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Chapter 1

With hands clasped behind his broad back, the flame-haired man stood silently just outside a solid titanium door that had a small window, barely big enough for a pair of eyes to peer through. He was a tall man, and the small window would come to his nose should he be standing any closer. As it was, he was far enough away that he was able to calmly peer through the glass without any bending or shifting.

He glowed with self satisfaction, but instead of beaming in happiness, he smiled smugly, with a small smirk curling up one corner of his thin lips. His eyes, crystal blue and hard as steel, never wavered from the object of his observation.

"That…was easier than I thought it would be…" he murmured to himself, his voice coming in a soft purr of approval. Still smirking to himself, he finally turned away from the door, and turned down a brightly lit hallway. As he did so, the light from inside the small window faded away into darkness.

As his footsteps retreated away from the singular door at the end of the short hallway, those lights, too, dimmed and faded away into darkness, leaving only the light from the room at the opposite end of the hall to spill through and create a dim shadowy realm. But as the man stepped into said doorway, his wide shoulders and tall hair blocked most of the light. It was with a small chuckle that barely resonated off the walls that the man pulled closed that door, and then the darkness was complete.

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In this darkness, no more than an hour after the man's departure, something stirred in behind that tiny window. Inside that titanium door was a small square room made entirely of titanium. The room was roughly ten feet by ten feet, with another ten feet to the titanium ceiling. The floor was again titanium, and covered by a sole object. Rather, it was a slender body, which had slowly begun to stir from a sleep or unconscious state.

Violet Parr opened her eyes, only to close them, finding no difference between the two circumstances. It was only after a groan did she pushed her upper body off the ground in a semi-sitting position, and blinked her eyes several times. Still, there was no light.

"Where am I…?" she wondered out loud, reaching up to touch her slightly aching forehead. As she began to orient herself, she began to accept that she was in a very very dark place. This observation, although unexciting and uninformative as it may be, was enough to set a small creeping fear up her slender spine.

She inspected herself first. She was still wearing her Super suit, but her mask was gone. This drove another shiver through her, as her mask had come to mean the protection of her secret identity. Did her captor know her secret identity? Violet's hands shook a little from the possibility, but she soon quelled the feel. It made her notice the thick metal band that surrounded her left wrist. Frowning, she touched it with her right hand, running her fingers over the smooth metal. She couldn't even feel the clasp. It was light, but heavy enough for her to feel the weight of it when she lifted both hands. She had no idea what it was, but any attempt to slip her hand out of it or open it failed, so she left it alone to continue her exploration of her new environment.

Cautiously, she got up onto her hands and knees, and then pushed up slowly, raising herself to her full height with care in case there was something above her. Walking, or shuffling, she held her hands out in front of her and began to explore her surroundings. It didn't take long.

Good, so…I'm in a small little room of some kind of metal, with a door that has no handle and a window that is as big as my hand and as dark as the metal surrounding it…Great. She mused silently, finally seating herself back down. She had already forced panic down and out of her chest, where it squirmed uncomfortably and mostly ignored in her stomach.

Think, Vi, think. What do you remember? Frowning, the young woman began to retrace her steps from the last time she woke.

Morning just like any other…Woke up in her childhood bed, as it was the summer after high school and she had yet to move out to the college dorms. Had breakfast with her family…Spent most of the morning in her room, drawing.

She had received a call from a friend who'd asked her to go see some movies with some other friends…She remembered telling her mother, who had of course consented, so long as she watched Jack Jack while her mother was out running errands.

Violet Frowned, pausing in her thought process. Had she heard something? Turning her head to where she thought the handle-less door was, she listened. But after a few moments of nothing, she returned to her thoughts, reaching up to pull her long black hair from her round face.

When her mother had gotten home, Violet had been ready to leave for the movies when the alarm sounded from the telephone. Faster than the human, and sometimes even mechanical, eye could catch, her brother Dash was out of his room and fully dressed in his Super suit. He eager jumped up and down while the rest of the family hurried to their own suits and pulled them on as quickly as possible.

As Violet pulled her hair back a second time, her fingers slid over her skull, and felt the bump at the back of her head. She winced when her fingers came in contact with it. "Ouch…oh man…Did somebody hit me?" She whispered quietly, bending her head down to gingerly touch it. There, right at the back of her head, the bump throbbed in quiet pain. She hadn't noticed it before because her whole head ached, to be honest. But now, as her fingers gently examined the rest of her skull, she tried to remember the rest.

