The Path of Redemption

The Incredibles: The path of redemption.
Englishwitch
Disclaimer: Disclaimer- I do not own The Incredibles, it is a Disney/ Pixar animation motion picture

Chapter 31- conversion.

Lucy jumped in shock as fingers rapped on the glass of her bedroom window. Her bedroom was on the third floor of the apartment block of their building. She was instantly calmed when she took a glance at the source of the knocking. The red suit was instantly recognisable; the blonde hair, blue eyes and athletic body only confirmed the recognition. “Dash.” She said with relief. She rushed over and slid the window open. He climbed inside and the two of them hugged tightly straight away. They kissed, feeling heat and electricity flowing between them as their roving hand explored each others bodies. When they parted they both had identical smiles of their faces.
“Are you ok?” Dash asked, his hands came to rest on her hips. She looked tired and more than a little upset. She looked like she’d been crying a lot recently. Lucy nodded her head, but Dash didn’t believe her.

Several weeks ago, Dash had saved Lucy from a couple of wild teens who were getting more than carried away. If he hadn’t come along…neither of them wanted to think about what could have happened. But out o the terrible situation they had found something good, with each other. They were now a couple and Dash visited Lucy whenever he could, which wasn’t often; once a week if they were lucky. Lucy did understand, the city was in chaos, gangs of criminals were roaming the streets. It wasn’t safe to go outside anymore. Lucy and her family hadn’t been able to escape before the deluge of convicts washed over the city and now they were trapped. Hers was one of thousands of families that were hiding out in their homes, just praying that they would escape unharmed.

“It’s just scary.” She admitted. “all that stuff I keep hearing. Is it really that bad out there?”
“It’s terrible.” Dash admitted. He sat down on the edge of her bed and peeled his mask off is face. He rubbed at his eyes, they were heavy. He hadn’t slept properly in so long he couldn’t remember any more. “The only good thing that’s happened is when Syndrome was caught. You remember me telling you about him?”

Lucy nodded and sat on the bed by his side. “He kidnapped your dad and attacked the city with that giant robot. I thought you said he was dead?”
“I thought he was.” Dash admitted. “He’s alive but not much to look at. Turns out he was working with Psychewave all this time. My dads been trying to get him to spill some secrets all week, but he’s saying nothing.” He lay back on the bed, laying still and just enjoying the moment of peace. It had been days since he’d even lay on a soft bed. Lucy lay down and rested a hand on his chest. He enjoyed having her so close to him. Her hand moved lower experimentally. Dash knew where it was going but said nothing. He was tired, but not so tired that he wanted her to stop. While one hand moved downwards, Lucy’s other worked at the zip to the super suit, easing it down slowly to reveal his firm chest and athletic form. He had the beginnings of a six pack starting on his stomach, it wasn’t just the super suit that showed he led an active lifestyle. Her hand reached his crotch, the first stirrings of arousal were already there. She could feel him growing hard under her palm, the soft organ increasing in length as her gentle touch brushed him through his suit. Dash smiled and bit his lip as her fingers brushed his cock.

The two young lovers broke apart, desperate to rid themselves of there clothing, which suddenly felt far too tight for both of them. Dash jumped up to his feet and tried to tear his suit away from his body. Lucy pulled away her sweater and popped the button on her skirt, throwing it away across the room in Dash’s direction, so he knew just how undressed she was while he was fighting against his own clothing. He was jumping around now, trying to peel it away from his legs. If she wasn’t so worked up it might have spoiled the mood. But her own young pussy was so worked up that she would hurt Dash if he suggested stopping.

Dash kicked his suit off the end of his foot and turned to face his girlfriend in time to see her finish undressing. Lucy pulled off her tee shirt slowly, teasing Dash by slowly revealing her body to him. She lifted her tee shirt up enough to reveal just the base of her breasts, then dropped it down to hide them again. She smiled, even giggled a little as she knew what she was doing to him. His cock was rock hard, she could see the veins throbbing along his shaft. She rubbed at her breasts through her clothing, giggling when she saw Dash’s eyes widen. She dropped her knickers down to the floor, kicking them free, sending them flying at Dash. He grabbed them and gave them a quick sniff. A wonderful scent that made his pulse race. Lucy’s bare pussy was hidden by the hem of her tee shirt. She turned her back on him and lifted her arms to show some of her bare ass. Dash growled in frustration, she was driving him nuts with her little performance. His dick was begging for release but it took all of his will not to touch himself, he was trying his hardest to save himself for her.

Lucy smiled and bit her lip, lifting up her tee shirt slowly and surely. She kept her back to Dash, slowly revealing her bare ass, bare back; the skin smooth and soft like a peach. She was a little pale from being inside for so long, but this only added to her beauty. His own perfect porcelain doll.

