Chapter One

A Chance Meeting

It had been two years since Syndrome's defeat. The Parr family had been swayed into crime fighting when a crook or criminal mastermind decided to disturb the peace of Metroville. Violet was in her room, reading a magazine she had read a million times. She would not normally be reading it, but right now, she would do anything to get her mind off him. Tony. She had found him cheating on her. When she found that, she was heartbroken, refusing to leave her room, save for school so long as she could avoid Tony.

She had found comfort in reading, and other things that would help take her mind off of Tony. Suddenly, the door was rapped upon.

"Come in," said Violet, putting the magazine down. The door opened, and Mrs. Parr walked into the room.

"Hey, Violet," said Mrs. Parr, "I know you're hurt by what Tony did, but you can't just stay in your room all the time, it's unhealthy. Your dad and brother are going to Avon Racing Academy, to see the big race, and they wanted to know if you'd like to come."

"I don't really like the smell of burning rubber," said Violet.

"Well," said Mrs. Parr, "I'm sure there are some chores you could do around the house."

"Bye mom," said Violet, leaving her room, and into her father's car. Mrs. Parr smirked,

"Works every time."

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Chance sighed, putting on his helmet. He had learned of his father's death during the annual Avon Avenger Challenge. This challenge called for Racers from around the world to Race, and become the Avon Avenger for the year. The Avon Avenger would receive five thousand dollars in cash, a gold Trophy, and permanent spot on the Avon wall of fame. Casey had earned his spot, but he had decided to go for two, and that was the race that he died in. Chance was only able to convince his uncle to let him race by spending his life savings on making his car as safe as a bunker. However, before he could strap in, he had to go and talk to the fans. People could request to see the racer representing their desired country, and today, Chance was representing his home turf.

Each racer was given their own room to meet with the fans, and it came as a surprise that someone wanted to meet him. He walked in, to find a man with blonde hair and large muscles, a boy that looked similar, but with no muscles. He also saw a girl with black hair, with her nose stuck in a book. The man, assumingly her dad, told her to put the book down and be respectful to the racer.

"Well," said Chance, "I hope you guys enjoy the show today." The father spoke up,

"Sorry," he said, "we didn't quite understand that." Chance realized why, and removed his helmet.

"Sorry," he said, "my bad. What can I do for you?" The boy spoke up,

"Can I have your autograph?"

"Sure thing kiddo." Chance took a note pad from a pocket, as well as a pen. Upon learning his name was Dash, he wrote a message telling Dash to go after his dreams and let nothing stand in the way. He ripped the paper from the pad, and handed it to the boy. The boy seemed super excited. He talked with them a bit more, and then excused himself, saying that he needed to get to the car.

Inside the car, Chance was strapping in, and praying that he would not suffer the same fate as his father. His crew checked the car to make sure it was in tip top condition, and it was. Chance had his foot on the pedal, waiting for the flag to signal it was time to go. When it was time, Chance slammed down, dodging the other cars and jumping into first place. He drove faster and faster, the other racers doing all they could to catch up, but their attempts were in vain. Chance had absolutely no trouble crossing the finish line three times before the other racers. When Chance was just in front of the finish line, he swerved, and crossed the finish line in a drift. However, he put in too much power, and began to roll the car. The audience was shocked to see that. The crew instantly ran to see if he was okay. They took off his helmet. For a moment, it seemed he had died along with his dad, but then his eyes opened. After his crew stared at him for a few minutes, he spoke,

"Shoot," he said, "is the car okay?" The crew laughed laughter of relief, and hauled Chance to his feet, and he waved at the cheering audience. Avon ran to meet his nephew.

"Chance Avon Racer," he said, "If you EVER pull a stunt like that again, you are out of racing, you hear me?" Avon was not angry with his nephew, but more concerned. His heart had almost stopped when his motionless body had been taken from the car. The car itself received minimal damage, and could be fixed in an hour or two.

"Yeah," said Chance, "I read you loud and…Very loud."

"Get your ass up on that stage this instant." said Avon. Chance ran to it, giving Avon a chance to mellow out.

Chance got his cash prize, the trophy, and had his picture put right next to his father's. When he went to see his picture on the wall, he saw his father's picture next to his own. Chance felt a lump in his throat, and had a hard time keeping from crying. Finally, he fought off the tears.

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Violet was walking with her Brother and Father on the way out. Dash and Dad decided to go to the gift shop to get a souvenir for Jack-Jack and Mom. Violet said she would meet them at the car. She went to the bench around the corner from the gift shop. She looked around, and satisfied that no one was looking, she began to cry. The thought that Tony stabbed her back and broke her heart in one fell swoop was overwhelming. This time, she had nothing to occupy her attention, and therefore, could not keep the tears back.

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Chance was walking back to his car. His uncle had driven home the first opportunity he got, leaving Chance to take his own car home. As he walked along, he heard the sound of crying. Chance considered himself to be a caring person, so he took a detour from his car to the sound of the crying. He found a girl with raven hair, in blue jeans and a black sweater. Chance took a seat next to her,

"Are you alright?" he asked her. She jumped, like Chance had just jumped from behind a corner and scared her. She tried to hide her tears, telling him that all was fine, but she failed in that department.

"It's okay," said Chance, "you can tell me. I won't tell anyone."

"My boyfriend cheated on me," she said, "and I don't know if I can love again,"

"Wow," said Chance, "what a punk, hurting a pretty girl like that? He should know how to treat a lady."

"I don't suppose," said Violet, "you have any sadness, I mean, you won the gold."

"As a matter of fact," said Chance, "my life hasn't been cupcakes and sprinkles either. I've had some pretty sad stuff happen to me."

"Like what?" asked Violet,

"My father was killed in a racing accident when I was two, so I don't remember him, and my mom died of cancer when I was fourteen." Violet felt like she had just done the most horrid thing.

"I'm really sorry." She said,

"That's okay," said Chance, "you didn't know." The pair got to talking, and they learned that they were around the same age.

"I'm Chance," said Chance, offering his hand to Violet,

"I'm Violet," said Violet, shaking his hand with her own. But their conversation was interrupted.

"Get away from my daughter," said a voice, an angry one. Mr. Parr was there, clearly disliking what Chance was doing,

"We're just talking," said Violet,

"A likely story," said Mr. Parr, "if I catch you near my daughter again, I will beat you so hard your grandkids will have bruises." Chance got up and into his car faster than a rabbit to their hole.

As chance drove along, he realized he had some sort of feelings for Violet, but he couldn't figure out what they were…

Chapter one, done. I hope you liked this, because this was fun to write.