There had been a fight. Some villain had been attacking the local elementary school, for reasons beyond her. It seemed like general Super work at first. Jack Jack was dropped off at a Honey's place on the way to the scene, where Frozone joined them. Thinking back, Violet remembered thinking that attacking a kid's school was very odd, and although the man, whose name she did not know, seemed intent on what he was doing, he seemed distracted and wasn't fighting them very well. It was like he was waiting for something.

The rest of the fight was hazy. Mostly, the fight had gone on as it normally did when they fought a villain of lesser abilities. Every since the incident a little over four years ago, Violet and her family had been fighting crime ever since. She had changed a lot, growing more certain in her powers and abilities. However, Violet remained the more meek of fighters, as her power's were less than offensive. She stayed on the outskirts of the fight, using her shields to her family's advantage. Normally she'd stay invisible, in case any other foes would try and attack her, but this time, she'd felt certain he was the only one, and she'd kept her back to the brick wall of the school. She had thought her back had been against the elementary school wall the whole time, but perhaps she'd moved a little in her attempts to help her family. Perhaps she'd exposed her back at some point, and that was where she'd received this lovely goose egg.

All she could remember after that was throwing up a shield around Dash as a piece of rock came flying at him, and then, whoosh, nothing. Everything went dark…and was still dark, she retorted in her own head, scooting back until she rested against one of the hard walls, bringing her legs up to her chest.

As she sat in total darkness and silence, her empty mind started to fill up, and a small tremble passed from her head to her feet. As much as she struggled to keep her mind off of it, there was no denying the truth.

During the chaos of the battle, someone had kidnapped her.

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Syndrome leaned back in his leather chair and stared up at the large computer screen in front of him. There, an image was vaguely visible, outline in shadows. Although the camera could see fairly well with just a little light, it was a grainy picture with such pitch darkness. The camera was located in the back right hand corner of the titanium room, and gave Syndrome a full view of what his little prisoner was up to.

I have finally caught the key to my revenge…He thought to himself, studying her outline carefully.

She had changed. The four years since their first meeting, Violet Parr had filled out a little, but not much. She was still very slender, and had grown little in height. The only noticeable difference came from the slightly rounder and fuller hips, as well as more prominent breasts, small as they were. Her hair was longer, though not by much. Her eyes were less round, though still a prominent feature of her face. Her skin was fair, a complete contrast to her dark shiny hair. It made her look vulnerable, especially with that tiny nose and mouth and those big blue/purple eyes of hers. Of course, those features were hardly discernable now, but he had gotten his fair share looking in the past few weeks as he followed her every movement. She had become the obvious point of success for his revenge against Bob Parr, aka, Mr. Incredible. So, he had followed her to see how she fought, to find her weaknesses, to discover how to capture her without any immediate notice of her family. That, and he was pretty sure she wouldn't come without a fight. So, he'd hired a villain to attack someplace to distract everyone, and then he had his chance. He knew how the little Super fought, and it gave him the perfect opportunity to nab her during the fray.

Syndrome let out a sigh and turned away from the screen, where his prisoner had retreated back against the wall and was now motionless. Instead, he turned his gaze around the room, filled with his inventions and several other technological wonders he'd been able to scavenge together throughout the four years he'd spend in hiding. He could still remember waking up in a stranger's bed, unable to remember what had happened and where he was. The old lady who had taken him in after finding his battered and bruised body in the bushes of her backyard had been kind to him. He hadn't remembered much of who he was, but it hadn't been more than two weeks since his recovery that he'd spotted a man on the street. The man's face has clicked something in his head. Mr. Incredible, walking with his two older children, down the sidewalk.

The rage and the anger that sparked at the man's face was enough to trigger his fuzzy memory. Although the memory of how he survived the explosion and the jet engine was black, everything else came rushing back with a vengeance. He'd disappeared, never thanking the old woman or even seeing her again. He went to places he knew were safe, gaining help from influential people who'd bought his inventions. It was a long process, and with new inventions that he managed to create, he'd finally made the enough money to feel comfortable again. That was when he'd started on his plan…

"Violet Parr…you are going to be the key to ruining your father." Smirking, Syndrome rose from his chair and went to confront the daughter of his life-long enemy.

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Violet had been thinking about her family, wondering if they had also been hurt or kidnapped, when the little window suddenly glowed with faint light. The light flickered a little, and then grew brighter. Violet had to squint her eyes against it for a moment, rising to her feet. With the light came footsteps. With the footsteps came apprehension.

