AN: So. This is a new story that's been bouncing around my head since about chapter two of When The Day Met The Night. I've revised the plot many times and have finally decided what's going to happen, and I just got around to typing chapter one. It's going to have lengthier chapters than most of my stories, but it'll be nothing compared to most of the Synlet writers around... but yeah. Anyway. I don't own The Incredibles, no matter how much I wish that I did. Otherwise there would be a sequel. Maybe it would go something like this.
Violet found herself on her hands and knees, breathing heavily.
"You passed," her mother said, similarly out of breath. "Go on to the next room, E's waiting for you."
Violet stood and smiled weakly at the woman who had raised her to be the hero she now was, standing triumphantly, having passed the test that allowed her to be considered an individual Super. She turned the doorknob and found the old friend of the Parrs waiting on the other side. "Dahling, you've just gone through probably the vhorst training you'll ever experience, and you still look mahvelous."
"Thanks, E," Violet replied, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Now what…?"
"You vhill see," Edna replied with a grin. She led the young Super through a hallway into another room. "Since you passed zhe test, you get a special somezhing from me in addition to everyzhing you'll be getting from your family." She presented Violet with a small bundle of clothing, deep purple and white visible on the Supersuit Violet had just been handed. "Zhis signifies your independence from your family, and it looks much better on you, dahling."
"Thanks!" Violet replied happily. Edna showed her to a changing room, where Violet began putting on the costume to show her family.
"Have you thought of a new Super name?" Edna asked. "You can't go on as Incredigirl anymore, you're on your own now."
"Erm," Violet started, having some difficulty with one of the stark-white boots, "give me a minute."
"You haven't thought of anyzhing?" Edna asked, aghast.
"Yeah, I did, but I'm having a little trouble here." She fell to the ground and finally jerked the boot on. Grabbing her indigo mask and placing it over her eyes, she unlocked the door and stepped out. "It's..."
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"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the latest up-and-coming superhero, Ultraviolet!"
Cheers erupted as Violet pushed her way out from behind a curtain to join her family. She had butterflies in her stomach, but when she saw the sheer amount of reporters there, they turned to dragons. She'd seen how some of the first Supers had gotten absolutely mauled by the paparazzi.
A reporter in the front row grabbed her attention. "How do you feel about the new system for nemeses?"
Violet stepped up to the podium and removed the microphone, which proceeded to squeal loudly with feedback. "Sorry," she said sheepishly. That had been a bad first impression.
"I don't know how well it'll work, since villains have a completely different code than heroes and I'm not familiar with it. Hopefully it'll work out. I'm fond of the idea, though. That way no single Super feels obligated to save the whole city from multiple villains at once."
"Have you thought about getting a nemesis?"
"Not really. I only want one if they did something to make me really mad, and so far only one's done that."
"Why not them?"
"Well, first off, last time I checked he was dead. He kind of attacked my whole family, too, and he's got a grudge against my dad, not me. So I don't think he'd want to be my personal nemesis anyway. So unless he's somehow alive and approaches me about it, I won't have one for a while."
Violet smiled into the crowd. This wasn't as hard as it looked.
The rest of the questions following the ceremony were all ones pertaining to the revised code for Supers- what she thought of the "only kill when necessary" clause, how she was planning to avoid damaging buildings, things she breezed through.
Topics concerning the new code were also painstakingly boring to listen to in the eyes of Buddy Pine.
As Ultraviolet and the rest of the family disappeared behind the curtain again, the supervillain yawned and changed the channel.
Being the daughter of Mr. Incredible, the biggest Golden Age superhero almost anyone could think of, Ultraviolet's coming of age had to be televised. Unless she wanted her secret identity to go public, that is. The paparazzi were very "convincing". Some villains took it up in order to have an excuse to find out secrets and spread them around.
Syndrome snorted. Amateurs.
He continued to flip through channels, only half paying attention to what was on. He knew for a fact that Mr. Incredible didn't take personal nemeses and the whole family… taking them on all at once would be the mark of an idiot. Syndrome was not an idiot.
Violet would be a good target, after all, he knew almost everything about her from years of watching planted surveillance cameras. Besides, she could help him get to her father. If he killed, kidnapped, mauled, or probably even touched Violet… he would have an angry Bob Parr on his hands.
And he was okay with that. One on one, the old man didn't stand a chance.
The phone rang and the supervillain stood to pick it up.
"So, Syndrome. When can I expect you to come down?"
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Violet-or more accurately, Ultraviolet-gazed down on the city from her building perch. It was her first patrol… she wasn't sure what to expect. Her mother had told her to be ready for anything.
Violet hadn't completely heeded Helen's advice, however, as nothing could prepare her for what happened next.
She felt a tap on her shoulder, then jumped and turned around in her fighting stance.
Then she realized she was face to face with Syndrome.
The next thing she knew, she was falling. Violet didn't want her first patrol to be her last, and formed a forcefield around herself as she fell.
The antigravity softened the fall, and she kept the forcefield around herself while she formed another wedge shaped one under the field.
The wedge turned at Violet's direction, shooting Violet and her main forcefield upward like a pinball. When she was at a suitable height, she terminated the circular one and made a sloping one beneath her that she slid down back onto the rooftop.
The villain smirked and asked, "Having fun?" before being slapped.
"Don't DO that!" Violet hissed.
Syndrome shrugged. "Not my fault you fell."
"You pushed me!"
"No, you jumped back in surprise. Now listen. I saw your schpiel on TV, and I want to make an offer."
Just in case, Violet quickly sized up her current enemy. He looked about the same physically, with the same insanely high hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing casual clothes, however, and also had a watch on his wrist.
"Why were you watching?" she asked skeptically.
"I like to keep myself up-to-date on those things, you know, keep your friends close and your enemies closer?"
"So. Let me guess. You want to be my nemesis?"
"Exactly."
"So you can get revenge on my father, I'm guessing."
"Maybe, maybe not. You're interesting enough on your own."
"Why would you find me interesting?"
"You just are. Oh, before it slips my mind- why did you and Tony break up? I must've missed that."
"What?!"
"Was he just a high school crush? Or was he too oblivious and boring? He looked like he had the personality of a garden hose, and probably the same mental capacity-"
Violet grabbed the redhead roughly by the shirt. "Tony was a great boyfriend. He was understanding and nice, and he never once yelled at me for missing a date. Our relationship was wonderful while it lasted, but it just wasn't meant to be permanent. We grew apart. And HOW did you know about that anyway?" she growled.
Syndrome pushed her hands away. "It's none of your business." Stepping back, he paused momentarily, then continued. "So. Am I your nemesis, or do I have to tell those poor reporters that Ultraviolet is a liar?"
"You wouldn't."
Syndrome grinned arrogantly. "I would and you know it. Blackmail is smiled upon in the world of villainy."
"You're horrible."
"Not as horrible as your father."
Violet sighed. "FINE. But only so I can kick your butt on a daily basis."
"That's the point," Syndrome said, then grinned. "You'd better be ready. I've got about three new tricks up my sleeve already."
"The last time I heard that was when I was fighting a half-baked magician who thought he was a worthwhile villain."
"Well." The redhead looked at his watch. "Hate to break up this reunion here, but I gotta go. I have things to do, inventions to build, money to make. So. You'll be seeing the new and improved Syndrome within the week. Just so you know, I won't be holding back. I would love nothing more than to crush someone who is not only a snotty newbie hero, but an Incredible to boot."
Syndrome's rocket boots activated, and he hovered several feet above the roof.
"Au revoir, Ultraviolet," he said, and was gone.
Violet's world stood still for a moment before she heard an alarm go off and police sirens blare.
As she jumped from the rooftop, a lavender forcefield already surrounding her, she muttered a single word under her breath with a smile.
"Showtime."
End Note: Updates could take a bit, as I'm trying to juggle this and my oneshot-turned-story. But luckily I've already got both of them plotted out so it should be smooth sailing from here... I hope.
Hope everyone had a happy Synlet month. :D
-Dani