Disclaimer: I do not own the Incredibles. I do own Zacathia/Zac, Buddy/Syndrome, Steven, Alex, Outcast/Jason Mulver, and all other unknowns. So pbblt! You can't use them!

Writer's Note: Sorry for the long time for updates, I'm currently in the process of writing like three fanfics (all to do with Syndrome) and I'm spreading my imagination and time a little thin. Thank god for design class!

Buddy watched the screen in horror. Zacathia look awful, he could tell she was worried. Her hair wasn't combed, and he could tell that she had been wearing that outfit for a few days now.

"Let me go! What have I ever done to you?" Buddy shouted at nothing. He was the only person in the room, but he knew Outcast could hear him. Evil supervillians always made sure to be able to hear their captives pathetic cries, it was some sort of unwritten rule.

A tinny voice came out of nowhere. "You ruined my life." Buddy glared at a wall, not sure which one was the one that Outcast was behind. The entire room was made of the glass. Buddy probed for electronics, but was met by a wall.

"Don't bother trying to get out of there with your powers, you won't be able to. This glass was specially made to withstand any super's powers, even the legendary Mr. Incredible." Buddy figured it was Outcast, on a PA system.

"How did I ruin your life? I don't even know you, despite the load of cp you said before." Buddy said, starting to get annoyed.

"Oh, naughty naughty. We can't have that, now can we?" Buddy suddenly felt an immense pressure in his head, as if it was going to explode. He would have held his head, if his hands weren't bolted to the wall. He was forced to simply squirm in pain, before the pain tripled and he started to scream.

"That's better. You're going to listen this time, and good, otherwise you'll have that chip in your head for a very long time, and as I'm going to live forever and I am the only person who can take it out." Buddy could hear the smugness his Outcast's voice. "If you ever want to see your family again, you'll do what I say, and when I say it."

Buddy looked ahead blankly. His family... Zacathia... Marie… he couldn't allow harm to come to them. They were innocent, hadn't done anything to annoy this man. He hadn't either, to his knowledge. But his knowledge of his life was a little blank at some points.

Outcast smiled, knowing what decision Buddy had come to. "Now that's a good little boy. I'm coming in now, so don't try anything." Buddy watched as Outcast seemed to simply walk through the wall ahead of him. He was in that much awe, he momentarily forgot to worry about Zacathia.

"Now. Close your mouth and listen to me. As I said before, you are going to do what I say, when I say it, without question. You will do exactly what I tell you, and not change anything unless it benefits me. I have twenty active missile silos under my control worldwide and I won't even think twice about sending one as a… gift… for your family." Outcast said, snapping his fingers twice. Two guards came forward and put a fabric collar around Buddy's neck.

"This wonderful device is called a training collar. All my guards wear one for the first year or so that they work for me, just so that I know they won't escape. It has a little chip in it that will set off the chip in your brain if you go somewhere you're not supposed to. Don't even bother trying to tamper with it, I made sure that you wouldn't be able to." Outcast said as the guards backed off. "And I don't like your name, Buddy. It's too friendly. You're going to be known as your alias, Syndrome from now on." Outcast finished, pressing a button. Buddy fell to the floor, not liking this one bit.

Syndrome followed Outcast down a hallway. A thin chain attached to the collar on his neck was forcing him to follow behind his captor. He was going through all the different kinds of ways that he could escape. The collar around his neck apparently blocked out his powers, so that threw a major wrench in most of his plans. Most of the plans involved being let out on a mission, but for that to happen, he would have to act like he used to, obsessive and willing to get what he wanted any way possible. He had promised Zacathia that he would never go back to being like that, but this was an extreme circumstance and he needed to think like that.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked, seeing how strong the chain was. His hands were being bound by it, so that he couldn't simply reach up and unhook himself from the collar. His hands were attached to a belt on his waist, and his feet were chained together. To onlookers, it would look like he was a prisoner in one of the old movies.

"That my old friend is none of your business. Yet." Outcast said, looking at Syndrome quickly. Sighing, Syndrome watched his feet. He wasn't getting to not like this more and more.

Zacathia stood behind Steven, who was kneeling next to Alex. Zac had brought Alex back to her complex for care, and so that she could help Steven keep and eye one him. Alex was in and out of consciousness, most of the time out. So she knew he would need the best there was to offer, and the best was currently working for her, in her complex.

"When's he going to wake up?" Steven asked the doctor, who had just walked in the door.

"I'm not sure. I'll have to take a look at him first, but it could simply be shock." The doctor answered, ushering Steven and Zacathia out of the room. He told them that he needed privacy when he was giving someone a check-up. Steven had at first protested, but a quick glance at Zacathia told him to be quiet and do as he was told.

An hour later the doctor came out of the room with a sullen look on his face. "He has a broken wrist, two broken ribs, a sprained knee, and many bruises. It's a miracle that he's still alive. Does he have any powers that you know about?" The doctor asked. "Any normal human being would most likely be comatose right now, but he's not. He's simply falling asleep."

"Asleep? That's it? Otherwise he's okay?" Steven asked, ignoring the doctors question.

"Yes, Um miss? Does he have any powers that you know about? We need to know these things before we start doing anything, so that we know what and what not to do that will interfere with his powers." The doctor asked, turning his attention to the calmer Zacathia.

"Not that I know about, but I haven't known him long. Steven, do you and Alex have powers?" Zacathia asked calmly.

Steven looked up at Zacathia, trying to calm down. He had to remind himself that even though she had been alive longer, he looked like he was older and was acting stupidly. "I don't have any, but I think that Alex does. It isn't one like yours or Dad's, we still haven't figured out what it is yet." Steven said, forgetting not to call Buddy 'dad'.

"Even that little bit of knowledge is useful. But what we really need is to know exactly what his powers are, so we know what we can and can't do." The doctor said. "Until we know exactly what his powers are, we can't do anything that could possibly help him."

Zacathia looked at Steven worriedly. They couldn't let Alex die, but unless they knew his powers that seemed to be what would happen.

Writer's Note: I know! It's too short for even my liking, but as I said before, I'm writing like three fanfics at once! I'll try and get this longer ASAP!