The Incredibles 3; Rise of the Clones (Part 3 of Trilogy)

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Chapter 1
July 23rd 1936

The night was cold and dark. The eerie silence seemed to want nothing to do with life and not a creature dared stir outside the Government Development Facility. Two figures on the third floor were staring intently at a screen displaying hundred of names. The room was musky to say the least of the smell and stale food. Graphs, pieces of paper, and notes lay all around the computer desk as the two men scanned the list. Every few seconds they would pause and then with a slight shake of the head from the one behind the worker the list would once again continue its monotonous rolling. One quick look at the men would explain the mess surrounding them. Their eyes were worn, tired, exhausted as if from not enough sleep. The worker, the scroller had just become a little excited at one person when the usual shake of the head telling him no made his speak up;
“Rick we have to pick someone!?!?”
“I know John, but this isn’t some easy decision for us. This pick will decide whether or not we keep up with those Russians in the area of science or be forced to do war instead.”
“But Rick, at this pace I would love the see us just start a war since we seem to have only had one or two possible candidates.”
“John, you know we have to do this. The government has bestowed on us good glory and power in picking this person. We must complete our task or else we could become laughingstock at not being able to pick someone in the millions of American hopefuls.”
“You’re right Rick, I just wish it wa…” John stopped mid sentence as one name scrolled into view.
“What? John?”
“Rick, look.” John’s finger shacking from excitement pointed towards the name while a large smile began to grow on his face. “We found him!”
Rick slowly turned towards the Computer. His eyes followed his partner’s finger hoping that this time they might have gotten the right one. As his gaze settled on the name and credentials his heart leapt within him. “John…”he started. John looked up from his chair into Rick’s face. Rick continued…“We found him!”
As soon as the celebration of Champagne and Doughnuts ended John and Rick turned again towards the Computer.
John, could you please spill the information about our newest winner. Rick said with a slight announcing tone of voice.
John rather drunk from the celebration slowly began…

Age-12
Accomplishments;
Winner of County Science Fair-New Laser Theory
Winner of State Science Fair-Laser Gun Theory
Winner of Regional Science Fair-Levitation/Zero Point Energy Device
Winner of National Science Fair-Robotics Device

Address-
2597 W. Waterfield Rd. Los Angeles Cal.

John turned to Dick; “He’s a Cali”. He began to short laugh but was stopped when Rick asked; “What’s his name?”

…after a short pause…

“Buddy Michael Pine.”

Chapter 2
Present-November 3rd 1959

Outside of the Government Development Facility Rick Dicker stood staring into a small fountain spraying its continual flow of water into a decent sized pond. His eyes were drooping more than ever now that 7 years had passed since Syndrome’s defeat yet the years seemed only like moments as everything that had caused Syndrome appeared in front of him. He spoke to himself;

“If anyone deserved what happened more then anyone it was me. The events and occurrences of my past are horrid, filled with memories best left unsaid or even revealed.”

Rick’s phone suddenly began to ring bringing him back to earth.

“Yello”

“Rick,” the voice began. “We have to talk.”

Dashielle Parr sat on his chair inside of Room A113 at the Superhero Training Facility Wing-S (school). As an up and coming trainee at the Facility not to mention the President’s son Dash got rather high standards and always had trouble living up to them. At the age of 15 he had never had much time for school due to the large superhero training and fighting he had to do every year. His hair was just as it had been when he first started Superhero Work, long and flowing. His size was the thing that had changed the most. Ever since the return of the Omni Droid Dash had skyrocketed and now stood at 5’3”. A this rate he would rival his dad Mr. Incredible in height.Dash was simply clad with a black t-shirt and faded blue jeans that strectched down to his ankles. He wore flip-flopes with little streaks of flames going down the sides. The grueling lesson he had just receieved was none the least made worse by his friend Chris’ showing off his A+ Math results.

“That kid is just too smart” Dash pondered to himself as Chris settled in for the last 5 mintues of Spelling and Grammer.

