A/N: HERE IT IS, THE SECOND CHAPTER!!! I always LOVE to count it down!! 5!! You do the rest, buddy!! (nervously)"4....3....2.....1....cringes" I guess we started too early!!! Let's start again!! (nervously) "5......4.....3...." KABOOM!!!! sobbing"2!!! 1!!!! sniff At least I was able to make her last hours meaningful. I am SUCH a good person." leaps out of crater wielding a machete THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK!!! RRRAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! foam flies from mouth "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

SLICE HACK MANGLE RIP!!!!

drip......drip......

puts away bloody machete clears throat Ahem. Anyway, yeah, here's the second chapter, after a relatively short time (perhaps one of my fastest updates!!!) Please be advised, the authoress (me), has gone crazy. throws chair, breaking a window, then leaps out of the window BWAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!! Howard Dean-style maniac scream YAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! runs off into the night (Not like I wasn't crazy before...)

Disclaimer: I do not, and probably never will, own the Disney/Pixar movie The Incredibles. But I do own Michael, and if you take him, you WILL PAY WITH THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! is hit with tranquilizer dart Sleepy......

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"What?! Supers?! W-What gave you THAT idea?!" Violet stuttered, alarmed. How could he know? she thought, panicked. Michael grinned at her, an almost mischievous light dancing in his eyes.

"Come on Violet, it wasn't that hard. After all, your dad and Mr. Incredible are the exact same person, and judging by the way he reacted when I asked him the same question, I can be pretty sure that the rest of you are supers too," he replied calmly. "It's all just a matter of logic." Violet gaped at him. When he put it that way, it did seem to be pretty simple.

"Wait. How did you know my dad is Mr. Incredible?" she asked. To her surprise, Michael started chuckling.

"It's like I told your dad. A little black mask around your eyes is NOT going to hide your identity," he said in between laughs. Violet gaped at him again. How could he figure all this stuff out so easily? Then, a horrible realization slammed into her. Darting forward, she grabbed his sleeve, giving him a pleading look.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?!" she asked him. "Please don't tell anyone!!" She shook his sleeve, repeating herself over and over.

"Violet..." he began, but she persisted in her begging. "Violet...." he said, a little more sternly this time. Still, Violet continued shaking him and begging him not to tell anyone. "VIOLET!!!" he shouted. This seemed to snap her out of it, as she immediately stopped and looked at him, the pleading look still on her face.

"I'm not going to tell anyone, OK? I have no problem with you or your family. I mean, you guys were nice enough to let me stay here for at least one night," he explained. "Besides, I have other reasons for not wanting to ruin other supers' lives." Violet glanced at him, curious at the stony expression that had settled on his face. Debating whether or not to ask him, she decided to just do it. After all, he knew her secret, so why shouldn't she know a secret of his?

"What kind of reasons?" she asked bluntly. He gave her a look out of the corner of his eye, and Violet suddenly wished she hadn't asked. Just as she was about to tell him to forget it, Michael sighed.

"I suppose you have a right to know, since I know your secret," he said seriously. "It's kind of a long story." He got up, and stood over by the door.

"First, you should know that I'm a super." A small gasp came out of Violet's mouth. "Let me give you a demonstration," Michael said with a small smile as he snapped his fingers. A tiny ball of flame shot forth from his fingers, levitating above the palm of his hand. As Violet watched, the flame grew to the size of a baseball, orbiting around Michael's body. With a cocky grin, he snapped his fingers once more, and a small wall of flame surrounded Michael. With a final snap of his fingers, the fire disappeared.

"Impressive, eh?" he bragged. "I can create and control fire." The grin dropped from his face, and he slumped against the wall. "Of course, it's not all it's cracked up to be. In fact, my power has made my life a living hell." Violet raised an eyebrow at him. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair, and started his story."