Dash couldn’t stand it any more he rushed across the room and grabbed Lucy roughly. He pulled at the tee shirt, it ripped but he didn’t hesitate and tore it away from his girlfriend, tossing the rag onto the floor. He pushed Lucy, perhaps a little harder than he meant to, she fell onto the bed and looked up at him with a smile on her face, she kind of liked this forceful treatment. Dash climbed onto the bed placing himself over her. His hand moved down to between her legs and brushed against her pussy. She moaned softly and closed her eyes for a second. She was so wet down there and her lips were hot against his fingers. He rubbed her clit between his fingers; she moaned breathlessly, tilting her had back.
“God Dash, stop teasing. Fuck me.”

Dash positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He brushed the tip of his cock along her slit, Lucy twitched and her breath shook through clenched teeth. Dash himself bit his lip as tingles of pleasure ticked his head. Lucy spread her legs wide for him, growing desperate for Dash to enter her.

Dash slid himself slowly into her folds. Her tight hotness hugged his member with a soft embrace. Lucy grasped as he filled her, stretching her insides with his big rod. It hurt but the pleasure quickly outweighed the pain once he began to move. Lucy put her legs around his waist, tilting her head back and moaning softly as Dash’s cock brushed against her sensitive insides; the tingles of pleasure starting to build up into powerful waves, rushing through her body. Dash thrust harder into her twat, her ecstatic moans increasing his own pleasure.

He pulled back a few inches, to the point his head was about to pop out of her, then rammed it back as hard, making Lucy yelp in delight. He pulled back again, teasing her with his slow movements brushing along all of her folds. Just before his head was about to pop out of her he thrust his hips until his cock was buried to the base and his balls bounced off her tight little ass.

Lucy screamed and Dash leaned forward to kiss her. Their tongues danced and wrestled with each other and they both moaned ecstatically. Lucy ground her hips in time with Dash’s thrusts, feeing crashing tsunami’s of pleasure rushing through her core.

As Dash continued his humping he reached one hand down and grabbed her breast, tweaking the hard nipple between his fingers; Lucy bit her lip and gasped when a bolt of delight raced through her. But his fingers just as quickly abandoned her tit and slid even further down to her hot, wet, pussy and pinched her clit. Lucy arched her hips, pushing Dash’s cock deeper into him, she actually lifted him a couple of inches. “Fuck.” She gasped. “Do that again.” Dash grinned and rubbed the tiny nub of nerves between two of his fingers. Lucy threw her head back, moaning and gasping breathlessly with each stroke. Her limbs twitched, her legs wrapped tighter around her boyfriends waist.

Dash increased the speed of his thrusts. Fire burned through all of his muscles, a pressure was building up in his body. He was getting so close.
“Oh God, I’m gonna cum.” Lucy wailed, she sounded like she couldn’t catch her breath. Her words trailed off to a scream of pleasure and she closed her eyes against the explosion and lights that shattered her head. Her whole body was consumed with fire and she groaned with delight as the feeling of orgasmic satisfaction filled her head. She felt the walls of her pussy tighten around Dash’s cock. He groaned through gritted teeth; the sudden tightness threw him over the edge. He cried out, feeling a hot rush as his load fired into Lucy’s tight wet pussy. She felt it spreading through her insides and felt deeply fulfilled. Dash thrust a few more times, shooting out the last few spurts of cum into Lucy. His strength suddenly fading he came to a stop and rested laying on top of her, feeling the heat from her body and the sweat between them. They both tried to catch their breath and Lucy could feel Dash’s cock slowly softening inside her tight pussy.

Slowly he moved off her and lay by her side, very close because it was only a single bed. His arm lay across her chest, a hand playing with her small breast. Lucy wiped some of the sweat from her face and looked at Dash lovingly. He returned the look with just as much passion. “God I love you.” Dash said.
“I love you too.” Lucy said. Her hand rubbed along his muscular chest. Dash looked down at her naked body and sighed.
“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked lovingly.
“Saved my life.” Lucy said with a giggle. Dash nodded.
“That’ll do it.” He laughed.

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Helen Parr, in her full Elastagirl costume walked into the base the military had set up in the centre of the city. A few soldiers nodded to her, one or two saluted. She ignored them all and went straight into a small office. Captain Macintyre, who was leading the troops during this time of martial law, was already inside and waiting. He spent most of his days in here, he liked to know what was going on in his base. Three more soldiers were sitting and looking at many television monitors, each one showing a different image from a security camera that was placed in certain strategic areas. One of which was in the prison department, pointed right at Syndrome’s cell.

Mr Incredible was standing in front of the cell, not saying anything, just staring at Syndrome. Bob had been doing that for the last three days, for how long Helen didn’t know.
“How long today?” Helen asked as she looked at the image of her husband. The captain looked at his watch.
“Three hours so far today. Six yesterday. He just stands there, neither one of them move or say a word. It’s beginning to creep out my men.”
“Syndrome knows many things that could help us against Psychewave.” Helen responded. “Bo- Mr Incredible thinks he can find a way to get him to talk.” Helen had caught herself just in time to stop saying her husbands real name.
“A way unused by our best interrogators?” Macintyre asked indignantly. Helen shrugged her shoulders.
“I don’t know his methods.” She admitted. “But he’s convinced he can do it.”

