Buddy watched Violet's chest rise and fall steadily, each set signaling a BEEP from the monitor. She had put up a better fight then he had expected. Granted she lost horribly, but hell not even Mr. Incredible would make it out of that fight. Hands clasped behind his back Syndrome let out a sigh. "Damage report.." He murmured and a electronic voice came on to answer his demands.
"The subject suffered three broken ribs, all on the left side. Right leg was fractured below the knee cap. Minor injuries include swelling around her left eye, a bloody lip and multiple cuts to the face, and arms.
Buddy nodded, his gaze shifting over to Violet Parr's face. The black eye the computer calculated was already formed. He chuckled softly. Damn she had her ass handed to her, though she didn't go down without a fight. Several of his 'guests' left with their own battle scars and wounds. Someone had their nose broken too.. was it The Zoo Keeper? Maybe it was that mole guy. He couldn't remember and nor did he care to, all of the villains where beginning to get on his nerves. It seemed like none of them had a plan, nothing set up,not so much as a escape route! All they wanted was power, and Power came at a price.. and seeing that Syndrome had the best to offer, all the money for that power went to him. Something caught his eye in the medical room. She moved. Was she already up? He looked closer only to find she twitched in her sleep. "Damn this eye.." He groaned. As brilliant as it was, the mechanical eye didn't miss a thing, and he had soon learned he could be very easily distracted.
Buddy turned on his heels and left the medical room, and ventured into the brightly lit hall ways. Though he cursed his creation for the time being, the mechanical eye was great. He had vision better then a hawk. He could see the fibers of someones clothing, every detail in a painting, to the point where he could tell you what brand of paint was used, and it was because of this eye that he saw Invisi-Girl. Not so much as her but out lines. He was quite amazed that he could see her at all, hell he out right shocked that little miss Incredi-Girl was here at all! But something came up now. Why was she here? Had the NSA discovered that Buddy Pine was still very much alive? No. If they knew that they were more then likely to send in more then just one Super right? After all, he did wipe out nearly all the big names of the original Supers. Gazerbeam, Blitzerman, Hypershock, Universal Man and many more. Dead. And even if they did know, Buddy highly doubted that they would of called upon anyone related to Mr. Incredible. In fact, they most likely wouldn't even of told any of the Incredibles about his survival.
Arriving to his private quarters, Buddy slipped off his shoes and moved to his bed, which was neatly made, no real theme to his room other then high tech and new age. The walls where the same institutional white that was used though out most of his lair, the comforters, pillow cases and silk sheets all black. A black night stand was to the right of his bed, upon it a clock system he designed so naturally it would have some other nifty uses other then a alarm and telling time but announcing problems though out the building if he happened to be sleeping. A dresser, also black on the other side of the room. Sure it was a over all bland but what could he say? He liked to keep things consistent. Sitting down onto the edge of his bed, Buddy ran his hands though his hair. The hard part was over with. He had gotten the super suit and disabled its tracking device so he wouldn't have to worry about anyone from the NSA snooping around, at least not anytime soon. Convincing his guests that he would rid Invisi-Girl had also been quite the task. A large majority of them wanted to grind her to a pulp, some others suggested a ransom, but that was crossed out quickly. Ransoms never ended the way you wanted. But a few, and these few Buddy made a mental note not to invite back again, had suggested things that well.. they certainly weren't thinking with their big heads, that was a fact. It took him nearly half of a hour to convince them all he'd take care of it. That they would hear or read about a accident a few days from now, involving Invisi-Girl. Of course the moment he mentioned that if they did it any other way, it wouldn't be long till any of the Supers found out.
Now here was the thing. Would he kill her? He almost hated having to ask himself that. He would of loved the thought of seeing how well Invisi-Girl would do against a engine. Yet... He had in his possession that could be, maybe, his greatest weapon. And Mr. Incredibles greatest weakness.. Not that Violet's powers were all that useful to him, sure she could hide behind thin air and make shields with her mind.. but she was Mr. Incredibles baby girl. His only daughter. There were so many ways to use her to his advantage! He could brain wash her and make her become a pawn, have her fight for him, or he could always re-enter the world, and use Violet as a shield. Try to stop me and she dies sorta thing. No, that seemed so.. cliche. Like those cartoons he used to love as a kid. The bad guy ALWAYS had a damsel in distress, and that would always be his downfall. Because some hero would always come to her rescue the moment the bad guy let his guard down. Buddy sighed laying down. "I'll have to sleep on this.." He concluded. "Computer, alert me when subject Violet Parr wakes. And gather every bit of information on miss Parr while I sleep..." The computerized voice came on again.
"Will Do, Syndrome." The voice rang and shut off.
Buddy smiled placing his hands behind his head. These next few days would prove to be interesting. Very interesting.
