The Supes

Chapter 3: The Pedophile

Jess's POV
    "Sir, they have returned!" exclaimed Seth.
"Fantastic! Are they alone?"
"Yes, sir they are. The parents just left for lunch. Sir, why are we going to kill the parents?"
"Because you idiot they will interfere with everything if we let them live. I have already explained this. Just have Pete put a bullet in each of their heads, kidnap the children and get the hell out of there."
"Why exactly would we kill the parents? They have abilities as well right?"
"Your questions are irritating me Seth."
"Sorry sir."
"Do you not remember what happened five years ago when we did that? That was a disaster. Besides, children are much easier to manipulate than their parents."
"So, I guess I should send Pete in."
"Yes, you shit head." the man said now finding Seth even more irritable.
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We stepped into our tiny, brick apartment which we had only lived in for a short while. As we put our backpacks down, I noticed the lights were off which was odd because our mom works at home. We found a note on the table.
Went out for lunch with your dad. Be back in an hour. Also, a cable guy is coming to fix the TV.
Love, Mom
I glared at her, "In addition to screwing up the the power you broke the fifth member of our family?"
"Changing the subject. I'm hungry. What are we going to eat? The fridge is empty?" Sarah asked.
"We do what the cavemen used to do."
"What's that, and why are you looking off into the distance like an idiot?" asked Sarah.
"I'm not. I'm looking at the diner right across the street from our apartment where you can get takeout."
I gave Sarah a head start on her homework and went to Lenny's across the street. When I returned, we chowed down on some Italian subs (our favorite) and I started my homework. Within a minute I was done with my homework and the subs. An hour later, Sarah finished her's and we settled on the couch to watch TV, which we remembered had short circuited after I hurtled the TV remote at a wall, thinking it was broken. Now it was.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I bolted to the door and looked through the peephole. It was the cable guy. Cautiously, I opened the door. He was a very large man with a blue shirt that said Pete's Cable Company. I attempted read his nametag which was hard to do because it was buried in his manboob.
"Your name is," I squinted,"Pedophile?"
Sarah let out a giggle.
"That's Pete Ophile, kid. Can't you read?" he growled.
"Can't he go to the gym?" Sarah whispered into my ear.
Pete walked past us, clearly pissed off, and over to the TV. He bent over and started to work. It was worse than watching a plumber because not only could we see his flab, but his ass hanging out of his short shorts as well. Sarah almost threw up.
"Allright. That should do it." he said as he was packing up.
I looked back at the note and realized that mom forgot to put a heart next to her name.
She always does that.
Then I noticed the part about the cable guy was in a slightly different handwriting than the lunch part of the note. Pete handed me a paper.
"Here, take this form." he said, "Have your parents sign that when they get back from their lunch date."
Sarah and I both looked at him.
"How did you know our parents are out for lunch?" Sarah asked now summing up our suspicion about the stranger in our house...well living space is a better word.
"I, uh..." he stuttered.
He dashed for his toolbox, slipped a gas mask on and pulled out a gun. Sarah immediately tried the one skill she had mastered which was shooting small bolts of electricity out of her hands on Pete. He grabbed a wrench out of his toolbox to throw at us, after he miraculously absorbed the bolt of energy into his stomach without even acknowledging any sort of pain.
"Who brings a freakin wrench to fix a TV?!" Sarah asked desperately trying over and over to take the man.
"It's not just a wrench!" he retorted as he pushed a hidden button on the wrench.
Suddenly, gas started streaming out of the TV.
"Cover...gasp your...mouth gasp...Jess!" Sarah ordered clutching her throat.
"Why are you saying the word gasp?" I asked back.
"It's...gasp...an anxiety...gasp...attack!"
"What?! Isn't that a panic attack?!"
"No! Yahoo Answers said...gasp...that they're...gasp...totally different." Sarah yelled as she collapsed onto the floor.
After our brief argument, I put up my force field but the gas only went around my sorry excuse for a shield. Instead, I just put my force field down, held my breath and began throwing some speed punches at him. Although, my dad had given both Sarah and me self defense lessons, my punches kind of sucked because he didn't even flinch. In fact, he was absorbing my hits just like he absorbed Sarah's electricity as if he were some sort of sponge. He picked up my limp sister by her ponytail and placed her over his shoulder. I kept punching him and punching him, but I was starting to lose consciousness. Pete walked towards the window and threw Sarah through it. With great difficulty, I tried to make it to him from the stool at the island, but the gas made me buckle to my knees.
"Ready to go to sleep ya little terd?" Pete Ophile said in a baby tone as he picked me up by my head with his massive hand.
"Put her down!" screamed a familiar voice.
My mom and dad hurtled themselves at him, but were also affected by the gases. Then, we heard a robotic voice coming from our TV.
"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven."
"Time to go." Pete roared as he ran surprisingly at a fast rate towards the window.
"Four. Three. Two. One."
There was a beep and then a loud kaboom as if someone had planted fireworks in my ears and lit them off. I saw my parents engulfed in a cloud of fire as I was launched out the window. Then, everything went black.
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HEY GUYS!
What's gonna happen to them?
If you are actually worried about the well being of these characters, then thank you.
One more thing. On neverlandmeg's account this was the most popular chapter. If this was just because the title was called Pedophile (I found out I had accidentally spelled that wrong , but it's fixed now.), then I'm hoping you guys just thought it would cause them to have a tragic back story of getting molested. If not, then I hope you don't have a white van and live near a school full of small children.
Oh God! There's a white van outside my house right now. Like I'm not just writing this. There's a legit white van that just suddenly stopped outside my house. Wish me luck that I don't get molested. Gotta' go.
SUPES OUT!