Here is the long awaited chapter 12! This was one of my favorite ones to write (Please don't ask why...)

Chapter 12: New Fears

"So, how was the library?" Helen asked her daughter. The Parr family was sitting down to the dinner table and eating. Violet looked to Dash, who was looking down at his plate. She didn't want him saying anything.

"It was okay." She said, glancing at Dash randomly while answering. He wasn't doing much of anything.

"What were you doing there?" Bob asked her out of curiosity.

"Um, we were working on a project for school." She said slowly. She wasn't expecting a question like that.

"Is it finished?" Helen asked her.

"Yeah." Violet quickly responded. She was still looking at Dash.

"That's good." Bob said. He got up and brought his plate to the kitchen.

"What's wrong Dash, aren't you hungry tonight?" Helen asked him. Dash looked up at her and continued to pick at the untouched food on his plate.

"Hey mom?" Dash said

"What?"

"Why do we have to wear matching costumes?" He asked her suddenly. Helen was a bit taken aback and responded slowly.

"Well, because we're a family. Why do you ask?" She said to him.

"I dunno." He said back.

"It's because Mom and Dad can't think of individual Super Hero names for us." Violet whispered loudly to him.

"Really?" He questioned back as he looked at his mom.

"No, that's not the reason." Helen told him.

"Then why?"

"Because they want us to be all the same." Violet told him as she rose to put her plate in the kitchen. Helen raised a brow.

"Why do we have to look the same?" Dash asked when Violet was out of the room.

"Well, we don't have to look the same." She said. Dash looked at her as if he didn't get it.

"Does that mean I can get my own costume?" Dash asked excitedly.

"Why would you want to do that?" Bob asked him as he walked back into the room, followed by Violet.

"A change I guess." Dash said as he looked back and forth between his parents. Helen and Bob exchanged glances. Of course, there was another reason for Dash asking this, but he didn't really want to voice it out loud.

"Don't you want to fight along side your family?" Bob asked him in a teasing voice.

"No, I mean yes..." Dash said, looking at his father. Helen looked up at Bob. "I mean, didn't you used to have different costumes?"

"Well, yeah. But that was a long time ago." Helen replied, looking up at her husband.

"When did you start wearing identical ones?" Dash asked.

"Just recently." Bob said, looking away from his wife and back at his son. Dash looked at them questioningly.

"Gosh, it's been ages since we were actually out fighting crime." Helen said to Bob. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"It feels good to go back, doesn't it?" Bob said, reminding her slightly why they were back into action. Helen smiled and raised a brow.

"Yes, it does feel good." She said. She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the room. Bob smiled as he watched her leave, then looked back at Dash. For a second, he had forgotten he was still sitting there. Dash had a bit of a disgusted look on his face as he got up to leave the table. Violet sniggered a bit.

Violet walked into the living room and sat down to watch television. For some reason she was starting to feel tired. As she sat there, she listened to her parents' conversation in the other room.

"Do you remember the old days?" Bob casually asked his wife.

"Of course I do, how could I forget?" She responded.

"Remember when we met?" Bob asked her. Helen smiled up at him.

"Yes, I remember." She said slowly. It seemed only yesterday when they met for the first time on patrol. Bob had been new in the area. She had been the one to show him around. That never stopped. Soon after, they were getting married. Helen smiled at these happy memories.

"I love you." Bob said, putting is arms around his wife.

"Bob, stop it." Helen said playfully. Yet this didn't stop her from hugging and kissing him back.

"Mom?" Violet said as she walked into the room. Helen stopped and looked at her daughter, cheeks flushing a bit.

"What is it?" Helen asked her. She looked at her daughter, the same one she had been looking at for 13 years. Though something still seemed different tonight.

"I'm gonna go to bed." She said, leaning back on the wall.

"Why, are you okay? It's only 7:00." Helen said, a bit alarmed.

"I'm just tired." Violet said. After, she walked out of the room, down the hall and into her bedroom. Then she shut the door. Helen watched her walk away with a worried look on his face. Bob noticed this.

"She'll be fine honey." He said, reassuring her. He put his hand on his shoulder.

"I know, it's just not like her to go to bed this early." Helen said. "Do you think something could be wrong?"

"I'm sure everything is fine." Bob said to her. "You worry to much."

"I know, it's just-" Helen started, but was cut of when she found her husband hugging her. She stopped trying to say something and hugged him back. Who knows how long this continued on for, certainly not Helen or Bob.

In her room, Violet lay in her bed. Though she wasn't asleep just yet, she was very tired. Yet it was only 7:00. She didn't know why, maybe she was catching a cold or something. Still, she wondered why as no one she knew was sick at all. This confused her, but not enough for her to dwell on it.