Chris the recipient of “way to many high grades” was a 16 year old boy who appeared older then he was. His think moustache was always a hit with his friends although it never lasted that long. Besides being Dash’ friend on Wednesdays and Fridays (the only day for superhero work and dash to show off) Chris was also friends with two other superhero’s in the school named Heather and Niko. Chris’ appearance was quite different then Dash’. Instead of the rather short hair Chris had long curly hair that almost touched his shoulders.

Dashielle Parr sat on his chair inside of Room A113 at the Superhero Training Facility Wing-S (school). As an up and coming trainee at the Facility not to mention the President’s son Dash got rather high standards and always had trouble living up to them. At the age of 15 he had never had much time for school due to the large superhero training and fighting he had to do every year. His hair was just as it had been when he first started Superhero Work, long and flowing. His size was the thing that had changed the most. Ever since the return of the Omni Droid Dash had skyrocketed and now stood at 5’3”. A this rate he would rival his dad Mr. Incredible in height.Dash was simply clad with a black t-shirt and faded blue jeans that strectched down to his ankles. He wore flip-flopes with little streaks of flames going down the sides. The grueling lesson he had just receieved was none the least made worse by his friend Chris’ showing off his A+ Math results.

“That kid is just too smart” Dash pondered to himself as Chris settled in for the last 5 mintues of Spelling and Grammer.

Chris the recipient of “way to many high grades” was a 16 year old boy who appeared older then he was. His think moustache was always a hit with his friends although it never lasted that long. Besides being Dash’ friend on Wednesdays and Fridays (the only day for superhero work and dash to show off) Chris was also friends with two other superhero’s in the school named Heather and Niko. Chris’ appearance was quite different then Dash’. Instead of the rather short hair Chris had long curly hair that almost touched his shoulders. Unlike most kids around his time Chris liked to curl his hair and make it “wavy” or whatever that meant. Chris had dark blue eyes that almost appeared inhuman if you looked straight into them. He was strong for his age and he knew that very well. His athletic body had grown greatly since Dash first met him that faitful night when Van Esteban broke into the Government Facility to steal the OmniDroid Brain. Chris had grown some 7 inches since dash met him and was now roughly 5’7” give or take an inch due to hair growth.

“At this rate” Dash would think to himself, “he will be about 6’5” when he is done growing.”

Chris unlike Dash loved the colors black, blue, and brown. Dash’ fav five colors were Red, Blue, Yellow, Orange, and Purple. Chris always wore a sweatshirt even when it was 90 degrees outside while Dash always wore light clothing and athletic wear even when it was 40 outside. Both suffered tremendously from their points of view. Chris was always smooth and polite while Dash was rather rough and blunt. This made their conversations rather argumentative and temperous. They occasionally stopped talking to each other but always made up whenever they did something funny and the other would laugh his head off. The one thing they did have in common was a friend named Heather. This light brown eyed, 5’2” 16 year old was their favorite person to hang out with. Due to their long friendship before the facility these three had found themselves on partnership duties prior to the creation of the Superhero Facility and the Organization of Superhero Networking.
Dash the most reckless of the three was always getting in trouble. Over the past three years he had been getting more and more troublesome and both Heather and Chris knew it…

Chapter 3
Present-November 3rd 1959

One day, Heather and Chris were outside of the Assistant Principles office. The Parr parents had gone on vacation for the month which meant that Mrs. Connelly was the principle in charge for a while. Mrs. Connelly didn’t like Dash’ practical or funny jokes and was normally extremely strict about them whenever she had the chance to dictate their results. Today she was having a victory dance.

“Heather” Chris began, “Do you think Mrs. Connelly is going to go too far with this penalty? I mean I know Dash did a really pathetic and rather insane thing but maybe disciplining him isn’t helping?”

“Chris, the only thing that gets Dash’ attention is free time and super time. If either of those things are removed due to unfair or unethical joking he will begin to notice and change.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Dash was having a nightmare as he sat across from Mrs. Connelly’ chair. The principle was obviously enjoying every second of this scolding and Dash could easily tell why. His theory was this; “whenever Mrs. Connelly was happy it meant a grounding for some poor unfortunate soul” and he could tell by her attitude that this one was going to be a dousy. But boy was he in for a surprise.