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Bob stood with his arms folded across his chest. He stared unblinking into Syndromes eyes. Syndrome sat on his bunk and returned the look. Bob had come by every day for the last five days and had done this. At first he could only stand to be in the same room as Syndrome for just an hour. Now he had a record of six and hoped to top that today. He was showing Syndrome that he was not going to leave him alone. That unless Syndrome spilled some secrets he was going to have to put up with looking at Bob, the person he hated most in the world, every day. But for the moment Syndrome had been as still and silent as a grave and had just stared with the same unblinking intensity that Bob was sending his way. Bob wouldn’t be the first to speak, Syndrome had to be the one to break.

He got his wish. Syndrome had grown tired of Robert just standing there every day. He detested the very sight of the man. Why wouldn’t he get the message and just leave him alone? It wouldn’t be so bad if he begged him, tried actually asking him for something; pressing him for answers. But he didn’t, he just kept staring at him. Those eyes, dear god, those eyes. Forever unblinking. With a growl of frustration he finally spoke. “I’m not going to tell you anything Incredible.” He spat. “So you can stop with all this crap.”

Internally, fighting hard to make sure it didn’t show on his face, Bob smiled. Now that Syndrome had spoken first he could begin his true work. He would have gotten no where if he had just come in and used this speech but because he had shown the patience he had caused Syndrome to beg for him just to say anything. It was like a combination of Chinese water torture and solitary confinement. Bob was obviously there to get some answers to questions and yet he was doing nothing but sitting there in total silence, doing nothing that was expected of him as an interrogator. Syndrome might have the mental strength to resist a barrage of questions, perhaps even torture, but how could you defend yourself against nothing? The anticipation of those unasked questions was the thing that had cracked Syndrome in the end. His statement was his way of saying ‘why aren’t you doing what you’re supposed to do?’

Bob came close and leaned against the bars of the cage. The hard stare was gone and now he appeared to be very sincere in what he said next. “You once told me that all you ever wanted to do, was to help people. You wanted to be a Hero.”
“That stupid kid died a long time ago.” Syndrome spat. Bob sighed and rubbed at some stubble on his face.
“I hope not.” He said calmly. “Because we need your help now. Syndrome,” He forced himself to use the name. “you have that chance now, to be that hero you always wanted to be. You might remember me as the man that destroyed your dreams. But I remember you as my biggest fan. A bright eyed, intelligent, happy, passionate and dedicated kid who just wanted to show the world what he had and use it to make a difference.” Bob dropped to one knee so that he was truly at eye level with Syndrome. “I think that kid is still in there somewhere; buried underneath all that metal and hate. Still wanting to make that difference. So please. Buddy, Incrediboy, Syndrome. Whatever you want to be. Help us.”

Silently Bob rose to his feet and walked away, his footfalls echoing off the walls as he moved. Syndrome watched him leave, but as soon as the Super was out of sight his eyes dropped to the floor and he sighed heavily.

Helen met Bob as he left the prison area. The two of them embraced and kissed. Helen looked over his shoulder at the closed door. “Did you get what you were looking for?” She asked Bob.
“I hope so.” Bob said, glancing at the door behind him. “We’ll have t wait and see.”

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They didn’t have to wait very long. Extraordinarily, just twenty minutes later, Syndrome was calling out for Mr Incredible to return and speak with him. Bob complied, followed by Helen and Capitan Macintyre, who couldn’t believe that Bob had made Syndrome talk just by staring.

Syndrome sat with his arms folded, and had a strange look on his face. Helen and the Capitan hung back, they didn’t want to seem like they were crowding him in case Syndrome decided he didn’t like the company. Bob approached the cage cautiously, very nervously. “You have something you want to say?” He asked in a strangely quiet tone.

Syndrome looked up at him and nodded his head. The rage and anger that used to be in his face and eyes hadn’t entirely vanished but it had been diluted somewhat.
“Psychewave’s will has turned to madness.” Syndrome said solemnly. “What began as a plan to take over the city had turned into a strike against the world. He doesn’t care about control anymore, only chaos. He will reduce this city to rubble and defeat each and every one of you.” He said looking at Bob, Helen and the captain in turn. “Then he will spread to another city and begin all over again. He killed your daughter, he thinks he’s unstoppable now.”
“Vanisher is not dead.” Helen snapped.
“As good as.” Syndrome responded cruelly. “Alive or dead she’s in no state to fight against him.”

Helen opened her mouth to argue, but Bob interrupted, trying to keep things on the subject at hand. “What about that big guy working for him? Covered in metal?”
“Omega.” Syndrome muttered. He did work for me, but Psychewave turned him against me. I built him to defeat you. You don’t stand a chance against him Incredible.”

Bob swallowed his anger. Syndrome was helping them, let him get out a couple of insults. “What’s Psychewave’s plan Syndrome?” Bob pressed. “What is he going to do?”

Syndrome sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, he could feel a headache coming on. “You just don’t get it Incredible. All he wants is unmitigated chaos. No scheme, no grand plan, no ticking clock or death-machine waiting to roll. He’s just going to level this city down to rubble and take you all down doing it.”

To be continued.