The Super Babies - Part 1 (9+)

Rotta and Greg Hecks have a baby, unaware of the powers he possesses. Finally they abandon him, but he is adopted by the police and trained to be a superhero. Baby Intelligence is born. He promises to train other babies who have unusual powers, knowing there ARE others. The S.M.S.B. is born! On top of it all, the darkest force their town has ever known may be returning, and more powerful than ever. Now it's up to Baby Intelligence to defeat them once and for all.


13. Sebiscuits' Choice

Mr. Stupid NoHead got up and walked over to Sebiscuits. "You indeed have importance," he said calmly. "This is it. Become my apprentice. Learn to harness the dark side."

He looked different now, and sounded different. But the difference made it easier for Sebiscuits to be different, too. To say what he had been aching to say. "It's worth that and more. I will do whatever you...say. You can use my power in any way." Did I just rhyme?

"Good!" said NoHead, smiling.

"Just please, be my friend." I can't bear to live without knowing someone loves me. I just can't!

"The S.M.S.B. is a powerful force," NoHead said, trying to hide his excitement. "I have not defeated a single member. But if you help me...power and revenge shall be ours!"

Sebiscuits knelt before him, and said the words he was waiting to say: "I pledge your mere grip."

"Good! Good...You are strong in the dark side, my friend. You are destined to become a great NoHead. I dub you my student, ally...and friend."

"Thank you...Master."

As Sebiscuits rose, NoHead walked over to the secret compartment behind his desk. There he used his telekinesis to grab a robe. Sebiscuits watched as he put it on.

"You must sense what I have come to suspect," NoHead said, looking down toward his crooked hands. "Peter's motives will surely change in time." He reached for his hood.

"I agree," said Sebiscuits. "He will take over." To his surprise, hood and all NoHead looked just as wicked as he did scarred.

"The SMSB is simply on a quest for greater power," NoHead replied. "You deserve it more."

Ya think? "Of course they are. And thanks."

"We must move quickly," NoHead said, faking a slightly panicky tone as he turned toward the broken window. "If Peter succeeds, we will surely die. And I will fail to keep my promise to you." A moment later, he turned back toward Sebiscuits. The time has come at last. "First, I want you to go to the police station. We will ambush them! You know what to do."

Sebiscuits knew. He wants me to massacre them. That I can do. "I do."

"Only then can you prove yourself worthy," NoHead replied boldly.

"What about the police on duty around town?" Sebiscuits wanted to know as he followed NoHead over to his desk.

"Leave them to me," he replied as he sat down. Sebiscuits remained standing. "After you have killed all the police in their station, go to the MBH. If they are not there, use your tracking device. As my friend, we will both rule! We will rule the world side-by-side..." He suppressed a smile. The time for revenge had come at last.


Mr. Stupid NoHead stood alone in the laboratory. Sebiscuits and a battalion of robots had left to complete their mission. He scowled slightly under his hood. He sensed that his new ally wasn't as fully committed to the dark side as he should be. Well, destroying all the police and the SMSB members would definitely tie him toward his true identity.

Now it was time to deal with the rest of the police. The frown vanished, replaced by a smile of anticipation. Reaching out, he keyed a code into his hologram projector, and waited.

A small hologram of a blond-headed boy popped up.

"Human Replica 113," NoHead said. "The time has come." After years to come, the time for revenge has come at last. "Wipe out the police!"

"Gladly, sir!" the replica said, and nodded. The image winked out.

Mr. Stupid NoHead keyed in the next frequency, and another armed replica appeared. Again and again, he repeated the same words to his replicas all around the town. With every message, his faint smile grew.

He leaned back, picturing the scenes all around New York. Police on duty, helping assailants disguised as children, being gunned down by replicas from behind...he could sense it happening, but not in detail.

His only regret was that he couldn't be there personally to watch each of them die.

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