The Path of Redemption
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Incredibles, The
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
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14,930
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11
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Incredibles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The scheming
The Incredibles: The path of redemption.
Englishwitch
Disclaimer: Disclaimer- I do not own The Incredibles, it is a Disney/ Pixar animation motion picture
Chapter 18- The scheming.
Psychewave read the paper with pride. The media hadn’t stopped talking about him for the last two days since he’d made his famed appearance. He sipped at a large cup of coffee and leaned back in his chair. Behind him he heard a noise of someone moving around and he looked over his shoulder. Edna was sealed away in a corner of the room, thick metal bars sealed her in place and she looked out at Psychewave with pure anger. Her hair was messed and her clothes were dirty. Psychewave smiled and looked at her. “Feel like reading the papers Edna?”
“Go to hell boy.”
“Been there.” Psychewave said darkly. He tossed the paper onto the table and climbed to his feet. He rubbed his hands down the front of his suit, pressing a wrinkle out of the material. “You know, I must thank you for this wonderful outfit. Your best work, considering the circumstances.” The circumstances being that she had a gun pointed to her head all night while she created the suit for him.
“It does not matter.” Edna spat at him. “How you look, or what you do. I know Violet and I know her family. They will not be stopped so easily. She will return and you shall go back to whatever pit you crawled from.”
“VANISHER IS BROKEN.” Psychewave shouted at her. He ran right p to the cage and grabbed the bars, yelling right at Edna’s face. “She will not return. And if any of her family get in my way, they will not survive.”
“Hold onto that fighting attitude. It’ll come in handy for the mission ahead.” A voice said behind them. Psychewave rose to his feet and stared at the source of the noise. Syndrome and his assosiates were walking into the room. Alpha and Omega stayed close to the wall, loyal soldiers waiting for their orders. Syndrome was sitting in his wheelchair being pushed by Shiba; Shibasaki Tasuya, a doctor who had helped Syndrome back from the brink of death.
Psychewave walked away from the cage and came close to his new business partners. Syndrome and Shiba sat at a table and Pychewave took his seat. “Vanisher is done and their symbol broken, the hopes of the people of this city will soon follow. With my return they would have pinned their hopes upon her. Now I have defeated her their hopes are cracked; now it’s time to completely shatter them.”
“Interesting.” Symdrome said. “What did you have in mind?”
Psychewave leaned back in his chair and knitted his fingers together. “There is nothing to stop the people calling on the other Super’s to save them; so we need to break the other supers and destroy the publics trust in them. I’m thinking a crime wave on a scale that Metroville has never seen. Everything; muggings, murders, car crime, burglaries, arson, assaults; everything that can be done must be done.” He rose up from his seat and smiled. “We employ everyone in the criminal underworld. Everyone from the petty thugs o the crime bosses. They will join us, create chaos in our name and bring this city to it’s knees. And when the Supers have fallen, and it seems like Metroville will be destroyed we will take our positions in power and call them off. The crime end and we will rule. The people will be more willing to accept us, knowing what carnage we could launch on a whim.”
“Interesting.” Said Syndrome. “And when we are ready to call off the animals, what makes you think we’ll be able to do so?”
“Because they will work for us and if they don’t work for us they will be destroyed. I daresay that your…” He glanced at Alpha and Omega. “Bodyguards, could handle a small gang of renegade car thieves.”
“I daresay they could.” Shiba said with a smile. She held Syndromes metal hand and gave it a squeeze. “And what kind of time frame did you put on these little coup d’état?”
Psychewave smiled and thought for a second. “I believe that if we have the entire criminal element of the city on our side, we could be in City Hall within three months.”
Syndrome and Shiba smiled at each other and Syndrome nodded. “Very well.” He said in as happy a tone as he could manage. “Very well. We’ll begin as soon as possible.”
“Good.” Said Psychewave. “I’m glad you feel that way. Because I believe you can prove the most useful in getting us started.”
“And what led you to that conclusion?” Shiba snapped. Syndrome held up a hand and she fell silent.
“You were a weapons designer. You obviously have a lot of underworld connections. A few of them must be here in the city.”
Syndrome nodded his head and smiled. Psychewave wished he wouldn’t, the sight of that scarred face and metal jaw smiling was stomach churning. “Smart move.” Syndrome said. “I’ll try and dig out my little black book.” He said, wheeling his chair backwards and across the room to his lab desk. There were a small stack of books and he began to root through them slowly.
