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.

"Kim, Natalie, and Peyton are near Gazerbeam Park!" The cheery font read. "Check out Kim (@its-k.impossible)'s story."

Violet hesitated for a moment, finger hovering over the KatchUp notification. Gazerbeam Park was only a block away from where she was standing. Her heart began to pound.

Violet's friends were superheroines and trained secret agents—why weren't they on patrol in their sectors tonight? She'd read Mr. Deavor's schedule in the morning when he'd shown it to them on encrypted holo-text (before self-destruction). Kim was supposed to be in the shopping district. Natalie should've been patrolling the docks, and...well, nobody knew where Peyton went every night. She didn't work for Winston—some guy named Nick Fury had hired her before he'd gotten the chance to.

The teenager took one last look around, and curiosity got the better of her.

The three girls, dressed in tight-fitting dresses, raised their glasses and posed for a zoomed-out 0.5 selfie. The purple, pink and blue lights illuminated their faces, and a disco ball hung overhead. It was clear that Violet's friends were at a party. 'Near Gazerbeam Park...' the notification had read. But whose house?

And then it dawned upon her. Tony Rydinger, quarterback star, was probably hosting at his apartment. The football team had just won it big at state championships, so obviously everyone at Lake View High had to celebrate (by illegal and questionable means, no less).

But why were Violet's friends there? They were usually too busy with superhero/vigilante work to attend these things—like her. Ever since Winston had reached out to her family, her mom and dad had finally let her have the chance to go on solo missions. The Underminer 'incident' near the Town Hall a few weeks ago had gotten Mr. Deavor's attention, and he and his sister Evelyn had decided that now was the time to lobby for the reversal of the nationwide superhero ban. They'd launched a campaign with her mother, Elastigirl, and decided that now was the time to prove the success of future generations with Violet—super name Invisigirl. How original.

Violet had never thought anything of the ban—she liked it before. It helped her blend in and pretend that everything was fine, everything was normal. But no matter how hard she tried, being a super was literally in her blood. And if she was doing something as a superhero, at least she'd attempt to make a difference. And sometimes it was nice when encouraging people like Winston and Evelyn saw your potential and let you "unleash your powers into the world."

The superheroine took a look around her. It wouldn't be a big difference, she decided, if she went to check out the party (from afar). Tony's apartment was really close by, and didn't deviate too far from her usual patrol pathway. Evelyn and Winston wouldn't have to know.

Violet switched off her tracker, and leapt across to the next rooftop.

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"Her tracker's off," Winston frowned, staring at the frozen monitor inside the Deavor Headquarters. "Should we comm her?"

"Nah," Evelyn waved a hand. "Let her do some recon. A young superheroine has to explore the world on her own sometimes."

Behind Winston's back, the woman smirked. Young teenage superheroines were just so gullible—one social media notification, and they wouldn't even look up if the world crumbled at their feet.

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There was definitely a party at Tony Rydinger's apartment.

Violet peered down at the window below. Sure enough, the blue, pink, and purple lights danced around the room. Music blared loudly from the speakers—a rap artist that everyone knew (and either hated or loved; there was no in-between) dominated the soundtrack. Strange enough, she couldn't hear any excited, high-pitched squeals or the shouts of rowdy boys trying to chug...some type of liquid. Violet wished she had super vision at this moment to check if Kim, Natalie, and Peyton were inside, but she couldn't see anyone from so high above.

In fact, the superheroine was starting to question if anybody was even in the room.

Violet sighed. She knew she'd need Winston and Evelyn's help for this. She'd suffer consequences for going off-track, but if there was something suspicious afoot, it had to be dealt with—pronto.

Violet turned her tracker on again. "Come in, Winston and Evelyn," she said. "I'm about to investigate a party scene. There's music, there's lights, but nobody's in there."

She received no response. Only the faint whirr of static.

Violet tapped her headpiece and groaned. Guess I'm already receiving punishment, she mentally sighed.

Might you dare to go in? the wind cackled again, distorted voice becoming clearer and clearer. Maybe everyone partying inside is invisible.

Just. Like. You.

"Who are you?" Violet whispered, not knowing where to turn. "It's been a week of this toying around. Show yourself!"

Why don't you come in and find out? The mysterious voice taunted. The party's waiting.

"Fine," Violet frowned. She took a deep breath. It would be better if she attacked by surprise, or at least caught the adversary unawares. She knew she was going to be extremely vulnerable if she didn't take action fast enough. Well, she reasoned with herself, my powers exist for a reason. Might as well use them to my advantage.

