A/N: ARGH! Writers block! It's so annoying, and I have no idea how to continue this, let alone turn it into a Violet/Syndrome story as I had planned.
Plus, my exams are coming up, and I'm really nervous and stressed out, which doesn't really help either. There will proberly be a period where I don't update, but I'll try my best to keep up.
By the way, thanks to everybody who reviewed last chapter. I really appreciate it, and thanks for helping me with my spelling and grammar. I'll fix the mistakes later on.
The guard dragged Violet down a long corridor. She followed silently, squirming uncomfortably in his grasp.
Finally, they stopped outside a grey metal door, with a large '2' painted on it. The guard typed in a code on a small panel next to it, and it automatically opened. Violently, her pushed Violet inside.
She stumbled across the floor, but managed to keep standing. Angrily, she faced the guard and opened her mouth to speak, but he shut the door, leaving Violet alone in the cell. Sighing, she looked around the room.
It was small, with no windows, and only one lamp, hanging in the ceiling and glowing with a faint light. The only furniture was a chair and a bed, both made out of what looked like extremely cheap wood. A door led out to a tiny little bathroom, where you could hear the water dripping form the pipes. It was a prison cell indeed.
To Violet's surprise, she saw that her suitcase and her bag was standing on the floor. Wondering how Syndrome had gotten his hands on her things, she opened them and checked to see if anything was missing.
Upon making sure everything was there, she sat down on the bed, running her hands through her hair. She had to find some way to escape, some way to warn the outside world about Syndrome's plan.
Her fists automatically clenched at the thought of Syndrome. She could still see his arrogant face, hear his triumphal laughter in her ears. Why had she been so weak in his presence? Why hadn't she insulted him, yelled at him? Why hadn't she tried harder to fight him?
Violet buried her head in the pillow and screamed at the top of her lungs. She kicked her legs up behind her and pounded her fists into the madras with full force. She hated him! Hated him, hated him, hated him! She wished his brain would explode, and every bone in his body would break. But most of all, she wished to be able to kick the crap out of him. But of course, she couldn't.
"Cause my powers are gone!" she cried out loud. "God, I hate him!"
But most of all, she hated herself. She cursed herself mentally for ever being stupid enough leave home, let alone trying to fight Bomb Voyage on her own. She should have known she wasn't strong enough to take on a villain by herself. And now, she was being held captive by none other then her family's nemesis.
She eased her grip on the pillow. She wasn't gonna be weak anymore. From now on, she was gonna put up a fight, and she was gonna find some way to escape. She had to. She was gonna find some way to defeat Syndrome.
She rolled over, looking directly into the ceiling, unaware that someone was looking at her, too.
Back in the laboratory, Syndrome sat by the large computer screen, watching Violet through a hidden camera in the ceiling of her cell. He chuckled softly as he watched her angry outburst. The girl was feisty. He wouldn't have thought so, seeing the way she had acted when he had given her the poison. She had been like a lost child, all quivering and scared. But it seemed she wasn't as weak as he had assumed.
'Good,' he thought. 'That way, it's gonna be more fun to break her down.'
He grinned wickedly and turned of the screen. Oh yeah, he was gonna break that girl apart, piece by piece.
A/N: Short, I know. And not that great. Damn writers block!
By the way, thanks to everybody who reviewed last chapter. I really appreciate it, and thanks for helping me with my spelling and grammar. I'll fix the mistakes later on.