She wasn't ready to be any more visible than she was. She didn't feel like she could stay, though. A smart man once said that evil lay in the hearts of ordinary men just doing their jobs. She didn't clean up the bodies- she met them at the door and tried not to think about why she never shook their hands when they left. She worked from 8 AM to 5 PM every day, with an hour for lunch and two weeks of paid vacation. "How could you let him?" they asked her over and over again. A lot of people afterwards didn't understand that. She had no mother to give her a headband.
#Incredibles x mirage skin#
It was the first time she'd tried a full-body change since she was a very little girl and her skin burned as if she'd been out in the sun all day for too long.Įven when she became physically visible again, she was invisible. She went to her bedroom and disappeared for three days without leaving. Her anger and sadness faded into pain and loss. She'd come home in her bright red graduation gown and met her brother at the door. They missed her high school graduation, their car struck by a bus tossed by an errant Supervillain (somewhat harder to repress than the law-abiding Supers, there had been a rash of attacks during her high school years). There never seemed to be a good time, and then there was no time and her parents were dead, the thought of confession useless. She never told them what she could do why there were times growing up that they could never find her, even when she was in the house. When her parents came in and told her to put out the light, she did, holding her fingers underneath the covers like a promise to herself. When she was a little girl and the Supers slipping out of the news and into history books and comics, Mirage stayed up late at night and read her brother's old comics over and over, tracing her fingers across the page, changing her fingertips to match their costumes like some sort of odd manicure. It was almost amusing that a villain had turned the country back onto the idea of superheroism there was a book in there, Mirage was sure, but she wasn't going to write it. Syndrome had been dead for ten years, not that anyone was counting anymore, when the last anti-Super laws were overturned. Almost contradictory, wasn't it? It was easy to be oneself and invisible- but not half as easy to be oneself and visible to everyone. The smile did, the banter, the costume, and yes- the mask. Invisible people don't see themselves, either. Popular people don't see invisible people. Popular people, Violet thought sometimes, don't understand the difference between trying to be invisible and having to be invisible. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.Įxcerpt: When she was a little girl and the Supers slipping out of the news and into history books and comics, Mirage stayed up late at night and read her brother's old comics over and over, tracing her fingers across the page, changing her fingertips to match their costumes like some sort of odd manicure. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. They were both invisible.ĭisclaimer: The Incredibles belongs to Disney/Pixar. Comm: International Day of Femslash 7/19/08