The superheroine turned invisible and slinked into the bright apartment.

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The dance floor was empty. The snacks and drinks looked untouched, but the lights were still on and the music was still playing like everything was all right with the world.

Violet wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but she couldn't risk exposing her location. She'd been tricked. She knew she had—why else wouldn't anyone be here? Someone had probably photoshopped her friends into this scene (albeit quite realistically)—but how did they get to Kim's account?

The lights flickered on and off. Out of the corner of her eye, Violet saw the disco ball freeze in place, instantaneously stopped by an unseen force.

The superheroine backed up against the wall, breathing heavily–but staying as silent as a mouse.

Welcome, dear Invisigirl. It was the voice again. So glad you showed up at my party.

Coward, Violet thought. Show your face. At least I haven't been invisible for an entire week.

Suddenly, Violet's legs were thrown out from behind her. She collapsed on the ground with an ungraceful "Oof!" The superheroine got up quickly and looked around—it was useless hiding herself now. Evidently, the adversary knew where she was.

The lights dimmed, switching off one by one. "W-W-Welcome—" the voice became distorted.

"Welcome," A more humane voice whispered. "Congratulations, young superheroine, for failing the super community yet again."

"I haven't failed," Violet growled.

"Might want to keep that temper in check," the new voice chuckled. "Maybe you know me from your mother's great train save?"

The lights were all off. Violet tried to adjust her eyes to the light, and frantically tapped the side of her mask to activate the night-vision lenses.

Then, the walls came alive, spiraling with confusing optical illusion patterns of spinning black-and-white squares. Violet squinted against the blinding lights. "I am the Screenslaver," the voice laughed. "And welcome to my home."

"Where—" Violet turned around. A strange villain with a tall and lanky body leapt at her, and she dodged to her left. He was wearing a black gas mask, with wide eyes that reflected the optical illusions surrounding them. Violet forced herself to tear her eyes away from them: the superheroes had seen this ruse before. She didn't want to be hypnotized—much less before a real fight.

"You've been avoiding me for too long," the Screenslaver took a menacing step forward. "Why don't you want to fight?"

Violet stepped back instinctively, but collided with the wall. She forced herself to look forward (but not directly at the illusions). "It's simple," she whispered. "I wanted to spare you, but you obviously want to throw yourself in harm's way. You underestimate me."

With that, the superheroine vanished. A pink force field shot out from where she was standing, launching itself directly at the Screenslaver. He dodged it, and kicked ferociously at the air. Invisigirl chuckled, her voice echoing across the room. The Screenslaver ran toward the source, and received a punch that knocked him off his feet. He grabbed at the air, but Violet was too quick. She ran to the other end of the room, launching another force field at him.

This game of cat-and-mouse continued, with Violet's invisible taunts and the Screenslaver's futile attempts to dodge her attacks.

"If I'm a coward, then you're a hypocrite." The Screenslaver spat. "Why hide your face when you believe I'm no match for you?"

"Why would I be a coward when invisibility is my gift? I'm simply using my powers to my advantage. You choose to lurk in the shadows, luring people in through a screen. I think that's true cowardice." Violet smirked, displaying a cynical half-smile for a split second.

"Well, my plan worked!" The Screenslaver shouted.

Violet didn't deny that it had worked. Her fear of missing out had led her straight into his trap.

"My dear, you can continue hiding yourself," the Screenslaver suddenly became calm. "Or you can join me. You've seen the power of the screens and how easy it is to get someone to do your bidding."

"Definitely not. You know, I never chose to disappear," Violet smirked, showing only her cynical half-smile. She delivered a swift kick to the Screenslaver's stomach. He doubled over, and Violet punched the side of his face.

"I had to work so hard to gain control of my powers, and I always thought the world was out to stop me–or that my powers were some kind of a curse that wouldn't let me fit in." She shot out her leg to kick the Screenslaver, but he dodged just in time.

"I was obviously trying to fit in with the wrong crowd." Still invisible, Violet ran to the other side of the room. She snuck up behind the Screenslaver and delivered a blow to the back of his shins, and the villain collapsed onto the floor—only to right himself in a matter of seconds.

"Well, that's changed. I've found people who genuinely care about me for who I am. Now I can choose when to be invisible and when not to be, and I'm not going to stop doing the right thing even if some lame troller on the internet wants to make me feel insecure about myself. I bet you're just as doubtful of yourself as I was before, but you won't gain my sympathy so easily. I earned my life and my powers—and you're not going to take it away from me."

