A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back from my vacation, and as promised, with a new chapter. It was really hard to write, and I'm not sure I'm satisfied with the result. But I decided to post it anyway. Read and review please!

"Syndrome." For a moment, she felt like she was going to faint.

"What's wrong?" he asked mockingly. "You look as if you've seen a ghost!"

Violet just continued staring at him with a blank expression, her mind not quite comprehending what was happening. She opened and closed her mouth, gaping like a fish on land. Syndrome couldn't be alive. It was impossible!

"You... You died," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "4 years ago. On the plane."

Syndrome snickered and took a step towards her.

"Did I?" He looked at himself, then shrugged. "It's funny, I don't look death." Another step. "And I don't feel death. I guess that means... I'm not death!"

He grinned evilly at the scared girl in front of him. If possible, her eyes had grown even wider, and she was trembling all over. He smiled wickedly as he advanced on her, taking short menacing steps.

"How?" Violet asked. "The plane... It blew up... And you... you were onboard!"

He chuckled. "Not really. All I had to do was rip of my cape, and then use my rocket boots; or rather, boot, to fly away. However, I didn't escape unharmed."

Violet sat helplessly in the chair, not able to do anything but watch him as he came closer. He stopped right in front of her, and slowly leaned in over her, his face only inches away from hers.

"Look at me," he hissed. "Look at what you and your goddamn family did to me!"

Violet stared at him. She remembered how he had looked all those years ago, his face like that of a little boy, with freckles and baby blue eyes. Now, all the boyish charm was gone, replaced by a sinister and evil hatred. His eyes were cold, and his glance was piercing. His left cheek was marred by a huge scar, which ran from his forehead to his chin. Other small scars was placed around his face, and his nose was slightly crooked. But something that hadn't changed was his outfit. It was exactly the same as it had been 4 years ago.

Violet looked down. She felt as if his cold eyes were seeing through her, and he was reading her every thought. But as she turned her gaze away, Syndrome grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

"I lost everything!" he hissed. "Thanks to you. The so-called 'Incredibles'!"

He said the last word with so much hate and despise that Violet had to close her eyes for a moment. His face had turned into a horrible grimace, and his grip on her chin had tightened. He looked like an animal, ready to attack it's prey. Violet was sure he was gonna hit her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the blow. It didn't come. Instead, he released her and began to pace back and fort in front of her.

"I had to rebuild everything. My lair, my inventions, everything! An on top of that, I had to stay hidden. Cause if the government found out I was alive, I would be behind bars before you could count to three." He stopped and turned to face her.

"But giving up wasn't an option. Oh no, I swore that I would get my revenge on the Supers. Especially your family. And I will. Trust me, I will."

Violet gulped down the lump that had gathered in her throat. His cold voice sent chills down her spine, and his calm, but powerful presence caused her heart to jump in her throat.

"Of course," he said, "I had to start somewhere. So, when Bomb Voyage told me he had Incredagirl in his captivity, I jumped to the chance. I bought you from him."

"Bought me?" Violet shrieked. "You cant buy me! I'm not some sort of object, or property, or..."

One glance from Syndrome was enough to shut her up. She bit her lower lip, flushing slightly as he kept staring at her.

"If it's any comfort, you weren't cheap," he teased her. She ignored his comment.

"So why did you 'buy' me?" she asked, afraid of hearing the answer, but needing to know. "Is it so you can kill me?"

Syndrome shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "I need you alive, at least for the moment."

Violet watched him as he strolled around the room, his movement reflecting his confidence. He stopped by a large table which stood along one of the walls. Carefully, he opened a drawer and pulled out a small vial, containing a clear liquid.

"This," he said, holding the vial up as if it was a trophy of some sort, "This is my revenge. This will help me destroy the supers, once and for all!"

Violet looked at the liquid, clearly confused. "That?" she asked. "That's your revenge? Your gonna give them lemonade?"

Syndrome spun around fiercly. "Lemonade?" he groaned and clutched the vial in his fist.

He quickly walked down to her and grabbed her by the hair. She gave a yelp of pain.

"This is the ultimate weapon to get rid of the supers. It's a sort of poison, if you will," he roared, twisting his brutal fingers into her black mane. She winced, closing her eyes from his rage.

Finally, he let her head go and moved back to the table, where he began to roam trough the items, looking for something.

"This stuff has a certain effect on supers. As soon as they drink it, or it is injected into them, their powers disappear." he looked up and grinned at her. "And then, they are normal people."

