"..." Speaking

'...' Thoughts

(...) Authors Note

This story was inspired by Prats 'R' Us fic Twisted Fate and it is consequently dedicated to them, Daffy and Scribble.

Disclaimer: If I owned it would I be writing fan fiction?

Violet Shriek

Chapter 1: Breaking Point

"He's getting away Bob, we have to do something. We have to something now!" Helen screamed as Syndrome soared up through the hole he had blasted in the roof. Jack-jack clutched under one arm. Bob, Violet and Dash chased Helen outside as they watched Syndrome fly towards his awaiting plane.

Jack-jack cried reaching out for his mother and family back on the ground. Suddenly Jack-jack felt angry. He turned to look at the flame haired, masked Syndrome before bursting into flame.

"AHHH!" Syndrome yelled as his hands were burnt through his gloves. Suddenly He plummeted, pulled down by Jack-Jack who had turned to lead. Managing to regain control of his flight Syndrome continued his upwards struggle against gravity. He looked down at the baby clutched in his hands again as he neared his plane when the Jack-jack started to vibrate. Puzzlement turned to fear and pain on Syndromes face as his captive turned into a red demon and proceeded to pound on him.

"We have to throw something!" Helen yelled at her husband.

"I can't I might hit Jack-jack." Bob said with evident fear for his youngest son's wellbeing.

"Throw me." Helen said softly as the idea struck her.

Jack-jack ripped out some of Syndromes hair and as he clutched his head in pain, Jack-jack leap down and ripped of one of his flight boots causing him to career in to the plane and Jack-jack to fall, returning to normal as he did so.

"Bob, throw me!" Helen screamed at her husband as she watched her baby fall.

Bob grabbed Helen up and, holding her like a spear, threw her towards his falling son. Helen catching Jack-jack as held him before stretching into a parachute to float safely to earth.

"Yah, woo." Syndrome exclaimed as he managed to fly up with one boot and land on top of the wing of his floating plane. "This isn't the end of it! I'll get your son eventually! I'll get your son! Hahahahaha!" Syndrome started to laugh as he ranted. Then "Oh, no." he exclaimed eyes widening and shoulders slumping at the sight of the oncoming car hurled by Mr Incredible.

The car impacted with the front of the sting-ray shaped plane with a small explosion as the gas tank of the car ruptured. The explosion shook the plane and knocked Syndrome off his feat, landing with a thud on the wing. He felt a sudden tug on his cape pulling him backwards. Glancing back Syndromes eyes shot open in fear as he saw the jet engine sucking him in. Scrabling at the smooth metal of the wing and making panicked whimpers syndrome suddenly screamed as his cape was caught in the turbine and tugged him. His voice was quickly cut off as he vanished in a red mist causing the plane to exploded as the self destruct program was accidently activated by the shredded controller.

"Look at money honey, everything's okay." Helen crooned to Jack-jack as they were caught by Bob. Just as they landed the flaming wreckage of the plane crashed down on top of them. The house and property vanished in a small mushroom cloud. (Not a nuke but that's what it looks like to me in the movie.)

As the dust cleared Bob, Helen and dashed looked up from the huddle they had made out of instinct to see themselves protected by Violets force barrier.

"That's my girl." Helen said softly. Violet simply smiled.

"Does this mean we have to move again?" Dash asked mournfully.

Looking round at a small sound the Parr's gaze caught a small boy on a trike. "That was totally wicked!" the boy cried.

6 Months Later (3 months after the movie ends.)

Life was begging to look down Violet. She in her fourth week of her fourth year at high school (I'm assuming she's 16, Dash is 11 and Jack-jack's 2-3.) and she had a steady boyfriend in Tony. Both these things were great but that didn't change the fact that over the summer her parents had left her out more and more of their super hero work. At first they had rotated between Dash, Helen and Violet looking after Jack-jack when they were needed. But for some reason her parents seemed to decide that Violet wasn't that useful to them, or was maybe even a liability.