“One month?!?!”

“Starting immediately!”

“Wow…that’s a new record for length of time…when do I get to go back to training?”

“Dashielle Parr that trick you played on your elder sister should receive more if it wasn’t for your superness. That kind of a joke could have damaged her life forever and you know that!”

“Yah right.”

“I mean it. You knew you had no business stealing the holograph transmitter from the school archives without permission and you also knew that your sister only had one person she could ever be embarrassed too.

“Yah Tony didn’t know what hit him.”

“But that doesn’t resolve the fact that you set the transmitter up to activate upon first motion. Your sister took her morning shower and came out activating the transmitter…”

“Yah Tony should have loved that…”

“DASH!!! You obviously have no clue as to how serious this could have been. Thank God your sister was wearing her bathing robes or else you might have been having some counseling and some serious grounding.”

“Grounding smounding…I’ve done it before, you can’t possibly expect longer
grounding time from school and training to change me…Mrs. Connelly.”

“Which is why I have changed your grounding from school to superhero work.”

Dash’ jaw dropped like a comet earthbound. “Wait…you ca…You can’t just…You’re taking my superhero work privileges away for a month!!!”

“Effective Immediately Dash! That is final…you may leave”

Dash slowly got off of his chair and started to walk towards the door. In stalk silence he exited closing the door directly behind him. Mrs. Connelly smiled to herself. “Perhaps this will get the message across” she thought to herself.

Chapter 4
October 31st 1959

“Man if there is any more of that sun I’m gunna become a raisin!” A man’s voice raised in frustration split the silence.

“Oh would you keep quite!” Another voice responded. If you speak any louder we won’t become raisins we’ll become skeletons. Don’t you know these forests are ancient and filled with ghosts?”

“Hey, I can take ghosts. But if I can’t use my power then you will all die no matter what we face!”

“Yah, well try to stay more quite will ya. If we don’t wake anyone then we won’t have anything to fear.”

The small group of four continued on their steady march. The leader Tino Martinez their expect guide lead the way with his machete and compass. The other three consisting of two workers which had been supplied to Tino for little pay and one well dressed gentleman followed behind. Tino was an elderly man around his 50’s or 60’s, no one could really tell, and always had his machete and compass with him when he led expeditions. This trip was unlike any other he had ever done. Selected out of many younger and more technologically advanced scouts Tino had been warmly and richly supplied for this trip. He carried with him boxes of water, explosives, and other utensils that were required for the trip but the most important package of all was the gentleman. This gentleman wasn’t your typical wealthy rich man. Instead of the nice suit and attitude problem this one was casually dressed with an almost peasant style attitude. He always was grateful and was ready to help work just as easily as the hired workers that Tino had hired for the trip. The gentleman was African American Tino could easily tell which made the mystery of where exactly he was going all the more confusing. Tino had been selected by some high official to take this man to the ancient ruins of the Emporer Yung-Taeung. This ancient ruin was well known to the people as being haunted by spirits. These spirits had never been seen by human eyes (whoever did never lived long enough to talk about it) but the sounds heard from the ruins was horrible and awestruckening in the same instant. The awefull screams and loud buzzing noises only gave travelers chills and happy trigger (now known to have killed 5 people and 20 cows). But worse than the screams were the cold gusts of wind that would happen at random times throughout the night. These cold breezes may seem nothing but on a warm summer afternoon these breezes seem unnatural and for the poor superstitious people of China its too much to stand. All the villages within five miles were either destroyed or abandoned in two weeks. Yes the ancient ruins, that was what this gentleman was going too.

“Take five,” said Tino. “We are approaching the edge of the forest. Once we cross the ridge the trees will disappear and the ancient ruins will come into sight. We must be quiet when we enter them or else we might awaken something inside. Raunch and Topea please get the guns ready.” Turning to the gentleman, “you haven’t had any experience with guns by any chance?”

