
“Need a ride?” Chimera Boy piped up before she was able to distance herself far away, two wings were abruptly grown out of his back after amazingly sliding through his costume.
Invisigirl had missed the intangibility of his latest appendages, but she was indeed further impressed by the Super’s ability of flight. With a light smile, she nodded lightly and rode on as both Supers exit from the roaring audience. The overlooking crowd watching below applauded excitedly as they displayed their satisfaction towards the great entertainment put up that night at the Metroville Cineplex.
One of them, however, was quickly gaining the disappointing feeling of being stood up.
“Hey.” blurted a voice from the side, catching the attention of a frowning Rydinger.
Seeing his date’s return, however, he removed the grimness from his face and reinserted his familiar cheerful smile, though he could not help wondering about her previous whereabouts.
“Sorry I just disappeared like that;” she delightfully inserted, her right palm rubbing the back of her glimmering hair, “I had to take a leak for a sec.”
“That’s alright,” he warmly replied, his mind almost forgetting about the trivial issue.
To Rydinger, he would not had minded if she had been absent for a day, at least they had finally converse friendlily with each other as he had desperately desired to. Seemingly, Violet was satisfied by that precious moment as well. Nevertheless, as the gentle stream of lunar slowly seeped away from the dispersed crowd, the sands of time had nearly reached the end of its flow as the night quickly crept past that wonderful moment.
“Oh gosh, look at the time!” Parr interrupted the delightful moment upon a glance at her watch.
9:30 PM. Not significantly late, but the time was on the rush.
“Oh, god,” Rydinger nervously replied after perceiving his watch as well, “c’mon, I gotta take you home now.”
As the couple gradually stepped alongside the flooding crowd, they held each other’s hands firmly yet with little strength and with the burning passion of love. They secretly peeked at each other between some moments, but they would hurriedly revert their head to its original position with the all so familiar pink blush experienced too many a time that night. Still walking amidst the pushing people, something else sucked their attention into oblivion – the silvery round moon hanging above the twilight sky. They were still walking, of course, but at that moment, all was quiet for them as they felt their heart connected upon the contact their eyes made towards the wondrous sight.
No movie could had made that night any more special than that simple sight of the silver moon.
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“So, I had fun tonight,” commented the male member of the blushing couple standing before 42 St. Newman Road in the quiet night of Metroville City.
“And I had fun, too,” the female of the pair inserted firmly and gradually, as if to ensure the comprehension of her message.
“Sorry that the date didn’t go very smoothly,” Tony Rydinger apologized shyly while his slender yet tawny hand rubbed the back of his lowered slim head, an apologetic and sincere expression hung across his visage the whole time.
“It’s alright,” Violet Parr smiled cheerfully with optimism, “I’m not really a big fan of this Pixel production anyway.”
A short moment of light chuckles followed.
The mood seemed delightful at that moment. If given a choice, they probably would had continued the conversation outside her house till the return of light. Nevertheless, no good things last forever.
“So, what was it that you wanted to say to me just now?”
‘[i]Drat,[/i]’ she thought. Three seconds ago, the atmosphere was still delightful. Of course, she wanted to tell him about the reason for her sudden coldness back at the theater in the first place, but the question was popped at a very unsuitable time, interrupting their moment. Regardless, she wanted to let him know, as she felt it was only appropriate if he understands. However, it was getting late, and the conversation might take up quite an amount of time.
“Another time,” she answered apologetically, her eyes shrunk in size as she spoke, “I gotta go…”
Maybe it was due to the lateness of the night for her to shy away as such, but the same ol’ familiar feeling was peeking its awful tip into her life once more; that distasteful feeling of insecurity.
She did not even bother to question about his unfinished sentence. She merely shied away from his stressful presence, turning around and stepping towards her front door, hoping that he would just disappear for now as she had hoped her undesirable feeling would forever. It was much contrary as to his thoughts of worry.
“Violet, wait.”
Tony hurriedly grabbed her arm just a split second after she took her first step. It was a light grip, but to Violet, that slight restriction of movement dealt to her heart was smothering with intense pressure.
“Please. I have to go.”
Again; firm and gradual, with the sentence broken up by a pause in between, with the exception of a grimmer tone.
