A/N: Another chapter of drama, violence, and swearing and a tap dancing fish! (Well maybe not the fish though who knows? LoL) Anyways you all know the routine. Leave me some comments and concerns !
Chapter 3
"We never had breakfast for dinner," Dash said as he cracked an egg into a mixing bowl.
Mirage looked over at him in shock as she poured pancake batter into the hot griddle.
"Really? When I was a kid I loved when Mom made it. My favorite was French Toast."
It was seven o'clock at night and Mirage decided to make breakfast for dinner since her culinary skills were on the same level as a seventeen year old. Usually she would eat a bowl of Fruit Loops when she was at home by herself but she felt that a simple bowl of cereal would not be enough to hold two high spirited kids. (Jack Jack on the other hand was content with his bowl of mash peas.)
"Now the trick to making the pancakes come out just right is the way you flip them," Mirage said matter- of- factly.
"Oh really? I thought it was just who made them, that determined their taste," joked Violet raising an eyebrow.
Mirage smirked and winked at the two kids. "Well maybe, but the flip is what makes or breaks it. Now watch."
Mirage tightened her pony tail and cracked her knuckles. She looked at the two kids and cleared her throat. The two looked at her with bewildered expressions.
"Hey, you have to prep for these kind of things," she explained. "Now, one, two, THREE!"
With that she took the spatula and flipped the pancake as high as she could. Dash, Violet, and even Jack Jack stared in amazement as the pancake went into the air, flipped, and landed smack on Mirage's head. Mirage stood there as the pancake slid down the front of her head onto her face and finally onto the floor. All three of the Parr children burst out into laughter and Mirage even found herself joining in when the doorbell rang.
"Violet could you answer that while I clean up this mess?" Madison asked still chuckling.
"Okay, pancake face," Violet said jokingly and walked over to the door.
"I'll help you clean," Dash said and raced to get a paper towel.
Violet unlocked the door and swung it open but to her surprise no one was at it.
"Hello?" she called out but did not receive a response.
The teenager shrugged and closed the door back.
"Weird."
Madison poked her head from out the kitchen towards the living room.
"Who was it?" she asked wiping her face on a damp paper towel.
Violet shrugged and walked back into the kitchen to finish helping.
"I don't know. When I opened the door no one was there."
"Maybe it was pranksters," added Dash.
"Maybe, but let's not worry about it. Let's hurry making dinner so we can eat," instructed Mirage.
Truthfully upon hearing that no one was at the door, Mirage started to become wary. If it was him, then she was ready for whatever he had planned. She would not let him cause mayhem as long as she was in this house.
Suddenly, a thunderous slamming noise was heard and no one else but Syndrome and his henchmen busted into the house.
"Honey! I'm home!" he called out stepping over the rubble that was the door. He was surrounded by about fifteen of his thugs and each had some kind of weapon in their hands. Syndrome as expected was dressed in his super suit and sporting his mask.
"Not you again!" Dash called out and burst out into his super speed around the villains. He circled them, punching and kicking till one of the guards threw a powder on him. The powder suddenly liquefied and formed into a gooey substance that caused the speedy youth to slow down and petrify into place.
"Dash!" Violet called out and started turn invisible.
"Oh no you don't!" Syndrome called out and threw a net over her. The net as expected was no ordinary net and produced an electrical current that shocked the girl unconscious.
Syndrome laughed evilly and his gaze fell next upon Jack Jack. Mirage saw this and sprung forward to grab the baby. Acting quickly one of the henchmen knocked her back against the kitchen wall while another picked the baby up and clipped a device on him.
Jack Jack cried in anger and attempted to use his powers but himself unable to.
"What did you do to him?" yelled out Mirage.
"Don't worry about him," laughed Syndrome. "It's just a little something I whipped up to stop him from using his powers."