The Gentleman looked him over and then back at the ruins. “Of course I have, I have had some thrirty years training with them.”

“Oh, good.”

Mister Tino, the guns are ready. The largest and toughest of the hired workers called over to Tino from their packs. The packs consisted on large wooden boxes about four feet by two feet. There were seven of them of which five were supplies and needed equipment the other was the Gentleman’s
specialty boxes.

“Kind gentleman, I must ask once more what is with your boxes? You aren’t going to set up a house in the ruins?”

The man turned to Tino. “You are quite right. I do not plan on settling down in this forsaken place. A man needs to roam freely and liberally and this place would not do for that. No the boxes I have hold equipement by which I will explore the ruins.”

“You’re not going to research the origin of the ruins are you?”

“I am, I have been sent by the government on a mission to explore this province.”

“The government?!?! Who do you work for?? A mission like this is deadly and all you have is me and two hired workers??”

“But they’re not just workers. These are two of the finest superhero’s from an academy in America.”

“America?!?! Who are you? And what are you doing in China?!?!”

“Alright, I’ll tell you. My name is Lucious Best a.k.a. Frozone. I’m a Superhero in search of a mysterious radiation spill that occurred three weeks ago outside of the ruins. My sources say that there must be a force working in the ruins building something. I have been commissioned by the United States Government to find out what it is and report back with the people dead or alive.”

“Who are these three?”

“Rico and Stanley.”

“And tell me, Mr. Best. How do you expect three superheros and a guide with a gun to take down a possibly large gang or coorperation?”

“With surprise, follow me.”

And with that Frozone now pulling his suit off revealing his real “super”-suit dashed forward to the edge of the trees and bringing a special spy binocular set to his eyes scanned the ruins.

“No life forms reported by the glasses. We must take little chances and hope for the surprise to be enough.”

Tino looked at Frozone. “And what if it’s not?”

“Then we are in big doo-doo” replied Frozone with a serious dry face.

Tino looked away smiling but it left shortly after he realized the joke.

The small gang of travelers quickly made their way down the hill that was directly in front of the ruins. Making their way up the north side they snaked along small rivers that led from the ruins towards the nearby lake. The mountains looked large and ominous on either side. The ruins were indeed more scary then the scenery around them. The carvings and stone figures resembled Chinese battles with scenes of defeat, victory, and blood baths. Tino was extremely perplexed at the easy style in which the superhero’s proceeded towards these rocks.

Suddenly Frozone put his hand up. All four of them stood stock still. The wind rustled the trees around the open plain and whistled through the small passages in the rocks. Slowly Frozone inched forwards slowly dropping his hand. Tino began to feel sweat beeds on his forehead as the tension grew. They were now no more than ten feet from the beginning of the ruins and the figures were even more horrific up close. Frozone now kneeled and silently crept towards the rocks. When he reached them he placed his back to them and signaled for the others to come. Tino, Rico, and Stanley silently crept towards Frozone. When they reached the spot Tino began to breathe again.

“Phew, that was tough.”

“What, you call that tough?” Frozone looked more amused than shocked. “Just wait till we have to take on whoever is inside.”

Tino looked around quite tired from their twenty feet of traversed ground. The jungle suddenly seemed evil and dark. After years of traveling the mountains the woods seemed more dangerous than ever before. Every little sounds, every little movement meant something more and more dangerous. He looked over at the three weird Americans. Each of them seemed quite calm considering the mystery of the ruins. Tino leaned back against the rock. “Maybe I am over reacting?” he thought to himself. “Maybe there is only a mediocre gang hiding out in the ruins and these three guys are just trying to take them out.”

Frozone turned around to his compadres. Are you guys ready to go? We are not going to make any offensive movements until we find out who is here. If they mean business we will give them a buyer, if they are just some traveling citizens I don’t want to see any weapons, got it?” His three partners nodded their heads, Tino rather weakly. Frozone stepped out from the rock and turned around the bend followed by the three followers. Frozone was alert as could be, he was quite prepared for anything…well almost.

