ONE

Mirage stared down at the screen of her tablet. She swiped through all of the terminated super heroes. She felt a pang of sympathy but it quickly disappeared when she remembered which side she was on. It didn't bother her to watch Syndrome torture and kill tons of good people but she wondered if it was sick not to care. She even watched Syndrome's guards send electricity, on Syndrome's command, through Mr. Incredible. Even worse was when Syndrome sent missiles at a plane that Mr. Incredible children and wife were on, and yet when Mr. Incredible was going to give Syndrome what he deserved and Mirage pushed him out of the way to save his life. Sometimes she wondered why she was on the evil side anyway. She remembered growing up and watching all of those TV shows and movies and always siding with the villain.

Syndrome paced back and forth, in thought, as she tried to locate an innocent super hero.

"You know," Mirage began. "Mr. Incredible is married to Elastagirl," she glanced at Syndrome to read his expression. It was worth it. He had his head cocked to the side and his blue eyes were confused with slight frown. He looked cute until his remark.

"Elastagirl?" His expression changed to amusement. "That's

ridiculous!" He laughed. Then his tone got a little darker. "I don't believe in love."

"Quite a statement," Mirage replied flatly.

"Look sweetheart, we all have our own perspective on things, mine is that love is just a petty waste of time." Syndrome stated.

"Apparently," Mirage bit her lip as Syndrome stepped closer to take a look at the list.

She read his face as he looked at the terminated heroes. His freckles made him look younger and more innocent but he was obviously evil and Mirage had to admit to herself that they were adorable.

That night brought rain. As Mirage stepped through the doors the guards had a flat expression, mouth locked in a forever frown. Except for a few. One of them had a slight smile and nodded at her as she walked past.

Mirage sat down in her leather rolling chair and took a sip of her coffee before scooting up to the keyboard. Mirage woke up and had to get to work at eight in the morning while Syndrome got to sleep in until whenever he wanted. He finally came strolling in around eleven.

"Lookie here," he said nodding at Mirage. "You get things done."

Mirage brushed a piece of platinum hair from her face. "Thank you, Syndrome."

A smile spread across his face just as guards dragged in the limp body of Mr. Incredible. Mirage stood up quickly and followed Syndrome, who was excitedly asking questions.

"How didja get him? Wait don't tell me..." Syndrome exclaimed. It was immature but in a cute way.

Mirage was soon noticing every detail about this boy, unknowingly. She didn't realize it until one day she caught herself thinking about the freckles under his black mask.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' She had thought, and kind of laughed it off.

She was having a date with Marvin anyway this weekend, so who cared. Marvin was a slightly emotionless person. Being with him was like a drag. They weren't dating, just friends, but he had asked her out and she didn't want to be rude, she had agreed.

TWO

It was Friday and Mirage was almost done getting ready when there was a knock on her bedroom door. She answered it quickly hoping it was the one person to save her from this agonizing date with Marvin. Unfortunately it wasn't syndrome at the door, instead it was a tall, slim guard.

"The boss will like a word with you." He said. Once again Mirage's faith was restored. 'The boss.' She thought.

Mirage headed over to Syndrome, who was bouncing around mocking Mr. Incredible while the poor hero watched.

"Look at you!" Syndrome laughed. "Not so incredible now, huh?" He wore an evil smile.

"Syndrome?" Mirage gently interrupted. "You wanted to talk?"

"I wanted to show you how pathetic Mr. Big Shot looked." Syndrome laughed. "You also are getting a new case."

Mirage smiled. "I'd be delighted to take it." She was glad to help in any way.

"Track down Elastagirl." Syndrome amusement turned into a dark smile.

"No!" Mr. Incredible bellowed quickly.

"She has to be terminated," Syndrome shrugged.

"No!" Mr. Incredible repeated louder and tugged furiously at the metal balls and electric strands holding his arms and legs.

Syndrome began to laugh.

"Buddy, look what you've become." Mr. Incredible said weakly.

"Zip it, you fool! AND DON"T CALL ME BUDDY!" Syndrome screamed impatiently.

"Thank you, Syndrome." Mirage said in a charming tone.

"My pleasure, sweet heart." Syndrome replied and stormed off.

THREE

She sat at the table, picking at her silver fork.

"My sister is engaged to this guy I really don't like." Marvin said his deep voice.

'Nothing like Syndrome.' Mirage thought staring off into space as Marvin talked about a man named George who was marrying his sister.

"He has a job at the hospital as a professional surgeon, makes more in a year than I could in my life, I work at the book store." Marvin said in a very very boring tone. Mirage could not wait to get this night over with.

"What's your career?" Marvin asked.

Mirage lightened up. This was her chance to prove to him that she was a villain so he wouldn't want her. It only takes an hour over here from the island due to the fast planes that Syndrome owns. She'd be back earlier than she had expected. Then she realized that she couldn't tell anyone about this super hero and villain business.

"It's classified." She said coldly.

"Oh I see." Marvin laughed, trying to be funny. "Well I guess I should explain more about me then. You see, the book store, owned by me, has been in the family for years."

FOUR

After dinner Mirage got on the white small plane that took her to Syndrome's island. In an hour she was back.

"How was it?" Syndrome asked.

"Horrible. He's nothing like you." She responded without thinking. Then realized what she had just said.

"Is that a bad thing or a good thing?" Syndrome challenged with a smile.

"That he's not like you?" Mirage nervously asked.

"Mm hmm." Syndrome nodded. His freckles, and his blue eyes, his cape and mask, everything about him was so perfect.

"Syndrome, I like you," She admitted. "Marvin is a drag compared to you."

Syndrome began to laugh. Now she had done it. Syndrome didn't believe in love or affection, at all.

"What is so funny?" she blushed.

"You like me?" There was still amusement in his tone. "Define like."

Mirage stood there, a little angry at either at him for taking this as a joke or herself for letting it slip out.

"Well I think your freckles are adorable." She admitted. "Your mask compliments you." She flipped her hair. "I love your style, terminating each super hero. I like villains, Syndrome."

"It's what I do," he said making his voice sound southern.

'Oh my god.' She blushed. 'That accent he does.'

"Well! That cleared things up!" Syndrome said. He's like a little kid. He's hyper.

"No it didn't." Mirage said quickly. "It just made things more complicated."

"Let me uncomplicate things for you." Syndrome stepped forward. "I think you're decent, myself, heh." I laughed a little bit when he said this. "In fact," he said putting his white gloved hand out for her. Mirage placed her hand in his glove. "I was going to ask you for dinner tonight," kissed her hand.

As she blushed she asked him, "Why didn't you say something."

"Heh, I thought you liked Marvin until tonight," He said. He didn't seem nervous at all but he was still a little amused.

Mirage's mouth dropped. "Marvin?" She choked on the word. "He's pitiful!" She laughed. She mentally slapped herself.

'Don't laugh! Keep your cool! Why do you think Syndrome cares about you? Because how you present yourself!'

He seemed to be fine with it though. In fact he looked mellow.

'and cute' Mirage thought to herself.

"Syndrome," she said glancing at his cheek.

"Heh, yeah?" he still was a little amused.

"You have something... right," She leaned forward and gently touched the freckles below his mask, "here." She pretended to wipe something off, even though there wasn't anything there.

"Thanks, Mirage." Syndrome said. "Now! For Mr. IncrediLoser!" He walked, like every villain does, cape gently drifting side to side, and a smug smile.

"How are you holdin in?" Syndrome said pointing a finger at Mr. Incredible. "Lookie here!" He paused to laugh a little. "A fallen hero," Syndrome sneered. "Hah! You're so weak," he keep going on. "The thing with you," Syndrome's tone got darker. "Is that I used to look up to you. You were a hero, to me." he said. Boy, has that ship sailed!" Syndrome laughed. "You were and still are pathetic, and I was pathetic for thinking that you were a true hero." Syndrome slammed his fist down on a red button that sent a wave of electric through Mr. Incredible.

"Arrg!" Mr. Incredible bellowed with pain.

"Mr. Incredible," Syndrome said in a fake surprised tone. "I thought that you were," Syndrome's eyes got darker. "Mr. Incredible." He slammed down on the button once more before leaving the room.

Mirage started after him but then turned around to look at Mr. Incredible. She approached him, and felt sympathy.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"What does he want?" Mr. Incredible grinded his teeth.

The sympathy disappeared.

"His childhood back." Mirage said snapped. "You broke his little heart. He was a ten year old little boy," she stabbed her finger at him. "You were his hero."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt him," Mr. Incredible said sadly.

Mirage narrowed her eyes. "And you say that now? Fifteen years too late, Mr. Incredible. Mental damage is much worse than physical. He has a sick, evil mind now."

"I- I didn't want to-" Mr. Incredible was interrupted.

"Save it," Mirage snapped and left the room.

"Syndrome?" Mirage asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

Syndrome made that adorable confused face that Mirage loved.

"Huh? For what?" He asked.

"Your hero turning on you, he's a bastard." Mirage stood firmly.

"You sure are special." Syndrome said this smile that made Mirage dizzy.

"Really." She sounded fascinated when she said this. "I think you're cute."

"Heh, Tell me more," Syndrome got closer.

"Do I have to?" Mirage said with a silky voice and with that she leaned in and kissed him.

This time she kept her cool.

'Did that really just happen!?' Mirage thought.

'Holy shit! SCORE!' Syndrome thought the same level of excitement.

Mirage was blushing and a few strands of hair fell in her face.

"Heh, look at you." Syndrome laughed.

Mirage felt butterflies. Everywhere. She was tingling with excitement and shock. Shock.

Mirage kissed him again. This time better. She wrapped her arms around his neck and played with his cape as they kissed. She felt his mask touch the bridge of her nose.

Farther away, two guards quietly talked while watching them.

"Look at boss, he's got that sexy Mirage," said one of the guards.

"Yeah, I sure wish I was him," the other one said.

"Why? He's so childish."

"He's got Mirage,"

"I wish I got Mirage," the guard said.

"I think I'm going to try and hook up with her," the other one whispered.

"So you can literally get killed?"

"Boss won't ever find out. He's off in his own little world."

"There are cameras everywhere!"

The next day, as usual, Syndrome came strolling out, as late as he woke up.