A/N: Thanks very much for all of the comments! They help me to write more and at more constant intervals. This is sort of a boring chapter, and sort of short, so I'll update Chapter 5 soon.
Disclaimer:I don't own The Incredibles. A girl can dream though… right? I do own Jem. He's my own character.
Chapter four: Jem
Dash sat on the noisy bus chatting with a few new friends. Once he got off at his stop he turned around expecting to see his older sister come off so he could make fun of her and such. He snickered to himself quietly, "God she's so stupid; she forgot to take the bus!" After the bus was out of sight he ran home not wanting to get wet from the rain.
"I don't even see why I take the bus," he mumbled to himself.
At seven o'clock p.m"Dash, Violet I'm home!" Helen called to her children once she entered her house with JackJack in her arms.
"Hi Mom!" Dash said from behind Helen. She jumped slightly. "Hi honey, where's Violet?"
"I don't know. I think she forgot to take the bus 'cuz she wasn't on it." Dash said as her walked over to the kitchen and opened up the fridge, "When's dinner?" Helen ignored her son's question, "She should be home by now even if she choose to walk home."
"Sure, whatever. She'll be fine," Dash said rummaging through the refrigerator doors, "She is a super after all." Helen set down JackJack in the highchair and went over to the phone.
"Bob? Yeah, hi. Is Violet out on patrol with you?" Helen asked into the phone. She nodded her head a couple of times, "Yeah, I don't know where she is and I drove along the same road home that she should've been walking along. Dash said she missed the bus," She listened to what her husband had to say, "Okay. See ya' home in an hour."
"You father's going to look around the city to see if he can find out where Violet is," Helen said to Dash taking the full ham out of his hands and placing it right back in the fridge again.
"Think just a bit smaller," she said to Dash as she went over to her room. She came back with a small remote control, "I told your father that I'd use the tracking device just in case she brought her super suit with her. She pressed the button. Her calm expression changed into a look only a nervous mother could pull off.
"This can't be good," she mumbled running to get the phone. Dash looked up at his mom as she dialed Bob's number. "Bob, stop searching the city we got a totally different situation on our hands." Dash suddenly appeared next to her in his super suit. Helen looked down at him.
"I'm coming right?" He asked even though it sounded more like a command. Helen looked down at his eager completion and smiled.
Her eyes opened slowly as she looked around the dimly lit room. She was on her stomach with her arms strewn out in front of her giving the impression that she had simply been thrown in the room. After all, she was on the floor. The semi-metallic walls trapped her but she could still make out the outline of a door. A chair and a large mirror occupied the room… but other then that it was empty. A dim light source was coming from the ceiling too. Violet began to push herself up but pain seared through her chest. Her vision began to blur as she fell back onto the hard cold hard ground again.
She didn't know how long she had been out for but when she awoke with a painful kick in the stomach she felt as if she could've slept for several more hours. Pushing herself up she finally stood on her feet. She leaned against a wall and placed a hand on her aching torso, "You could've just asked." She said quietly to herself.
"I heard that," The man who captured her originally said quietly, "However, I'm glad to see that you're awake now." Violet looked up at him slowly. He was standing next to her and was about a foot taller then her own height, which was four feet six inches.
"What do you want from me?" She asked sternly.
"I don't want anything from you actually. The boss doesn't want anything from you either," He scratched his chin, "It's more like what he wants you to be."
"Could I get some names here?" Violet asked impatiently glancing at the door. Unfortunately she had a feeling that she was too weak to get past this guy.
"Names Jem," he replied looking at the door too, "I can't tell you the boss's name, orders…. And don't think about escaping." Violet let go of a frustrated sighed and flinched, her hand clutching at the material on her upper body.
"Wait," she said looking down at what she was wearing from what she could tell it was composed of a white long sleeve t-shirt and black slacks with a pair of shoes. Jem chucked to himself while looking at her expression. Violet opened her mouth but he interrupted, "Don't worry I didn't change your clothing."
"That's not making me feel better… who did?" Violet said her nervousness showing its self in her voice.
"A guard I suppose," he said carelessly.
"Great," Violet mumbled to herself.
"Here," Jem said approaching her pulling out a small cube and pressing a small button on one side. The black box turned into a pair of handcuffs, "I didn't just come in here to socialize." He began to walk towards her as Violet began to walk backwards. She put up her hands and placed a force field around her self. Jem smiled slightly as her force field flickered before it went out. Violet fell over unconscious for a moment before waking up again when she heard the click of the cuffs on her wrists.
"Personally I don't see why I even need to put them on you," Jem was squatting next to her with a look of amusement plastered on his face, "My electric shocks from earlier drained you of too much energy." Violet didn't respond she was occupied with the cuffs. On each of them there was a small white 'S' on each.
"Syndrome?" she mumbled under her breath.
"Ahh, so you do know who he is?" Jem said standing up.