10"Hey officer, my baby son just killed about five of those men that worked for my wife's kidnapper," Bob screamed at the phone, while carrying a crying Jack-Jack. "They tried to kidnap us and...I don't know where he got those from. He may have gotten seriously angry and...I don't...I don't..."
"Sir, calm down," said the officer he was talking to. "We'll send the police to discover the bodies and figure out where these guys are from."
"That's not important at the moment! I want to know how my wife is doing and HOW MY YOUNGEST KID HAS THE POWER TO END SOMEONE'S LIFE!" Bob was beyond angry and scared all at the same time. He didn't want his son growing up to become some murderer.
"It is unknown on how a super gets their powers," the officer told him.
"WELL MAKE IT KNOWN OR I'M GONNA LOSE IT!" Bob shouted.
All the shouting made Jack-Jack's crying even louder and worse.
"CAN YOU STOP SCREAMING?!" Violet shouted.
Bob hung up the phone and handed Jack-Jack to Violet. "WELL IF YOU HAD A BABY THAT CAN KILL SOMEONE HOW WOULD YOU FEEL?!"
"WELL I WOULDN'T BE SCREAMING MY ASS OFF LIKE THE WORLD IS ABOUT TO END!" Violet shouted, not meaning to curse.
Bob glared at her. "You better not say a curse word ever again!"
"Or what? Ground me while my mother is missing?" Violet scoffed.
"Listen dad, I don't think he'd ever hurt us! He saw those men as a threat and he hurt them!" Dash came out of the room.
Bob looked down. "But he could become a murderer. If he realizes that he has killing powers at the age of 4, he could think that it would be some fun thing to do."
"Uh, it's pretty simple dad. Tell him NOT to kill people?" Violet firmly stated.
"It's not that simple Violet!" Bob said. "Parenting is hard work, especially parenting kids with superpowers! You'd understand when you have kids!"
"We'll help you!" Dash offered.
They suddenly heard police sirens from outside their house. Bob ran out with his kids following him. He grabbed Jack-Jack from Violet and showed the officers his baby. "This is the baby," he said. "The men are inside my daughter's room."
The officers went inside the house and analyzed the five dead bodies, along with the other five that were knocked out. A detective took a picture of all of them.
"Their faces seem to have blown up," the detective said. "The blood seems to be coming out of the back of their heads and their face feels very squishy."
"You have to get rid of these powers!" Bob pleaded. "There has to be a way! There's a way to erase memories so there must be a way to erase someone's powers!"
"Guys!" one of the officers, who was exploring the body, called. "This logo...I think I may know who's responsible of this."
"OWWW!" Helen screamed, as Rickles shocked her with an electric shocker.
"This is what happens..." He shocked her again on the arm. "When." Another shock. "You speak." Another one. "Badly." Shock. "Of your master."
"YOU- OWWWW!" Helen let out a loud cry as her body was full of pain. "ARE-OWWHOWHOWHOW!" She let out another scream.
"I'm a what, huh? Say it, I dare you," Rickles told her threateningly.
Helen didn't want to get another shock so she didn't say anything, except little cries.
"You learned your lesson...slave?" Rickles muttered.
"I'm not...your slave," Helen said while panting and tears coming out of her eyes.
"Oh really?" Rickles shocked her on her neck which was the most painful spot. Helen screamed while moving around. She couldn't do anything about the pain since she was tied up. She began bawling in agony.
"I'm gonna ask you this again, SLAVE." Rickles said. "Have you learned your lesson?"
Helen was gasping and panting as she slightly nodded.
"Answer me...VERBALLY," Rickles got louder.
"YES...YES...YES!" Helen couldn't speak straight because of how she was feeling right now.
"Good," Rickles smirked. "Untie her, gentlemen. Put her back in her chair."
The white men untied her. When they grabbed her arms, she felt like Jesus after being whipped all over his body. It felt like bruises were all over her body. She was extremely weak, felt like she was close to death. She couldn't do anything about what was happening to her. Her wrists and ankles got restrained as she was close to passing out.
All of a sudden, she heard a baby crying. She saw a man running in with a bag that seemed to be trying to escape. "I did it professor! They actually thought I was part of their group!" He was dressed as a police officer.
"Very good," Rickles told the man, very pleased. "You got the baby, right?"
"Yes sir!" the man said. "I drugged him so his powers don't work!"
"Put him to sleep," Rickles told him. "This guy could knock down this whole laboratory."
"Yes professor!" The man took off the police outfit to where he was in his white suit. He grabbed a syringe and drugged the "baby" that was in the bag. The bag then stopped moving. The man opened it and got the baby out of the bag.
It was Jack-Jack.