"Well, I used to live happily enough. As happy as you can be when your mom's a religious nut, and your parents are divorced, anyway. My step-dad was a nice guy though, so I never really missed my real dad. My mom divorced him when I was just a few months old anyway, all because of the middle name he gave me." Violet raised another eyebrow, already thinking Michael's mom had to be off her rocker.

"Being the religious nut my mom was, she named me "Michael", after the arch-angel from Christian theology. So, as a little joke on her, my dad decided to give me the middle name "Lucifer". It didn't sit too well with my mom. So, she divorced him. And she got full custody. She never even let me visit my dad.

"Anyway, after the divorce, my mom got re-married. She raised me to be a good little Christian boy, and was always telling me that she wanted me to become a priest someday. Of course, once my powers started showing themselves, she didn't want me to live that long. The idea that I was evil got into her head. At first she was 'understanding' about my 'condition', and was always calling in a priest to do an exorcism, or put a blessing on me. She was always putting crucifixes in my room, and statues of Jesus and Mary and the saints, and was usually reading scripture from the Bible whenever I was in the same room as her. Once none of those tactics worked, she started getting a lot more abusive about it.

"My step-dad would try and get her to leave me alone, but with one look from her, he'd back off. Old mommy dearest would do the craziest things at random times. We'd be sitting and eating dinner when she'd jump up and start quoting the Bible . Or, I'd walk in a room and she'd dump holy water on me. And she always made me wear a crucifix around my neck." Michael's voice was growing increasingly ragged and hoarse, as if telling this story was tearing him to shreds.

"I remember once when I was maybe eight or nine years old, I came home from school, upset because the kids at my school had been bullying me again. I had a hard time controlling my powers, so I didn't have any friends. Things would sometimes burst into flames when I sneezed. Whenever anything started burning, all the kids would point at me and laugh, and it didn't help that I had skipped a grade, and was the only one my age in my class. So, after a particularly hard day at school, I came home to find my mother waiting for me in the kitchen. She gave me a really stern look, and then I remembered that one of the kids had knocked me down and took my crucifix.

"And that's when I got scared. She looked angry enough to kill me on the spot. I got down on my knees and started begging her not to hurt me. She screamed at me and yelled her lungs out, frightening the hell out of me with all her rantings about how I was evil and I was going to hell. She told me she wasn't going to let me 'taint' her or her home any longer. I couldn't believe it was my own mother that was in front of me." As he spoke, Michael put his hand to his face, and let loose a shaky breath. When he pulled his hand away, Violet saw a tear glistening in the corner of Michael's eye. Michael pulled the glove off of his right hand, showing it to Violet. There was a large scar on the back of his hand in the shape of the number 666.

"It wasn't enough for that bitch that I was on my knees begging for my life," he spat as he stared bitterly at his scar. "She grabbed me by the wrist, pulled me up, took a knife, and CARVED this into my hand." Violet's eyes widened in horror. What kind of psycho would do that to a little kid?!

"It took a few more years of living with my mom, but I eventually got to a point where I could control my powers for the most part. And that's when I decided I'd get my revenge." Michael gave a sadistic grin. "After those years of torture, my mother was finally going to get hers. I took everything I owned out of the house, and used my powers to set fire to the house. My mom and step-dad managed to get out, but all their possessions, including my mom's precious Bible and all her holy items, went up in flames. The only thing that survived was one bottle of holy water. He let a twisted grin form on his face. "I made good use of that."

"I walked right up to my mom as she was staring at the remains of the house. As soon as she saw me, she started screeching about how it was my fault our house was gone, and that I would burn in Hell for my 'sin'. She stopped as soon as she saw the holy water in my hand. Since I knew she had it planted firmly in her head that I was a demon, I wasn't going to try to prove her wrong. I was going to make her think I was a demon too strong to kill. So I opened up the bottle, and drank the holy water, right in front of her eyes." The twisted grin fell from Michael's face, and the stony expression from earlier was back.

