Pain. Pain was all Dash could feel. Pain from the knife, pain from the gun, pain from the hammer, pain from………..him. Dash was already soaked in blood. He had several stab wounds, mutltiple gunshot wounds and he had been hit by a hammer very hard in various places. Then he heard Syndrome coming at him with the knife. He brought up the knife and stabbed it into his right shoulder. Dash screamed out in pain and fell to the ground cluching his shoulder. Then Syndrome brought out the gun and shot Dash's right leg as he was standing up. Somehow Dash stayed standing. Dash thought he was going to die. He wasn't going to make it out of this. Then he thought of his family. And his friends.
His mom. So caring and loving. What would she do if she found out her baby boy was dead. She would cry her eyes out that's what she would do. He was going to miss her smile, her voice, her tucking him into bed every night. But there was no way he was ever going to see her again.
His dad. Such an awesome guy. Maybe when it came to 'growing up' matters he had a tough time, but he was still Dash's father. He would die to see him again….before he actually died. He would miss his smile, the warmth of his body when Dash was cold, him risking his life to save him.
His sister. So annoying. But she was still his older sister. And he would never see her again. She may have played tons of pranks on him, and teased him but he loved her. He was going to miss her smile, the safety feeling when she put a force field around him, her beating up anybody to help him out.
His brother. How cute is he. He could almost walk and talk. And Dash would never see that. He was going to miss his little laugh and giggles. He would always want Dash to pick him up when he came home from school. He was going to miss his smile, his laugh, and the way he would turn into a deamon to help Dash out of any situation.
Janet. Such a beautiful, beautiful girl. Her looks, her voice, the feel of her hand. He was never going to see or feel that again. She would always look at Dash with that 'I love you' look. And he almost kissed her in town square in front of everybody. He wished he would have. Because know he was never going to.
He was going to miss all of them. Not to mention, his friends back in America. Mark, John, Mary, and Sidney. They were all great. And he would never see him again. Hopefully Janet will find them when she moves to America and tells them what happened to him. Then he heard Syndrome yelling and driving a hammer toward his skull. It hit dead on. Dash fell to the floor, whitering in pain and cluching his head. Everywhere in his body hurt. He was about to lose consuiness, and Syndrome was about to give the fatal blow, when he heard an explosan from the door. He didn't see who it was but it distracted Syndrome. And that was all that mattered. He didn't see who it was because right then he lost consuiness.
Bob's side of view.
Bob raced though the building that Syndrome called his fortress. They had landed peacefully on the island, beacuase Syndrome didn't know they were coming. Normally, he would have taken the sneak approach. But his son was in here. Syndrome could be doing anything to him. Bob was determined to get to his son even if it means killing himself or others. He punch and kicked any guard that go in his way. Soon he caputered one of the guards and demanted to know where his son was being held or he would throw the guard out the window to his death. He said they were in the containment room. 'They?' Bob thought.
"Who's they?" Bob asked hurrily.
"Syndrome and your son." The guard said gasping for breath.
Bob dropped the guard and ran as fast as he could to the containment room. The door was heavily guarded but Bob got rid of every guard. The door was very thick but Bob smashed though it like it was glass. What he saw in the containment room, made Bob want to kill Syndrome. Dash was withering on the floor in pain. And not only that, but he was laying in the biggest pool of blood Bob had ever seen. Syndrome was holding a bloody knife, a gun, and a bloody hammer. That man was trying to kill his son. Well, then, Bob was going to kill that man. Bob let out a yell in rage and tackled Syndrome to the ground throwing all of his weapons across the room. Bob gave Syndrome every possible hit he could.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!!" Bob yelled at him. "WHAT DO YOU DO TO MY SON!!"
"Alright……. I'll tell you…..the wounds I can't do anything about….but do give him his powers back you have to send him back though….the MRI." Syndrome said gasping for breath. He let Syndrome go, and ran over to his son. His preouis, wounded son. He put one hand under his next and one under his legs and soon felt blood rush onto his hands and arms. Bob couldn't take it anymore. He started to cry. The tears flooded his face and Dash's face as they fell. He picked Dash up and yelled, "YOU WILL GIVE MY SON HIS POWERS BACK!! AND YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HIM!!"
"Alright, alright." Syndrome said in a hurry. He knew better than to mess with an angry father. It gets bloody. Syndrome led the way as quickly as he could to the MRI room. He quickly sent Dash through. Once they were outside, Bob set Dash as gently as he could on the ground and rougly grabbed Syndrome. He threw Syndrome like a javlin half way across the ocean Bob hoped. Then he ran to his son and picked him up again. That's when Helen, Violet, Frozone, and the Wilkmans came to Bob and Dash. They all just stared at the little bloodied up boy in Bob's arms and everyone started to cry. Helen raced over and took her son in her arms.
"Oh, my beautiful, beautiful baby!" Helen cried. Violet came up and hugged her little brother the best she could without hurting him. Then Frozone came up and hugged him too. The Wilkmans did as well. Janet even gave Dash a kiss on the cheek. Normally Bob would object but this was no time for reunain.
"We have to get Dash to the hospital for injured supers!" Bob said, picking up his son and running toward the plane. Once in the plane, Bob felt Dash's pluse. It was there, but barly. They needed to hurry, Dash wasn't going to last long. 'But he has too.' Bob thought. 'I can't lose my son. I won't lose my son. I almost lost him last year. I'm not going to lose him this year.'