Mirage suddenly became enraged and her powers could no longer be contained. A white glow overcame her body and the henchmen stood in awe. Two feathery wings sprouted from Mirage's back and her eyes glowed a bright intense jade. Syndrome's henchmen all back up in fear as Mirage's gaze fell upon them. She directed a slender hand in their direction and a powerful force fell upon them and knocked them on their feet. Syndrome looked at Mirage determinedly and stood his ground. With gazes locked, Mirage lunged at him. Syndrome, quick to respond, shot out his arm and directed a laser towards Mirage which shot her towards the floor with a hard thump.
"Did you really think I wouldn't be expecting this?" he asked her walking over to her slumped body. He picked her up and wrapped an arm around her small neck holding her close to him.
"Don't even try to attack me, Mirage," he whispered in her ear. "I just stunned you with my new invention. It's called the Neutra-Beam. It neutralizes your powers for a few moments, rendering you helpless but, that's not the best part."
Syndrome reached behind him and produced a small syringe filled with a clear liquid. He grabbed the cap of the syringe between his teeth and spit it onto the floor. He thrust the needle in front of Mirage's face so she could get a clearer look at it.
"This, Sweetheart, is the Neutralizing Serum. It makes your powers useless for up to nine hours. One shot of this and you're just like any other normal person. Only because it's your first dose, you may experience some side effects. But don't worry I'll take good care of you." He explained to the blonde.
Mirage could only watch as he thrust the needle into her arm and inject the serum in her. Suddenly, everything started becoming fuzzy and Mirage felt she could no longer keep her eyes open.
"Let's move out, "she heard Syndrome instruct and then the world went black.
"Honey, I had no idea you could still Tango," cooed Helen Parr to her husband as they walked into their hotel room.
Bob swiftly pulled his wife towards him and dipped her back.
"I can do that and so much more," he said huskily and planted a kiss on his wife's lips.
Helen wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed him again.
"You know, I'd really like to see what else you can do, Mr. Incredible."
Bob stood her back up and smiled. "Then how about you change into something more appropriate and I will show you."
Helen smiled, gave Bob a wink, and sauntered into the bathroom to change. Bob laughed and gave a whistle as he sat down on the bed to take off his sandals.
BRRINNGGGG!
Bob looked over to the ringing phone and picked up the receiver.
"Mr. Parr, I hate to disturb you but you have a call from a Mr. Drome. Do you accept?" asked a voice on the line.
I don't know a Mr. Drome, thought Bob.
"Uh sure, I accept," Bob said and waited as the call was put through.
"Aloohaa!" exclaimed a voice on the other line.
Not really recognizing the voice, Bob remained silent.
"Hellooo? Ah, I see how it is. You can't say hello to your own nemesis huh?"
Wait a minute! Mr. Drome? Syndrome, Bob realized.
"Syndrome! What do you want? How'd you get this number?" asked Bob clenching his fist.
"That's not really of importance is it, Mr. Incredible? The reason I'm calling is I have something you may want back," the young man said menacingly
"What's that?" asked Mr. Incredible.
"Your children."
"I SWEAR IF YOU LAY ONE-
"Chill," Syndrome said breezily. "I'm not concerned with them just yet. I have bigger fish to fry."
Bob rubbed his forehead angrily. "What do you want, Syndrome?"
"Listen carefully, Mr. Incredible. I am faxing a map over to the hotel you are staying at. Enclosed with the map is a set of directions you are to follow strictly. Failure to do so may result in the demise of your offspring and we wouldn't want that now would we?"
"No."
"Good. Now with that said I expect to see you and Elastigirl in two days. Enjoy the rest of your vacation!"
Bob listened as Syndrome hung up and only the dial tone was left. Helen came out in a silk night gown with matching robe smiling. When her husband did not even look at her, she walked over and put her arms around him.
"What's the matter, Tiger?" Helen asked batting her eyelashes.
"Syndrome."
The next morning Mirage awoke to find herself laying on a king sized plush bed. She looked noticing she was in a huge luxurious room filled with classy furniture and oversized windows that poured golden sunlight in. The walls were covered with oversized oil paintings from many great artists such as Monet, Picasso, and others. The bedroom also appeared to be empty.
