A/N: Hi. Erm… right. I'm not dead just ill with a cold along with having too much to do and not enough time on my hands. So sorry it took me so long to update a stupid little chapter… right after I said I'd update soon too. Lol. :Dodges flying fruit: I'll get off center stage now and let you peeps continue with your reading.

Disclaimer:

I don't own The Incredibles.

I do own Jem. He's my own character.

Chapter Five: Revenge is the Game

The black handcuffs that hugged her wrists sat in her lap. Violet pulled her wrists apart as far as they could go, "about a foot," she thought to herself logging the information away incase she needed it later. Jem went over and sat down in the chair, his position was relaxed and carefree. While Violet was still slumped in the corner; she'd wanted to cry for a while but held back her tears. Violet also wanted to be back with her family but didn't want them to endanger themselves if they came looking for her. She unconsciously rubbed her neck but recoiled in pain, "Ow! What the…?"

Jem had looked up when he heard her, "What? Don't you remember when I shocked you on your neck?"

"Now that you mention it," she said through gritted teeth, she was really beginning to hate this man. Glancing at the mirror she eyed the red electrical burns on her neck, "So, why do you work for Syndrome anyways?"

Jem glanced at Violet then looked back at the door, "I saw no use for using my powers to help people. Besides…." He paused, "It's not like people give you gratitude or thanks if you lend them a hand anyways. So I basically sold my skills to Syndrome so that he could use them for what ever he wants."

"People do give you thanks," Violet said quietly.

"And you'd know because?" He responded sarcastically.

Violet shrugged, "I dunno'. Whenever my family helps out people they're always gracious and pleased with what we did. Besides why would you want sell yourself? You could just not use your powers."

"I sold by self and my powers to someone with cruel intentions with a reason," Jem said sternly. He stood up suddenly, "I can hear him coming now."

Violet really did want to stand up to make herself look brave but her legs wouldn't permit it. Crouched in the corner with handcuffs on along with clothing that wasn't hers made matters worse. Slowly the door slid open and she saw white boots step in. Soon the same man that she had detested for a long time entered the small room wearing the same costume as before. His hair was still worn in an upright fashion and orange.

"Why hello there," he said smugly she could feel his eyes looking at her but she refused to make eye contact, "Miss me did you Ms. Parr?" Violet said nothing. "Jem, get over here!"

"Yes, sir," he replied in a quiet voice. He stopped when he was next to Syndrome.

"Pick her up for me would you?" he said not looking at Jem. Jem pulled the weak Violet up and positioned himself so that he was behind her. He had to keep his hands on her shoulders to hold her up.

Syndrome placed a gentle hand under her chin pushing her head up so that she had to look at him, "Bet you and your family thought you got rid of me, right? Thought you'd never have to hear my voice again, see my face again, or have to feel the pain that I've inflicted upon you again!" Violet continued to stay quiet. He removed his hand and she let her head fall again, "The first thing that hit me once I realized that my plan had failed was revenge. Originally I was thinking about using your baby brother, JackJack, as bait to get your family to come to me. However… seeing you injury made me realize how much your family cares for you,"

Violet looked up at him, "I'm to be your bait, aren't I?"

"Correct my dear," Syndrome said quietly, "In fact your parents have already used your tracking device on your super suit to track your location."

"What are you planning?" Violet asked.

"What you just said… you're my bait," Syndrome cracked his knuckles, "Revenge is the name of my game."

"And I'm sure you'll enjoy watching them die," Jem whispered into Violets ear. She in turn shuddered.

"Well put, very well put, Jem," Syndrome smirked, "And finally we'll take you down along with all of the others hopeless supers in this cursed world!" There was a pause as Violet eyed Syndrome detesting his every bodily fiber and wishing that she could do something. "Lift her shirt," Syndrome said to Jem calmly.

"Excuse me?" Violet exclaimed protectively. Jem moved a hand away from her shoulder and grabbed hold of the bottom of her shirt. He began to lift but thinking out of anger and ignorance she elbowed Jem in the stomach. She paused for a second realizing the amount of force she used for being so week but soon ran off towards the door not really having a plan. Jem, who had regained his cool composure, shot a wave of electricity at Violet to stop her in her tracks. He withdrew the wave and Syndrome caught her with his immobile ray. Slowly he brought her over and placed her in front of Jem. He stopped the ray and Jem grabbed hold of Violet by the shoulders again.

"Now, now. If you're going to escape first think of a plan, regain your strength and then you may attempt to fulfill your ambitions," Jem smirked as he lifted up her shirt in a swift movement. The tan brace that Edna had made for her was still on her torso along with her white sports bra.

"Perverts," Violet mumbled as she attempted to kick Syndrome as he approached her.

"We're not like that. Don't worry," Syndrome explained dodging her kick. He traced the brace with a finger before unclipping it and taking it off, "You just won't be needing this." Violet stayed still realizing that there was nothing that she could do now. Syndrome held the tan colored fabric in his hands. "Why are their burns on here?"

He eyed Jem who grinned sheepishly, "Guilty." Syndrome looked at Violet's limp form and then at her stomach to see an unorganized display of red electrical burns. Jem let her shirt drop down to its original position and let go of her. She took a step forward to keep herself from falling backwards. All she really wanted to do now was sleep but she tried to stay awake. She needed to hear more information still to formulate a plan. Violet opened her mouth to ask what they were going to do to her parents and brother but fell backwards in a deep sleep. All she remembered was someone catching her before she hit the floor.

She woke up on the floor again and violently flinched as she tried to stand up. Without her brace her old wounds settled again and would begin to cause pain. Using the wall once again she pushed her body into a sitting position. "What am I going to do?" she mumbled to herself, " I can't just wait around here." Violet coughed slightly as she thought to herself silently. Suddenly the door opened and Jem stepped in. He was wearing basically what he was wearing the last times she saw him. The only difference was that he was carrying a dark blue bag on his shoulder. He closed the door behind him and turned around to see Violet.

"I heard you were awake," He walked slowly over to her.

"What do you want?" Violet asked sounding braver then she felt.

"What makes you think I want something?" Jem said reaching into his bag.

A/N: Cliffhanger! :Insert evil laugh here: