A/N: First of all, thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed! Writing this fic has turned out to be a much bigger challenge then I thought, and I have really thought about giving up. But your reviews keeps me encouraged, so as long as you review, I'll keep writing;)
Im sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed, but I really want to bring Syndrome into the story as soon as possible.
Okay, I'm done rambling. On with the story!
Violet woke up with a killing headache and a searing pain in her whole body. She kept her eyes closed and groaned in pain. She didn't know where she was, nor could she remember anything about what had happened to her. Everything that had happened earlier seemed like on big blur.
One by one, memories from the previous night returned to her. She remembered the mime who had turned out to be a bank robber. She remembered chasing him, and having a confrontation in an alley. But everything after that was just a blank space in her memory. She rolled her head back and whimpered as a fresh wave of pain washed over her.
'This is just my lucky day,' she thought and tried to lift her hand up to rub her temple. However, she found it impossible.
Confused, she opened her eyes. At first, she couldnt see anything. Her vision was blurred, as if she was seeing everything through a fog. But soon, things around her began to take shape, and she could she everything clearer.
She gasped in surprise when she saw where she was. It was a large room, looking mostly like a laboratory. The walls and the floor was grey, and along one of the walls stood what looked like a large computer. A dim light lit up the room, giving it a cold and sterile look.
Violets mouth hung open in shock. She had no idea what this place was, but it wasn't very nice, and she intended to get out as soon as possible. She tried standing up, but once again found it impossible to move. She looked down and noticed that she was strapped in a chair.
She tugged at the cords that held her confined, feeling a nervous desperation creeping into her. She didn't what was going on, but she knew that it couldn't be good.
When she finally realised that her struggle was useless, she leaned back and closed her eyes again, her mind working on overload, trying to come up with some sort of idea for an escape plan, or just an idea about what was going on.
She was pulled from her thought by the sound of footsteps, accompanied by deep voices. Immediately, she sat up again, holding her breath as the sound grew closer. From what she could hear, there was two persons, by the sound of their voices, males. One of them spoke with a thick accent, while the other one spoke fluid English. For some reason, she couldnt help but feel that she had heard his voice before.
The two persons stopped right outside the door which led into the room Violet was in, but their discussion continued. Violet listen carefully, and although she couldn't hear everything they said, she understood a few words.
"Powers... No doubt... Violet Parr... Get your money soon enough..."
Violet felt panic rising up inside her. How did they know her name? It was impossible! Nobody knew her secret identity, except her parents. Villains only knew her as Incredagirl. How did they...
She felt as if she had been hit by lightning. Her mask! Where was her mask? Cold sweat started to run down her forehead, and she once again tried to move, still without succes. She needed to know what was going on. Concentrating hard, she forced herself to remember what had happened earlier.
She remembered fighting with the clown. He had a name, but Violet didn't remember what it was. Something with voyage... Bon Voyage? No, that wasn't it... Bon, Bom... Bomb! Bomb Voyage!
That was the guy she had fought, and properly the guy who had revealed her identity to the other man. She just hoped he hadn't told anyone else, cause then she would be in real trouble.
She snorted at her own thoughts. 'As if I'm not in trouble already.'
Gathering her senses, she tried focused on the previous events again. She had fought Bomb Voyage, but what had happened after that? Her mind was like a blank space, a piece of paper where the writing had been erased. She knew something had happened, but what?
'Think Violet, think,' she urged herself. There was pain, an explosion...
Bombs! He had used bomb, and apparently, her forcefields hadn't been powerful enough to protect her. She had been knocked out.
"Guess I'm not as strong as I thought," she mumbled to herself.
She was pulled from her thought by the sound of laughter outside the room. The two men seemed to be done talking, cause she could hear on of them walking away. She held her breath as the door opened, and the figure of a man walked in.
"Oh, you're awake," he said carelessly. "I was beginning to think you were gonna sleep all day."
That voice! Violet knew she had had heard it before. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the him.
"Who are you?" she asked nervously. The person laughed.
"You don't remember? Oh well, it has been a while!"
Violet watched him closely as he took a step out from the darkness, and, almost in slow-motion, let the light reveal his features.
She gasped at the sight of the person in front of her. It was impossible! She stared at him with shock and confusion, and felt how all color drained from her face.
"Syndrome!"
A/N: I just thought I would mention that I'm going on vacation next week, so there wont be any updates for a little while. But don't worry, I'll be post next chapter as soon as I get home. Meanwhile, keep reviewing, cause it makes me so happy:)