“Excellent.” Psychewave muttered with a smile on his face. “Everything is progressing exactly as planned.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.” Shiba said to him from across the table. “We still to get these criminals on our side.”
“When it comes to obedience or oblivion, most people will cooperate.” Psychewave said, with slight anger in his tone. He didn’t like the idea anyone questioning him. His plans were perfect, he knew exactly what he was doing. Any one who dared question him was a fool, and a possible mutineer. “They will join us.” Psychewave spat at her. “I will see to it.” He stormed off, leaving Shiba staring at his back wondering if perhaps Psychewave was the sure victory that they had thought; anyone with such a temper could end up being a liability.
***********
Psychewave sat down in his room, thinking his own personal dark thoughts. He did not like to be questioned. He would let it go for now but if it happened too much then he would have to show less tolerance. He couldn’t have people questioning his strength.
*My son.*
If people thought he was weak then there would be no obedience when he ruled. There would be no respect and too much resistance. “I’ll have to stamp it out before it becomes a problem.”
*My Son.”
But he would let it go for now, just this once. But any more impertinance, a second sign of insurrection, just one, and he would finish it; by any means.
*My son.*
“What is it?” He snapped at the voice that wouldn’t stop bothering him. He froze and stared; standing in front of him, as real as life, was a woman that he knew very well indeed. The hair, the suit, he knew her so well; the woman who’d left him behind so long ago; his mother, still dressed in her Super suit, complete even complete with the mask. She looked at him, as if she was very disappointed.
“Mother?” He muttered in awe, looking at her with wide eyes.
*My son. You have profaned the name of two masks.*
He looked at her in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
*You bring shame to the word Hero. You have failed as a protector and as a activist.*
“Now just hang on. I’m…”
*You ally yourself with the forces of darkness to force upon this city the perverted form of a once grand vision.* His mother scolded him.
“No, I’m helping everyone.” He responded quickly, “Once I’m in charge I can change everything for the better.”
*You have lost your way. You are a failure. You are nothing.*
“LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU KNOW NOTHING.” He yelled at the top of his lungs, seeing red for an instant. The image of his mother vanished in the cloud of anger and he was left alone in the room. Psychewave fumed and growled a little to himself. How dare anyone question him. He would not tolerate his brilliance being doubted. Not eve by his own mother. He would complete his plan and they would see, they would all see, that he was working for the benefit of the whole world.
To be continued.
Englishwitch
Disclaimer: Disclaimer- I do not own The Incredibles, it is a Disney/ Pixar animation motion picture
Chapter 18- The scheming.
Psychewave read the paper with pride. The media hadn’t stopped talking about him for the last two days since he’d made his famed appearance. He sipped at a large cup of coffee and leaned back in his chair. Behind him he heard a noise of someone moving around and he looked over his shoulder. Edna was sealed away in a corner of the room, thick metal bars sealed her in place and she looked out at Psychewave with pure anger. Her hair was messed and her clothes were dirty. Psychewave smiled and looked at her. “Feel like reading the papers Edna?”
“Go to hell boy.”
“Been there.” Psychewave said darkly. He tossed the paper onto the table and climbed to his feet. He rubbed his hands down the front of his suit, pressing a wrinkle out of the material. “You know, I must thank you for this wonderful outfit. Your best work, considering the circumstances.” The circumstances being that she had a gun pointed to her head all night while she created the suit for him.
“It does not matter.” Edna spat at him. “How you look, or what you do. I know Violet and I know her family. They will not be stopped so easily. She will return and you shall go back to whatever pit you crawled from.”
“VANISHER IS BROKEN.” Psychewave shouted at her. He ran right p to the cage and grabbed the bars, yelling right at Edna’s face. “She will not return. And if any of her family get in my way, they will not survive.”
“Hold onto that fighting attitude. It’ll come in handy for the mission ahead.” A voice said behind them. Psychewave rose to his feet and stared at the source of the noise. Syndrome and his assosiates were walking into the room. Alpha and Omega stayed close to the wall, loyal soldiers waiting for their orders. Syndrome was sitting in his wheelchair being pushed by Shiba; Shibasaki Tasuya, a doctor who had helped Syndrome back from the brink of death.
Psychewave walked away from the cage and came close to his new business partners. Syndrome and Shiba sat at a table and Pychewave took his seat. “Vanisher is done and their symbol broken, the hopes of the people of this city will soon follow. With my return they would have pinned their hopes upon her. Now I have defeated her their hopes are cracked; now it’s time to completely shatter them.”
“Interesting.” Symdrome said. “What did you have in mind?”
