Chapter 3
Dash fidgeted nervously while Violet paced the room.
"Oh, what are we going to do??" she murmured under her breath. Dash made a small noise and ran away. Violet didn't notice. She flopped lazily onto the couch, exhausted. She heard a ruffling noise behind her. She turned around and peeked behind the couch.
A figure, a man, was tiptoeing in through the hole in the wall. Violet quickly disappeared. She watched as the man took out a small dart gun and crept into the kitchen. Violet narrowed her eyes. She reached out for Dash's baseball bat and held it close to her.
"Vi, we're out of coke!!" she heard Dash cry. She gasped.
"Dash, get out of there right now!!" she screamed. There was a loud thump. She dashed into the kitchen to find the masked man carrying an unconscious Dash on his shoulder.
"I don't think so," she growled. She leapt forward. Her foot made contact with his stomach and he fell backwards, but only for a second. He lashed out with his fist but hit thin air. Violet did a back flip. She leapt forward and swung the bat. The man reeled backwards in shock and dropped Dash. She quickly grabbed Dash and made a run for it, dodging all the broken plates and silverware.
"Come back here!!" Violet ignored him and kept running. She turned a corner and headed for the restaurant that Bob and Helen were going to. Instead she met a dead end.
"Well, well, looks like I've got you cornered." Violet whirled around and immediately put a force field around herself.
"What do you want??" she snarled. The figure laughed.
"I want your brother." Then there was a flash of blinding blue light and Violet screamed. She let go of Dash and fell to the ground, paralyzed.
"Violet, Violet, you can't beat me. I have superhero powers, just like you. Except that I have five, and you only have two. After I take young Dash's powers for myself, I'll be unstoppable!!" the figure said. Then he looked down on Violet and slowly removed his mask. She gasped.
"Syndrome??" she whispered. The figure cackled and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Like my new hairstyle??" he chuckled. Violet growled. He picked Dash up and flung him over his shoulder. He turned around and walked away.
"You'll be paralyzed for a few hours, don't worry, it's not permanent." With that he was gone.
Helen smiled and kissed her husband gently.
"That was wonderful," she whispered. She squeezed his hand. Bob stopped the car and they got out. Helen gazed at the house dreamily. Their night out had been wonderful.
First they had gone to a very famous French restaurant to eat. After that they had watched the fireworks in the park. Then they had gone for a stroll around the park. Helen had enjoyed herself very much.
"I wonder how the children have been doing..." Helen muttered, when she noticed that her husband had stopped moving. He was staring wide-eyed at the huge hole in the wall. The living room had been torn apart and so was the kitchen. Cupboards had been torn apart, clothes were strewn everywhere, a photo album had spilled all of its photos onto the ground. Helen gasped and ran inside.
"Vi?? Dash?? Where are you?? Vi!! Dash??" she called. Bob walked slowly over to the kitchen while Helen ransacked the house looking for her children. Bob studied the floor carefully, looking for clues.
"Helen, I think I've found something," he called. Helen scuttled over. Bob held out a dark red hair.
"It definitely doesn't belong to our children...maybe Mirage will know," he said. Helen nodded.
Ever since Syndrome had 'died', Mirage had been working for Edna Mode. She helped design the clothes and also helped design gadgets to search for villains. She helped the Incredibles a lot and was the one who had designed the training room.
Bob took out a small communicator and pressed the 'on' button. The screen came on.
"This is Mirage. Good evening Mr. Incredible."
"Good Evening Mirage. Our children have been kidnapped and we recovered this hair, it definitely does not belong to our children. We were hoping you could scan it and tell us whom it belongs to," he said seriously. Mirage nodded. Bob put the hair on a small red screen on the communicator. There was a beeping sound as it scanned the hair. Mirage frowned.
"Hmm, it looks familiar but..." her eyes widened in shock.
"What is it??" Helen cried urgently. Mirage was silent for a second.
"It can't be...this hair belongs to the man I once worked for. This hair belongs to...Syndrome," she whispered. Helen gasped. Bob nearly dropped the communicator.
"No...but what would he want with our children??" she cried. Mirage frowned and started to type quickly, her hands flying over the keyboard.
"Using the homing device I can see where they are...it seems your daughter isn't too far away. Your son Dash has been captured. He's heading for an island not too far from here. These are the coordinates for where Violet is. Then come to HQ. I'll have a plane ready in a quarter of an hour." The screen went blank. Then the coordinates appeared to where Violet was.
They quickly put on their suits. Helen put her mask on.
"I'm just glad that Jack-Jack is at the Smith's home. I called her and asked them if they could keep Jack-Jack for the night. She agreed," she said as they hurried out of the house. Bob nodded.
They found Violet in a small alleyway, paralyzed.
"Violet, are you okay??" Helen cried, shaking Violet. Violet felt a tingling feeling crawl down her arm and suddenly she shot up, almost smashing into her mother.
"He took Dash!! I tried to stop them but I couldn't!!" she cried tearfully. Helen shushed her and held her close.
"It's okay honey, we'll get him back." Violet hugged her mom, tears dripping down her cheeks. Bob heard the communicator beeping loudly.
"I have the coordinates for the island. The plane's ready." Bob nodded and slipped the communicator up his sleeve since his super suit had no pockets.
They brought Violet home and she put on her super suit. Then they drove to HQ.
Mirage met them at the entrance.
"Good evening. I have set up a jet for you inside."
They followed her as she showed them to a large jet. Violet looked around at the other, smaller jets. She smirked, a plan forming in her mind.
"This jet is very advanced. It cost a lot of money so please try to bring it back in one piece," Mirage said. Helen turned around.
"Bob, where's Vi??" she asked carefully. Bob turned around and saw that Vi was gone.
"Bob...look the other way..." Bob turned around. One of the smaller jets was taking off, with Violet inside it. The jet shot into the air. Violet waved at them just before the jet disappeared into the horizon.