Violet sighed as she sat on the bus on the way to school. 'Why don't they appreciate me? I mean I can turn invisible and create shields, not the best attacks I guess but the best offence is a good defence right?' Violets thoughts continued in this vain till the bus arrived at school.

Hoping off the bus Violent looked around for Tony who normally met her as she got off the bus. He hadn't for the last week though so it was no surprise when he didn't greet her with his normal "Hey Vi." in that sweet accent of his.

Violet sighed whilst she still liked Tony he'd been getting a little more distant lately. She couldn't understand it, he said he still liked her, hell he'd even said he loved her about a month ago. But over the last week he hadn't spent as much time on her and had pulled out of their date on Friday. Violet was miffed and a little scared at what was happening. "Don't worry Violet, he still likes you, it's just maybe he wasn't ready to say I love you yet, yeah that must be it." Violet continued to pep talk herself like this in an undertone as she headed with the mass of students towards the school entrance.

Looking up for a moment to apologise as she bumped into someone Violet froze, the apolgy dying unsaid upon her lips. She simply stared. She couldn't help it as tears began to form in her eyes as she looked on. There was Tony, her boyfriend, making out with another girl, not doing anything to hide it. Violet's lip trembled with the effort of not breaking down. Flowing round her like a river round a rock some students looked at her curiously, some sadly nowing what was wrong and many smugly. They hadn't liked that goody-two-shoes miss perfect grades much and thought the goth girl didn't deserve Tony anyway. Not that she was really goth, Violet naturally had black hair and liked dark clothes and listened to heavy metal. So what? But she got labelled a goth anyway.

Breaking for air Tony looked up and saw Violet stareing at him, her eyes showing nothing but hurt in her eyes. Feeling slightly guilty he made a move to go over to Violet but was stopped by Angela, the pretty cheerleader pulling him back down to lock his lips with hers. Any thoughts of going to talk to Violet, and maybe explain, wiped away by the sweet tongue dancing with his.

Violet turned and fled after seeing Tony start towards her only to be stopped by another kiss. Tears streaming from her eyes she pushed her way through the thinning throng and began running down the side walk, satchel bag bouncing of the hip of her tight black jeans. Folder clutched to her chest as her white shirt bearing the slogan Wishmaster Nightwish Violet sobbed as she continued to run home.

Reaching her home some thirty minutes later Violet burst into the house and rushed into the dining room where discarding her folder and bag she threw herself into a chair and collapsed sobbing onto the table.

Helen rushing in after hearing the commotion and door slam saw her daughter sobbing at the dining room table. Helen sat down next to Violet and put and arm around her daughter pulling her into a hug as she continued to sob over her broken heart. "There, there Violet. Everything will be okay." Helen whispered kissing her daughter on the forehead as she gently rocked her.

When Violet had calmed down a bit Helen asked "What's wrong Violet?"

"Tony he, he..." Violet took a deep breath "He was kissing another girl and when he saw me he just kept on kissing her." Violet started to sob again and Helen began rocking her again. Helen remembered her first heart break, it hadn't been easy but she'd got over it. She knew it would help to keep busy and not just mope.

Just the Dash wondered in to see what all the commotion was about. He was off school with a head cold. "Hey Vi what's with the water works?" he asked, his muffled by a blocked nose.

Helen shot Dash a glare at his insensitivity. Just as she opened her mouth to reprimand her eldest son she stopped. Coming over the radio they had tuned to the police frequency was news that there was a hostage taking at a bank.

Helen sighed and released her eldest child. Placing both hands on her shoulders she said "I'm sorry Violet but Dash and I have to go. We'll be needed to help the police with those hostages and I need you to stay here and look after Jack-jack"

"Can't I go Mum? Dash is sick! Why should he get to go?" Violet pleaded through tear filled eyes.

"I'm sorry dear..." Helen tried only to be cut off by Dash.

"Face it sis, when it comes to a fight, Jack-jacks more helpful than you are." Dash then whizzed up the stairs despite his illness to get changed.

