"We should tell him." Helen told her husband as she pressed her glasses back. She was getting older and needed glasses for almost everything. Her oldest child was married with a couple of kids, and her middle child was in college, and now she was with her husband, raising their youngest child as they were discussing family business.

"We should, my parents did to me to at this age," Bob, her husband, agreed. He then went to the stairway and called upstairs the loudest voice he could. "Jack! Could you come downstairs? Your mother and I wanna talk to you about something important!"

A click was heard upstairs and Bob saw the closed-door to his youngest child's bedroom was shut. Suddenly, the boy emerged from his bedroom, he was almost ten years old, only nine now. He wore a red hooded jacket with the hood up over his curly scarlet hair matching his mother's before she aged and had his hands buried in his pockets with orange shorts and white sneakers. Jack came downstairs and followed his father to the kitchen to sit across from his parents.

"Jack, there's something your mother and I would like to talk to you about," Bob cleared his throat, trying to soothe his voice and not sound overbearing with his little boy. "As you know, you have superpowers like your sister can go invisible and your brother has super speed. Have you chosen a power you would like to keep into your adulthood?"

Jack froze, raising an eyebrow. "You mean, I can't keep them all, Dad?"

"No, Jack," Helen answered for her husband. "We are all given various powers by birth, but as we get older, we all must choose a power we master on our own and we use it to defend ourselves against enemies."

Jack didn't like the sound of that. He crossed his arms and put his feet on the table, even though his mother always told him to never do so. "That sucks!"

"Jack Johnson Parr, do not use language like that!" Helen scolded.

"Well, it does, Mom!" Jack snorted. "I don't wanna keep just one measly power when I can do whatever I want like turn into metal, catch myself on fire, grow demonic... It's all just too awesome to give up!"

"Jack, listen to your mother," Bob scolded, gently. He never had the same parental spine his wife did. "Violet mastered invisibility when she was no more than two years old, Dash found out he loved super speed when he ran races at recess as a kid, your mother did gymnastics and ballet, so she got flexibility, and I got super strength. You have to pick one power, then you'll join us and become the next hero of our town."

"Hero? You mean, like a superhero?" Jack sounded insulted.

Helen and Bob glanced at their baby of the family.

"Well, yeah," Bob shrugged, unsure of why he would question that. "We've fought evil all together ever since you were a baby."

"Oh, yeah," Jack smirked in remembrance. He was only a baby, but he remembered that he was babysat by Violet's friend, Kari and he spent most of the time tormenting her. It was the most fun he had ever had with someone watching over him. He then remembered that he was taken under the care of Syndrome who tricked Kari into thinking he was a replacement babysitter. Syndrome was a nuisance to the family, but Jack actually thought he was pretty cool, then he remembered something he wanted to tell his parents about this conversation. "Mom, Dad, I have a confession to make... I... I don't wanna be a good guy..."

"WHAT!" Helen stood right out of her chair.

Bob looked agape at him. "You... What?"

"I don't wanna be the good guy," Jack explained. "It feels wussy just being the good guy, doing the right thing, I just wanna be cool like those villains we face!"

"Cool? You think those villains are cool?" Bob demanded.

Jack nodded, honestly.

"Jack, those guys tried to kill you and your brother and sister," Helen tried to get him to reconsider. "Those guys tried to kidnap you to raise you to be evil, those guys tried to destroy our city, those guys nearly killed your father's best friend, Lucius!"

"Mom, I don't care about that kind of stuff, I just wanna be evil!" Jack argued.

"Jack, if you think you're going to be a super villain, you disgraced your family name!" Bob scolded.

Jack groaned, rolling his blue eyes. "I knew you wouldn't understand!" He then kicked the chair over and stormed upstairs to his bedroom.

"Jackie?" Helen wanted to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Leave me alone, Mom!" Jack grumbled, storming to his bedroom, slamming the door.

Bob and Helen flinched at the door slam. They then eyed each other, wondering if they were too rough and not understanding of Jack's wishes. They also couldn't believe that while they were fighting evil with Violet and Dash when he was a baby that their baby boy was torturing poor Kari.

"Maybe we were too rough on him..." Helen whispered.

Bob swallowed hard and slowly nodded. "Maybe... We should go talk to him..."

Bob and Helen held each other, then went upstairs. They gently knocked on Jack's bedroom door.

"Jack, can we come in?" Bob asked, dryly.

No answer. The Parr couple looked at each other, feeling worried.

"Jackie, come on," Helen said, knocking on the door, then opening it. "We're very sor-" she then gasped.

Bob gasped too. Their son's bedroom was completely empty. The window was open and the wind was howling that cold night. Where could their son had gone? Would he still be alive?

A/N: Where did Jack go? I dunno right now, but if you would like to know, then read & review if you would like me to continue this or not. This is based on a conversation I had with my friend Taylor during our journalism class once we heard that The Incredibles is finally getting a sequel. I don't own any characters, if I did, there would already be a sequel done and maybe a third movie on the way. I hope you enjoyed this, just leave me a review if you would like more, the more reviews I get, the more I'm likely to review :) No flames though, I will not tolerate those.