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Prologue

"ARGHHHHH NOOOO!!!" screamed Syndrome as he was about to be chopped into tiny little pieces by the engine of his own jet. His revenge had failed in the worst way possible, he shut his eye's, preparing for the pain, but it never came, gingerly he opened his eyes.

"Argh!" he screamed in a high tone pitch, the blades had stopped spinning, he was an inch from certain death.

"Grab my hand if you wish to live," a calm voice said from beside him, rolling over Syndrome saw an outstretched hand coming towards him, with no second thoughts he latched onto the limb, he felt the hand grasp his in a tight hold. He was saved. The failure that had befallen him along with the amount of energy he put into his plan, came crashing down upon him as his eyes rolled forward. He had lost consciousness.

Syndrome's saviour looked at him with mild disgust, before picking the unconscious villain up, he looked towards the Incredible's his gaze stopped on his target, he eyed her seeing her hand pointing to the plane, her mouth open in mid scream. He turned back towards the engine, using his free hand he pulled a small ball looking object from his cloak and tossed it into the engine; he turned for one more glance at his target, before restarting time and disappearing from sight.

Violet screamed, for a split second she could swear that she saw someone floating by the engine, for an instant she felt a soul crushing fear come over her, it was much stronger than the one she felt with Syndrome. On pure instinct she threw a force field around her family seconds before the air jet exploded taking their house and all their belongings with it.

"That's my girl," Helen said to Violet once they had realized that they had been saved by one of her force fields.

"Please I can do this!" Violet pleaded. Once again the Incredibles were needed to save the day, and once again Violet was put on Jack-Jack duty.

"I know you can honey but....well....Vi your powers are defensive and...." trailed off Helen as she tried to quickly calm her daughter down.

"Face it Vi, when it comes to fights, Jack-jack's more useful then you," Dash said finishing off his stretches.

"Dash!" Helen scolded the younger boy.

"What? It's true!" Dash said defensively ducking as his mother tried to swat as his head. Helen turned towards Violet who was looking at her mother, her eyes pleading her to tell her it wasn't what they really thought.

"Honey...sigh, look we'll talk about this later ok?" Helen asked, Violet looked towards her dad hoping he'd come to her aid. Bob saw his held his daughter's gaze for a few seconds before turning away.

"Come on, we're wasting time," he said before running out of the house to fight whoever villain it was that needed defeating. Helen turned to look at her only daughter before following after her son and husband.

Violet didn't bother saying good bye, it was like this all the time and she was fed up. She was an outcast at school after Tony had viciously and cruelly labelled her a loser and an outcast in her own family. The loser of the pack.

"They don't even know what I can do," she whispered sadly to herself. It was true, they didn't know what she could do, they didn't know about her school life, and they didn't know about the endless hours of training Violet put herself through just so she could be accepted by her family. She didn't feel like a daughter, she felt like a maid.

Over the past eight months Violet's power had progressed dramatically opening new skills for her to use including levitation and the ability to shield something thirty feet away from her, even her strength and speed had increased. Ok she wasn't as fast as Dash or as strong as her father, but she was pretty close. She had managed to accidently punch a hole through a brick wall and was even capable of following Dash's movements with her eyes, giving her the advantage in a fight with her younger sibling. She even trained herself in martial arts, taking classes for it before having to give it up and begin teaching herself. For the small time she had been in the martial arts group, she had been a natural correction she was a natural and had quickly progressed from a newbie to passing all of the tests with flying colours making her a black belt in little over four months. Her sensei had called her a fighting genius, able to spot peoples weaknesses and break past their defences without breaking a sweat. The girl was also a tactical genius and could finish a game of chess in three moves. Not that it made any difference. She was still on baby patrol and it didn't look like her parents were going to let her prove herself anytime soon. She sighed before picking Jack-jack up from his spot on the floor where he had fallen asleep.

She caught sight of the skin on her arm, where faded scars sat. Scars from self inflicted wounds. She had managed to stop the habit a little while after the battle with Syndrome, realising that it was a weakness. She always trained her weaknesses until they stopped being weaknesses altogether. Her mind was sharp as were her skills.

After putting Jack-jack to bed, she decided to sit down and watch some TV, hoping to catch some sort of sign that her parents and brother were ok. An advert came up for the Incredibles action figures. She wasn't one of them. Even Jack-jack had an action figure. Was she that useless? She felt tears sting at her eyes, it was obvious that her family thought she was useless, she sighed before turning the TV off. She decided to finish off her homework, hoping to occupy her mind, it didn't last, she finished within minutes. She wasn't top student for nothing.

Putting away her work she decided to check on Jack-jack, it was late afternoon and he would need feeding soon. However her plans were put on hold as out of nowhere a fist suddenly embedded itself in Violet's stomach, sending her flying across the room and into the dining room table. On pure instinct she rolled to her left, the fist aiming for her head narrowly missing her.

She jumped up and turned to face her attacker. Her eyes widened, her attacker didn't seem human, it looked more like a walking shadow, oh how right she was, she didn't know it but the thing that attacked her was a shadow, a shadow with red unforgiving eyes. She could hear Jack-jack crying upstairs, probably having awoken when she was smashed into the now destroyed table. The noise caused both her and her attacker to look up at the source, meaning that they were both looking at the ceiling. Looking back at her attack Violet decided that she need to get to her brother and made a dash towards the stairs only to be flung backwards by the thing that attacked her. Without thought she threw up her shields around the last place she remembered seeing Jack-jack, hoping that he was still in his crib and therefore safely protected from whatever stood before her.

Without giving her the chance to get up the thing charged at her, grabbing her by the throat. Violet kicked out, causing the grip around her throat to loosen before falling away as she kicked out again at the same spot.

Jumping away from the creature she assumed a fighting stance, waiting for the thing to make its move, to her surprise the thing opposite her assumed a fighting stance too before charging at her with magnificent speed. But as already stated, Violet was a natural at fighting, and managed to block and Parry every move the thing threw at her, even landing a few attacks of her own.

Jack-jack's screams became louder, though the two fighting hardly noticed, that was until the boy let out a mighty wail.

"Jack-jack!" Violet screamed as a surge of worry hit her, but that moment of distraction let the creature land a might blow on the girls chest, she heard something crack and felt it break, making her cough out a bit of blood as she fell to her knees. But she didn't care, she needed to get to Jack-jack.