Chapter 5

Rick had never been questioned before. His interrogator a Mrs. Holley was quite strict in demanding what he knew about the site and its contents. Rick told her all he knew knowing that a government official was standing just behind the window listening in on his conversation. Mrs. Holley was quite nice if you ever could call an interrogator nice. She simply asked the questions on her list and if she needed more would ask deeper questions.

“So you don’t know what was there?”

“If I knew I would have told you.”

“And there haven’t been any miscommunication between your receiver and their transmitter?”

“No, we checked the receiver and its fine. Whatever happened was on their end of the job.”

“Did they have any problems as they traversed towards the sector?”

“No, they communicated the day before they set foot on the ruins saying everything was going well and that they had encountered nothing.”

“Mr. Dickers we are extremely worried that we might have just lost three superheroes. Do you have any information at all that we might need to know?”

Rick in his small chair suddenly looked rather pale and afraid. Mrs. Holly leaned forward.

“Mr. Dickers, we need to know about project DC13.”

“Suzan never quite understood what she was getting into. As leader of the advances in Science Board she felt it was her responsibility to help the U.S. compete and win over the Russians. We all (the Gov.) knew that the Russians were developing Robots. Even some news reporters knew through Russian Tests that something was being created. Directly after the Russians tested their second Robot we knew the time had come. I and John Stevens were commissioned to find a new youth to help us develop robots. We were allowed to promise the likely candidate full payment for any advances he made starting at 500,000 per robot. We were also commissioned to establish any factory he required to do his business. After months of searching the states science fair winners we finally came across the perfect one.”

“Buddy.”

“Yes, Buddy. He was the most promising person I have ever seen. He was intelligent and he had a spirit to create things that no one thought possible…”
Dick had stopped, his head drooped a little. Holly knew but she let him spill the secret.

“I really liked that kid. I have never had a son and him being so close all the time it almost felt like he was my adopted son. We would develop stuff together and talk about politics and foreign dilemmas together. But Buddy was different after that incident with Mr. Incredible. He changed. His old self that he showed at the Fairs was genuine and real. He was a gifted creator and developer but after the incident that all went down the drain. His passion and anger got the best of his spirit and soon after hearing how I had helped the Incredibles and other supers continue to live he shunned me. He ordered me to stay away from him and from other supers. I stopped visiting. Soon after that he ordered to have an island somewhere off of the coast. He needed the perfect environment and must have known of Nomanisan before we helped him get it. By the time we had agreed and given him the title he already had his factory and building up and running. He never called me or spoke to me again. In fact nobody saw him again until he appeared as “Syndrome”. Then a day later we heard of the plane accident directly in front of the Parr household. I was told that Buddy was killed.”

The pair had their heads down and voices lower than usual. Rick was frail now in his late 70’s. His body appeared even weaker as he bent over wiping his eyes with his hands as tears began to form. Mrs. Holly was also silent and sullen. The story was too much for her as well. Rick raised his eyes.

“But you want to know about Project DC13.” 

Mrs. Holly thought for a moment. “That won’t be necessary yet Mr. Dickers. You can come back tomorrow and we will discuss what happened after Syndrome died. For now you are free to go home. Please stay safe Mr. Dicker, I was supposed to grind the information out of you immediately but you are no threat to us. Just take care of yourself. Tom let him out.”

With that the door to the interrogation room opened and Dick followed by Mrs. Holly exited. Tom the security guard watched them exit. If either had turned around and paid any close attention to him they would have noticed sharp metal plates covering his arms and face. His eyes were dark red and as he watched Mr. Dickers leave. As the pair walked down the hall a smile appeared on his face;

“Just wait Mr. Dickers. You started all of this and now it’s going to end.” Tom said under his breath.

Chapter 6
That night four figures were awoken in the middle of the night;

Dash hadn’t slept a wink. After hearing the news of his subsequent removal of superhero work he had walked past Heather and Chris without acknowledging them and had proceeded to his room where he instantly began to process what was to become of him. Heather and Chris had spent the rest of the day in silence just playing a game of Pirate Dice and surfing the web. Later they met for Dinner as they always did whenever school was in session and Chris disclosed the news he had found as did Heather.

