spark a dream

it's a face-off, not a trap!

This is set in an alternate universe where Violet figures out the Screenslaver's identity instead of Elastigirl. Enjoy!

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"All systems clear," Evelyn whispered to Violet over the headset. "You're good to go."

Violet nodded, knowing that her employer was watching from one of her many security cameras planted within the unsuspecting stone walls of nearby buildings. She stared into the distance for a second, then started to run.

I'm watching you, the wind murmured. Violet shivered as the evening breeze crept up her spine. Auntie Edna was an amazing designer, but the nylon wasn't nearly thick enough to block out the autumn gales.

Violet had been hearing this voice for over a week, its taunts sneaking into her brain, carried by the winds that accumulated as winter drew nearer. She had been trying to track it down, but to no avail—and the teen was getting worried. Her parents had made her promise she wouldn't get into harm's way. Violet could only hope that tonight's patrol would help reveal some answers to her.

New Urbem's residential district was relatively tame—and a good place to hide. Violet reasoned that even the most heartless villains wouldn't eradicate so many peaceful citizens at once just so they could find her: if the civilians all perished, then who would be left to follow their tyrannical orders once they "took over the world?"

I'll find you, wherever you are. The soft voice became distorted and eerie—almost like it was generated from a machine.

Violet whirled around. "Did you hear that?" she whispered. "It's the voice again."

"Hear what?" Winston replied through the headset.

"Never mind." The young superheroine rubbed her temples in frustration. She pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose to secure her mask, and continued her patrol.

So far, Violet had managed to dodge a few unsettling encounters with the help of Evelyn and Winston's tech (and occasional words of sage advice). She wasn't too keen on squaring up with an adversary face-to-face; it was much better if she stuck to the shadows and fought crime silently. She was a strong believer that there was no need for supers to be so 'special' and set apart from the norm. Violet's philosophy was that if you were willing to put others before yourself, then you were a superhero in your own right.

Well, the reality couldn't be further off from that. Most days, it was a miracle if anyone looked up from their screens, much less to help a stranger. Violet knew she was being hypocritical, but then again, she wasn't spending Friday nights playing mindless video games. Others (like someone whose name rhymed with 'Bash Parr') couldn't care less about going outside, eyes glued to the computer all day long. The teen wasn't one to touch grass and 'explore the great outdoors,' but at least she wasn't addicted to her phone. Besides, night patrolling was fun—even if it broke her sleep schedule.

Ding. Violet's phone screen lit up in her pocket with a notification from a popular social media app, KatchUp. How ironic, Violet thought. She cursed herself for not putting her phone in 'Do Not Disturb' mode. She couldn't afford distractions on night patrol, when criminals were on the prowl everywhere.

The girl leapt to another rooftop and scanned her surroundings quickly, checking for any suspicious activity. When she was sure the coast was clear, Violet pulled out her phone to switch it off. But before she could stop it, her eyes wandered over to the notification on the bottom of her screen.