Psychewave leaned back in his chair and knitted his fingers together. “There is nothing to stop the people calling on the other Super’s to save them; so we need to break the other supers and destroy the publics trust in them. I’m thinking a crime wave on a scale that Metroville has never seen. Everything; muggings, murders, car crime, burglaries, arson, assaults; everything that can be done must be done.” He rose up from his seat and smiled. “We employ everyone in the criminal underworld. Everyone from the petty thugs o the crime bosses. They will join us, create chaos in our name and bring this city to it’s knees. And when the Supers have fallen, and it seems like Metroville will be destroyed we will take our positions in power and call them off. The crime end and we will rule. The people will be more willing to accept us, knowing what carnage we could launch on a whim.”
“Interesting.” Said Syndrome. “And when we are ready to call off the animals, what makes you think we’ll be able to do so?”
“Because they will work for us and if they don’t work for us they will be destroyed. I daresay that your…” He glanced at Alpha and Omega. “Bodyguards, could handle a small gang of renegade car thieves.”
“I daresay they could.” Shiba said with a smile. She held Syndromes metal hand and gave it a squeeze. “And what kind of time frame did you put on these little coup d’état?”
Psychewave smiled and thought for a second. “I believe that if we have the entire criminal element of the city on our side, we could be in City Hall within three months.”
Syndrome and Shiba smiled at each other and Syndrome nodded. “Very well.” He said in as happy a tone as he could manage. “Very well. We’ll begin as soon as possible.”
“Good.” Said Psychewave. “I’m glad you feel that way. Because I believe you can prove the most useful in getting us started.”
“And what led you to that conclusion?” Shiba snapped. Syndrome held up a hand and she fell silent.
“You were a weapons designer. You obviously have a lot of underworld connections. A few of them must be here in the city.”
Syndrome nodded his head and smiled. Psychewave wished he wouldn’t, the sight of that scarred face and metal jaw smiling was stomach churning. “Smart move.” Syndrome said. “I’ll try and dig out my little black book.” He said, wheeling his chair backwards and across the room to his lab desk. There were a small stack of books and he began to root through them slowly.
“Excellent.” Psychewave muttered with a smile on his face. “Everything is progressing exactly as planned.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.” Shiba said to him from across the table. “We still to get these criminals on our side.”
“When it comes to obedience or oblivion, most people will cooperate.” Psychewave said, with slight anger in his tone. He didn’t like the idea anyone questioning him. His plans were perfect, he knew exactly what he was doing. Any one who dared question him was a fool, and a possible mutineer. “They will join us.” Psychewave spat at her. “I will see to it.” He stormed off, leaving Shiba staring at his back wondering if perhaps Psychewave was the sure victory that they had thought; anyone with such a temper could end up being a liability.
***********
Psychewave sat down in his room, thinking his own personal dark thoughts. He did not like to be questioned. He would let it go for now but if it happened too much then he would have to show less tolerance. He couldn’t have people questioning his strength.
*My son.*
If people thought he was weak then there would be no obedience when he ruled. There would be no respect and too much resistance. “I’ll have to stamp it out before it becomes a problem.”
*My Son.”
But he would let it go for now, just this once. But any more impertinance, a second sign of insurrection, just one, and he would finish it; by any means.
*My son.*
“What is it?” He snapped at the voice that wouldn’t stop bothering him. He froze and stared; standing in front of him, as real as life, was a woman that he knew very well indeed. The hair, the suit, he knew her so well; the woman who’d left him behind so long ago; his mother, still dressed in her Super suit, complete even complete with the mask. She looked at him, as if she was very disappointed.
“Mother?” He muttered in awe, looking at her with wide eyes.
*My son. You have profaned the name of two masks.*
He looked at her in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
*You bring shame to the word Hero. You have failed as a protector and as a activist.*
“Now just hang on. I’m…”
*You ally yourself with the forces of darkness to force upon this city the perverted form of a once grand vision.* His mother scolded him.
“No, I’m helping everyone.” He responded quickly, “Once I’m in charge I can change everything for the better.”
*You have lost your way. You are a failure. You are nothing.*
“LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU KNOW NOTHING.” He yelled at the top of his lungs, seeing red for an instant. The image of his mother vanished in the cloud of anger and he was left alone in the room. Psychewave fumed and growled a little to himself. How dare anyone question him. He would not tolerate his brilliance being doubted. Not eve by his own mother. He would complete his plan and they would see, they would all see, that he was working for the benefit of the whole world.
To be continued.