She loses her mother. He loses his freedom. Four lives begin to dance on the winds of chance….or is it destiny? 'A pair of bright blue eyes shone through the darkness, and a deep chuckle echoed around the room, "Well if it isn't little Miss Incredible…"' Synlet

Author's Note: NEW CHAPTER!!! I hope you like it!!! Please R&R!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Incredibles. Syndrome would be my husband if I did.


Dirty Little Secrets

Part One: The Beautiful Nightmare

In which her life begins to change. . .

Chapter One

The sounds of screams and explosions filled the air as the Omnidroid 3000 wreaked havoc on the city of Metroville. The spider-like robot picked up buildings, cars and people, throwing them in every direction, all the while shooting lasers at anything that crossed its path.

And above it all, a tall, muscular man, stood atop a building, watching.

Syndrome ran a white-gloved hand through his unruly crimson hair. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he watched his work unfold.

This was to be his crowning moment, where he was to swoop down and save the so-called innocents, and rise to the position of 'hero'. He would pull himself out of the hell-hole he had dug himself, and become everything he had ever wanted, everything he had come to hate.

And suddenly, Syndrome found that he did not want to 'come to the rescue'. It was not that he was afraid, no, never afraid, it was that he didn't want the people below to see his face when he failed.

And fail he would, as he always had. It was so painfully obvious that Syndrome could even taste it.

He curled his lip in distaste, what a joke. He had come this far already, why not finish it?

But something had caught his eye that made him stop.

Four red dots, flitting in and out of Syndrome's line of vision, all the while attacking the Omnidroid.

Syndrome smirked, watching the 'Incredibles' as the fought. They had no chance of winning, but the fact that they were trying so hard almost made him laugh. Almost.

He absentmindedly stroked his gauntlet, tracing the small latches and buttons.

He had the power to end their suffering, oh yes. But he would let them suffer for a while longer, just to watch them squirm.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from behind him. Syndrome smirked and crossed his arms.

"You're late,"

"As are you," came the thick French accent. Bomb Voyage stepped beside Syndrome and gestured casually below.

"I thought you would be down there by now,"

Syndrome shrugged off the taunt as the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

"I've decided to change it up a bit. . . start blowing this place up as soon as you can,"

Bomb Voyage bowed mockingly.

"As you wish,"

As Voyage's footsteps disappeared, Syndrome found himself staring after the Supers again.

He saw two, the children, nearly crushed by the Omnidroid. When it's 'foot' came up, only one remained standing.

'Oh goody. I killed one,' he thought sarcastically. A sickening feeling began to fill his stomach, as bile climbed up his throat. He fell to his knees, gasping for air and clutching his throat.

He stayed that way for a moment, before reassuring himself that the girl was not dead, and even if she was, it was not his fault.

Syndrome had always hated killing. Watching or even thinking about something or someone dying had always been hard for him.

It was almost ironic, the murderer of several hundred Supers, hated death.

A sudden boom sounded behind Syndrome. He turned to see a large building explode into flames.

'Time to go,' he thought, descending into the building.

Just as he reached the third floor, Syndrome paused. He moved over to a small closet door and pulled it open.

"Hello there. . . and how are we doing?"

Mirage gave no reply, though bound and gagged as she was, she wouldn't have been able to anyways.

Syndrome moved closer and ran his finger along a large gash on her forehead, making her wince.

"Yeah, hurts, don't it," Syndrome whispered, caressing the cut again.

"Oh but don't worry. . .the pain will go away soon, I promise. . . because this whole building is going to be blown sky-high in, oh, say. . .five minutes?" he chuckled.

"You see Mimi?" he said, watching as Mirage winced at her old pet-name.

"You see? This is why we don't mess with the big cats. . . You see loyalty is something I take rather seriously. . .but enough of my monolouging,"

Syndrome turned and began to close the door, when he stopped.

"I always did like you, Mimi," he said, his voice heavy.

"It's a shame I have to kill you. . . but," he glanced over at Mirage, who had tears in her eyes. He smirked.

"You're a saucy little temptress, I'll give you that. . .I-"

Syndrome gave Mirage a long, hard look. He sighed.

"I'm going to regret this," he murmured. He picked Mirage up and ran.

Just as they got out of the front door, the building exploded.

With Mirage's muffled screams in his ears, Syndrome high-tailed it to a limo that was parked not too far away, and threw Mirage across the back seat.

Syndrome untied Mirage and they looked in time to see flaming rubble collapse to the ground with a band.

Syndrome lay back in his seat, laughing insanely. Mirage watched him carefully.

"You're completely insane," she whispered.

Syndrome smirked and settled back into his seat.

"Yeah, I know. . ." he said, sighing happily.

"It's good to be king,"

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