Author's Rambling–- Hey all, I back again. Hopefully this one will be out when I intend it, and not about three months down the line. We got a snow day today, Wednesday March 2nd 2005, so I should be able to get this out pretty soon. I have the coolest font. I don't even know where my sister got it, but it is sooo cool! We've got a few at the moment. We've got the movie font from The Crow, we've got the Walt Disney font, and we have the Addams Family, Lemony Snicket, Will and Grace, Monster's, Inc. Friends... we have a really nice one that looks just like neat handwriting. It's so cool. It's also mad.
Author's Rambling – I love the film, so I'm paying homage to it. Notice that word there, homage. Basically, it means I don't own, so don't sue. If you did sue, all you'd get is about five pounds, my We Will Rock You soundtrack, (which I would kill you for if you took it) my Incredibles playstation game and an argument with my Dad's girlfriend. You can have the argument. In fact, if you don't sue me, you can have her. Get her out of my way. Please?
Full, Amended Summary – Violet's different now. She's really different. In fact, she's so different that she's attracting the attention of some characters she'd rather avoid. Some very shady characters.
But this character is not there to harm her. In fact, he needs her help. Will she give him the help he so desperately needs?
And after the help has been given, will she ever go back to her family?
OK, OK! Pitbulllady, cd lover, if you two don't calm down I'm going to put you across my lap and spank your bottoms, got it? No arguing!
cd, dude. If you don't like how my story is going then you know what to do. Door's over there. And cd, dahling, a warning in return for yours. If you don't like Syndrome/Violet (which LejindaryBunny is so totally right about, it rocks) then don't read this chapter. Honestly, I'm warning you!
And who said I was going to make it an erotica? But I must thank you; I don't think I've laughed as hard as when I read your review in a long time. Come cause the pain, if you think you're hard enough…
Pitbulllady, cheers. That is how you spell his name, and it's not strange because they're famous. To be honest, what is the big problem with age gaps? At my school, it's taboo to go out with a boy younger than you. I went out with a boy two years younger, and everybody was whispering about me, ignoring me, stuff like that. It got on my nerves. Why can't girls go out with younger guys? Guys can go out with younger girls. Anyway, speaking of age gaps, I was toying with making it a Helen/Syndrome, but it made me shudder. I haven't seen a Helen/Syndrome on here.
Anyway, I'm hoping you're enjoying this story, and I really hope that it's good enough.
Soccergurl1990, welcome back, haven't heard from you in a while. I love your reviews, they're short and too the point. I'm working on it; I'm working on being faster!
Princessmoi, hey. Nice to see you liking my story. I'm glad you love it. I do too. It's going to be finished. Maybe very slowly, but it will be. Fear not, my readers!
Current Music – Greenday, the American Idiot album. It's a great album to write to.
Here we are, Chapter Four. Lemme know how it turns out, I'm totally not sure about this chapter.
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Violet sat down, cautiously. Whatever she had been expecting, dinner wasn't it.
Halfway through eating, she asked, "Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" Syndrome said, after putting down his water glass.
"Being so nice to me. And-"
"You'd rather I hit you, forced you to do what I want?"
"Well… no, but… you being so nice is rather disconcerting. You're not the Syndrome that I knew three years ago."
Violet had a flash of knowing that she had gone a little too far before Syndrome got up and stalked around to her side of the table.
Putting his face closer to hers, he said, "Get this, Violet, you don't know me. You never knew me. So don't try to tell me that you did."
She took a breath and closed her eyes. He was too close. Licking her lips, she tried to atone for her mistake. "I'm sorry. You're right. I didn't know you."
He took her chin gently in his fingers. "Look at me."
When she opened her eyes, even more cautious than before, he said, "Are you scared of me?"
"No. Just a little… disconcerted. Wouldn't you be, if the man who had tried to kill you was being nice to you?"
His eyes flashed with something unidentifiable. Violet closed her eyes and tried to turn away. He wouldn't let her. "Look at me, Violet, I won't hurt you."
Her eyes fluttered open. What she could see of his face was taunt with… sadness? Regret?
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I was aiming for your dad, trying to hurt him in any way possible. I'm sorry."
A couple of strands of hair had fallen across his eyes. She brushed them away carefully, looking him in the eyes as she did so. "It doesn't matter," she told him truthfully. "Not now."
Smiling gently, he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and slanted his lips over hers.
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As soon as he had spotted the Syndrome 'S', Bob Parr had turned bright purple and had left the house. Whether to blow off some excess anger, or to find his daughter, well, that still remains to be seen.
He stalked along the streets of Metroville. Metroville was quiet at night, a fact for which Bob was really grateful. He really didn't want to end up killing some random villain.
You know that feeling that fathers seem to get when their only daughter is doing something that they wouldn't approve of? Bob got a flash of that, and slammed his fist into the wall. "I swear to God," he vowed, shaking his hand out. "I swear to God, Syndrome, if you hurt her, it will be the last thing you do."
He decided to take out his anger on the abandoned car lot before heading for home.
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Violet didn't know what had awoken her. Maybe it was that she wasn't actually tired. Maybe it was because she was thirsty. Or maybe it was the arm slung about her waist that woke her.
Gasping gently, she sat up. Syndrome's arm flopped uselessly to the mattress as Violet clutched the sheet to her. 'What have I done?'' she asked herself.
Syndrome muttered in his sleep as Violet covered her eyes with her hands. "What got into me?" As Syndrome snuffled gently and rolled over, it was obvious. Her obsession with bad boys had gotten out of control.
Sliding silently out of the bed, she padded to the kitchen with the sheet still wrapped around her. As she was getting a drink, Syndrome came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Kissing her neck, he said, "Good morning."
Violet pulled herself out his arms, with an effort. Syndrome stopped, taking a look at her face. "Regrets?" he asked dejectedly.
"It shouldn't have happened, Syndrome. Please, take me home."
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A/R – Again, more of a teaser. I'm trying. I'm sorry it's short.
cd lover, Pitbulllady, I don't want any arguments. Thank you.
Review, everybody!
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