Violet curled her hand into a fist and punched the Screenslaver's cheek squarely. His mask shifted to the side.

"No–" Violet heard him give a strangled cry. The illusions flickered, and the man stumbled away from her. The teenager watched as his other cheek collided with the wall, shifting his mask back into place.

In an instant, the Screenslaver was up and alert. The illusions came back with a blinding ferocity, and Violet shielded herself from their glare.

The goggles, she realized. They give him power...or do they control him?

The superheroine knew what she had to do—get the goggles away from the Screenslaver. That way, his power would be compromised and she'd catch the villain red-handed and powerless.

Violet spun around and gave the Screenslaver a solid kick to the face again. The goggles slid further off his face this time, and he sat in a daze, stoic and unmoving.

The superheroine gave him one more kick before reappearing. The Screenslaver lay on the ground, clutching his side in agony. The goggles had slipped clean off his face and hung around his neck.

Violet approached the man cautiously. "Now, let's see who the real Screenslaver is."

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"No!!!" Evelyn screamed in a fit of rage. The girl had disabled her connection to the fight, rendering the goggles—and her programming abilities—useless. The pizza delivery guy's goggles had fallen off—she couldn't control him anymore, so he could only fend for himself. She feared she'd given him too much information to begin with—Evelyn shuddered upon the thought of her entire scheme collapsing.

Winston looked at his sister worriedly. "Is everything alright? Is Violet holding up well?"

"She's fine," Evelyn dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"Wait," Winston looked at the surveillance camera screen. It was blank—evidently deactivated or broken. "Where's the screen tracking Vi?"

"It's down," sighed Evelyn wearily.

"And her tracking signal—gone as well," frowned Winston. "Are you sure she's okay?"

"She's fine," Evelyn insisted. "Trust me."

"Obviously something's up," Winston sighed. "There's something amiss—I just don't know what it is. Maybe Violet's in danger. She's only sixteen, you know. Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl had doubts on sending her out on field missions like these, and I understood why. We promised we'd keep her safe, Eveyln—"

"And Mom and Dad promised they'd keep us safe. Look where they are now." Evelyn snapped. "She's just one super—if she chose to go off-radar, then she has to face the consequences on her own."

"Since when have you been so cold-hearted?" Winston looked at his sister.

"Dad and Mom died because we relied on superheroes to protect us, yet you continue to chase your wild dreams about making a better place with them on your side. But why should we care about them when all they did was fail to do their job?"

Winston paused. He looked at his sister with a sigh. "I suppose that's why you have a vendetta against Supers. Guess it's been you all along."

"What do you mean?"

"You're the Screenslaver."

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"You're not the Screenslaver," said Violet.

The man rubbed his eyes groggily. "Where am I?"

"You're in an apartment building, and you're going to face serious repercussions for attacking me," frowned Violet. "But you aren't the Screenslaver—are you? I swear you delivered pizza to my house last week."

"I work for the Happy Platter Pizzeria," the man said. "I don't know who this Screenslaver is." He raised his hands in surrender.

"Do you remember who gave you the goggles?" Violet pointed to them.

"Oh, yeah." The man ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Some crazed woman from DevTech—that was my last delivery spot before getting off work. Her name tag said she was Eve or something like that."

"Evelyn?" Violet whispered.

Just then, Violet's cell phone rang. She picked it up apprehensively, but the man didn't seem to care. He waved his hand tiredly for her to take the call.

The superheroine almost sighed with relief upon seeing the caller ID. "Kim?" She asked. "Everything okay?"

"Vi, you good? Winston called us, saying that we need to find you. We're all headed to DevTech right now—apparently, Evelyn's the Screenslaver. Oh, by the way, my KatchUp account got hacked. Don't respond to anything it sends you, alright?"

"You're a little too late for that," Violet chuckled ruefully. "I'm at Tony Rydinger's apartment right now because the hacker convinced me you guys were there. Thankfully, I caught a fake Screenslaver there as well."

"You're in Tony Rydinger's apartment?" Kim shrieked. "You better tell me everything once you get to DevTech."

"Should I bring the pizza delivery guy with me?"

"What—never mind; just bring him."

"Okay."

"Oh, also, Violet?" Kim said. "I saw the story on Natalie's phone. She's changing into her supersuit right now. We'd never go to a party without you."

"I know that now," answered Violet. "Now let's put an end to the Screenslaver's reign."