At long last, here is an update to Violet Night. I'm really sorry for not updating sooner, but severe writer's block, and a very busy school year kept me off of fanfiction. Well, without further delay, here it is! Btw, as you'll see later, this is set three years after the movie.

~Dragonrider94

Chapter 1: Valentine's Day

Will Stronghold adjusted his tie for the millionth time in the hallway mirror.

"Honey, you look fine!" Josie Stronghold laid a hand on her son's shoulder. She chuckled. "You're driving me crazy!"

"Sorry." He ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it down. He took a step back and surveyed the whole ensemble. Tie. Button-down shirt. Sports coat. Khakis.

Not bad.

He turned around to face his mother. "I just want everything to be perfect. It is Valentines Day."

She smiled. "I know." She glanced up at the hall clock. "It's six thirty. You'd better hit the road if you want to be to the dance on time. You don't want to keep Layla waiting."

"Yeah, you're right." He stepped past her into the kitchen, grabbing the keys to his Stingray off the counter. He walked back past her and opened the front door.

"Bye—"

"Don't forget this!" She handed him a small red jewelry box."

"Oh, thanks! Mom, you're a life saver!" He took it from her, and quickly kissed her on the cheek.

He turned and ran off down the sidewalk.

"Bye! Have fun!" she called after him.

"You too!" He called back over his shoulder as he ran down the long side walk.

His restored 1970 Stingray had been a gift from his parents on his seventeenth birthday. He had washed and waxed it earlier that morning and it stood gleaming at the end of the driveway.

He shoved the jewelry box into his pants pocket. He opened the driver's side door and hopped in. He started it, gunning the engine. He closed his door, and pulled out of the driveway.

The furniture and decorations had been cleared out of the main room of the community center. Red and pink streamers hung from the ceiling, and confetti covered the floor. The lights had been turned down to a dim glow. A sign hanging from the ceiling proclaimed "Annual Valentine's Day Community Dance." A stereo played Taylor Swift's "Love Story" through large speakers. The room was filled with teen and a few middle aged couples. A few had wandered onto the dance floor. Most stood around and talked. Some sampled the deserts from the table set up at the far end of the room.

Will and Layla stood at the back of the room, just inside the door.

Layla wore a knee length grey dress that made her green eyes and flaming red hair seem twice as bright as normal. Her red hair was done up in a knot at the back of her neck.

She stood, surveying the guests. Suddenly she pointed excitedly.

"Look, Will! There's Warren and Nicole."

She walked over to join them. Will followed.

Warren wore a button down shirt, nice jeans, and tennis shoes. That was dressed up for him. His shoulder length black hair was done up in a pony tail. Nicole, his girl-friend of three years wore dark slacks, flats, and a button up white blouse. Her long bleached blonde hair hung loose down her back

"Hey." Warren greeted Layla. He nodded to Will.

"Hey guys!" Nicole greeted Will and Layla. She hugged Layla. "You look great!"

Layla smiled "Thanks!"

A twangy country love song came on." See ya in a second, guys. Come on, Will!"

Layla dragged him onto the dance floor. He put his arm around her waist, she put her arm on his shoulder, and they began to sway in time to the music.

She grinned up at him. "Sorry if I surprised you a little there."

He sighed in mock exasperation. "It's alright. I'm used to it."

"Good."

They continued dancing. Soon that song was over, and another began to play. And then another. They just kept dancing.

Suddenly the music stopped and the lights brightened. A man lingered by the stereo. He looked up with a sheepish look on his face.

"Um, hello everyone. Sorry to interrupt the festivities, but the news is on, and I think everyone will want to see this."

He turned, and gestured to someone standing in the doorway. A man wheeled in a T.V. on a metal cart, and plugged it into the stereo's outlet. He turned it on.

It was the local news broadcast.

"Breaking news," Said the blonde female anchor. "A violent large scale heist at the city's large Guardian Bank has sent everyone in the downtown area into a panic. We go live now to Cindy at the bank's grounds on Main Street.

The camera switched to show feed of a brunette reporter. "Thanks Christy. Well, about an hour ago, an unknown man, posing as a bank patron entered the bank lobby. He told the teller he had accidentally left the check he was going to cash in his car. He left the building to get it, but not before dropping a small bundle of explosives into a water fountain. He walked outside and detonated the bomb. The lobby was blown apart, killing all three tellers instantly." There was a video showing the explosion." A large truck unloaded about fifty armed men. They entered the bank. After a brief struggle, they overpowered the custodian, the only person who offered resistance.

"Mean while the police arrived at the scene. However, the thieves announced through a bullhorn that they had the custodian, the bank's president, as well as several other bank employees and a few civilians as hostages, and that they would be shot if the police tried to enter the building." There was video footage of several police cars and officers surrounding the several story building.

"To further prove their point, some busted out windows, and began to fire at the crowd below. The chief of police, saying he did not want to risk lives, pulled a wild card. He called for superheroes. Our own Jetstream and Commander arrived soon at the scene, and entered the building. The crowd waited breathlessly, wanting to know what was happening inside. Time went by, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, and still there was no word from them. The security cameras show us what happened during that long twenty minutes." The camera cut to the footage. Will saw his parents fighting side by side against thugs in black. Suddenly a slender masked woman walked onto the screen, carrying what looked like a large bazooka. They talked for a second, and then Commander lunged at her. She fired her weapon, and he crumpled to the floor. Another blast and Jetstream fell forward, landing on top of her husband. The girl turned around and gestured to the men that had filed into the hallway behind her. They picked up the limp bodies and walked off camera.

The silence was broken by the reporter's voice. "A few minutes later, a helicopter landed on the rooftop of the building. Men were seen loading it with large bundles of money, and what appeared to be the bodies of the Commander and it took off, leaving behind a wake of destruction and carnage. And so we are left wondering…"

Large writing flashed at the bottom of the screen: 'Commander and Jetstream: Dead or alive?'

And so ends chapter 1! I'm sorry if it sucks, but I needed to get something down to get the story rolling. I basically wrote this all at one time! I promise that I will fix anything that does not make sense, or that is crappy. Please review. I welcome your comments.