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 36- The final battle

It was the tallest and grandest building in the city, and the only one that hadn’t sustained any form of damage. It had to be the HQ of Psychewave. Violet ran quickly to the building. She had to take him out for the good of the world.

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Psychewave sat back in his chair and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Reports were finding their way too him and none of them were good. How could everything be falling apart like this? It was impossible. His scheme was perfect, it couldn’t possibly be failing. He was destined to bring the great change to the world, how could the Super’s be stopping him.

And now he was getting rumours that Alpha and Omega had been killed. It was impossible. He wouldn’t trust the words of the street criminals. Untrustworthy the lot of them.

But there was one rumour that was hard to dismiss. The whispers of a nameless fear, an unseen creature wandering the streets and taking down criminals everywhere. It couldn’t be true. This was one story he would not accept. “It can’t be true. I broke her.”

He rose from his seat and started to pace around the room. He looked out of the window at the city. Thick plumes of smoke were rising all over the place. It was hard to imagine that somewhere out there everything he had spent his whole life working toward was being ruined.

The door to his office burst open. He whirled around and stared at nothingness. But that didn’t mean he was alone. He readied himself to unleash his powers and listened hard for a sign of even the quietest footstep.
“Vanisher.” He whispered angrily. “I know you’re here.”

He flew off his feet and a pain shot across his chin. He fell onto the floor, sliding along the floor. Violet shimmered into view as she lowered her leg to the floor. The skills Mirage had taught her had proven more than useful. Perfect stealth as she moved across the floor, she hadn’t been detected by Psychewave at all until she had kicked his face. She stayed visible just long enough for Psychewave to see her and know it was her and no other that was here to bring him down. She shimmered out of sight again and started her silent movements around the room. An invisible target was nearly impossible to hit, but an invisible and moving target could never be touched.

Psychewave climbed to his feet and looked around. It was her, she was the reason everything was being ruined. Once she was out of the way again he would succeed. Forget humiliation, this time he would kill her.

Psychewave clenched his fists and fired out powerful telekinetic waves. The marble floor exploded in huge chunks that flew up into the air. He spun them around in a solid tornado of masonry. Violet dropped herself to the floor. Her suit was perfectly bullet-proof but her face wasn’t, a sliver of the marble sliced a long gash into her cheek. She could feel the hot sting of blood running down her face. More of the chunks of the floor bounced off her back and got caught into her hair. She couldn’t act like this; Psychewave would take her face off.

Closing her eyes and trying to ignore the noise of the tornado. She needed to focus her mind and create a force field bigger than any she had ever made before. The air crackled with electricity, blue sparks danced around the walls. Psychewave looked left and right, wondering for half a second what was going on.

A force field wrapped around the room, encasing the churning stonework. Violet shrank it down, until the chunks of marble were packed tightly together in a sphere the size of a car. Violet jumped to her feet, still silent and unseen, and kicked the force field straight at Psychewave. It flew like a giant cannonball at him but the guy didn’t even blink. He sent it flying sharply to the right. The marble/force field combo shattered through the giant windows. Violet released the force field and the marble rained down onto the ground below. She spun and raced at him, whipping her leg up and kicking Psychewave across the other side of the face. Psychewave fell to the floor again, spatters of blood flew out of his mouth and spattered across the surface of what remained of the floor. He fell and landed roughly on the floor and rolled hard to get himself back on his feet. He roared at the top of his lungs and flew upwards from the ground. He was tiring of fighting an opponent he couldn’t see. He flew out of the hole in the window and upwards toward the roof. Violet knew what he was doing. By taking the fight outside he could fly freely. He might not be able to see her but she wouldn’t be able to use any of her physical attacks against him. But she knew something he didn’t, she had other tricks up her sleeve.

She ran from the room and up the stairwell. The roof was only one floor up. Not only had Psychewave put himself into the tallest building in the city but also the top floor of the tower; he was lording over everything.

Vanisher kicked down the door and burst onto the roof. The solid concrete floor exploded beneath her. Violet jumped and rolled hard, narrowly avoiding being thrown up into the air by a cats whisker. Psychewave was getting a little more cunning, he couldn’t see her but he knew where she’d probably be standing when she came onto the roof, so had exploded the whole area with his telekinesis in the hopes he would catch her. But her highly trained reactions had held out. Now it was her turn.

Violet silently rushed o a corner of the roof and concentrated on Psychewave. He suddenly started screaming and fell from the sky, clutching his sides in agony. He rolled around on the concrete roof sounding like his insides were being torn out; which wasn’t too far from the truth. Violet was creating a force field inside his body and was slowly expanding it, pushing all of his vital organs around. Not enough to cause any permanent damage and certainly not death. But it caused him more than enough pain to keep him incapacitated. Violet never would have dreamed of using such extreme measures on anyone else, but Psychewave was a special case and needed such methods.

Violet slipped a very special gadget out of the pocket of her suit. To put it at it’s most basic, it was the tracking device Edna had installed in all the Parr family’s suits; with a few small modifications thanks to Mirage. One of the modifications being a small booster to the device so the signal could be picked up by any radio, not just the special device that her parents held. It was now a small black box with a tiny red button and yellow light mounted on top. With the city under martial law there would be soldiers listening for any odd signal. With any luck they would be flying in to capture Psychewave within the hour. She pressed the button and the light started to blink.

