CHAPTER EIGHT
"Urrgah! Would he just hurry up and get here!" Syndrome's yell echoed through the control panel. He spun around once in his 'swirvy' chair. A hyper, and somewhat insane grin was plastered on his face. He looked like a child who had just downed three cans of soda and consumed around ten whole bars of chocolate. He had drunk a lot of coffee. Perhaps, just a tad too much coffee. He continued to spin himself 'round and around by gripping the edge of the panel desk and pushing himself to the side. He stopped, his mind wandering to Mirage. Had he ever loved her? Maybe. Did she love him? It was anyone's guess. She had married him sure enough, though Syndrome wondered wether or not she did it for love. He began to wonder if he had married her just to regain his island and assests. Probobly. But maybe not.
But Syndrome, in truth, loved nothing and no one. Mirage was beautiful, that was for sure, but he didn't love her... at least, he didn't think so...
He was confused, wether it be from the recent caffeine overload, or just from life itself. That was when he heard an odd whirring noise coming from the radar in front of him. "Yes, yes, yes!" he yelled. Clearly showing up on the screen was an airplane, oddly enough swirving back and forth on its course. He typed something into his computer and on the screen appeared the full image of the plane, live and in full color. He zoomed up to the cockpit, and gave an evil smile. "Finally..." The image showed the obvious form of Mister Incredible inside the airplane. Syndrome chuckled darkly. Finally his plan to destroy his enemies would be complete. For a moment he wondered if he should just launch some missles and get the killing part done so that he could go on to killing his family. Then he decieded against it for two reasons.
One: his wife and children had survived it last time.
Two: he'd rather enjoy seeing his worst enemy suffer.
Then he began to debate exactly how he would kill the amazingly strong superhero. If he tried to combat with him, it would most likely be suicide, but if he used some of his inventions to battle with, he had a sporting chance. Besides, combat would be a way to show that he was just as super even though he had no powers at all. It would be a way to show he wasn't weak. It would be a way to show that he wasn't just Buddy Pine anymore... he was Syndrome... He watched the screen as the plane grew closer. Syndrome began to wonder wether or not he would try to land the aircraft, or just parachute out of it. Most likley the latter, due to the mass growth of the island jungle.
Watching the airplane, he caught a glimpse of the turbines. Ugh, what terrible memories that brought up. He knew how close he had come to death. He didn't even know how he survived. But he was glad he did, for the pure and simple sake of sweet revenge! He began to wonder what exactly Mirage was doing. It didn't matter to him anyhow. What mattered most at the moment was capturing Mister Incredible, and of course, killing off the whole entire family of supers. His whole plan of ever becoming a superhero had been dashed since most everyone either though he was dead, and even if they knew he was alive, due to the whole Omnidroid incident, he would never be trusted to save anyone. He braced himself as the hatch of the airplane opened. He hoped that it wouldn't crash somewere on his island and set the whole thing ablaze. He got up and walked out the door, now was his time... and his hour of the sweetest revenge one could ever have.
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Mirage kept her hand close to the emergency button as she watched the three supers eat. She sighed... Wait a moment, didn't they have another child? Syndrome had said something about him wanting to kidnap their third child and train him up as a sidekick or some odd sort of thing like that. Finally, they had all finished; Dash had eaten more then Violet and Elastigirl combined. Mirage pushed the reset button on the panel. In a slight flash of blue, the trio was back were they had been before. "Now, supers, can you tell me a little something?"
"If its information you want you can forget -- " Elastigirl started.
"No, no, not at all. I just want to know about your third child."
"About Jack-Jack? Why in the world -- "
"Where is he?"
"Why should I tell you that?"
"I promise not to tell Syndrome anything about what you tell me."
"I don't trust you."
Mirage sighed. Well, she had confirmed that they did have a third child. She looked up, even she did convince Syndrome to let the children go, they would still be orphens... and she didn't want that life for them. That was the life she had lived. Alone, afraid... She turned and walked out using her key-card. She gave one last glance before walking away. And that was when she bumped into Syndrome.
"Ow, where are you going so fast?" she asked.
"Where are you going so slow?" he replied to her.
"I guess my thoughts were someplace else -- "
"I need to get down to the jungle, can you -- um -- what were you doing in the holding chamber?"
"Nothing, Syndrome."
"Uh-huh... Well, good news, finally Mister Incredible is on the island. Everything is finally coming together!"
This was when she realized the odd and somewhat insane look on his face. He looked a tad... deranged? But hyper was the word for it... overley hyper on caffeine. God, why had she married him? What was she thinking? She didn't really love him! He was a supervillain, a geek, and he was -- gosh, not bipolar but close to it. He looked at her, his bright blue eyes holding the hint of suspicion in them. "Really... why were you in there?" he asked.
After safely landing in a small clearing in the jungle, Mister Incredible began to treck towards the volcano lair. He kept himself low and hidden just in case there were any robots or guards around. He tramped down jungle brush, quite sure that Syndrome would probobly be looking for him, or had sent someone out to find him. He also wondered what sort of price he would have to pay to get his family back. His life? Probobly. At any cost, he would do whatever he could to free them.
Unless of course Syndrome was a backstabber. Which most likely he was. And if the deranged supervillain touched his family, or harmed them in any way, he would kill him. Simple as that.
It was almost as if Syndrome had nine lives. He had returned from the jet turbine incident. He returned from the escape incident, were Mirage had, supposedly, shot him. Hmmm... Mirage, which side was she on? She had helped him escape and told him the news of his family being alive... but there was something shifty about her. He wondered if she was still on the island... No, probobly not. If Syndrome was so free and easy to gamble with her life, she'd most likely try and get as far away as possible.
Boy, Syndrome and Mirage are really falling apart. Please review. And I mean it! -pulls out atomic ray gun and points it at viewers who won't review-
