Chapter Four

The First Encounter

Late one night, Edna Mode sat at her computer, designing some new gadgets. She was sleepy, but there would be no sleep until the digital blueprints were ready. She had been drinking coffee, but was still worn out. Her eyelids were heavy, but she trudged on.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass startled her. She left her chair to check out what had happened. Perhaps a vase had fallen off the stand and broken, and that always made her crazy. Instead of the shattered remains of a vase, there were the shattered remains of her window, and there was a man standing in the pile of glass.

"Hello, Edna." The man said. The dark of the night showed her his silhouette only, no face or anything like that.

"Who are you?" She asked, "And why are you here?" The man said nothing,

"ANSWER ME!" Edna demanded. The man stuck out his arm, and Edna was suddenly unable to move or talk.

"I have a job for you," he said, "and you're going to do it, like it or not. You're going to help me take out the Incredibles." Edna's eyes widened, clearly not liking what she had just heard. The man's arm disappeared from view, and when it came back, it was holding an object in the shape of an electric razor. Whatever was holding Edna in place released her, and the razor object lit up like a firework. Her vision was blurred, and everything was starting to swirl, like she was looking into a kaleidoscope.

"You are going to trap the youngest Incredible in a cage nothing he can do will break. You're going to keep him alive, and you will do so until I say otherwise." In Edna's mind, only two words could suit this,

"Yes Master," she said, under a trance. If there were light in the room, she would have seen the figure smirking.

"Good," he said, "now get to it."

"Yes, Master," said Edna, and left to start with the cage.

"And As for the others," he said to himself, "I will make them unable to stop me." He let loose a fit of evil laughter.

Meanwhile, at the Parr household, a machine that looked like a ball with arms flew in through an open window, and searched around the house for something. Eventually, it found it: a hairbrush. The tiny bot scanned all the hairs, and eventually found its target. It took a lock of black hair from the comb. Scanning the DNA from it, it sent said DNA to its master. With its job done, the bot flew out the window it came in from, and off into the night.

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The following morning, Chance was in his room, on his laptop, when a knock came to his door.

"It's open," called Chance. The knob turned, and Avon walked into the room.

"Chance," he said, "I know about her." Chance felt his heart skip a beat. Would Avon move Chance so he couldn't be with Violet? Avon noticed something about Chance,

"Are you okay?" he asked,

"Please don't force me to leave Violet," he said, "I care about her so much."

"Chance," he said, "You need to mellow out; you look like you have just seen a ghost. I am not going to force you to leave her." This took a great weight off of Chance's shoulders. "But I am going to tell you that you can't both race and date Violet. Suppose that you and Violet get married, and you die in an accident like your dad, where does that leave Violet? You have to give one of them up." Now Chance knew he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He loved Racing, but he loved Violet just as much. It would be hard to choose one over the other. Suddenly, the phone on Chance's nightstand rang, and Avon answered it.

"It's for you," said Avon, tossing the cordless phone to Chance, and he caught it.

"Hello?" asked Chance,

"Chance," said a voice belonging to Mrs. Parr, "are you busy at the moment?"

"No," said Chance, "why do you ask?"

"Well," said Mrs. Parr, "Mr. Parr is out of state for a business trip, and Dash is at summer camp. It's just me, Jack-Jack, and Violet for the week. Since Violet has nothing to do, I was wondering if you might want to take her out on the town." Chance looked at his Uncle.

"You can," he said, "just don't do anything that might get you in trouble, got it?"

"Mrs. Parr," said Chance, "I would love to, I'll be right over." He stood, and then realized: A T-Shirt, Boxers, and socks weren't exactly appropriate date wear. A quick shower and a change into a clean clothes consisting of jean shorts, a different T-Shirt, socks, and sneakers solved that problem. Before he left, his uncle told him to think long and hard about which of his two loves one he would leave.

Chance took Violet to a movie. The pair watched the film, unwary of what was about to happen. Chance reached his hand into the popcorn bucket in the seat between them, and found something that was not popcorn. It was Violet's hand. Lucky for them, the dark of the theater hid their blushing.

Then with an earsplitting sound, resembling a giant boulder being smashed to bits, the theater was ripped from its foundation. Violet and Chance saw a man in a grey morph suit.

"Tremble before me!" Yelled the figure, "I am Second Sight, and I will take over this puny city." Violet and Chance tried to escape, and made it to the front of the building. Or, what used to be the front of the building.

Second Sight was looking for one person in particular: Violet. He had regained his memory of who he was…Well, used to be, and what he had done to Violet. He looked, but it was like trying to find one particular snow flake in a blizzard. Finally, he spotted her. He flew in near them, slammed the boy she was with into the concrete ground, and used his finger beam to trap Violet.

Chance knew he had to do something. When he saw a man running with a computer, he knew what to do. He grabbed the computer from the man's hands, and smashed it on the ground.

"What the hell was that for?" Demanded the angry man, "I could have you arrested you punk." The man continued to babble on and on. Chance ignored him, waving his hands over the remains of the computer. Parts began to form, and they created a gun, with a strap for him to put the gun around his shoulder. The man silenced himself, and fled. Chance climbed a ladder to a building top, and said to Second Sight,

"Leave her alone." He raised the gun at the villain. The villain smirked,

"Do you really think that little toy can-" Chance fired the gun, and the figure suffered a lot of pain, forced to drop Violet. She began falling towards the concrete. Chance grabbed a streamer that stretched from one building to another, swung down, and grabbed Violet. He then swung to the safety of a nearby building top.

"Stay here, Violet," said Chance, "I'm going to teach this guy how to treat a lady." Chance ran, and took a few more shots at Second Sight. Second Sight tried to make him immobile, but Chance shot the glove before the beam was out.

Second Sight took a real beating from Chance, and he lay there, trying to collect himself.

"It's over," said Chance, "you've lost. Now pick yourself up and get the hell out of here." What came from Second Sight was not something angry, or in agreement, it was laughter.

"You shot me a few times with a laser gun," said Second Sight, "do you really think that it's over that quickly." Second Sight whipped up, faster than Chance could register. He stuck out his hand palm facing up, and something flew from a tube in the wrist. Chance then felt a prick in his neck. It was a tranquilizer. Chance began to feel dizzy, and then like an elephant was sitting on his head.

When Violet saw Chance fall, she panicked, trying to run to his aid. But she was made immobile before she got there.

"You friend has a train to catch," said Second Sight, "you, have business with ME!" Second Sight let out a bellow of evil laughter.

Oh no, what is in store for Chance and Violet? Stay tuned to find out.