AN: Here it is, the next chapter. I might not be working with such a quick paste like this all the time though. With all the homework I having piling up on me I have a lot on my hands, and sometimes it will be difficult for me to update. But at any rate, I will do my best. Just keep the reviews coming! Nice ones please. Flames will be ignored and deleted. This story is just to relieve myself from stress. And I'm having fun plotting for this story! So I promise you that I will not neglect it!
Disclaimer: Pixar owns The Incredible's. Not me. Okey? So please don't sew me.
Syndrome spent months in the hospital healing up. And just before the night of his release, he escaped the hospital unnoticed before the cops would take him to jail for his criminal acts. Most likely there was now a warrant for his arrest, but it didn't matter. Now that he was healed, they would never catch him.
It was difficult starting all over. Most of his lackeys had gone to jail after the incredible's had revealed his hide-away to the authorities. So he had to find new recruits to work under him. It was not a difficult task. And his new lair was built in a different location that was buried under the earth in the heart of his own private island that was unknown to the human eye.
Again he took his time plotting against his enemies. Creating new weapons, machines, bombs, and what not. He knew it would take years to do. All his other weapons were destroyed. All he needed was patience. He was patient before. And he could do it again. This could not fail this time.
Syndrome let out a sadistic laugh at the thought of seeing the Incredible's again and making them pay for making him look like an idiot!
I had underestimated the strength of the incredible's. But not this time. I was a fool for not gathering all the information. If I knew that they had kids with amazing powers... maybe I could've found another way to defeat them. He thought to himself while fidgeting with one of his gadgets. But now that I know about each of their powers, it will only be too simple to find a way to destroy them.
The whole Incredible family would beg for mercy at his feet. Pleading for him to spare their lives. Or...
A idea struck him.
Why haven't I thought of this before!
He dropped his gadget to the floor with a clank. He pulled out a piece of parchment and began to design a blueprint for his plan. This was going to work! It was absolutely perfect!
His laugher echoed on the walls. Making some of his lackey's out side his door cringe. Knowing very well that it meant that trouble was brewing.
"WHAT!?"
"That's right." Bob repeated, exhausted from the news.
"Syndrome is alive? But how could this be? We watched him blow up! Didn't we? His cape got stuck and-" Said Helen, but was cut off by Mr. Incredible.
"I know. But did we actually see him blow up?" He said, trying to be practical. "A child reported seeing a man dressed in a torn looking hereon clothing was limp in the middle of a park. Just a mile from where the explosion was. He was at the hospital for a few months, then disappeared just before his release."
"Sounds like him then. Should we tell the children?" Helen said.
"No. They have enough to worry about than some crazed villain on the loose. No. If he does return, I don't think he is any threat. As long as we are together." He said with a smile.
Meanwhile
"That's what you think Mr. Incredible." Syndrome said to himself. Watching the Incredible's in the safety of their cozy home. Unaware of the hidden camera's in there.
"Fools. All of them." He said crazily to himself without a care that he was perhaps losing his sanity. "I will show them. I will show them all."
Misses and mister Incredible exchanged kisses just then. Syndrome wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"What a vomiting display." He groaned sickly. "I don't get this whole love thing. Its just a waste."
He frowned. Deep down inside, buried beneath his cold heart was emotions that he swore never to show. It was useless. Showing feelings for another was another sign of weakness. Love was weak. He had learned that over the years.
His heart suddenly felt heavy with the thought of Mirage. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt about that. But it had been her fault for running away from him. All because of the incident between her and Mr. Incredible. He knew very well that he didn't have the guts to kill her. Woman, he thought. I'll never get them.
But after she left he was not going to allow another woman to run away from him like that. There was no room in his heart for a woman anyway. It was full of greed and hate. Nothing would ever break past his barrier that he made. Nothing.
Syndrome shut off the disgusting display of affection that was showing on the screen and walked back into his lair to continue his work.
It was going to be a long day at work.
AN: Mauahaha! I am typing up the next chapter right now! It's already half way done. And it will skip over a few years until Violet is in Highschool. The next few chapters will be about her. Then later, Syndrome will make his appearance.
Warn me if any of the characters become a little OOC. Violet of course, will be OOC. But not so much. Since she will be a teenager and all.