“I found that the government is going to hold another drawing for a science fair prospect to be awarded a large sum of money and the chance to mass produce their winning invention. Last year they helped create 10,000 automatic egg crackers from that geek Rudy Glancer.” Chris started

“Ya, that was a bit weird. Although the Restaurant industry will never be the same.” Heather replied. “I found out that there was a nail polish recall after there were reports of problems with the paint. The report said something about ingrown finger nails being more common with the brand.” 

“Ouch, I'm glad I don’t have to wear that stuff...”

“Oh common, you should try it one day just to see how pretty it is.”

“No, Thank You.”

Chris resumed eating while Heather starred out into space. The meal on her plate was a simple roast beef with sauce, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. Chris looked over at her and sighed. He knew the look she had on her face and it meant pity and concern.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s just Dash. I hope he isn’t taking this too hard. I mean the removal of school wasn’t that much to him but his life revolves around Superhero Work.
What is he stops altogether?”

“I think he should figure out what is more important. If his entire life is revolving around Superhero Work then maybe it should be taken away just so he can see what life would be like without it. Maybe this is good for him?!?!”

“Maybe you’re right. I just hope he isn’t sitting on his bed with his head on the pillow starring out into space doing nothing.”


Heather was unfortunately the prophet Queen for Dash was doing absolutely nothing. His room was strangely quiet. His TV was off his games untouched and his food uneaten. He was just sitting on his bed starring into space. If actions spoke words the words from dash would have been silent, still, and absolutely in shock. His mind was racing over what the punishment actually meant.

“Do they even care if I become a super? Does my School mean that much that they would rather have me spend hours on school and not on something that will affect my future? How can they be so blind to not realize the importance Superhero work has on my life? Without it I’m nothing but a regular teenager.”
As time continued Dash slowly thought himself into exhaustion and fell asleep on his bed.


The night continued like the slow dripping of water. The evening died and the night time came to full life. The moon was high in the sky when Heather and Chris said goodnight to each other and went their separate ways each to his or her room. The moon was full and the small island of Nomanisan was radiant with Moonlight. The flowers and trees sparkled and the air was crisp. A low flying ship was soon seen approaching the island undetected by any living soul at the Facility. This small craft was a simple Commercial Airliner but its contents were more than that. Two figures stood by the window of the small craft their eyes towards the facility. One of the figures taller than the other and more muscularly built turned towards the other and with a rather sharp and automated voice said;

“The Island is in sight. Remember this scene Quad 1 SD103, this is the day that our plan finally comes into action. The day that we finally get what we really have been dreaming and longing for.”

The other figure had a puzzled look on his face. “What do you mean?”

The other sighed with regret. "Haven’t you ever envied them? Their special ability, their unique skill, and their cunning inventive ideas? Have you never thought about them and what they are compared to us? No, you can’t. You were not programmed to do so. You never will think about what life is truly about SD103. Never will you contemplate about another life one more rich and full then ours. But once we figure out what their weakness is then everything will change.” The figure let out a slow sigh “…but now to our real mission. We have reason to believe that SD113 is located in the facility. We must find him and bring him back. He is the one who is to start our continuum and everlasting presence. We must find that boy and bring him home.”
SD103 turned to the figure. “And by what means do you believe he will comply with our request?”

The figure turned towards his fellow partner. “You have weapons on you do you not?”

SD103 looked a little taken back by the question. “I always have my weapons but those are for defensive or offensive purposes only.”

“Good, let’s hope this won’t turn into one of those purposes.”

A small mechanical droid entered the room. SD103 turned to great it as his leader turned to the window again. SD103 turned towards the window. “Adolf, SD123 has reported his location and is on schedule.”

A small but growing smile crept across Adolf’s face. “Good.” It grew as he saw the Superhero Training Facility coming closer and closer…

Chapter 7

SD123 was on schedule although the plan was against his better nature. “Why couldn’t I go after the real target? I even requested going after 

him but no Adolf requested that I instead go after “Miss Investigator”.

