It was late. The red numbers 1:30 AM on the clock was practically burning into his retinas.
But he couldn't sleep.
There was too much on his mind.
He stared at the computer screen. On the screen there were 6 smaller screens - one for each room in the Parr household. Five of these screens were pitch black. They'd put the toddler to bed around 8, sent the obnoxious blonde teen to his room around 9, and the parents had gone to bed around 10. He'd come to memorize their schedules - eating and sleeping and waking up. He knew that night terrors for the toddler meant making sure the sheets were fireproof. The boy snuck past his parents easily to get out of the house at night. The girl kept to herself. And the couple laid in bed for 30 minutes, talking, reading, whatever, until they went to sleep. He knew their every move. He'd been watching them for months. If anything out of the ordinary occurred, he took note. He knew all their little ticks.
Except for her.
The girl.
She was closed off, harder to read, which made him tantalizingly interested in her. What was her secret.
What could she be hiding? There had to be something or someone that was the key to her undoing, her weakness.
He watched her more closely than the others. The others' days played over like broken records, but she was different.
And tonight, at 1:30 AM, she was wide awake.
And since she was, so was he.
She'd become his obsession. She intrigued him. He knew everything about her.
Violet Parr.
Age 19.
Birthday was August the 19th.
She was 5'7" and weighed roughly 115 lbs.
She was a vegetarian.
Had no close friends to speak of, or at least none that she ever brought to the house.
No boyfriend.
She went to bed at 10 every night and woke up between 8 and 9.
He could call her every move before she did it.
But this...
This was out of character.
She was wide awake in the middle of the night.
He leaned closer in his chair, tapping his fingers quickly on the arm of the chair.
"Do something..."
He spoke quietly.
For nearly an hour she hadn't moved, just sat in her bed, knees to her chest.
Finally she stood up.
He sat up as he watched her.
She paced around her room a little bit, picked up a journal off her desk and began to write.
Where was the zoom on this thing?
What was she writing?
She wrote furiously for about 30 minutes before shutting the light off and going to bed.
He watched her for another 30 to make sure she wasn't going to get up again.
He let out a breath and sat back in his chair.
Things were changing. The time of action was growing closer. He could feel the window of opportunity.
He knew that the time for revenge was coming. And he would get it.
And it would start with this girl.