Makes for an easy escape, she thought and started to sit up but was found she was unable to. Her ankles and wrists were held to the bed's frame by what appeared to be silver metal chains. Mirage also noticed beside her bed was a small velvet box containing 6 unused syringes.
Suddenly the oversized bedroom door opened and Syndrome poked his head into the room. He smiled wickedly when he saw that Mirage was now awake and looking at him.
"Good morning, Babe!" he said cheerily as he walked over besides the bed.
Mirage said nothing as she turned her body not to face him. Syndrome's smile faded off his face and he sat down on the bed besides her.
"I know you don't like the chains but it's the only way I can guarantee you won't try to run away from me," he explained.
"Oh really? So what about the serum?" the blonde challenged as she turned to look directly in his face.
Syndrome stared directly back at her pouting face. "Do you honestly think I would take a chance in letting you use your powers on me?"
Both said nothing as they just continued looking at each other. Finally Mirage broke the silence.
"Where are the children?"
Syndrome got up from the bed and walked over to the velvet box containing the serum. He picked up a syringe and examined it.
"All three of them are being held in quarters similar to yours and like you they have been issued the same serum," he said tapping the syringe with his hand to let any air bubbles out. "Really now, do you strongly believe I'm that cruel?"
When no reply came, the red head sighed deeply and walked back over to the side of the bed and kneeled.
"Mirage, don't think I wanted things to get like this," he started softly. "You think I'm just about getting revenge on Mr. Incredible and that's it. Yeah I want my revenge but I have other important things on my mind too! Like you for example."
"Don't give me that!" Madison found herself exclaiming. "It's always been about you and your stupid revenge against all supers! I've always been put on the back burner!"
"Nah uh!" Syndrome shot back at her. "I've always cared for you! When I was starting out, I wanted no one else but you at my side! I've bought you nice things, gave you a life you could only dream about you, and made sure you always had!"
"Material things don't always cut it, Syndrome! I could care less about the clothes, money, and fancy houses. I didn't stick with you because you were rich! I stuck with you because I fell in love with Buddy Pine! Now it's like I don't even know you anymore. Ever since you became 'Syndrome' it's like the boy that made me love him is dead!"
The young man said nothing as he watched Mirage break down in sobs. As much as he hated to admit it, he could barely stand there and watch her cry. Even if he was Syndrome now, somewhere inside him was still a little Buddy Pine.
"Madison," he whispered and stood up. The villain reached over to the small night stand besides the bed and pulled open the drawer and took out a small key. Still with tears streaming down her face, Mirage watched as he undid the chains till she was able to move. He then sat down on the bed with his back facing her.
"Why?" the blonde whispered wiping her face.
"Because I hate seeing you upset," Syndrome said.
Mirage said nothing but watched as he reached back over to the night stand and held a small diamond ring in his hand.
"You still have that?"
Syndrome turned to face her. "I never leave anywhere without it."
"Do you remember when I gave it to you?" he asked still looking at the precious ring.
"Of course, how could I forget? It was during our vacation to the Swiss Alps," she said while picturing it in her mind.
"You cried when I gave I gave it to you and I thought I had picked out the wrong kind of ring. You said you were crying because you never thought I would want you for my wife," said Syndrome. "That night was my favorite memory of you."
Mirage said nothing and looked down at the satin bed sheets. Syndrome reached over and brushed her long white-blonde hair out of her face and lifted her chin up to face him.
"Look, I know you don't know how to feel right now, but all I ask is one evening with you. We'll forget about everything else and just focus on us. Tonight I'll take a night off from being Syndrome and just be Buddy. How does that sound?"
Mirage said nothing but Syndrome could see that she was really thinking hard about it.
"Please say yes, Madison," he pleaded gently.
"Yes," she said bringing a sincere smile to his face.
If I'm to get everyone out of here alive, maybe I just better give in, she thought to herself.
A/N: HAHA ANOTHER CHAPTER WOO!