Surrounded by Washing D.C. buildings and lush gardens SD123 felt more like a King them he did a murderer. But such was his role tonight as the entire “plan” that his developers and programmers had created for him and his race. SD123 more commonly known as “Shiny” to his people was a mix breed. Unlike his metal and cold “brothers” Shiny had a different “coding”. When Shiny was first developed by Suzan he was programmed not with simple “Human” DNA but with “Super” DNA. This Super DNA was stolen from the new Government Storage Facility (See Troubled Teens) along with some nationally famous Human DNA’s. His official name as a super was “Quicksilver”. The reason was because he could transform into whatever shape he required by changing into liquid silver and then back into his required shape. This ability made it hard for him to be stopped as he could change his into a spear or a harpoon, change his body to fit into tight spaces, and he could even stay in liquid form and suffocate an enemy. He was very deadly and that was why he was in charge of power for his kind. But for the moment he regretted very much what he had to do. 

“She has to go!” Adolf had told him. 

Even as Quicksilver thought about it he couldn’t help but say in a mocking voice. “She HAS to go! What an idiot. If he had just kept SD113 Home and made someone else who was older go out none of this would be happening and our plan would be perfect!”

He rounded a street corner and approached some apartments. He counted off about five houses until he reached his destination. He smiled to himself.

“Well, if I am forced to do this I might as well enjoy doing it.”

With the blink of an eye he had transformed into his liquid shape blending in with the shadows. He quietly slipped into the yard of a nice Cottage looking house. The yard was nice, clean, and properly organized and SD123 couldn’t help but look at it for a split second and admire it. She is organized and neat…my kind of women. He thought to himself. He quickly climbed a brick stairway leading to the back door. Observing the lock he quietly thought to himself. Nodding his head slowly and then in amusement he stretched out his hand. The liquid silver quietly slipped into the key hole and sliding through the hole his entire body seemed to shrink. Soon his elbow was through and then his shoulder. The hardest part was his head but even this only took a split second before he was in. If anyone had seen him it would have been a funny sight. Half of his body was inside of the house full size while his waist about the size of a quarter was inside of the keyhole. His other half was still outside in full scale. He quickly listened for any noise and upon hearing nothing quickly leaned down and touching the floor began to pull in the other half of his body. He did a complete hand stand and quietly dropped himself to the floor. He rose to his feet and slowly stepped forward.  A sudden noise to his left caused him to stop. A large golden retriever was sleeping on the kitchen floor. The tiles ran under his body extending from the kitchen to the living room to his right. The dog was behind the island sleeping with is belly down. Its head was facing Quicksilver and as he advanced towards the dog he could actually see the name tag and collar it wore. It said “Killer”. 

Quicksilver smiled to himself. He silently backed away from it and slowly turned around. He tiptoed (if you could say he tiptoed) over to the living room and found himself face to face with an ominous stairway. He walked up encountering a room with a circle of neatly organized chairs and tables. He looked around and his eyes settled on one particular room. He inched towards the door. He silently opened it and peered in. The room was pink with little kid toys and dress-up makeup on the desk in the corner. On the bed covered by the blanket was a little six year old girl. Quicksilver was astonished by the room and its contents. There were magazines and toys and all kinds of girly things lying on the floor. He quietly closed the door and sticking his finger inside the door handle he locked it from the outside. He knew that the little girl was not part of the plan and that his programming would have commanded a quick kill if she had been. His eyes scanned the remaining area and he quickly found the master bedroom. Knowing that Mrs. Holly was divorced he had no fear of anyone else there to defend her. The only thing he had to do was finish the job and pray that he could get back to his original programming back at campus. He silently opened the master bed door. This room was the complete opposite to the previous room as neat organized stacks of paper littered the desk. These papers Quicksilver knew would be useless without witness and would not need to be disposed off. He silently crept into the room and noting the large lump on the bed approached. He knew this was the hard part. Getting to the “point of no return” without causing any noise or alarm was going to be the hardest. He approached the lump from behind but as he came into clear view of the Mrs. Holly he realized his mistake. The lump in the bed wasn’t the back of Mrs. Holly but a large suitcase she was holding in her arms. Taken back by this Quicksilver quickly decided upon a course. He quietly and very carefully helped ease Mrs. Holly’s hands out from around the bag and replacing it with a pillow removed the bag from the bed. Laying it down upon the floor he quietly ripped it open to find papers marked with high official marks and seals. Curious as to what was inside Quicksilver opened one of them open. He began to read to himself.

