IMPORTANT WRITER'S NOTE:
Okay. Before you all go hyper on my head, I'm not gonna be able to update for a few weeks. I'm going away for a week, and then I'll need a little more time to finish the chapter I'm currently writing. But just to keep you a little happy I'll give you what I have on the next chapter, as a sort of preview for what's to come.
Please don't hate me for it being so short! I told you I need a little while to finish it!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Incredibles. Do not throw me in jail for being a fan, as that isn't against the wall.
Dedication: First ever Chapter dedication! Woot! I want to dedicate this chapter to Cristy Demonwrath for her wonderful review. I'm not saying I don't like everyone's review, but her's just kick-started me into finishing this chapter after writing nothing of it for so long. I think I've read your particular review five or more times. I have little forgotten details of childhood in here? I thought they were well-known, they are to me anyways... maybe that's because I used to live in a building where I was the oldest kid there...
Syndrome went through the boxes in the hallway. He had gotten the story out of Mirage, and she had apparently been here for a while and had been sending his people out to get her things. They had just ended up getting more than she wanted. Oh well, that just gave him more stuff to do which was never a bad thing. He got bored very easily, so he tried to keep busy constantly.
He smiled, remembering when he had first brought Mr. Incredible to Nomanisan. His plans had all been going the way he had wanted. Okay, maybe not completely. He hadn't expected the guy to survive his I-bomb. It hadn't been a problem though, that just gave him more stuff to do after he had saved the city. Even when the rest of Mr. Incredible's family had shown up things kept going his way, up until Mirage betrayed him. How could she have helped them? How could she have released them? That was the only way they could have gotten out after all. His force-racks were fool-proof, no one could escape from them.
He took a glass vase out of the box he was looking through. It had designs that only Mirage would like, so he put it in another box that he had emptied earlier and had decided to use to put stuff in that would go in Mirage's suite. Syndrome had been forced to give her a bathroom of her own. Not only had she demanded it, but Syndrome would have given it to her anyways. One day when they had still been on Nomanisan, he had taken the liberty of having one of the guards time how long she was in the shower, and it had taken her two hours to get in and out.
He heard someone walk up behind him, so he turned around to see Mirage. She was holding a Peanut Butter sandwich, and the box of walkie-talkies that Syndrome had given to Buddy. She raised her eyebrow questioningly, passing them to him.
"Who's are they?" She asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.
"Mine." He said, placing them on the ground beside him as he sat back. He could truthfully say that, because technically they were.
"You never had any on Nomanisan." Mirage said, sitting down beside him.
"That doesn't mean anything." Syndrome said, shrugging as he stood up, with the help of Mirage and his crutches. He hated the fact that he needed help getting up, and couldn't wait until the cast was off his leg.
A phone started ringing, and Syndrome immediatly reached into his pocket. It wasn't there, and he tried to remember where he had thrown it.
"ahem." Mirage said, reaching into her pocket and pulling his cellphone out of it. Syndrome grabbed it.
"Hello?" He said into the phone, receiving only static. He stuffed it back in his pocket, confused. Then he sighed, remembering Mirage's other power, to make it seem like something was happening, when really nothing was. To create a mirage, hence her name.
"Stop it." He said, going to another box.