Author's Rambling – I love the film, so I'm paying homage to it. Notice that word there, homage. Basically, it means I don't own, so don't sue. If you did sue, all you'd get is about five pounds, my We Will Rock You soundtrack, (which I would kill you for if you took it) my Incredibles playstation game and an argument with my Dad's girlfriend. You can have the argument. In fact, if you don't sue me, you can have her. Get her out of my way. Please?

Full Summary (Which is no different to the summary you've already read,) – Violet's different now. She's really different. In fact, she's so different that she's attracting the attention of some characters she'd rather avoid. Some very shady characters.

I hope you all enjoyed last chapter. I hope it was good enough.

I'm English, trying to do write an American fic, so please excuse me if I get anything wrong. I am trying, I swear.

Chapter one

Violet lay on her bed, listening to music and revising for her Algebra test the next day. She was glad she'd taken Algebra, listening to her friend Amy wining about how hard Trigonometry was.

"Violet?" Her mom called up the stairs.

"Yeah, mom?" She called back, shutting her books.

"Can you come down here and watch Jack-Jack for a while, please?"

"OK." She said, leaving her room and going down into the kitchen where her mom was feeding Jack-Jack.

"Why do you need me to watch him for a while, mom?" Violet asked, taking the spoon and feeding Jack-Jack herself.

"It's my patrol night, did you forget?"

Of course. How could she have forgotten? The last remaining supers had gotten together and devised a patrol timetable. Monday was her dad's night. Tuesday, Frozone. Wednesday belonged to some Australian super who had migrated to America, and Metroville, because there were too many supers in his country. Thursday was a free night. Violet was begging to be allowed to patrol Thursday nights, but her parents put a kibosh on that idea, saying she was too young, and it was too dangerous for a girl her age. Friday was her mom's night. Saturday and Sunday belonged to two foreign supers that were friends of her dad's in the "old days", where there were many supers and not enough villains.

Her mom went out a little while later, leaving Violet alone with Jack-Jack until her dad and Dash came in after their nightly run. They went out running every night. For her dad, it was to keep fit. For Dash, it was to get faster, to be the best. He already was the best in school, but that wasn't enough for him. No, he had to be better than any other super in the world was. He had to be the fastest superhero in the world, never mind the fact that he already was.

Violet snorted derisively, and Jack-Jack gurgled. "Yeah, I know sweetheart. He is pathetic, isn't he?"

"That is a new low for superheroes. Talking to her little brother who can't answer back." The intruder with a mask shook his head. The mask covered most of his face, masking his identity totally. The voice seemed familiar though, as if from far away in her past.

"Who are you?" she asked, shielding Jack-Jack from sight.

"An old friend. Don't worry your pretty little head about who I am. I'm just here to give a message to you to give to your father."

"What message?" she said, preparing to put a force field around Jack-Jack and herself. She knew what these 'messages' normally were. Somebody dead.

True to form, the intruder pointed a little gadget at Jack-Jack and said, "Destroy."

Violet put the force field up and the little gadget rebounded off it and went straight through the window behind the intruder.

"So you know how to play, little Miss Invisible. Well done. I guess your father taught you well."

Without warning, a fist came out of nowhere and knocked the intruder through the window. When her father looked out of the window, though, there was nobody there.

"Vi, what happened?" Dash asked, taking Jack-Jack from his high-chair and soothing him as he cried.

"It's mom's patrol night, so she asked me to look after Jack-Jack until you two came home. He broke in here, said he had a message for me to give to you, Dad, and sent a little gadget to kill Jack-Jack. I put up a force field and the gadget bounced off and went through the window. We're both fine, but Dad, who was he? Why did he want to give a message to you?"

"I don't know, Violet. Maybe he's another villain, trying to get at me through my children."

"Why did he go for Jack-Jack though? Why not Vi? She's got the most power." Dash said, still soothing the crying Jack-Jack.

"I don't know." Bob said.

The phone rang. Looking at his children, Bob answered it. "So you got me, Mr. Incredible, you hit me. Well done, do you want a medal?"

"Who are you?" Bob asked.

"You don't need to know who I am yet. Just know that I am coming for you, and this time, you will not stop me." The caller hung up, and Bob stared at the phone before replacing it in its cradle.

"Who was that, Dad?" Dash asked, a trace of fear in his voice.

"I don't know. He said, this time you will not stop me. He's a villain we've faced before."

The Incredibles looked at each other. There was fear on every face.

Unseen, the caller looked through their window. He chuckled quietly. "Fools." He whispered.

A/R – so, how did you all like that? Is it good, bad, not worth the disk space? Please tell me. I really do need feedback.

Thelongestnameintheworld,butican'tbebotheredtowriteitoutsoishallbecalledA.Nutter

Otherwise known as Edna Mode.