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: HEY! I'm back! So I got the nicest review this morning, from someone named Donna, who said that she checks this every day to see if I've updated! So Donna, this is for you! Enjoy! (But don't expect too much… I wrote this back in Middle-school and my writing style has changed/gotten a lot better since then… Unfortunately that is not shown here) R&R PLEASE!
Disclaimer: When I own the Incredibles, I will let you know. For now… the answer is still no.
Dirty Little Secrets
Part One: The Beautiful Nightmare
In which her life begins to change. . .
Chapter Seven
"I'm so glad you gave us a call, Violet. We've been running low on staff ever since the supers came back," Rick said, leading Violet around the building.
They were in the NSA Headquarters, and Rick was giving Violet the grand tour.
"Now, during the weekdays, I'll need you here, running errands and taking calls and such… but on the weekends, I'm going to need you to do something a bit more… unique."
Violet nodded and followed Rick to the elevator. Rick pressed a button for the bottom floor, and they were off.
"As you may or may not know, a certain super villain has recently been apprehended and he is now in the NSA holding cells…"
"Rick-"
"I need you to keep an eye on him on the weekends…"
"Rick-"
Rick moved out of the elevator and down several hallways, with Violet struggling to keep up.
Finally, they reached a dead-end. By this point, they were so far underground that the only light came from a flickering 'No Exit' sign.
"Um… shouldn't that say 'exit'?" Violet asked timidly. Rick laughed and pulled a small panel out of the wall. He then turned to Violet, a serious expression on his face.
"What you are about to see does not exist. It never has, and most likely never will. If you reveal any information about what you see and do after you cross this threshold, to anyone outside of the NSA, I swear I'll have your mind wiped so hard that people will see the disinfectant streaks on the outside of your forehead!"
Violet gulped and Rick gave her a gentle smile.
"Don't worry… I'm sure you'll do fine…"
Violet suddenly found herself being pushed at the wall. She yelped and threw her arms up, waiting for the impact.
It never came.
Violet opened her eyes and found herself in a medium sized cell. It was pitch black, but through the gloom, Violet could just barely see a figure on the other side of the room.
"I'll just leave you two to get acquainted," came Rick's voice.
A pair of bright blue eyes shone through the darkness, and a deep chuckle rumbled, echoing throughout the room.
"Well if isn't Little Miss Incredible…"
-End Chapter Seven-
