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Chapter two
"Oh god…what a night." Mirage said quietly to herself. "Why is it always me that has the nightmares? I haven't had a good night sleep in weeks. I wish I could just live a normal life, I wish I could forget….." Mirage sat upright on the bed, rubbing her throbbing head. She was getting used to this, waking up feeling like dirt, stepped on and useless. "If I had a dollar for every time I have let my thoughts drift to living a normal life, I would be richer than Syndrome himself." She said aloud. She finally decided to get off of the bed and begin her day. She walked over to her closet and began to search for an outfit. After about ten minutes of rummaging through the closet, she finally deciding on a pair of blue flare-jeans and a simple top, a purple short-sleeve shirt. Walking over to the mirror, she picked up a hairbrush and began to brush her long blonde hair. Anyone who looked at her could see that her hair was beautiful. Platinum-blonde strands that would make any silkworm suicidal with envy.
Putting down the hairbrush, she grabbed her makeup bag. Nothing extravagant though, she had very subtle facial features, so any kind of thick makeup would make her look like a slut, and that was exactly the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted to blend in, to be normal. "Aargh!" she screamed aloud, " There I go again, thinking about my normality! I really need to clear my mind… I need to FORGET!" once again frustrated, she slammed her hand down on the vanity table, not noticing that the nail clippers had fallen out of her bag and, because of the impact, had made contact with the side of her hand. As she yelped in pain, the blood was slowly oozing down her hand. In her rush to stop the bleeding, on her way to the bathroom, she didn't notice her smaller suitcase lying on the ground from the night before. She didn't even attempt to stop, her feet made contact with the suitcase and she fell, barely even holding her hands out to catch her.
"Damn it all! Why do I even bother!" She rolled over on her back and laid on the floor, motionless, eyes shut tight, trying to find a point in living. "What's the use! I have no home, no family, nothing. I am just another body, a useless freaking BODY! I will never again find my purpose in life, and it's all thanks to you Syndrome. You took everything away from me, and I was too stupid to notice. It was the promise of power that drew me to you. You promised me the rank of second in command, but even then I was nothing to you, just another slave, a pawn in you master plan to kill all of the supers. You claimed that you loved me, but I never felt the same, all I could ever feel for you was hatred. You lied to me, and you thought I wouldn't notice, well guess what Syndrome, you were wrong on so many levels. You seemed to have forgotten that I am a super too, you had forgotten what I could do to you. I could've killed you in an instant, and trust me Syndrome, I would have, but a jet turbine beat me to it."
She rolled over onto her side, once again with tears streaming down her face, skeptical that all of these words were coming from her. It was all of the pent-up anger that she was unable to vent on Nomanisan. If she had, her powers would have run rampant, and Syndrome would've killed her out of fear. She chuckled; he really was a coward, a cowardly man hiding behind a façade of machines and expensive paraphernalia. He had no powers of his own, so he invented things. She loathed him; however, she couldn't help but be amazed by his inventions. They were all so intricate, and all of them seemed to bring out the genius in him, his trademark inventions were his rocket boots. These came about as a result of a boyhood fantasy, to fly around like the supers he had become so obsessed with. He had invented them when he was just a boy of eleven, and he had perfected them over time. They now had a very low level of fuel consumption and could fly for long periods of time without needing a refuel. Speaking of fuel She didn't even want to think about the Omnidroid, this robot spelled doom for almost all of the supers, and she was there to help it along "how could I have been so stupid!" she thought. It was because it was an accomplishment, it made her feel like she was somebody, but even then it wasn't right, she knew it was evil, but at the time, she didn't care, she had a purpose…
It was apparent to Mirage that she had dozed off. Ashamed of herself for falling asleep on the floor, she slowly brought herself up to the mirror, brushed her hair, and began to put on makeup once again. Mascara, lip gloss, and foundation. The salt in her tears had dried out the skin on her face very badly, making it crack and split open, mostly right underneath her eyes where the tears fell. The foundation would hide that until it had a chance to heal, if she could keep from crying long enough. Noticing that she was already three hours behind in her travels, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door to the town below.
End note: well, that was chapter two, I hope you all enjoyed it. I apologize for the shortness, but this was kind of a set off to all of the good things that will be happening, and Mrs. Incredible WILL meet mirage in the next chapter, I promise! Thanx for reading !