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'm really sorry if I don't respond to your comments, but this whole story is already written. I just have to write it up.
By the way, if your mattress gets really old and the bloody springs poke through and stab you… it's time to get a new mattress! My mattress did that last night after a long night of drinking. I now have a scratch going around my leg like a bloody tattoo. It hurts like hell and I can't sit down easily. Have pity on this poor Briton!
Ok, enough about me, on to the story. Of which it is crap. Ah well.
Chapter TwoBob Parr, a.k.a. Mr. Incredible called his friend Lucius around that night. A.k.a Frozone.
"Lucius, what does it mean? I mean, every villain we've faced has either been killed or is in prison! What are the chances of one of them breaking out?"
"I don't know, Bob. I do have one idea, but I'm not sure you'd like to hear it."
"What is it? Tell me?" Bob was clearly getting worried now. Wouldn't you be if an unknown villain had threatened your children?
"Did you actually see Syndrome blow up? Did you actually find his body?"
"No, but it can't be him! He would know better than to try to take us on again. Hell will freeze over before he puts himself through that kind of pain again."
High above Metroville, in the only mountain anywhere near, the 'unknown villain' had set up his lair.
"I need some minions." He grumbled, getting out a coffee cup.
As had happened so many times in the past week, after he'd set eyes on the oldest Incredible child, he let his mind drift, wondering how she kept her head surrounded by all the goodness and light. Then he snapped out of it. He had a job to do, and he couldn't very well do it if he was dwelling on the oldest Incredible child, now, could he?
Sighing deeply, resolving to put her out of his mind, he went to his laboratory to develop a new gadget to penetrate her shield.
...o0O0o...
Violet Parr lay on her bed with her chin resting on her folded arms, thinking about the intruder. Her parents would lock her in her room if they knew the direction of her thoughts, but still she plundered restlessly on.
'If only I knew who he was!' She thought, thinking of which villains they'd encountered that he could be. 'Mitroscoptic? No… Retrospect? No… Bomb Voyage? Definitely not… then who?'
Unknown to either Lucius or herself, she began to have exactly the same thoughts. 'Could it possibly be Syndrome? I mean, we never saw him blow up. I did recognize the voice from somewhere. Maybe it's Syndrome. We never found his body.'
Finding herself quite looking forward to meeting the unknown villain again, she shook her head hard and turned on her radio, losing herself in the words of her current favorite band. "# I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but it's only me and I walk alone. I walk these empty streets, on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone. #"
...o0O0o...
Helen Parr sighed. It was a hot summer night, there'd been no action at all, and she was beginning to sweat. She felt uneasy, like something bad was going to happen, but she didn't know what.
Walking quickly, she headed for home, looking around her all the time.
...o0O0o...
The unknown villain walked to the unfamiliar house. Breathing deep and using a new gadget he'd been able to develop in the three years since he'd been 'defeated' by the Incredibles, he jumped the laser fence without a sound.
"Miss Mode?" He called, walking into the house. A short woman walked out of the doorway to his left.
"Who are you? How did you get in?" the accented voice said. He wasn't sure what accent it was, and found he didn't care to know either.
"That does not matter, Miss Mode. I understand you make costumes for superheroes?"
The short woman relaxed, thinking he was another superhero looking to protect his identity. "That I do, dahling, but surely your current costume is good enough?"
"It has a cape, Miss Mode. I really need to get rid of that cape."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly design a costume. I'm swamped with work dahling; you must know how many superheroes want costumes these days!"
The unknown villain raised his eyebrows. "Well, I'm sorry for taking your time, Miss Mode. If you'll-"
"Ok, ok, you've twisted my arm, dahling! I will do it, but do not expect it done soon. I'm afraid I do not know your name, or power. Enlighten me, dahling."
"The name's Syndrome, Miss Mode." To his delight, her face paled. "I believe that is enough to be going on with.
"But- but dahling, you're dead!"
"I was, for a while, Miss Mode. You are the first to find out that I am not. Doesn't it make you feel all tingly inside?"
Edna was gaping like a fish out of water. "Erm- erm- erm- dahling, I- erm…" as quickly as she'd lost it, she regained her professional manner. "Well, dahling, come back tomorrow and your costume should be ready. That is the most you can ask of me, dahling."
Smiling swiftly, he departed. Edna left the hallway, muttering to herself. "Doesn't even ask about payment, oh no, no payment for the nemesis of Mr. Incredible! Why dahling, I don't even know why I carry on…"
Her voice trailed off into the distance, making Syndrome smile. Not a smirk, but a real smile for once. Maybe he could get the pathetic designer on his side, as well as the Incredible brat.
A/R – Well, I thought that was a good place to leave it. So, you finally know who the love interest is, was it any real surprise? I know to some of you, it wasn't.
I had to have some Edna in there. Well obviously, seeing as I am Edna Mode.
No, don't worry, I'm not Brad Bird. I'm just a crazy 15-year-old with the same actions, dialogue and persona as Edna Mode. You know; I'm sure Edna was based on me.
Ah well, no point trying to claim royalties, as that little disclaimer at the end of the film stated, "No similarity to any persons, real or dead, was intended."
Dammit. Can't even gouge money out of the damn Pixar lot.
Signing out, until next chapter,
Thelongestnameintheworld,butican'tbebotheredtowriteitout,soishallbecalledA.Nutter
Otherwise known as Edna Mode.