Armageddon Syndrome
Authors note: Well, here we are with the second chapter of what I'm hoping is going to be a well received fanfic. A warning to those reading this, we're gonna get a look into Danse Macabre's mind in this chapter, and it's not a happy place, plus we learn just what Hellfire was hinting at. Some of it may seem confusing, but all will be explained. Anyone wondering if this Marla is the same as the one from Old Ghosts and Bomberman: Chaos and Control, the answer is yes…and no. Again, this will all be made clear. Let's just say that Syndrome and his team are just the tip of the ICEberg. (Clue there). Disclaimer: The Incredibles and all related characters are property of Pixar. Hellfire and the Exterminators belong to me, and may not be used unless I'm credited in the disclaimer.
Chapter 2
Best served cold
Syndrome scowled as he watched the activity on the monitors. He had managed to hack into the security of Nomanisan Island, and was even now watching the brutal treatment it received from its new owners, the U.S military. They had already cleared out his Omni-Droid prototypes, his rockets, his hover jets and his force rack prisons. All of it gone. He could easily buy back the missile and weapon systems, but it would take him months to rebuild his old inventions. Well, he thought, if he couldn't have them, no one would. Pressing a button, he watched in satisfaction as a series of red lights began flashing inside the base, before explosions erupted from the building, and the entire facility was consumed by flames, along with the military men, as the cameras went dead.
"Amusing yourself Syndrome?" Hellfire asked, as she descended from one of the hover lifts.
"Hey, they play, they pay. Now, leave. I've got work to do. Syndrome said, with a smile.
"We've found the place by the way" Hellfire said, smirking.
"Perfect. Pretty soon, things are gonna get reh-heh-elly, interesting. I can't wait for Incredible to meet the new girl. Sure to be an explosive combination" Syndrome said, as the monitors began showing an image of a large hospital.
Blood. Rain. Mud and fire. Swords clashing and bones snapping. Screams human and inhuman mingle. Then gunfire. Flame. The man. The man with…blonde hair? Find him. Kill him. Find him, and you find the child. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him! All who oppose us must be sent to the grave. And then the cold…cold as death itself.
Danse Macabre snapped awake, his eyes glowing brightly, casting an eerie light over the place. He quickly gazed at his companion, and ascertained that she was alright. It had not yet begun. He ran his fingers through her hair, while placing his other hand on his mask, and slowly lifting it. He gazed into a mirror, before turning away quickly. The scars remained. But they would only remain…so long as the blonde man lived. He gazed once more at Marla's sleeping form, before getting up.
"Mmmmm. Morning already?" Marla mumbled, slowly getting up, and pulling on a T shirt.
"Yes. We…I have work to do. I will see you soon…my goddess" Danse Macabre said, before walking out the door.
"Goddess? Heh. Can't deny it…he knows how to flatter people" Marla said.
"He eez what? Un mademoiselle petite eez but twelve years old!" Bomb Voyage yelled out. Hellfire grimaced, as the moment she had anticipated had arrived.
"I take it by that remark that you've learned of Danse Macabre and Marla's relationship" Hellfire said, sighing.
"Relationship! He is at least twenty five! Zee man is an honourless scum! He eez…" Bomb Voyage began, before Hellfire held up a hand.
"Danse Macabre and Marla are mutually in love. She doesn't care if he's twenty five thousand. She is the only stability he has, and without her, he'll be a danger to all of us. With Marla by his side, he is still at least one quarter human. Without her, he is a danger to every single team member in the Exterminators. We are a group of thieves and murderers Bomb Voyage…there is no place for judgement here" Hellfire said.
"I will not work with that Licherous Pautonnier!" Bomb Voyage snapped back.
"Alright then, you can resign. Right after you tell Syndrome that you want out" Hellfire replied, a cruel grin crossing her face.
"Look, Voyage, neither I nor Syndrome wants any harm to come to any members of the team. But that only applies to those who accept the team ideal. And the fact is that if you want to stay on the team, you have to accept every member for what they are. If you want to leave, you leave feet first…understand?" Hellfire asked. Bomb Voyage nodded, before striding from the room.
Syndrome smiled as he suited up into his battle suit armour, and the various computer displays showed the hospital that had been targeted. The jet boots ignited, and Syndrome launched himself into the air. A mere hour later, he had arrived at the hospital, and slowly descended in front of the entrance, activating the obscuration systems, so that the armour projected a screen to hide his face. After all, this would defiantly make the news, and he didn't want Incredible, or any of the other supers getting in his way. He immediately fired two laser blasts from his gauntlets, blowing a gaping hold in the wall. He strode through it, smacking down any stray doctors or security guards who got in his way. He then ripped open the doors to the maternity ward, and found the room he was looking for. The plan was simplicity itself. Steal an infant child, with no preconceptions of right or wrong, then place it in a rapid growth chamber, connected up to a VR system, so it would grow up not only with a massive intellect, but also with the same views and ideals as Syndrome, while still maintaining its own independence.
