Ch 1: Captured

Dash looked around. The walls of the room he was in was very white, like the walls you would find in the hospital. The only thing that indicated he wasn't in a hospital was the lack of the overwhelming antiseptic smell, though he would totally believe he was in a hospital as a sharp intense pain throbbed in his head and he would had automatically assumed he was in the Hospital for Supers, his wounds treated by some kind doctor with the nice gentle hands doctors always had.

An excruciating pain shot through his leg as he tried to sit up and with a scream he dropped down onto the bed, where a wound was, causing another jolt of pain shooting through his nerves and causing a whimper to surface from his throat to his mouth.

Have I been captured? Dash could only remember the events previously very faintly and since everything was still a garbled mess in his head, he did not trust his memory.

And as if in cue, a loud cackle permeated the eerie silence. The witch stepped towards Dash and he noticed something immediately - the hairdo of the witch was bizarre, hair sticking up suck that it looked like a fire. And the witch was a dude. He looked familiar, but Dash couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Dash! Welcome back!" The weird dude cackled as he grinned slyly, like a fox would do if foxes even know how to smile. A shiver went down Dash's spine.

There was one thing Dash knew about though - it was that they had met before. He was certain of it.

"Do I know you?" Dash grunted as his throat burner from the effort of trying to speak. He coughed violently.

"You'll be shocked if you remembered me. Try to recall anything," the witch/fox dude grinned.
Dash closed his eyes, trying to recall when out of his mind, he recalled that his name started with a S... Samuel? Symphony? Syn... He was fairly sure he was right, he…

Syndrome.

It was Syndrome. Back from the dead, with the fire-like hair and all. Dash was stunned.

"Are you real?" he asked. Syndrome hissed in annoyance as he replied, "Of course I am, you stupid boy! Any stupid supervillain would take off their cape if they were going to get sucked into the plane's engine." That explained the missing body. Syndrome then left for a while, leaving Dash all alone.

The memories slowly came back to Dash. He was in a tight with his family, battling against an Omnidroid that he thought he would never see again, and as he dodged the flailing claws something hit him at the back of his head and everything turned black. Of course. Syndrome kidnapped him.

A sliver of fear crept in him. He knew how powerful Syndrome was, with his cool high-tech things and rays that froze and suspended people in the air but he didn't want another encounter with those things again.

And as Syndrome stepped into the lights Dash finally saw what he was holding - a camera and a knife. His face paled. He got stabbed a couple times during his patrol and it hurt like hell, even for a strong Super like him.

Syndrome noticed a slight change in the boy's eyes, betraying the fact that the boy was scared despite trying to conceal it. "Scared?"

Syndrome snarled as he switched on the camera. "I'll make you pay for what your stupid family did to me last time.

There was so much venom in his voice that Dash instantly tried to get off the bed but he realised he should have done it earlier as a few guards swarmed around him, pinning his limbs together and effectively making him immobile. They carried him out of the room and to somewhere where they strapped him to a metal table. Then Syndrome ambled towards him with that sky smirk, before putting the camera on a stand.

"Poor little boy," he murmured.

Helen Parr was screaming her head off when she realised her son Dash was no where to be found. She had check the whole vicinity but she still did not find her son. In the end, she had to return home. The ride back to the house was quiet, everyone shocked about Dash's disappearance.

Upon reaching home, Helen laid down on the couch, beat. Violet and Bob solemnly went into their respective rooms. Helen tried to get up but she simply didn't have the will or energy to do so. All she could think of was her impulsive and hyperactive son who has a kind heart was missing.

It was an hour of laying on the sofa and staring at the ceiling than she heard Bob's room open, and he walked towards her, his race pale. In his large palms were his laptop.

"Helen, you gotta see this," Bob whispered, his voice barely audible.

It was a mysterious email, and with it came a video. It read:

Give me a million dollars transferred to: (bank account name). If you don't do it within 24 hours, your pathetic son gets it.
Video file download (MP4):

"Oh my gosh," Helen muttered. Her son had been kidnapped!

Hesitatingly, she pressed the play button. Her eyes went big when she recognised the figure strapped to the table as her son Dash. A figure was standing beside him, his face covered.

There was a voice changer, so - he? she? - sounded like Darth Vader.

"You will pay, Incredibles. I have your son as hostage and you'd better fulfill my requirements before such things happen to him," Darth Vader guy hissed before sinking the knife into Dash's bicep. A hoarse scream erupted from Dash and Helen gasped. Dash squirm, a futile attempt to escape from the table but the figure slapped him in the face. His head whipped to the side as his cheek slowly turned into a deep shade of red. Tears sprung into Helen's eyes as the figure cut off the video. How could he/she do this to her son? Her beautiful gregarious son!

And she cried for hours.