Gritting her teeth, Violet spread her stance and brought up her hands, ready to defend herself. She was shaking a little, but fear wasn't going to stop her from fighting back. She'd never been in a situation like this without her family there, and that was what drove the fear through her.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door. Suddenly, there was light all around her. Letting out a small noise of protest as the semi-bright lights hurt her eyes; she ducked her head a little and squinted. The lights came from small flat circles in the ceiling. She was still trying to see clearly when the door opened, and a large figure stepped inside.

"Violet Parr…otherwise known as Invisigirl. It's good to see you again."

Violet frowned, the voice ringing warning bells of recognition in her head. Lifting her head, her eyes had adjusted enough now that she could clearly see the man who'd entered her prison.

The moment her gaze locked onto his face, her breath stopped and her body tensed. Her eyes became as wide as saucers and all of her strength temporarily fled from her body, making her limber than her mother, Elastigirl.

Syndrome.

In the flesh, standing right in front of her, making the small cell feel even smaller in his large presence. He'd definitely changed, but in subtle ways. His eyes were crueler, less cocky and arrogant. His shoulders seemed broader, but it was only because he'd lost all that weight that had made him seem more boyish. His hair was still orange and stuck up like fire, though not as tall as it had been before. His face was leaner, but his jaw and chin were still the strongest feature of his face. He regarded her now with a cold smirk, his hands resting on his hips, where she could see the white wrist controls he'd had before. Instead of the suit she'd last seen him in, he now wore a black skintight top and pants, which a white belt across his lean hips. His boots were white, as they had been before.

She resisted the urge to take a step back. He was much taller than her. The top of his head barely skimmed over his shoulders. He was standing just inside the cell, blocking any escape, but if he were any closer to her, he would tower over her.

"You're…you're alive!" was all that she managed to sputter as reality crashed back down on top of her. Shock gave way to dread. Her trembling increased, but only long enough for her to realize it and quell it once more, lest he see how vulnerable she felt right now.

"Yep, quite alive and well, thanks." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he dipped his head in acknowledgement and let out a chuckle. "Welcome to my lair." He glanced around, momentarily taking his eyes off of her. "It's not much of a view from in here, but I'm sure you'll adjust. Maybe if you're good, I'll leave the light on this time."

Violet could only stare at him. Her thoughts were fleeing from her brain before they could fully form. All she knew was that she was in a very bad situation. Bringing up her hands a little higher, she reaffirmed her stance and narrowed her eyes into a glare. "Where is this place? Why am I here? Where is my family?" He voice was stronger than she thought it would be, making her feel a little more confident. She'd already defeated this villain, right? It should be a piece of cake the second time around.

She hoped.

"This place's location is for me to know, and you not to find out. You are here because I brought you here, and you're family, I should think, are at home, wondering where you are. Or perhaps their already looking for you, but they won't find you here. I'll tell them that you've been kidnapped, of course, but I won't tell them who kidnapped you. I'll let them sweat it out for a while." Syndrome smirked even more coldly, and took a step towards her.

Every word that came out of his mouth drove fear out of her, replacing it with anger. She no longer worried about her own health, as he most likely needed her. But now she was angry for her family. Violet refused to back down, glaring at him all the fiercer as she pushed words out through gritted teeth, fueled by the anger that he created. "You are the most disgusting and childish man that has ever walked this planet. I cannot believe you are still not over this. You're like a petulant child who didn't get his way. It's almost comical." Her words were meant to hurt, trying to make him hurt as much as he was making her hurt for her family.

Faster than she knew, she was being shoved back against the wall, where her head bounced painfully and her body cried out in protest. His large hand gripped her jaw firmly and his body was crushing hers against the titanium wall. His face was inches from hers, and her glared down at her with icing deliberation.

"Do not push me. I won't tolerate it. I just have to tell them that you're alive, I don't have to keep you that way." Syndrome's voice was cool and soft, dangerous. He continued to stare down into her saucer-big eyes for a second or two, before smirked and shoving away from her body, forcing her had back against the wall again. With the support of him, she slid down to the floor, where she had no strength to regain her footing. She was only able to stare as he left the room and slammed the door behind him.

Almost at once, the lights dimmed and faded. Within moments, she was swallowed up by darkness once more, sitting there in a huddle as her breathing came in short gasps and her body trembled like a leaf. There was a sharp throbbing pain from where her head had hit the titanium and a weakness in her bones where they had been jarred by the force of his body smashing hers to the wall.

Staring into nothingness, Violet struggled against the tears that pricked the back of her eyeballs. The only thing that kept the tears away was the thought that her family would find her. They were the Incredibles, after all.

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A/N: . If you like it, please review, as it will make me write more for you!!! This is my first Synlet, so I want to know what you all think .