Invisibility. That was Violet's power, but for some reason it had become a trait. So as she crept around the theater following the GPS tracker, she didn't even have to use her power. The people simply didn't see her. She couldn't blame them. Her parents and teachers had been the same way, looking through her, but never really caring enough to see her. Violet could not remember when it had started, only the day she first realized that she, Violet, was the only person able to change it.

10 years ago...

The car slowed to a stop. Violet lifted her head, peering through her deep purple curtain of hair out the window. A large gray box of a building loomed behind a daunting wired fence. Violet glanced at her brochure. Kids smiled happily back at her under a logo that read: HAAPY: Harnessing the Abilities and Attributes of Powered Youth. Have a HAAPY day!

The car rolled through the open gate. Violet began to fidget with her gage.

"This is your HAAPY supervisor speaking, HAAPY campers take your glutes and line them up with a bunk!" A large man's booming voice resounded through a horn. He didn't look very happy to Violet.

"Trust me, this change of scenery will stop all that... behavior," her overly bubbly guidance counselor assured her. Her parents were too busy glaring at each other to even comment. Her parents had been arguing about what Violet should do over the summer. Her father had wanted her to spend the summer working, while her mother had wanted her to go to a lax summer camp. So naturally, they chose neither.

"Go pack your things, Vi," her mother said, eyes never leaving her fathers.

Funny how somewhere over the last six months they had stopped asking her for her input. She got out of the car and followed the stream of unhappy campers to the barracks.

Violet set her suitcase down on the cold white linoleum floor. She unzipped it and began throwing whatever she could get her hands on toward the door. She sat down on her bunk and finally let the tears come out.

A hand rested on her shoulder. She raised her head and was met with striking green eyes. A girl with deep red hair smile down at her.

"Hey... Hey... I'll give you the top bunk if the bottom is such a problem," the girl said. Violet forced a smile. The girl wrapped her arms around her. "Tell the witch girl what's going on."

"It's my birthday."

"Well, have a HAAPY birthday," the girl said using the general's harsh voice.

Violet was invisible then and she was invisible now. She glanced back at a guy with a cap. He sat awkwardly with his chest jutted forward. She walked slowly over to him and reached for the zipper on his jacket. She did it cautiously, so he wouldn't notice. Inch by inch. Violet bit her lip.

"Bomb! Everyone get out!" The lights went up and a blur of red and yellow zipped through the theater. Everyone began screaming and running to the nearest exit. Violet looked back and the guy with the cap had already begun to leave the the theater.

"Wait," she yelled. It was no use. Everyone was screaming and rushing. No one would listen to her. The crowd was pushing her further away. She felt the bodies suck her in. Somehow she tripped and all of a sudden feet were on top of her, crushing her into the ground. The GPS fell out of her hand. It was followed by a loud crunch. She crawled to an open door.

The bathroom's linoleum tiles welcomed her. As she sat there, the gravity of the situation hit her. Everyone had evacuated. The bomber hadn't been found. The GPS was destroyed and they still had two more bombs to locate. Dash burst in.

"Did you find him?" he asked. His blond hair was swept back.

"Does it look like I found him?" She bit back.

"No need to get snippy."

"Snippy? The bomb is about to go off any second and thanks to you we have no chance of finding it. This is the perfect time to get snippy!" Violet yelled, pushing herself to her feet.

"Like your method was working any better. The bomb would have already went off by the time you found the bomber!"

"So you decided to yell bomb in a crowded theater?!"

"To save those people's lives!" Dash yelled back.

"Yeah, well who's gonna save the bomber's life?" She gestured to the crushed GPS. "All you did was cause a panic. Hell, I was even scared, and I'm practically invincible."

"We can still find it," Dash said in a small voice. They were silent.

The sound of crying penetrated the silence. They both turned to the handicapped stall. The crying continued.

Dash looked to Violet. Violet nodded. Dash kicked down the door. In the corner, next to the toilet was Trikey. His auburn hair was plastered to his face with sweat. Tear tracks ran down his face. Dash moved to hug him, but Violet stopped him with a force field.

"Let me handle this," Violet said. She walked closer to Trikey. He scooted away.

"Bomb," he said.

"I know. I'm here to help," she spoke in a soothing voice. Trikey seemed to accept this and shut his eyes. Violet observed the bomb jacket. Bombs were laced on his chest and back. There were a lot of wires that she didn't know a lot about. She began forming a force field around the bomb, careful not to include any of Trikey. She only wanted the bomb. She moved her hands up. The jacket moved from around Trikey's arms and lifted from around his head. Soon it hovered above their heads. Dash darted in and grabbed Trikey. Violet compressed the later a bright flame encompassed the force field. Violet let the field go.

"It's done," she said.

"Shit," Trikey said. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. They fanned him as they ran outside. Dash laid Trikey down.

"You think you can make it?" Dash asked. Trikey nodded.

A bell chimed. One. Two. Three. Four. Five times. 5 o' clock.

"We're going to have to split up," Violet said. "From what I remember, one is in the graveyard and the other is in the hospital."

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Dash suggested. He won. "Hospital."

He whisked away. Violet headed the opposite direction, toward the cemetery. She knew exactly where to go. Mirage's funeral had only been yesterday.