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: Hello every person! Wow that was a weird hello. Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy! Please r&r!

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p.p.s. Oh! And to Shahrezad1 (gosh, I hope I'm spelling your username right!) Thanks so much for the PM, you make me blush, seriously!

Alright, I'm rambling now, so lets just get on ahead with the story!

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Crimson and Violet

Chapter Four: Dinner Conversation

Dinner was uncomfortably quiet, Buddy noticed, as he sat at the long hardwood table. Violet hadn't spoken a word, though she had been staring at him since she had arrived. She sat across from him, quietly eating her pasta.

"It's Buddy, isn't it? I mean you are Buddy now, right?"

There was a soft metallic click as Buddy's fork snapped in half underneath his grasp. He saw Violet flinch.

"N-never mi-"

"Yes," Buddy said curtly, looking away from Violet. He hated having two personalities, and it irked him that she had figured it out so quickly. But then again, she was a Super, so it was only to be expected.

"I suppose there must be some brains behind all that beauty," he said absentmindedly. He noticed Violet's blush and immediately hastened to correct himself.

"I mean, not that I think you're pretty. . .well I mean that you're not bad looking, it's just that-"

"I know what you mean," Violet chuckled. Buddy frowned.

"You shouldn't be laughing! I'm a cold-hearted killer, and for all you know, I could have poisoned that food," he said sharply, sounding like a boastful four-year old as he did so. Violet seemed to consider this for a moment, before shaking her head, turning back to the food before her.

"No," she said simply. Buddy cocked an eyebrow at her.

"No?"

"No," Violet repeated. "You're not a villain. Syndrome is a villain, Buddy is. . ." she paused, searching for the right word. Buddy leaned in, slightly intrigued, but he pulled himself together.

'Keep it together Buddy. . . keep you focus on the goal, not the girl,' he thought reprimanding himself silently.

"Buddy. . .well, whoever Buddy is, he's certainly not a villain,"

Violet's words were like ice, slicing at Buddy's pride. Baby blue eyes flashed a violent shade of ice blue, and the light in the room seemed to dim for a moment.

"Is that so?" Syndrome asked, menacingly, cocking an eyebrow at Violet, daring her to continue. He saw the Super pale, and a chilling tingle ran up his spine, his fingers itched to embrace her, if only to see her fear. . .to make her bleed.

Intimidation, Syndrome realized, was like a drug. And he was hooked. Giving Violet another long look over, he confirmed it.

Yes, he was hooked on her fear, or at least Syndrome was.. There was something about this girl, so different, so. . .defiant, that Syndrome couldn't help but to be intrigued. Something about her was different from any other Super he had encountered, and within his twisted mind, he formed a pact with himself.

He would find out what made her different, force it to become her weakness.

And in the end, he would break her.

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Author's Note: Yeah, I know that was a really bad chapter. Sorry! Hope you enjoyed it in all it's crappy-ness! Please remember to review!

p.s. (again) Chapter 5 should be up somewhere in the afternoon. . .