Psychewave rolled around and clawed at his chest through the suit, trying in a primal way to get the agony out of him. With a powerful roar the concrete cracked around him, a telekinetic tidal wave exploded out. Deep cracks cut into the concrete, and some chunks went flying into the air. Violet screamed and shimmered back into sight, clutching the side of her head. Blood trickled through her fingers and lying at the side of her was a sizable chunk of concrete the size of her fist with a small spatter of blood on it. Her focus shot to hell her invisibility and force field were both dropped.

Psychewave rolled up to his feet, he was still in pain but the chance to really attack Vanisher was an excellent motivator. He reached out with his telekinesis and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up from the ground. Vanisher kicked and struggled but there was no way to release yourself from hands that didn’t exist.

There was a slight sense of déjà vu running through her panicking mind. Psychewave had done this to her the last time. She remembered how she had escaped the last time. She surrounded herself with a powerful force field and Psychewave’s telekinesis was locked out. She dropped down to the roof again and faced him, still surrounded by her shield. Psychewave growled and used his power to punch the force field it rippled and bent and knocked Violet off her feet; it had to be an immeasurably strong blast. The force field dropped and she lay on the roof of the building, momentarily drained by the effort.

Psychewave flew up into the air again and slammed his telekinetic fist across Violet’s face. She cried out and rolled several feet along the roof. Psychewave grabbed her again and tossed her head over heals, slamming her, back-first, onto the solid concrete. “Weak.” He muttered in a disgusted tone. “Weak before and weak now. Weakness is for losers. There is no place for it in this world. Only the strong can survive. LOSERS DIE!”

He threw her up and slammed her down again, on her front. Vanisher gasped out as the air was pushed from her body. Going invisible wouldn’t matter now, Psychewave had a grip on her whether she was in sight or not.

She was flipped again and slammed hard onto her back. It took all of her will not to scream, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her in pain. She reached out her arm and tried to trap him in a force field. It formed and looked like it was about to trap him but Psychewave threw his arms out and shattered the field as if it were made of glass. Shards of energy flickered and died in the air.

It couldn’t end like this, not after everything she had been through. She couldn’t and wouldn’t end with Him winning.

Psychewave flipped her upwards again and she surrounded herself with a force field. As she crashed down onto the roof the concrete around her cracked but she wasn’t hurt now. Was she dropped the shield she was on her feet and shimmered out of sight. She leapt silently to the left and ran to a safe distance to the other side of the roof. She had to try harder than before to stay silent but she managed it.

Psychewave looked around and roared in rage. She had escaped him again. But she was somewhere on the roof. Vanisher would not run away now. His eyes darted left and right and he saw it; a few small drops of blood landed on the floor from nowhere. He punched out with his telekinesis and Violet flew backwards and shimmered into view again. She gripped her sides, feeling like a sledgehammer had just hit her chest.

Psychewave landed on his feet and paced toward her slowly. Violet tried to get to her feet but Psychewave grabbed her with his telekinesis, tighter than ever before. She could feel him like a vice gripping her windpipe she couldn’t breath and large red blobs danced in front of her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to call up a force field to protect herself. Her brain was burning and all her thoughts were shattered and random. She could almost feel the bones of her neck straining against the pressure of his telekinetic grip. He wasn’t going to stop until her head came off her shoulders. Her vision was going grey.

The door to the roof burst open. Psychewave dropped his hold over Violet and she fell still and limp, coughing, trying to suck air back into her lings. Her vision swam but the person who had just arrived was unmistakable.
“Shifter?”

Shifter, looking more fearsome than he ever had before in his full seven foot werewolf form, didn’t hesitate for more than a heartbeat. He kicked himself up and launched at Psychewave, tackling him roughly, knocking him off his feet and over the edge of the roof.

Violet scrambled to her feet and rushed to the edge. The two Supers spiralled downward rapidly toward the ground. Shifter was clamed on tight, holding Psychewave close to his body. “NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO. SHIFTERRRR.” She screamed at the top of her lungs, ignoring how it hurt her throat. Despite herself, she hoped Psychewave would fly, saving himself and dragging Shifter and his iron grip along for the ride.

Shifter wrapped his strong arms around Psychewave’s small body and bit into his neck with his huge teeth. Psychewave cried out as the fangs pierced his flesh. It hurt too much. The pain and the confusion of spiralling downwards was too much, he couldn’t focus on his telekinesis. Shifter dug his claws into Psychewave’s arms, more pain, more distraction. “Let me go. You idiot.” He screamed. “You’re ruining everything. My vision. My vision must…”

But he got no further as both Supers, still held together in the tight embrace that had carried them all the way down, landed hard onto the streets of the ruined city.

Violet stared at the two still shapes, so close they could almost be one. Tears flowed down her face. She tore off her mask, as if that would change the sight before her. Where had he come from? How had he found this place?

She threw her head back and shriek like a banshee, a deep and primal roar that was the only way to express how she felt at that moment.

On the horizon and getting closer with each second were military helicopters. Down on the ground she saw army jeeps. They had got her signal, they had rushed to action, but it was too late. She had lost a part of the very thing she had been fighting for; the people she cared about.

To be concluded.