Reversed Roles

Chapter 1

(A/N: Okay, so I'm writing a SynLet fanfic now. This is my third account now, so I can upload anything to all three! :3 I'm writing SynLet mainly because I LOVE it and I think there isn't NEARLY enough of it on here! Okay, now we begin!)

He looked around, his head pounding. He groaned and reached to rub his aching skull, but found he couldn't move his hand. It was chained up to something, and he didn't know what it was. Feeling a mixed sense of panic and anger, he began to struggle even more. These chains were like his own holding cell, he noticed. They were just as hard to get out of.

He looked around for something to grab, but the faint light that was leaking into the room from a small slit on the door, the border of the rectangular hole, barely gave enough hope to see the hard floor. Though he was incredibly close, he didn't give up. What he wasn't willing to give up on was unclear, but he sure as hell wasn't going down without a fight.

Suddenly, the door opened. A thin female entered the room and kept the door open. She knew he wouldn't be getting out anytime soon. She wasn't stupid enough to give this man a chance.

"Hello, Syndrome," she greeted, bending down to his level and grabbing his large chin with her tiny hand. "I see that you've finally been defeated, huh? So much for being a technical genius, you have no idea how to handle yourself. I mean, emerging from the dead and going straight back to Nomansian? How idiotic." Although her demeaning words feigned confidence, she sounded nervous. Her fingers were trembling slightly.

Syndrome looked up. "Genius?" He smirked smugly. "Why, Vi, that's the nicest thing you've said to me before our little fight. How sweet of you."

Violet, or Invisigirl, stood up. She pulled him up with her as far as she could, making his body shift to the new position.

"Don't get smart with me, Syndrome." The dark haired girl narrowed her eyes. "Where's my baby brother? I know you took him."

"Why would I want that brat? He nearly killed me."

"No, that was my dad. My brother was the one you swore to capture, and use as a sidekick. Now, let's not do this, alright? I have an important thing to go to."

"What, a date with Tony?"

"Nope, he dumped me a long time ago. You know that, Buddy. You did the same thing a month ago."

Syndrome as taken back. Her voice still quivered, but her eyes gave off the feeling of lifelessness. She was done playing games. She wanted the only thing she could hold some kind of innocent aura on.

"Now," she sighed. "Where's Jack-Jack? Tell me before things get really ugly."

"How ugly?" Syndrome asked, challenging her.

He was honestly shocked and felt a thrill of terror when she pulled out a gun and pointed it between his eyes.

"Ugly like your brains splattered all over the wall behind you. Where is my brother?" She cocked the gun.

"He's still on Nomansian, in a containment room I made to fit the powers I knew he had. I even had to talk to Kari. Now get that gun away from me!"

She pulled the gun away and put it away, hidden like she could do to the rest of herself. Her smirk was one that infuriated him to no end. As she began to walk away, she looked over her shoulder as he called her name.

"Two questions." He stated simply.

"Shoot." Violet joked sarcastically.

"Not funny."

"Just ask me, I don't have all day."

"Alright, are you really going to keep me in here?"

"Yeah, and you'll be staying as long as I see fit."

"Okay, and were you really going to shoot me?"

She brought the gun back out and waved it in front of his face. "The safety was on, you chicken."

Then she just strolled away like she was hot stuff. But, he had to admit, as he watched the small sway of her hips as she walked away, that she was pretty damn hot. He began to regret leaving her for more than just her capturing him.

END OF CHAPTER