"But then, I had nowhere to go. I wondered a lot, drifting from place to place. I never stayed anywhere for more than a year, though. Accidents were always happening." He sighed, and put his hand on the doorknob. "And now I've got to leave here too."

"What?! WHY?!?" Violet shouted, jumping up. Michael gave a wry laugh.

"Because, I've already started one fire in this city, and I just told a crime-fighter about how I committed arson. Last time I checked, arson was a serious crime," he explained grimly. He opened the door, and gave a little wave. "So, see ya." Just as he was about to walk out the door, a force field appeared in front of him, knocking him backwards. Turning around, he raised one eyebrow quizzically at Violet. "OK...then I guess I'm staying. No big deal," he said nonchalantly, shrugging.

Sitting down with his back to the wall, Michael crossed his arms, maintaining eye contact with Violet. She refused to let the force field down, although maintaining it was putting a large amount of strain on her. Seconds piled upon seconds, minutes piled upon minutes, but Violet still refused to drop the force field that was blocking Michael from leaving.

"So, why won't you let me go?" Michael asked, striking up conversation. "Do you want to hand-deliver me to the police or something?" Violet didn't answer, putting all her concentration into keeping the force field around her door. "OK, so don't answer me," Michael huffed irritably, crossing his arms again. More minutes passed, and Violet was growing steadily more tired. Michael watched with a smile as Violet's eyes started drooping.

Yawning, Violet finally gave up. Dropping the force field, she fell back on her bed and instantly fell asleep.

"I win," Michael whispered with a grin. Deciding to be nice, he tucked Violet under her covers and turned out the light. "See you later," he whispered as he walked out the door.

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A/N: AGH, such a short chapter!!! shoots self I wanted this to be longer, but in this chapter I was focusing more on Michael's history. So, it's short. Blag.

And now it's time to pay a visit to.... THE REVIEW INBOX!!!

Here I will post comments on readers' reviews, and answer questions. I'll be doing ALL the reviews, since there aren't that many. (Yes, I know I'm just shamelessly using this as an excuse to make the chapter appear longer. Shame on me!!)

MOOgoestheCHICKEN: Well, glad you thought it was cool. And as you can see, I updated. But it's not enough, right? Now you want another chapter? someone cracks whip across my back WRITE FASTER!!! crying Please, my fingers are bleeding.....(This review mysteriously disappeared, but I'm still commenting on it. Blag.)

INCREDIBLEFAN5: Well, read the chapter and your question shall be answered!

Beautiful Mind: Yes, Tony is bad. Tony useless monkey boy. And no, Michael's not a Gary Stu, although I would LOVE to be as confident as him.

Kaos Kitsune: Glad you agree with me on the mask issue! And, I updated! And there was much rejoicing. Yaaaaaayyyyyyyy.

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ilupeelu : I'm writing as fast as I can!! And as for Violet, I realize that she's kind of OOC. Bear with me, I'm still getting used to writing her. But there's no need to say she's acting stupid! tear If you have a problem with the way I portray Violet, you don't HAVE to continue reading. cold glare

panthergurl: Yay, thanks for the compliment! And I leave it hanging so that you must read the next chapter to find out what happens!! MUUUAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!! gets hit with blunt objects hurled by readers Agh, hey, NO!! bleeds

Psilontech: is poked Glad you enjoyed it, and like I said, I'm writing as fast as I can!! person cracks whip again Please!! Just give me 5 minutes of sleep!! I'm starving and dehydrated and my fingers are bleeding and I haven't slept in a week!! Person: NO!!! YOU MUST GO FASTER!!!! cracks whip again

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Lucfier: Love the name! Anyway, he's not crazy or satanic. He just has that image because of his traumatic childhood. (Honestly, if you grew up always hearing you were evil, wouldn't you be conditioned to think and act like you were?) Ah, so THAT'S what the mask is all about! Thanks for clearing that up.

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NOW HIT THAT BLUE BUTTON AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SCREEN!!! Tigris