"Maybe.." Violet voiced out loud, but she didn't finish. She didn't want anyone to overhear. She was wondering if it was from feeling guilty from seeing Kyle. But that was completely absurd. Yet, there was rumors about that, feeling guilty.

Violet turned over on her side and closed her eyes, now wanting sleep more than anything else. She thought - no, she knew she would feel better in the morning.

"Are you sure she'll be alright?" Helen asked as she and her husband walked down the hall to their bedroom. She had stopped in front of Violet's bedroom door.

"I told you, you worry too much." Bob said to her. Helen looked up at him and tried to smile. "

"I know, it's just that I've never known her to act like this before." Helen said, looking back at her door again.

"Violet is a growing teenage. She's going to be acting different and changing some." Bob said, pleased with how that sounded. Helen seemed pleased to and smiled for real this time.

"You're right, I do worry to much." Helen told him. She put her arm around his shoulder and they walked of down the rest of the hall side by side.

"What are you doing?" Dash asked, walking into the doorway of Bob and Helen's bedroom. Helen was looking through her closet and Bob was sitting on the bed.

"Dash, what are you doing in here?" Helen asked him though not giving him so much as a glance.

"I wanted to know where Violet was." Dash responded. Bob looked up.

"She went to bed about an hour ago."

"Why?"

"I don't know, but don't even think of going in there!" Helen warned him. She knew he would try.

"I wasn't." Dash said back. Then he left and closed himself in his own room. Helen watched him leave and became even more concerned. Why were her kids acting so different?

"What are you looking for anyway?" Bob asked suddenly.

"What? Oh, nothing." She said back as she pushed the clothes back in order. Her hand brushed her old costume as she did so. She looked at it for a second, oblivious. She didn't hear Bob walk over to her.

"So that's it?" He said as he came up behind her. Helen quickly turned around

"Yeah, I just wanted to see if I still had it around."

"Why would you get rid of it?" Bob asked her out of curiosity.

"I don't know, but it's not like I'm ever going to use it again. I probably don't even fit into it anymore." She stated as she looked back at it.

"Is that any reason to throw it away and never look back?"

"You know I don't look back much on the old days."

"But you still miss them." Bob said. Helen, instead of answering, smiled at her husband.


Later that night, when the family was sleeping, something was wrong. Violet was restlessly turning in her bed. For such a calm sleeper, she seemed uneasy. As if in a bad dream.

"Leave me alone." She muttered in her sleep. She rolled over on her side so she was laying on top of the covers on her bed. "Go away." She said again.

"She was running somewhere, somewhere dark. She didn't know where she was, just that it seemed familiar, as if she knew where she was going. It was growing colder as she ran. She ran endlessly, never running out of breath, never growing tired. She seemed to leave her body completely.

"Who are you?" Violet said again, not even opening her eyes.

"You know me." A voice responded. It seemed familiar, yet she could not place it. Then she felt it grow even colder and saw rain splash down all around her. Never touching her though, she stayed dry. Then she felt it slowly get hotter. Her feet were burning her. She stopped.

"Why are you doing this?" She muttered, finally stopping. "Where are you?"

"You know me." The voice said out of nowhere. Violet could see no one in the area. Just her. "Think hard."

"I...can't" Violet stuttered. She fell to her knees, though she never hit the ground. She cold hear laughing in the distance as she fell. The rain left, the burning left, everything she felt left. She was just falling.

"AHHHHHHH!" She screamed. Her body hit something cold and sharp, giving her a large slash in on the cheek. Then everything went black.


"Bob, Bob wake up!" Helen said urgently. It was about 2:00 in the morning and Helen was already shaking her husband awake.

"Go away!" He muttered and turned over , still sleeping.

"Bob, please?" Helen said in a desperate voice. He opened his eyes and looked up at his wife.

"What's wrong honey?" Bob asked, still a bit drowsy.

"You mean you didn't hear it?" Helen asked him.

"Hear what?" He said, rubbing his eyes.

"That scream. It sounded like Violet." Helen said in a shaky voice. She sat up and put her feet on the floor.

"Are you sure you weren't dreaming it?" Bob said, trying to go back to sleep.

"I'm sure I heard something. It sounded like-"

"AHHHHHHH" The scream rang through the house again. This time Bob heard it too and he sat up in bed, looking at his wife.

"Please tell me you heard it that time!" Helen said in a panicked voice. Bob nodded his head and they both ran for the door and down the hall as quickly and as quietly as they could.

"Violet?" Helen said as she opened the door. Bob was right behind her, the same panicked look on his face. They walked into the room and flipped on the lights.