To the Homeland Security Chief (Charles Dently);

“Greetings and Happy Holidays from Mrs. Jane Holly. I hate to ruin the holiday spirit with bad news but I have some for you to hear. As a matter of fact I have two bad news reports. The first is that we have signs of a revolt coming from a large group known as the YM59 (Youth Movement ‘59). This group consistent of many of the leading youth from universities has recently begun a campaign against our largest defense system the Superhero’s. They are bashing them for a lack of “activity” and have even gotten many youth Superhero’s to switch to their side in favor of a more active stance of life. Their movements are located in Los Angeles although some signs have become to also arrive from Washington as the group becomes larger. I would advise caution on the group until we know their motive. The other bad news is that we have found a startling discovery off of the coast of Michigan. A large creature was found dead along the lake side. The creature was very unique and was taken by the state to be investigated. I have personally seen the beast and would say it is a monster. It was about twenty feet long with the shape of a tiger only leaner. Its age is unknown although our tests proved it to be 200 years old. We doubt our results but we have no information going against that fact yet. Other information regarding the beast actually brought up a large conspiracy near Michigan regarding sightings of a most bizarre account. After taking the creature to a science lab nearby we discovered a most strange sight. Inside of the creatures almost completely rusted was a rather large robot looking piece of metal. Its eyes were almost completely gone, its power supply ruined and completely broken. We believe the acid in the battery killed the poor creature. The droid was the weirdest thing we have ever seen in our department. I have taken charge of a Rick Dicker for further investigation. He has ties to the original droid project and could have some information regarding our little friend. I will update as soon as we have more information.”

“Sincerely Jane Holly”

SD123 looked at the page and then back at Mrs. Holly. "Well that makes your death sentence even truer. Your proof is standing before you. Your little friend will no longer be with you. He already has been stolen back to us and you shall see just how great that discovery was. Your life is no longer worthy to live and now it shall be taken." With that SD123 stepped towards Mrs. Holly still asleep on the bed. As he approached the bed his mind began swirling. What was he doing? His programming didn’t give him authority to murder humans. What would happen to his brain after he killed her? He stopped. What would happen to the little girl in the other room? Should he kill her as well? A sudden shake in his system made him hate the thought of it. Why was he doing this?

His programming came into place once again. Why was he doing this? He was doing this because he was the better being. He was the superior human even though he was metal. He deserved to save his people by ridding this problem from the earth. He continued his pace and soon stood before her. Drawing his hands to waist height he placed them by her ears. Leaving a small space he transformed them into icicle like silvery spears. He began to shake just slightly making no noise. Fears and thoughts ran through his head. His hands looked like danger and fear. They quavered as he watched her head. Her face showed no fear, it was completely blank. If only she knew the danger she was in. If only she knew what he was doing. His fingers were deadly sharp and pointed ready to strike. In a second he knew what he had to do. His fingers drove into the bottom of her skull braking bones and tissue until they connected cutting off nerve circulation. Mrs. Holly awoke with a start but instantaneously went limp. SD123 drove the fingers deeper into her spine paralyzing his victim. He retracted his now stained fingers. He quickly noted the life supply leaving his victim thereby finishing his job. He moved towards the window and opening it walked onto the roof and slid down to the ground completely satisfied with his mission. He quickly slipped off into the night leaving a surprise for the house in the morning. Mrs. Holly still frozen at precisely 12:49 was still frigid with fright lying in her bed never ever to know what it was she had commenced.