“Right…” he lightly replied, his palm slowly slipped away from her sleeve with equal gentleness. “I’m sorry.”
It was unfair to him, she knew, but love holds no room for sympathy and, at then, her choking heart held almost not much for it, too.
Almost.
“Tony, stop…” she blurted out softly almost immediately after he turned away, much to his dismay, apparently.
“Nah, I shouldn’t continue distur…”
“You should.”
“I better leave…”
“No, stop, please. Just give me a minu…”
“I gotta go…”
It was apparent that she had no chance of stopping the hurt jockey from leaving her for the night, possibly even forever…
Frightened by the thought, she displayed the same urgency, grabbing him by the shoulder and spun him around.
“No, please, I gotta…”
Once again, he never got to finish his sentence, but this time, it was not the disturbance of hushes or replies that ceased his speech. His lips were sealed, literally, blocked from air consumption and speech creation.
It was her first kiss.
It was a rather short one – compared to others – but on its own, it was definitely long enough to capture the burning passion. As their milky lips part, there was the obvious existence of a blush on both faces, though she managed to keep her cool and merely gave a little smirk rather than a full blown smile fully exposing shyness as most participants of first kisses had, including the slim football jockey here.
“I… er…” Tony rubbed his neck the usual manner once more, his eyes running over all directions with the exception of her direction.
“Look,” Violet firmly inserted while grabbing his chin and turning his face onto hers in ensuring his attention, “it’s a trying period, and I need you to hang on with me.”
Her faint smile had faded into a serious look, and upon seeing that, his did as well.
“I… [i]want[/i] you to hang on with me…”
As she attempted to make out her words, her head was lowered with sorrow, her hair flooding her face as it once did.
He was unhappy to see that, of course, but he was touched, too, upon realizing her true feelings for him.
Tenderly, he brushed through her silk strands of glistening hair to the back of her head, lifting her face as he did.
“I will.”
With that, it ended with an affectionate hug, both not wanting to let go of each other; both afraid of letting go.
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Just barely a yard away, the suburban home laid solemnly in silence. A mist of darkness seemed to have engulfed it throughout the young Super’s delightful outing. Only the clanking of colliding keys disturbed the night then, followed by the rude awakening generated by the rough edges of one key sawing through the narrow space of a keyhole.
She twisted the metallic tool with little strength for a few rounds. The lock was still in somewhat of a good condition, apparently even after the long usage of three years. The door had little disturbances, too, save the one creak made throughout its swing above the floorboards.
That one noise, however, seemed to have triggered something more… sinister.
“Where’ve you been?” a voice in the dark piped out all of the sudden.
Violet, upon lightly clicking the ochre-colored door behind her, spent barely a second to make out her questioner whose appearance she was all too familiar with. The grim tone of the voice shook Violet a little, but she assumed that person would relate.
“Sorry, mum, my date took longer than I had expected.”
She tried to lighten the conversation with a little smile. It worked – sort of. The middle aged woman could be seen lowering her head, displaying somewhat of a smile within the dark; but she could easily see that it was one made out of force.
By then, Violet realized something was seriously wrong.
“So you had fun?” Helen questioned, her head was raised again as she asked, and her arms were folded against her pink, cottony bathrobe tied to her body by a strap.
“Yeah, I did…” she answered with care, as if she was defusing an armed bomb. “Mum, is something wrong?”
As if succumbing to a greater power, the obviously stressed woman whose smile had faded exhaled a heavy sigh while pinching the upper part of her nose in between her tightly shut eyes.
“It’s your brother…”
Violet’s eyes widened in fear, her jaws parted gradually as if to retrieve that breath taken away upon hearing those words.
“Wh… what happened to Dash?”
“Now, Violet, listen…”
“What happened, mum?”
Another sigh. She hoped that it was the right choice to inform her daughter of this, but she figured that, with her intelligence, she would had found out anyway.
In normal circumstances, Violet would had guessed that he got into some sort of trouble again, but no; this time was different. The grim atmosphere had chilled her heart the moment her mother spoke, giving her a sort of spine-chilling feeling.
“He…”
She paused for a moment, her helpless eyes staring into Violet’s, all the while hoping her precious daughter would not take it the way she had anticipated.