Violet looked at him with disbelief, but she didn't say anything. Honestly, she didn't know what to say. She was still trying to understand what he was telling her.

Finally, she managed to speak. "How are you planning to get that stuff out to the supers? You think they are just gonna accept it willingly?"

He chuckled. "Of course not," he said. "But, if it is in their drinking water, they are gonna drink it without even knowing. I'm gonna have this stuff put into all the worlds drinking water. That way, no super can avoid being infected."

He laughed out loud, and held the vial into the air.

"This little baby is gonna help me destroy the supers, once and for all!"

He stood, glowing in his own pride and smiling at his genius. Violet shook with confusion and fright.

"What does this have to do with me?" she asked, her voice on the brink of panic. "Why have you brought me here? Why are you telling me your plan?"

He looked up, and a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

"It has a great deal to do with you. You see, this bad boy isn't finished," he said, and pointed to the liquid in his hand. "So far, the effect is only temporary. After a while, the supers powers return. I need to make the effect permanently. And you, my dear, are gonna help me."

Violet frowned. "What do you mean?" Syndrome grinned and pick up a syringe from the table. Slowly, he started to fill it with the liquid.

"I have to make it perfect for the grand premiere!" he said, and walked towards Violet. "And in order to do that, I need to to test it."

She gasped as his words hit her. She finally understood his plan. "Hell no!" she cried with a panicked voice, and once again tried breaking free.

Syndrome chuckled. "Hell yes," he said, and kneeled down in front of her, grabbing her around the throat. She immediately stopped moving. "You, my sweet," he said coldly, "Are my guinea pig!"

With that, he plunged the needle into her arm, causing her to scream in pain. He emptied the liquid into her bloodstream, before pulling the needle out and tossing it aside.

"Of course, you're not my first guinea pig," he said, while beginning to untie her. "But, my first one couldn't stand being powerless. He chose to kill himself. I don't see why. All he should have done was to ask me. I would have gladly done it for him." He removed the cords around her legs.

"So, I needed a new super. But they are hard to find, and hard to get your hands on. Lucky for me, you appeared. A member of the Incredibles, the daughter of my sworn enemy. Violet Parr. It's just perfect!"

Violet shuddered at the sound of her own name. She looked down at him, her head filled with scary and confusing thoughts. She was a guinea pig. An object for Syndrome to test his inventions on. She whimpered. Her arm hurt, and a weird ticklish feeling was seeping through her body.

"There," Syndrome said, removing the last cords around her wrists. "Stand up."

Violet just glared. She sat still, feeling sick. Syndrome rolled his eyes. "Stand up," he repeated, this time a bit angrier. She didn't obey. Annoyed, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. She gave a yelp of pain and attempted to break free. She kicked him in the shin, and he immediately dropped her.

"You little...," he hissed, and tried grabbing her again. She pulled back, and held out her hand, trying to create a forcefield. However, nothing happened.

"Would you look at that," Syndrome chuckled. "Little Miss Incredible without her powers. What a lovely sight to see."

Violet glanced at him before trying again. Still nothing. She whimpered and took a few staggered steps backwards. The world around her seemed to be spinning, and her legs felt wobbly. Unable to stand up any longer, she feel to the floor, hugging herself tightly.

She had no powers. She was weak. She couldn't fight him. She was his prisoner. His guinea pig.

She looked at him with glassy eyes, her lower lip trembling as she fought to hold back the tears threatening to spill. Syndrome smiled.

"Are you gonna cry?" he asked her. "Then cry! Cry all you want! I would love to see a super cry. Except... you're not a super... anymore."

Laughing to himself, he pressed a button on his glove, ordering a guard into the room. Then he turned his attention back to Violet, who still sat huddled on the floor with a panicked look in her eyes. He was mocking her, she was certain of that, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. She didn't want to. She stared blankly in front of her, as if she was looking at some invisible object.

Invisibility. She had the power to become invisible.

'No you don't,' she told herself. 'Not anymore.'

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up from the ground. She looked up, and saw one of Syndrome's henchmen holding her. She didn't fight. She couldn't. She was weak.

"Take her to Cell 2", Syndrome said. "Make sure she stays there."

The guard nodded and pulled Violet towards the door. She didn't struggle. There wasn't any point. Without her powers, she couldn't escape.

She peeked over her shoulder, seeing Syndrome standing with his arms crossed and a smirk planted on his face.

"See you later, Violet."

A/N: I know, his plan is crap. I'm not that creative, so bear with me.