Violet looked at her mother to contradict what her brother had said. Fresh tears leaked from Violets eyes when Helen only sighed before heading upstairs to get her costume too.

Violet remained at the table as she heard her brother and mother leave the house to go off and be what she wanted to be, super heroes.

'So that what they think of me? That I'm no good? That I'm useless? What about all those times I helped them on the island and with the robot? Nor the fact I saved them when Syndromes plane crashed on us.' with these depressing thoughts Violet slowly made her way up to her own room, across the hall from Jack-jacks who was sleeping quietly in his cot.

Violet reached over to the top draw on her bedside cabinet and pulled it open. Almost reverently she pulled out a small white box. Placing it in her lap she opened it to gaze at the reflective silver contents it held. The store keeper had only looked at her sadly when she'd gone into buy these and Violet now realised that she must have realised the purpose they would be put to. Rolling up her sleeve Violet picked up one of the small, steel razor blades. She gazed at her Violet eye, for which she had been named, in the polished metal surface for a moment before placing it to her arm.

Hissing as she drew the blade quickly across her skin, once, twice, thrice Violet then turned to stare at the crimson trails seeping down her arm. She felt a great sense of power and relief from such a simple act. It proved to her she was strong, she was tough, that she was in control of at least one thing in her life even if it was her pain.

After gazing at her bleeding arm for around 5 minutes Violet cot up and went to the bath room where she disposed of the used razor and cleaned up her slashes. The numerous white lines upon her pale arms testifying to how often she had fallen prey to her own dark thoughts.

After checking on Jack-jack Violet flopped down in front of the TV channel hoping and waiting fr hr family to return.

It was around 5 in the afternoon when Dash and Helen came back home. Apparently they'd gone to town after saving the hostages at the bank and had stayed to meet Bob as he left work and caught a ride home with him, not that Dash really need it.

"Hey Mum. Hey Dad." Violet called softly from the living room as their voices reached her from the hallway along. Dash blurred his way onto the couch next to Violet and promptly stole the remote. Changing the channel from the concert Violet had been watching he quickly flicked to cartoons before leaning back to watch.

Getting up in disgust Violet marched out to confront her parents.

"Mum, Dad." Violet said as they stood discussing the hostage taking in the hall way. "We need to talk."

Helen sighed and pulled Bob into the dining room. She'd know this was coming from th moment Dash let slip the comment she'd made to him when he'd asked why Violet was always the one who stayed home now.

The argument raged for around half an hour. It finished rather abruptly when Helen called Violet a liar for saying she was as good as any of them.

"Violet I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Helen tried to fix the damage she had done.

Violet simply stormed out eyes streaming at the hurtful words her parents had uttered.

"Just give her some time honey; she needs to be alone right now." Bob soothed wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders. Neither of them had noticed the fresh cuts that frequently appeared on Violets arms nor the layers of scar tissue that had formed over recent months. The only person who had was Dash and he thought nothing of it.

Storming up to her room Violet skimmed out of her clothes and struggled into her super suit. Grabbing a black hoody to hide the noticeable i emblazoned on the front Violet pulled it on over the top. Pausing only to grab the white box of razor blades she marched back down stairs and out the front door slamming it behind her as she left heading for the park. The bloody rock on symbol on the back blazing between the words Cradle of Filth Nymphetamine.

Violet reached the park and sat down on a bench beside the main path winding through the lush park. Pulling out a single blade again Violet admired the light reflecting of its gleaming edges and marvelled at the feeling of power it gave her.

She was so entranced watching the single strip of metal that she didn't notice the group that had inadvertently come upon her whilst cruising the park.

"Well if it isn't your ex Tony." one boy laughed as he spotted Violet.

"Oh, um, hang on a moment guys." Tony said looking up and breaking his hand hold with Angela. Angela sighed as he made his way over to the loony goth.

"Hey Vi." Tony intoned softly.