“He just met into some trouble at school, that’s all, honey.”
Though she could tell that her mother was being honest, something else was amiss. Faint noises of sobbing spread through the house. It was seemingly coming from the brightly lilted living room, just some steps away.
“What’s that, mum?” she asked, her heart accelerated as she made her way behind Helen, who made attempts in ceasing her movement – to no avail.
“Honey, wait…”
It was too late, but she probably could not restrain her at all in the first place.
And there he was. Buried deep in Robert ‘Bob’ Parr’s baggy pants were the eyes of her brother, Dashiell ‘Robert’ Parr. Faint noises of sobbing could be heard from underneath his face.
“What happened, mum? Tell me!” Violet forcefully inserted upon turning towards her mum, trickles of tears began to flow around the corners of her eyes. “Tell me… please.”
It would be the first time she cried – as far as to her knowledge anyway.
“Oh, honey,” Helen replied almost instantly, her heart filled with panic and regret, her gentle arms wrapped around Violet as she hug her daughter with the equal intensity and affection she shared with Rydinger, “Dash is okay, he’s alright!”
She went on to remove her buried head from Violet’s shoulder and gaze into her blue, crystal eyes glimmering under the light dim of the streaming moonlight, but could only do so for a second before Violet lowered her head in sorrow, her tear drops crashing onto the rubbery surface of the flooring.
Having to witness the entire episode, Bob gave a little nod towards Helen, as if signaling her to get their daughter out of the tragic sight.
“Honey,” Helen continued under a softer tone upon reentering the kitchen, her hand went forth in lightly pushing up Violet’s curvy chin, thus lifting her head, “it’s alright. Dash didn’t suffer any injuries; he was barely touched.”
“But… he’s crying so… miserably,” Violet commented, her voice and her head were lowered upon reaching the final word of her sentence.
“It’s his teacher, honey.”
Violet looked up, her face expressing utter confusion.
“Dash’s teacher sacrificed himself to save him, so Dash was… consumed with guilt…”
That struck Violet straight in the heart. The way she saw it, she was out enjoying herself while her family was in peril. The guilt train was moved on to her as she silently turned around, towards the mournful living room.
“Honey,” Helen called out as she lifted her arm towards a distancing Violet who was gradually stepping away, “it’s… alright…”
Her attempts in comforting her daughter were of no avail. All she could do was to achingly watch her daughter’s gradual steps made towards her tearing son. Though Helen herself was a strong individual, upon witnessing the anguished scene she had no super powers in interfering, she could not help accompanying her children’s weeping, too. Her mouth was lidded by her hand to hide her whimpering, though it did little to hide her tears.
“It’s all my fault, daddy… He… he protected me…” Dash repetitively chanted the line, only to be replied with Bob’s hushes as he gently tapped above his head with minimum strength.
Finally arriving by the side of her brother, Violet laid gently beside Dash, her arms laid across his back, her face buried in his shoulder as he had buried his in Bob’s thigh and as Helen had once buried hers in her shoulder.
“It’s okay, Dash,” she remarked, her hand repetitively tapping Dash’s back as she spoke, “it’s okay.”
After seeing the sorrowful state of his family, even the invulnerable Super broke into tears, too, though it involved more of sniveling rather than full blown crying. He smooched both heads lightly, somehow hoping it would ease their tears, though it only caused them to cry harder. While placing his arms around his children, he ensured that no strength of his was generated, allowing his large, hefty arms to act merely as tools of comfort.
“It’s alright, kids, it’s alright…”
Throughout the depressing night, the symphony of tears played on. It was indeed a tearful day for these Supers. Though the source of their tears was rather trivial, especially considering Mr. Kropp’s distance relationship with the family, powerful emotions were generated from his brave sacrifice.
It was a grim night for the Parrs, but it was the beginning of sorrows yet to come for the Supers…
Sorry, but this one is exhausting, I can tell you. The story lines depicted here are extremely difficult to manage, and it’s probably drawn me of all my energy - I can put it at that.
(Alright, sorry, I’ll cut the Singlish)
That’s the first time I’ve seen Al-Bob give a perfect score…