"Bob?" Helen said, her voice shaking. They looked at the bed where Violet was sleeping just moments ago only to discover that she wasn't there. There was, however, a triangular shaped scrap of her blanket in the middle of the mattress.

"Violet?" Helen said again to reassure herself. Images of the worst possible situations already passing through her mind. She went over to the bed and sat down to examine the scrap of purple blanket on the bed. She went to pick it up, but it wouldn't budge.

"What happened?" She asked her husband. He walked over to the material and grasped it firmly. Then he pulled. A few moments later, the mattress started to rip apart, as if the material was embedded right in the middle of it. Bob stopped pulled and looked at Helen, who had a very worried expression on her face.

"What does this mean?" She asked him, resting her head on her hand. Bob shrugged and examined the mattress some more.

"Look under the bed." He told her. Helen did as told, but was quite perplexed about it. She really didn't think Violet was hiding under the bed right now.

She crouched down and pulled something out. It was the rest of Violet's blanket, though the end was stuck on something. Helen looked up at Bob, who looked just as scared as her.

"What happened?" She asked him. Her hand was shaking as she held the blanket. It was as if the blanket went right through the mattress and onto the floor. But that wasn't possible.

Bob got up and put his arm around Helen.

"Everything will be okay." He reassured her. Though he wasn't so sure about that himself.

"Help me!" A cry sounded through the house. This one was much quieter than the screams, but not quiet enough to slip by Helen and Bob.

"There it is again!" Helen claimed as she walked quickly into the kitchen. The noise seemed to be coming from around there, though it sounded muffled. As though it was coming from under something.

"Let's try down here." Bob said, pointing to a door leading from the hallway.

"Why the basement?" Helen said, but she followed just the same.

They walked down the dark steps into the dank room. They hardly ever went down here and they only used it to store old stuff they had never got around to throwing out or unpacking.

"I don't see anything." Helen said. Bob flipped on the lights and Helen squinted for a bit as her eyes got adjusted to the light. She looked around, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just a bunch of boxes and an old mattress.

"No..." A faint cry echoed through the room. Helen turned back to face the mattress she had just seen. Something moved on it.

"Violet!" She nearly yelled out. She ran over to her daughter and quickly knelt down next to her. She was still sleeping, but violently shaking. "Violet, wake up." Helen said softly, but fearful. What if something was seriously wrong with her?

"Leave me alone..." Violet said, raising her hand up. She sliced it through the air and let if fall by her side, motionless.

"Violet, please..." Helen said, now holding back tears. She shook her, hoping for her to wake.

"Mom!" Violet suddenly said as she sat up. She sported a tear streaked face and a large red gash on her cheek the was dripping blood.

"Honey, what happened?" Helen asked her, thankful she was still alive. She hugged her tightly.

"I-I don't know," She started, her voice still shaking. "I was running and it was dark and then..."

"What happened?"

"I fell." Violet finished. Helen looked up at her husband, a confused look on her face. Bob wasn't sure of what to make of it all either.

"You're okay now." Helen said, looking at her daughter. Violet looked around her.

"Where am I?" She asked in a strained voice.

"You're in the basement." Bob told her as she continued to look around.

"How did I..." Violet started in a panicked voice, but her mother shushed her.

"It's alright." Helen told her calmly. Violet started coughing a buried her head in her mother's arms for comfort.

"Honey?" Bob said in a slightly questioning voice.

"What is it?" She asked, still holding Violet. Bob didn't say anything, and pointed above them. Helen looked to when he directed and was shocked at what she saw. Violet looked up too out of curiosity.

"I- I'm sorry." She said as she looked up at the ceiling.

"You don't have to be sorry." Helen told her as she pushed Violet's hair out of her face. "I'm sure you didn't mean it."

"How did this happen though?" Bob asked her. Helen didn't have a good answer for him though. She wasn't even sure herself about what had happened. She was still confused by it all as she stared up there. She extended her arm out to the area they were looking at and brushed her hand across it. Somehow Violet's sheets from her bed were currently stuck in the ceiling. They looked like they were about to fall through, but were somehow stopped.

"What do we do?" Bob asked his wife as she brought her hand back down.

"I don't know?" She said as she continued to comfort Violet. "I don't know."

A/N: Ooh, so much suspence!

Anyways, I got the idea fro this from a X-men episode on tv. I think it was the one where Kitty found out she had powers ans fell throught the floor during the night. Hope you liked it, as I said before I really enjoyed writing it! I'm not sure why, but I always like to put my favorite characters in distress ormake something really awful happen to the... I'm weird like that!