Violet slowly came to, and how she wished she didn't. Her whole body was racked with pain. Opening her eyes she found it hard to open her left eye, and the only thing she could see, if you considered this as 'seeing' was a blinding white light. She groaned closing her eyes again. She wanted to sit up to maybe see where she was but when she moved it felt as if someone was pressing on her ribs. Lock Jaw wasn't lying when he had fists of steel.
"Glad to see your up Invisi-Girl." Came that familiar cocky voice.
Violet turned her head in the direction that the voice came from and opened her eyes once again to see Syndrome. He was no longer wearing that business attire, but his suit. And he didn't even get rid of the cape. And he wore the same exact smug grin.
"Oh please, no need to get up Violet." He started and, if it was possible, his smile seemed to grow wider. "Mind if I call you Violet?" He asked.
Violet growled. "...Yeah, I do mind actually.." She snapped at him, which only made Syndrome chuckle, which annoyed her to a further extent.
Once he had a good laugh Syndrome focused his attention back to Violet. "No need to get feisty.." He teased before he grabbed a stack of papers on a table behind him and brought them in front of him, and cleared his throat.
"Violet Parr graduated fifth in her class at Western View High. Scored a 97 on her history exam, a 94 on her Advanced Biology class a- oh?! Only a 89 on your Math Exam. Tsk Tsk.." He said grinning and pressed on, tossing that sheet aside. "Violet Parr attended Metroville Community College for one semester before dropping out- Guess all that Super work got in the way for school huh?" He asked and continued on. "Violet Parr receives a job at Metroville Hospital as a receptionist- ick, Violet Parr is let go for 'showing up late and taking unscheduled breaks..' " And he laughed. "Oh man, I bet you sure do envy you little brother's powers!" He boomed and shook his head tossing the papers behind him yet still continued as he advanced towards her. "Blood Type O, Birthday February 12, Eldest child of Robert and Helen Parr, Older sister of Dashiell and Jack Parr." He was right above her now, his shadow falling onto her. "And is secretly Invisi-Girl, yet is better know as Incredi-Girl after her dear sweet daddy..." He said grinning at her.
Violet simply glared at him. "Oh yeah, you did your homework, now tell me what stalker academy do you graduate from?" And to Violet's surprised he laughed.
"Oh and she's quick too! Not as fast as her brother obviously.." He said grinning looking at her. "Though if I were you Miss Parr, I'd be a tad nicer.. After all you will be staying here for quite some time.." He advised.
Violet glared at him. If she had laser vision rather then her powers, all that would remain of Syndrome, would be dust. "Oh don't worry Syndrome.. the NSA will be here faster then it takes for you to get your hair into that ridiculous style of yours.." and then Violet felt his hand press down onto her ribs, unable to hold back, she screamed in pain. Buddy leaned in closer to her, pressing down more. "Actually my dear, no they won't." He said chuckling. "In fact.. I don't think they will ever be around this area again!" he claimed before removing his hand. "...Because Violet Parr.. with in the next few hours.. the NSA will be discovering the tragic scene of the crash that killed Ms. Violet Parr. She was driving to the Air Port to return home when she would collide with a oil tanker.." He recited to her, and Violet's eyes widened.
"..No, You won't get away with this! They WILL catch you!" She nearly screamed, only it hurt to raise her voice. Buddy sighed.
"Oh don't throw such a fit.. I'm not going to really kill you, at least not yet.. you may come in use.." He said shrugging. "Anyway, I should head out.. Got a death to fake and all.." He said and turned away from her.
Violet glared after him. "They will find out you know, they will. And when they do they'll-" But she was cut off as Syndrome turned back to her.
"They'll what!? Hmm? If you haven't noticed kid I've been alive seven years AFTER my date of death... If they haven't discovered my existence yet I doubt they will look much into your death kid.." He said glaring at her before he turned his back to her once again. "Sleep well Miss Parr, because the next time you wake, you'll be considered dead to the world.. Just like me.." He mocked before turning off the lights in the room, leaving Violet in complete darkness.
Violet wanted to scream. She wanted to tell her family she needed help. To tell them Syndrome was still out and about. To demand to know why the NSA didn't pick up on this before her. She wanted to break every bone in Syndrome's body. Kill him even. After all, he was supposed to be dead. But she could do none of these things.. And that's when she felt more helpless then she had ever before in her life... and she wanted to cry, that she could do, and she did. She cried her heart out and eventually cried herself to sleep....
Any way Chapter 2, Not quite sure if people will even read this but I was told to put the fan fic on here opposed to DeviantArt.
comment please? I'd like to know what I could improve on and what not. I already wrote up to Chapter 6 but I'm not sure if I'll continue..