I just bought The Incredibles DVD, watched it, and remembered how much I LOVED THIS MOVIE! I had to write a fan fiction for it, and I came up with this idea on my way to work one morning. It is "ripped from the headlines", specifically inspired by last year's school shooting at Red Lake High School in Minnesota.

This story takes place about six months after the events of the movie.

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The school building's hallway was full of teenagers, some moving with purpose, some just mulling around. The bell rang loudly. Violet Parr looked up from her conversation and closed her locker door. "That's second bell. We'd better get to class," she said to her two friends. She hefted her tote bag to her shoulder.

They all gave a little goodbye wave as they parted. "See you third period, Vi! Bye!" Her friends walked off together as Violet headed in the opposite direction towards her history class. Mr. Needleman wasn't exactly her idea of the ideal teacher, but she had to admit he knew his stuff. They were studying the Great Depression this week, and he had a way of –

What was that? Violet stopped and listened. There it was again. It sounded like a sharp snap, as if someone had broken a dry tree branch in half. Then Violet heard the screaming. Several students came running down the hallway toward her, their faces twisted in fear. Violet watched them pass, and ran to where they were running from. She came to where two hallways crossed, close to the school entrance, and saw chaos. Books and papers were on the hallway floor where students had dropped them, and several locker doors had been left open. Students were running every which way, but she couldn't see what they were running from. Violet heard more sharp snaps, and recognized them as gunfire, probably from a pistol. Looking towards the sound, she saw a figure in dark clothing moving deliberately and slowly down the hallway. From time to time, he'd raise his arm, and another snapping sound would be heard.

Vi heard a moan, and turned around to see a middle-aged, well-built man lying on the ground. His blue security uniform was stained with blood on the chest, and he was having difficulty breathing. Violet knelt next to him. "Mr. Stalcup! What's happening? Are you OK?"

The older man laughed grimly, his face grimacing with the pain. "Well, Violet, like the man said, I'm pretty fucking far from OK. He came in, walked through those doors, and just started shooting. I tried to stop him, but . . ." He looked down at himself. "Oh, God, I'm going to die."

Violet hurriedly took off her jacket, the red one that had been a present for her birthday last year. She tore off Mr. Stalcup's shirt and saw the wound where the bullet had entered. It was a fairly large hole, probably from a 9-millimeter. She pressed her jacket on to the wound to staunch the bleeding. "You're not going to die! You're not going to die!"

Mr. Stalcup was finding it harder to speak. "Violet, you have to warn the others. He's shooting everyone in sight. He'll kill everyone. You . . . you have to get them out of here."

Violet hesitated, then looked around. She saw a student cowering in a corner, softly whimpering. She pointed at him. "You! Come here." When the student didn't respond, Violet yelled. "Now! He needs help!" The student complied, and crawled across the hall floor to Violet. He seemed to be a year younger than Violet, and he looked around nervously. Violet looked him straight in the eyes. "Listen to me. Stay here with him." She indicated Mr. Stalcup. "Keep pressing on his wound, and keep him awake! Help will be here soon."

The student took her place on the floor as Violet stood up. "But, but, but what if he comes back!"

Violet knew he was referring to the gunman. She looked down the hall towards where he had gone. "That's not going to happen," she said with determination in her voice.

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The gunmen walked down the hallway laughing to himself. This was turning out better than he'd thought. They weren't ignoring him now. He wasn't a nobody anymore. Now, he was feared. He spotted the classroom he was looking for, Room 112. He put a new clip into his semi-automatic pistol and flung open the door. He pointed his gun at the teacher standing in front, causing her to cry out involuntarily. "Hello, everyone! I'm afraid your class has been interrupted due to technical difficulties. Nobody move!" He swung the gun around to cover the class, and pulled another, smaller one out of his waistband. "It's hard to pass the final when your brains are splattered on the floor." He smiled again. "Well, well. Honors English class. The smart kids. The cool kids. A world away from remedial English, isn't it, Mrs. Hogel? First period must be your favorite time of day."

Jenny Hogel, a ten-year veteran of teaching high school kids, managed to regain some of her composure. She was very aware of her right knee shaking, and hoped no one noticed it. "Listen, Calvin, calm down. You're upset. Whatever problems are bothering you, we can talk about them. We can help you."

Calvin turned to Mrs. Hogel, pointing his gun straight at her face. "A little late for that. I needed help before, and –"

Calvin swung around quickly to the husky blonde boy who was trying to rush him. He shot him quickly in the leg just above the knee, and the boy went down with a thud. A gasp went up from the class. The husky boy was clutching his thigh in pain and cursing Calvin. Blood began seeping from between his fingers. Calvin knelt over him to examine his handiwork, still covering the others with his guns. "Looks bad, Mike. Guess you'll be missing the homecoming game, huh?" He surveyed the other students, enjoying the looks of fear in their faces, before he turned his attention back to Mrs. Hogel. "As I was saying, I needed help before, but you were too busy! Too busy with your pets!" He waved his gun to indicate the students. "It was always about what they needed, about giving them the best opportunities. And the rest of us were left behind, abandoned for the smart kids. Well, say goodbye to them." Calvin turned both his guns on the students and pulled the triggers repeatedly, too fast for anyone to react. The bullets sped towards the crowd of frightened students.

And hit a glowing force field. A teenage girl with long dark hair, wearing a mask and a red uniform with a large "I" on it, stood at the back of the room with her hands up in front of her. Calvin cursed and turned his gun on Mrs. Hogel. She heard the shot, and screamed, but then realized that the bullet hadn't hit her. She opened her eyes to find herself protected by another force field. The girl known as the Shield (secret identity: Violet Parr) yelled at the class, "Everybody get out now! I'll cover you!"

Mrs. Hogel was the first to react. "Everyone, out the back! Come on!" Students started exiting, and one of them leaned down to help Mike, whose leg was now bleeding profusely. The Shield looked, and recognized the handsome student helping his friend. Tony, she thought, and remembered that Tony Rydinger was taking Honors English this term. Tony helped Mike up, letting him lean on him, and nodded a thanks to the teenage superheroine as he passed her. Violet turned her attention back to the gunman, who fired his guns again, but the force field still held.

He watched the students run out of the door in frustration. "Damn you, Shield!" He fired once again at the force field, with the same result.

The Shield made certain the classroom was clear before speaking. "Put your guns down now. It's over." She looked closer at the gunmen and recognized him. "Calvin?"

After the initial surprise of the Shield's interruption, Calvin's voice was calmer now. "Well, what do you know, the Shield knows my name. You know, I should be pissed, since you spoiled my fun, but that's OK. I guess I've had enough. They don't be forgetting me anytime soon, that's for sure. I figured the cops would come, but I honestly didn't expect a super. I guess I should be honored."

The Shield moved her field so that it surrounded Calvin. "That's right. It's an honor. Now put the gun down. It's over. You can't shoot anyone else."

Calvin grinned. "Well, you're almost right." He suddenly rotated the gun so that the barrel was under his chin, pointed upward.

"Calvin, no!" Violet attempted to collapse the field, so that it would stand between the gun barrel and Calvin's head, but she was too late. There was another snapping sound, and Calvin fell against Violet's force field, his upper body hanging a foot off the ground for a second before the field collapsed entirely. Calvin's body hit the floor, his head oriented towards Violet. It lay unmoving.

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