Crimson and Violet
"I didn't ask to be a Super! I didn't want this! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN!"-When Violet decides she's had enough of being a super, she goes to the one man who she knows can help her. But what happens when she looses her memory, and the only one she can cling to is Buddy Pine and his alter-ego Syndrome? Synlet AU/OOC
Author's Note: Hey people! Welcome back! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please r&r!!!
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Crimson and Violet
Chapter Two: Immature
Violet sat in a large jet, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Syndrome, or Buddy, as she was now forced to refer to him, sat across from her, leisurely sipping a glass of red wine.
"So tell me about yourself, sweetheart," Buddy said, leaning back in his chair. Violet glared at him.
"My name's not-"
"Yes, for the thousandth time, I know your name's not sweetheart, it's 'Violet'," Buddy said, mockingly. He made a face.
"Urgh! Violet Parr, what a name!"
"Your name is Buddy Pine, and you've gone by the name of Syndrome!" Violet shot back.
"Invisigirl!"
"Wannabe Super!"
"Incompetent Little Brat!"
"Hot Head!"
". . .stupid!" Buddy finished lamely. Violet rolled her eyes.
"Sheesh! You might not want to think too hard, you might hurt yourself!" she said sarcastically. Buddy's only response was a sharp bark of laughter.
'How uncharacteristic of him,' Violet thought.
"You're such a child! Have you always been THIS immature?" she asked. Buddy looked bewildered for a moment, before he burst into fits of laughter.
"Now that," he said, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye, "was funny. You're funny, you know that kid, although," he said thoughtfully, "If I am immature, I blame your half-wit father. I wasted the first ten years of my life doting on him, and then another fifteen planning on destroying him! And look at me now!"
Violet gave the man a look of shock. She had never realized it, but maybe there was a reason for so much of Buddy's hatred. Wasting his entire life on one man. . .
"Well so much for that," Buddy said, downing the rest of the wine in one gulp. He stood, with an arrogant grace that didn't quite suit him.
"We'll be landing shortly, so I need to get the Control Level," he said exiting the room. Just as he reached the doorway, he turned around and winked at Violet,
"I suggest you hold onto something,"
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Dash silently watched his parents, a cold numbness enveloping him.
His sister was gone.
Her note had said that she planned to join up with Syndrome, because he was 'the only one who could help her'.
His mother hadn't stopped crying since she had found Violet's note, and Bob had been deathly silent, locking himself in his room. Even Jack-Jack, who was often an easily excited child, seemed sad.
"M-mom?" Dash started hesitantly, placing a hand on his mother's shoulder. Helen jerked away from the contact, before realizing who it was.
"O-Oh! Dash, sweetie, what is it?" she said, in a voice that seemed almost, too okay, but her red, puffy eyes gave away her true emotions.
Dash gently sat on his mother's lap, hugging her tightly around the waist.
"Please. Don't be too mad at Vi. She just. . .she's not really going to join up with Syndrome. I know she won't. She'll be back home before you know-"
"But if I hadn't screamed at her, she wouldn't have left in the first place," Helen said, tears returning to her eyes. Dash hugged her tightly, unsure of what to say.
Soon, he found himself drifting off to sleep in his mother's embrace.
And all he could think, as the darkness drifted over him was: 'Vi. . .where are you?'
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Author's Note: Yeah that was really short, sorry 'bout that. Hope you enjoyed it anyways! Don't forget to review!
