Disclaimer: haha, oooh how I wish I owned HP or the Incredibles. Sadly I am merely a humble college student playing with them. Thank you Ms. Rowling and Pixar for letting me have my fun ^.^ Please don't sue, they aren't mine and I make no money from this story.
Q: What is black and white and red all over?
A: Syndrome after the crash.
*Gets teary-eyed and starts munching on cookies* Sorry sorry sorry Buddy. I'll make it all better! I promise!
Foggy electric eyes opened in horror, and Buddy's mouth gaped in a soundless scream as the ground flew up to meet him. A horrid crunching thud sounding as his body slammed into it and bounced a few times. "AAAGGH!" his back arched as agony ripped through him, and the world spun around and grew darker as his hazy mind slipped away. This seemed to be a signal to the previously bright sky to open up and a gentle rain to pour down, blood washing away and soaking into the ground around a man's broken frame as he lay helpless against the people hunting for him…
Not far away, a family finished gathering themselves together and started digging through the rubble of a ruined plane. Searching for any injured civilians and the remains of a red-headed villain. Mr. Incredible tossed chunks of metal away as though they were merely paper. His wife Mrs. Incredible was using her amazing stretch abilities to twist and slip around the rubble. The little boy, known as Dash, zipped around as a red and blond blur. When he caught a reflection of himself in a sheet of metal, he stopped and with a huge grin stretching across his face as he puffed out his chest to admire the super suit.
Mr. Incredible looked up when he heard sirens rapidly approach and then stop on the road nearby. Doors opening and slamming shut as police officer exited their cars and jogged over to join the Supers. "Mr. Incredible! Sir, what happened here?!" One of the younger officers looked about anxiously as he reached the huge hero, taking in the burned plane and decimated house lot. Shaking his head impatiently Mr. Incredible straightened up to his full height. "There is no time for explanations. Take the other officers and start searching through the surrounding yards for a red haired man in a black and white suit. He is the villain behind the robot attack." He relaxed as he fell back into the familiar role as a super and leader, watching the cops start running around the neighborhood for the wayward young man.
Mr. Incredible cast his gaze around in frustration and ran a hand through his thinning hair, feeling like the search was dragging on far longer than it should be. They had seen that plane explode, and even if there was a chance that Syndrome had escaped unscathed, he couldn't get far before he was spotted. They had already made a call to NSA and agents were scanning through satellites and making calls to alert other authorities to be on the lookout for the wanted criminal.
Just when they were about to give up and rely on sending out alerts throughout the nation to locate the villain, Bob's ears picked up a low groan coming from a backyard about two miles from the Parr's destroyed home. Leaping over a fence and turning around the corner of a house, Mr. Incredible found a bloody lump of flesh lying on its back in the middle of a lawn. His suit had been torn to shreds, chunks of hair had been burned off, and patches of skin were badly burned. "I have located him! He is behind 2241 West Sycamore Drive." The Super lowered his wrist from his mouth and cautiously moved closer after relaying their location into the little communicator. The younger man was incoherent and barely twitched as Mr. Incredible moved closer to bend over his body. He pulled cuffs off his belt, the super quickly grabbed the limp wrists and snapped the cold metal around them so Syndrome's arms were secured tightly behind his back.
Having finished the task, Mr. Incredible backed up and folded his arms across his chest to keep a close watch on Syndrome in case he wasn't as injured as he appeared and suddenly tried to make a run for freedom. Officers and medics swarmed into the little yard, shouting orders into radios and at each other as they started loading the barely conscious villain into an ambulance. Syndrome gave another pained groan and began to stir, his eyelids fluttering and brows scrunching together before sliding open a fraction to reveal electric blue eyes. Somehow those eyes found the big Super standing guard in the background and locked onto him, confusion and fear flashing through them before the ambulance doors slammed shut and blocked the staring contest.
A hand landed on Bob's shoulder and with a heavy sigh he turned to face his wife and children, their faces solemn as they gazed up at him. "Honey, we need to get in contact with NSA and find somewhere to stay for a few days. " Helen's eyes reflected sadness at the loss of their home and possessions. Bob nodded and pressed a button on his communicator again.."
Buddy groaned, his head feeling like it was being slowly crushed between two rocks and the rest of his body not feeling any better. "Wh…where am..I?" He felt something hard under his back, and everything seemed to fade in and out of focus as his nerves screamed in protest at any movement. The last thing he could recall was walking through the streets of London, having just spent the week with his relatives in Ottery St. Catchpole. Through the agony, he could feel his arms being moved and something cold wrapping around his wrists, then the world tilting and shifting as a mess of colors swam before his eyes.
A massive white blur leaned over him and shined a light into his eyes, making him wince and try to roll his head away. The figure tilted his head and peered into his eyes before examining the rest of his body, muttering something to another person out of his view. Suddenly the world spun and the ground disappeared out from under him, whimpers escaping his lips as every jolt caused pain to wrack through him. Something soft was placed under his back and then the world was a confusing jumble as he was moved away from where he had landed.
He got lost in the swaying and swirls of colors, unaware of how much time was passing him by. Blue eyes rolled around in their sockets as he was hoisted up and loaded into an ambulance, the last glimpse he had was of a huge man standing near the rear doors. For some reason the red and yellow blur the man was wearing brought forth fear and the need to get away before he was hurt further. Then everything went black with a bang and the ambulance screamed off towards the hospital, a line of police cars trailing after it.