Violet looked up startled drooping her precious razor. She just sat there mouth partly open, hardly believing her eyes at seeing Tony standing so casually in front of her.

"I'm sorry Vi but I just can't see you anymore. Your just to moody for me. I'm sorry." and with that he turned away and went back to Angela and their friends as they made their way away from Violet along the path. A few of the jeering back at her as they left. Violet just sobbed, tears freely falling down her face as Tony's words cut her to the core.

Grabbing up her white box once again, Violet ran into the undergrowth. She kept running, getting scratches on her face and neck hair falling from behind her ears to hide her face once again.

Finally stopping by a small stream Violet sat down and lent back against a tree. Eyes streaming at all the heart ache she had felt in one day Violet tore her clothes of and grabbed at the box, spilling much of its contents on the soft grass by the stream. Scrabbling for a moment she held up and new blade, the light catching if for a moment and making already appear as if it had let flow the crimson tears.

It an almost frenzy Violet pulled the blade again and again through her soft skin. Both arms weeping from around a dozen slashes each before she finally stopped. Breathing heavily it suddenly became so clear to Violet what she had to do. 'Ive reached my breaking point.' Placing the blade against the inside of her wrist Violet breathed out preparing herself for the void.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." A male, echoy and strangely tinny voice called out softly.

Violet froze as her eyes darted about for the source of the voice. Her eyes glued to the left suddenly and she slowly turned her head to see the outline of a person crouching in the shadows cast be some bushes, his form unidentifiable in the now fading light.

"Who, who are you? What do you want?" Violet whispered as she adjusted her grip on the razor but didn't remove it.

The figure rose and stepped softly into the small patch of dappled light Violet sat in on the bubbling stream bank. A large strong hand clasped the top of Violet's hand holding the razor blade. The Strange pale yellow metal, and yes Violet identified it as such despite it being soft and warm to the touch because of the strange sheen and unmistakable metallicness of the, for want of a better word, skin of person. Looking at his face as he, for it was defiantly male, crouched beside her she noted the twin ebony orbs he for eyes, about as large as humans eye would be with no eye lids, his skin that same soft gold. His ears were present but strange in that there insides were completely smooth, no ridges at all. And his hair rose in impossibly sharp, clumped metallic spikes, the light running along their sharp edges.

"Who are you? What are you?" Violet said in awe and a little fear as she felt the gentle yet unyielding touch of her saviour.

"What am I? Suffice for now that I am a friend. As for who? I am called Shriek." Shriek said with a smile gently removing the hand holding the razor from her wrist as he shuffled round to crouch directly in front of her.

"What do you want?" Violet asked, her name sake eyes widening in the beginnings of terror as he gripper other wrist.

"Want?" Shriek questioned his smile never leaving his lips, his expression one that would be used towards a spooked animal to try and calm them.

Releasing her wrist Shriek placed one hand on Violet's shoulder whilst he wipe her tears off her check with his thumb, despite his hands being covered in her blood.

"I want to help you." Shriek said gazing into her violet eyes with his own ebony ones.

Violet's arms went limp as she began to cry in earnest again. Quickly pulling her up Shriek wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her as she cried on to his firm yet surprisingly warm chest considering all he was wearing was a pair of long charcoal grey shorts. Although she barely responded to his touch Shriek continued to hold Violet as day slipped into dusk the dusk into night. Long after she had spent all her tears Violet stayed in that embrace feeling comforted and oddly safe held with Shriek's metallic arms. They both gazed up as the stars slowly came out and a crescent moon graced the skies with its pale light. They stood thus watching the heavens slowly spin till Violet felt her eyes closing. The last thing she remembered was Shrieks strange voice saying soothingly. "It's alright now Violet. I will help you now my..." and with that the world faded into darkness.

Wow, that flowed a lot easier than I thought it would. So guys what did you think? I hope I managed to capture the emotions well. All well only you can tell me that. Hope you all enjoyed and please review.

P.S. The names a play on Violent Shriek, meaning scream.

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