Sam woke up in a dim room. He was hanging in the air, held up by steel ball-like vises snapped around his wrists and ankles. The balls were connected to the outside frame with...what were those? They looked like...bolts of energy! But that couldn't be! It wasn't possible! Where am I, thought Sam, and what am I doing here?
He groaned. My head hurts, I'm probably miles from home, and I have no idea where I am. This is just peachy, he thought. Just peachy.
Footsteps sounded from far away. Clack, clack, clack, clack. Coming closer and closer. Sam squinted into the darkness, trying to figure out who the mysterious figure was...
Finally the anonymous foot-stepper came into view. He was a shortish man with wild red hair that stuck straight up. Looks like his head is on fire, thought Sam, grinning mischievously. AN: Meghan, that's for you! ; ) The man also had freckles and blue eyes; he looked like he was at least part Irish. His outfit looked like a supersuit. It was white, black, and blue (AN: I think that's his colors, I haven't seen the movie for a while so I'm not sure! Apologies if it's wrong.) with a big S that spread over the suit's entire front. A black mask (much like Team Dynamo's masks) completed the outfit.
He chuckled evilly. "Well hi," he said. "Bet you're wondering what you're doing here, right?"
Sam nodded. He didn't trust this guy and resolved to keep his guard up.
"You see, I need you for...well, a special project." Head-On-Fire chuckled evilly. "I am SYNDROME! And you part of the bait for my trap."
Sam looked sideways at Syndrome. "Uh, and what trap would that be, dude?"
"My trap for Viomist and The Soaring Ghost, of course! Who did you think, the Easter Bunny?" Syndrome shook his head. "Geez, for a super, you're not very smart."
The teenage super decided to ignore this insult and concentrate on Syndrome's plan. After all, if he managed to escape, the info could be very helpful. "So why do you want to trap them anyway?" he asked curiously.
"So I can control the world!" Syndrome shouted. "And those two girls are the key. You see, if I can capture Aquaguy also and your little girlfriends come to rescue you, I can control them with you two as hostages."
Sam gasped. "So...Aquaguy and I are bait so you can lure the girls here and force them to do your bidding?"
"Exactly." The villain smiled nastily. "And if they refuse to comply - it'll be nighty-night for you two."
"Diabolical." muttered Sam under his breath. "This is so evil."
"Pardonnez moi?" asked Syndrome with a grin.
"Nothing."
"Good. Well, I have to go see to some details. Now you stay right here - oh, you can't really do anything else can you?" His evil laugh filled the room. "Nighty-night. Sweet dreams." The villain shut the door, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts.
"Oh my gosh!" muttered Sam. "My best friend, girlfriend, and her best friend have been sucked into an evil plot, and will probably get killed...and it's all my fault! How could I have been so stupid?" He hung his head and started sobbing quietly. This mess was all his fault. When his friends found out, they would probably all hate him.
Boy, Syndrome's hard to write! Sorry if he's OOC (out of character). I tried to get the right amount of angst in the last paragraph, but I dunno if it's any good. Please review and tell me what you thought! Next chapter coming soon!