I know I haven't been putting in section breaks like the asterisk or things like that but it doesn't seem to show up on the story so I'll just skip a few lines when I'm switching P.O.V. Also, I know that the story is a bit like the movie but I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!!
Chapter 5
"Graham!! Stop it!! Control your temper!!" Amber cried. Graham turned around, panting like a crazed animal while Dash cowered under him. Slowly, very slowly Graham calmed down. Dash scrambled away into Jade's arms. She held him close.
"Control your temper Graham!! He's just a kid!!" she scolded. Graham nodded, ashamed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he murmured.
"I know you didn't," Dash said. Graham smiled. He had just lost his temper again and tried to beat them all up. He had managed. The door opened and a guard came in. He grabbed Graham's wrist and pulled him out. Another guard came in a grabbed Dash.
"Let me go!!" Dash cried beating his small fists on the guard.
"No chance kid. Today's your lucky day kid. You're going to meet the boss," the guard snarled. Dash yelled.
"I've already met him thank you very much!! And believe me, once was enough!!" The guard chuckled but didn't let go. He brought Dash into a large room that looked like a science lab. Another guard was tying Graham to a chair with a glowing rope. The guard dumped Dash into a chair and started to tie a glowing red rope around him while he glowered furiously at the guard. The guard just chuckled.
"If looks could kill..." a nervous guard muttered in the corner. A young man was sitting next to Syndrome. He was surveying the scene coolly as if nothing was wrong. Dash kicked at the guard, hitting him straight up. The guard gave a small yelp. He drew back his fist and punched Dash.
"That'll teach you!!" he growled, and limped away. Dash sniffed, his cheek throbbing.
"Dash Parr, we meet again. I'm sure you remember me, Syndrome. You thought I was dead didn't you?? You thought that you had defeated me forever but you were wrong. I'm back, and now I have super powers, just like you!! And there's nothing you can do about it," Syndrome teased. Dash waited till his face was really close the spat on him!! Syndrome roared and wiped the saliva off his face.
"You little brat!! Someone should teach you a lesson!!" he roared, but calmed down. He walked over to the control panel, chuckling.
"I guess I'll have to be the one to teach you that lesson. You see this machine Dash?? This machine will suck all of your powers at the press of this button," he said, pointing to a button.
"The powers then transfer themselves into me. It's very simple really, and now that I have all the super powers I need, I'll become invincible!!" he cried, raising his hands as if he had already conquered the world.
"No more Mr. Nice guy!! I'll take over the world and you can do nothing about it!!" he roared, motioning to the machine. He was so excited he could hardly breathe, mush less speak. He calmed himself down.
"Why did I choose you and the others?? Simple, because you were the only supers that were evolving that I was able to track down. The rest had flimsy powers that were no use to me. I'm sure that you will appreciate this live demonstration," he smirked, clicking his fingers loudly.
Dash watched as three guards grabbed Graham and handcuffed him to the machine using these huge metal chains. The machine was just a large metal orb with metal chains swinging around inside.
"You see, this machine only works when the Super is evolving. Otherwise it's useless. Especially since an evolving Super is defenseless and too scared to use their powers lest they hurt themselves." Syndrome cackled. Then he slammed down on the big red button.
The whole room vibrated as Graham screamed in agony. Dash watched with wide eyes as he screamed and twisted and writhed in pain, trying desperately to escape. Bruises and burns formed on his skin. His whole body was crackling with red energy. Dash tried to close his eyes and stop watching the horrible sight but he just couldn't. Open wounds formed on Graham's skin.
Then it stopped. There was utter silence. Carefully the guards stepped forward. One of them slowly freed Graham and they carefully dragged him away, trying not to hurt him too much for they probably pitied him. Syndrome snapped his fingers again. The sound rang through his ears.
Nobody moved. They all knew what was coming next. None of them (except for Syndrome of course) seemed to have it in their hearts to put a ten-year-old boy in so much pain. Syndrome snapped his fingers again in annoyance. Two guards moved forward hesitantly.
"Stop," a voice rang through their ears. It was the man who had been sitting next to Syndrome. He was now standing in front of Dash, protecting him.
"What do you think you are doing Chaos??" Syndrome snarled. Chaos frowned at him.
"You cannot possibly think I will let you torture a mere ten-year-old like this," he said in disbelief. Syndrome snorted.
"I do what I want. Sit back down or you will face the consequences." The consequences must have been harsh for the man gave one last look of regret at Dash before walking back. "I'm sorry," Dash heard him say before he left. The same two guards walked up to him, not making eye contact.
"Beasts," Dash muttered as the dragged him to the machine. One of them gulped.
"You're only making this harder kid," he said softly. Dash started to panic as they chained his wrists. Syndrome watched him for a second, smirking. Dash stared him straight in the eye, making him shift a little bit. Syndrome reached forward to press the button then stopped, hand hovering over the button. For a second Dash thought that maybe he had changed his mind. No such luck.
"If only your family were here to see this." Then he slammed his fist down on the button.
Violet groaned, opening her eyes slowly. She turned around and bumped her head on the wall of the cave.
"Damn," she said loudly, snapping out of her deep sleep. She rolled away and sat up straight.
"Great, where's my hair band??" she muttered. She looked around but saw nothing. She glanced at the fire and saw that the flames had died out. She straightened up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She dragged herself out of the cave. It wasn't exactly a cave. It was more like a bunch of rocks piled together to make a hole.
For the next hour Violet hunted for food, mostly fruit. She managed to find a few berries but they were bitter and tasted disgusting after a while. She couldn't find anything to drink but she wasn't that thirsty. When she was finally refreshed she began to search the island.
Most of the island was just forest and beach. The island was small so she covered the perimeter in just a few hours. The forest was more like a jungle, vines hanging everywhere and small bushes on the ground. She lost her way a few times but managed to find her way back to the beach easily.
After she had searched the whole island she returned to her cave and drew a small map of the island.
"Okay, so I searched around here...no, no...here. No wait, here, yea here. Then I went right, left...no right. This was where I got lost...no...this was where the ugly tree was. And then over here...no, wait...over here," she muttered. Finally she gave up, scribbling over the map in frustration.
"Stupid map!! Stupid, stupid, stupid map!! Vi, how could you be so stupid as to let Dash go!! AARGGHH!!" she screamed and kicked the sand angrily. She sighed and lay down on the sand, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. Suddenly she opened her eyes. She could hear the faint sounds of screaming, or maybe she was just dreaming. It was coming from...below the ground. Of course!!
She shot up as the truth hit her. Of course it would be underground!! Suddenly she remembered something. Under the old ugly tree there had been a huge pile of leaves. It was obvious that the old ugly tree bore no leaves or fruit. It was as if someone had put the leaves there to cover something up. Violet scrambled up.
"Left, right, right...then left and then...YES!!" she cried in excitement as she recognized the large twisted branches of the ugly old tree. She dived forward and started to grab at the leaves, throwing them aside until they revealed a large hole, large enough to fit a human.
She slowly crawled in, trying not to hit her head on the ceiling of the hole. Slowly she crawled in deeper, hoping that she wouldn't meet anyone or anything.
Helen grabbed the provisions and dragged them onto the beach. Bob had just finished making a large tent with a few branches and leaves. Helen stopped gasping for breath.
"I wonder how the children are doing," she gasped. Bob snorted.
"Let's just hope it's better than us," he grumbled, motioning to the plane. They had been forced to abandon the plane because there had been no place to land. The plane had landed in the water close to the beach. Luckily they had managed to grab some provisions before it had sunk below the surface.
"The food's wet," Bob whined. Helen made a face at him.
"Don't complain, at least you have food. Vi and Dash are probably starving out there somewhere and you're complaining about the food being a little damp," she snapped. Bob sighed and bit into his bread, spitting it out immediately.
"It's wet and salty!! It's disgusting!!" he complained, spitting on the sand. Helen sighed. This was going to be a long mission.