Edna said 'No Capes' but Syndrome didn't listen, the extra fabric dragging him into the turbine and ultimately his death. But what if he wasn't wearing his cape when it happened? An alternate ending that revolves around Syndrome narrowly escaping death and the girl that helped him do it.
"263… 265…" I squinted through the window shield, trying to make out the faraway numbers, "267!" smiling confidently, I pulled into the driveway. My smile wavered. They'd called for a replacement sitter… how bad could it be?
Fishing the house key out of my pocket it turned with a click. The door swung open, the baby in question sitting in the doorway.
"Now what are you doing here?" I scooped him into my arms, "Kari?" I called, turning back around to my car. Her cell phone number was in the file. Before I could take another step a shadow loomed over me, casting a dark shade over the entire front porch. I turned around slowly, my eyes working from shiny white boots, up to his bright red hair.
"Give me that baby."
Whipping around I clutched the baby to my chest, sprinting down the driveway. I heard him curse as I threw open the door to my Toyota Camry, trying my best not to throw the baby into the passenger seat. Slamming down the accelerator I tore out of the driveway, getting the hell out of that neighborhood.
Wait. Babies don't belong in the passenger seat. I hastily clicked the seat belt over him, offering at least a bit safer alternative. Slipping lower into my seat I started to relax. I could go to headquarters downtown and get it all sorted out.
"Huh?" I straightened, looking through the rear view mirror. A small tremble rocked the asphalt, tiny cracks covering the newly paved road. I tensed as a bigger one hit, rolling across the road like an ocean wave. Several cars stopped, their drivers getting out to get a better view.
A muffled voice called as I made my way around sixth and main. I rolled the windows down to figure out what was happening.
"I SAID GIVE… ME… THAT… BABY…!" twisting around for a better view my blonde hair whipped around in the wind, reaching towards the window. Pushing it out of my face I gaped at the sight behind me.
The man from before shot through the air, gaining slowly. Flames shot from his boots like tiny rockets, blasting him closer and closer to me and the baby. He pointed at the car and fire burst from his touch, an explosion narrowly missing the vehicle. Pulling my head back inside I hastily rolled up the window, screeching around the nearest turn.
A jolt hit the car and I screamed. The car flew into the air and I wrapped myself around the baby, squeezing tight as we crashed against the ground and everything went black.
Blinking I yanked my leg out from destroyed upholstery, pushing open the door. The car hung completely sideways, smashed beyond recognition. Realization hit and I looked down, relieved to see the baby was okay, curled up in my arms. Falling onto the street I crawled onto the sidewalk, avoiding smoking rubble and charred metal. Crouching behind the blue postbox I held my breath, praying not to be heard.
Heavy footfalls made their way around the car, snapping the car door completely off the hinge. He screamed in rage, throwing it across the street. A thought seemed to have struck him and he went very, very quiet.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he whispered, slow footsteps dragging across the street. I was sure now. He had to be a full on super villain. We thought they'd left with the heroes disappearing fifteen odd years ago. I'd been only two years old.
We thought wrong.
A bang went off across the street, and seizing the opportunity, I made a mad dash into the nearest boutique. He twisted around as the door 'dinged', stomping inside. I'd tried to make it to the changing rooms but out of time I slid behind the closest rack of clothes. Burrowing deep into the rows of jeans I rocked the baby back and forth, trying to keep it calm. Trying to keep myself calm.
The door was thrown in and the whole store seemed to hold its breath. He pressed a button on his glove and a woman screamed as he threw a rack of shirts across the room.
Growling he tossed another out of the way. The store was lined up with two rows of them, one following each wall. There were maybe two more before he reached mine.
Another display went flying through the air, this time crashing through the front window. Shattered glass rained from above, tinkling over smooth marble floors.
Slow steps settled next to me and I tightened my hold on the child, not daring to look up.
"I'll be taking that," he smirked, ripping him out of my hands.
"NO!" I cried, running after him. His quick stride carried him quickly out of the store, and I had to sprint just to keep up.
His boots started to rumble and I jumped forward, grabbing at his cape as he tried to take off. He glared down in irritation, clicking something on his shoulder. The fabric gave away without hesitation, sending me tumbling to the ground.
"If I had a second," he glanced at his wrist, "I'd finish you off but unfortunately I'm running a tight schedule," I clutched the fabric tightly, taking deep breaths, "Maybe some other time sweetheart," he waved me off before disappearing into sky.
My Camry no longer an option I rolled up the legs of my dark jeans, tying my blue cardigan around my waist. Taking a deep breathe I took off down the street, knowing exactly where he was heading. One way or another, I had to warn the Parrs.
So, what'd ya think? If you've seen the short Jack Jack Attack (if you haven't, watch it. It's on youtube), you know that Syndrome pretends to be the replacement babysitter so Kari gives up the baby. But what if the real replacement sitter came? This is an alternate ending so bear with me. If you liked it or not, I'd love for you to leave it in the review! Until next time