"Thank you, Angel season 3" Syndrome said, thinking of Connor and his similar hi speed upbringing. Of course, Connor backed off in the end and…Syndrome mentally stopped himself, knowing that if he started thinking to hard about the reference, he would be there for days. And he had work to do. Oh yes. This time, Incredible wouldn't escape. This time, he'd be the one to fall. And Syndrome would crush him like a bug.
Danse Macabre sat in the high backed chair, and gazed in the mirror. The scars seemed better than before, but still remained, clear and ever present. He ran a hand over them, over the hideous damage wrought by the others. But no matter. He would have his vengeance, on all who opposed him. All who oppose us must be sent to the grave. That is the way it has always been. To our enemies…and even to our friends. But perspective. Incredible needed to die first. He was part of the plan. And Violet was required to make it work. The others…nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Kitty meanwhile was slumped across her bed, watching Night-shadow button his shirt up.
"That was fun. We'll have to do it again sometime" Kitty said, purring.
"Syndrome is returning. And Danse Macabre is once more in the underground pipeline" Night-shadow said.
"Mind reading? Spooky. So, if you can read my mind, you know what I'm thinking" Kitty said.
"The answer is no. Hellfire and Syndrome are in charge, and I have no intention of betraying them" Night-shadow said.
"Pity. But just so we're, meow, clear I don't take orders. If you want to play lap dog to that Hellfire witch, fine. But you know how I feel about dogs" Kitty said, arching an eyebrow.
"You cannot kill me. And ultimately, it is better to serve in heaven, than rule in hell. I respect your ambitions Kitty…you're talented, and confident, and a death dealer of great skill. And if you threaten me again, I'll put sixteen bullets in your head" Night-shadow said, walking out of the room.
"Meow. Maybe the dog has some spark in there after all" Kitty said, before following Night-shadow out of the room.
Syndrome watched as the girl was lowered into the VR machine, and it hissed closed. Hellfire stood by his side as it began displaying the information.
"I hope you realize how much chance of error there is here. We could go too far, and age her into death" Hellfire said.
"Hey, if that happens, I get a new one. That's the great thing about this selection process…no emotional attachments. So we get a few setbacks, who cares? There's hundreds of hospitals to get a replacement from" Syndrome said.
"And it doesn't bother you that we could kill this child?" Hellfire asked.
"Hey, I've killed a couple hundred Supers. You do that, you get a little less squeamish about death. It's not like you to be so roofless Hellfire. I mean, how can you not be enjoying this? Look how cool this equipment is? And this plan…its genius here! Instant lieutenant! Just allow two to three hours preparation, then open the door, and voila! An intelligent, witty, fiery second in command, capable of contributing to your empire. If this works out, I might start selling these things…I bet there's a huge market for them" Syndrome said, laughing.
"I guess I just find this whole, insta-growth thing a little weird" Hellfire said.
"Hey, it's no different to all those date-a-girl Sims. Just live action" Syndrome said.
"Well, you'd know all about those, eh boss?" Marla said, as she walked into the room.
"Well, the sullen super decides to grace us with her presence. What power does she have again Hellfire? Super powered sulking?" Syndrome asked, grinning.
"Hey, you think I'm going to listen to insults from a guy with hair that looks like a brush fire?" Marla asked, scowling.
"I notice you didn't answer my question" Syndrome said.
"I notice your still talking to me" Marla replied.
"Why don't you go running back to the Woody Allen in a skull mask?" Syndrome retorted.
"Why don't you make me, you red haired piece of shi…" Marla began, being barely held back by Hellfire.
"Oh, that really hurts. You want to throw down, you logarithmic Lolita, I'd be happy to. I need a few good laughs here" Syndrome said, pointing one of his Zero Point energy gauntlets at Marla.
"Syndrome, Marla, enough!" Hellfire yelled out, flames springing from her hands.
"Syndrome, I know you don't like Marla or Danse Macabre, but there team members. How are they going to respect you as a leader, if you constantly insult them? They aren't henchmen Syndrome…there equals" Hellfire said.
"Hey, sorry okay? I have a lot of super related anger to work out. Marla…you wanna be sullen, hell who am I to complain? I know more than a little about hatred, and repressing it never works. Just gotta let it all loose" Syndrome said. Marla just shrugged, collapsing into a chair.
"Now, call the others. Because it's time we payed my old idol, a little…house call" Syndrome said, a dark smile crossing his face.
To be continued…
So, there's the second chapter done. To anyone creeped out by Danse Macabre and Marla's relationship, I say…to bad. This is a team full of psychopaths and murderers, and Marla has killed over two hundred people already, and is still going. This is a story from the view point of the "Evil" side (Though personally, I try to avoid that label. The villains are the hero of this story) and anyone who is offended by stuff like this should just stop reading. Next chapter, Syndromes team plan there first attack on the Incredibles, and Kitty and Invisigoth make a deal with Danse Macabre that could lead everyone on earth to ultimate destruction.