Syndrome stood upon a hill, over looking the main road of the hick town he decided to set his new base in. His gaze then turned to see two men, each wearing white pants and jackets, a small black 'S' placed onto their left sleeves.
"It's done sir!" Announced the taller of the two.
Syndrome grinned. "..Good." He said before turning around and picked up a black suit case. "Now we get to play.." Opening the case, inside there were two remote controls, similar looking to RC remote controls. He handed one of them the shorter man and kept the other to himself. Flipping the switch a engine started up in the distance. Both of the lackeys looked at each other in confusion, then shrugging the shorter man flipped the switch on his an even louder engine roared in the distance. They both looked to Syndrome for guidance, shifting in their places uneasily.
Syndrome groaned. "..Idiots.. It a mo-control car.. See?" And he then began to fiddle with the remote, and a taxi began to drive forward, then Syndrome put it in reverse.

The two men looked astonished. And then the man with the controls pressed down on the pad and suddenly a large eighteen wheeler moved towards the taxi. The both looked rather joyful at this. Like kids all over again.
"Let me try Greg!" The taller one demanded.
"Heh, Not on your life Frank!" The other replied, and just like children the two began a tug-o-war for it.
"Would you two quit it! You're gonna-" And then a rather loud explosion went off. Syndrome glanced back to the road and before them was almost a picture perfect crash. The truck tipped over upon the taxi, flames engulfing the vehicles. Syndrome stared at the road before sighing. "Good enough.. Now all we have to do is wait..."
Greg looked at Syndrome and frowned. "Wait? Why do we gotta wait?" He asked, and Frank nodded.
Syndrome slapped his hand over his face and dragged it down. "..Because you idiots.. we need to know they don't get suspisious.. and that they believe it."
Greg and Fran both turned to look at each other. "How will we know that they believe it boss?" Greg asked.
"Yeah?" Inquired Frank.
Syndrome looked at the two then towards the road. Sirens screamed in the distance. "Trust me guys.. You'll know..."

It took them three hours to confirm that the crash was believable. a single helicopter landed on the side of the highway. On the side of the helicopter were the initials NSA. Syndrome was happy to see the aircraft till he saw who stepped out of it. Rick Dicker. Syndromes fists clenched. The bastard who was responsible for freezing millions of dollars on him. Syndrome seriously considered having another explosion go off to take out Rick, but then his eye caught something. And it made him smile. Rick Dicker looked to be on the verge of tears. That guy always kept a straight face! Why was he so upset? He must of seen a dozen dead heroes over his life time at least. Syndrome smiled at his work and looked to his two lackeys only to find that they had both fallen asleep. He gave a growl before giving a swift kick to Franks side. "Get up! We are leaving.." He announced to the two as he turned, his cape fluttering in the wind as he did so.
Frank winced in pain getting to his feet. "Damn Boss.. Why did ya kick me?"
"Because I hit the other ignoranus last time, that's why." Syndrome called back to the two.
Greg blinked getting up and looked to his taller counterpart. "..What does a ignoranus mean?" Fred just shrugged as his reply and the two bounded off after Syndrome.

Back at the Parr household Helen was busy doing the dishes, Jack Jack and Dash were playing some video game, the volume blasting, and Robert sat reading the paper. Yup, a typical Sunday morning. That was until the phone rang.
Helen, stretchering her arm to grab the phone smiled answering it, not bothering to read the Caller ID.
"Parr residence! Helen speaking!" She said cheerfully.
"Helen.. It's Rick." Came the less then pleased voice on the other side. "..Helen, there's been a.. incident.. Violet's dead.."
Helen dropped the phone and fell back only seconds after.

Upon being able to move around again Violet discovered two things. One, she was no longer wearing the clothes she originally came in with, meaning Syndrome had taken her super suit. This also meant that someone had to undress her and re-dress her in the white scrub like uniform. She shivered and looked to her wrist. That was the second thing. Upon her wrist was a bracelet, white like Syndromes gauntlets and a small red blinking light was centered on the bracelets. She found out the hard way, that the bracelet prevented her from using any of her powers. When she had attempted to make a force field she failed and suddenly suffered from a horrible migraine. As if she wasn't in enough pain as it was. Though she had to admit, Syndrome had improved, so far. Suddenly the door slid open and in walked Syndrome, the door closing behind him. She wanted to rip that smug look off of him more then anything at that point.

"So I heard you had a test run with my gadget." Syndrome commented with a grin. "Brilliant isn't it? I watched the videos of what wnet on after I left you and your family to save Metroville and-"
"Which you threatened in the first place.." Violet hissed at him.
Syndrome raised an eyebrow and waved his hand. "That's irrelevant... as I was saying.. I noticed you lovely little force field ability of yours.. why, if it wasn't for you I could of had everything work out for me!" And Violet scoffed.
"If it wasn't for me and my family the entire city would of been destroyed! It's your own fault th-" And then came another wave of painful shocks to her brain, and she fell to her knees, holding her head. Syndrome just laughed leaning over closer to her.
"You should watch your tone Violet.., After all, I'm kinda the one in control here." He said taping onto his gauntlet and then the pain subsided. Violet glared up at Syndrome when she noticed he was holding something. A newspaper. She reached out and ripped the paper right from his hands. He didn't bother trying to get it back. He wanted her to see it.

"..A tragic scene unfolded on route 61... " She read out loud then skimmed the rest of the article, Syndrome chuckled.
"This must be a real change for you huh? I mean Invisi-Girl always makes the front page.. but Violet Parr? I mean come on you must be a little giddy about that right?" He asked and looked at her, when Violet finished she glared up at Syndrome and crunched the paper in her hands.
"You killed two people!" She exclaimed. "How can I be giddy when you killed two innocent lives! What happened to you wanting to be the good guy!? Cause you know your not exactly the model hero! " She said rising to her feet. "Your nothing more then a common criminal!" And Syndrome laughed. He laughed!
"Okay, technically I'm a serial killer.., so what's another two names on my list?" He started off before he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. "And you know what, your right.. I'm not a model hero.. in fact I'm the poster boy for the perfect villain!" He said shoving her back towards the wall. "I mean after your family, the NSA and some of the rats who used to work for me told my story, all you heard about me was not my vallient attempt to save the citizens of Metroville, NO! It was Syndrome was evil, but he's dead, serves him right! Syndrome tried to kidnap a baby, Syndrome was a bad bad man!"
Violet glared holding her side. "Well it's all true.." She muttered and Syndrome nodded in agreement.
"Exactly my point Miss Incredible.., I mean, you know what they say.. If the boot fits.. wear it right?" And he advanced onto her again. Violet shrank under his shadow for a moment but then tried to regain her footing on the situation by straightening herself. He smirked at her. If she was able to use her powers he wouldn't be smiling. "So I threw in the towel for that super work." Said Syndrome. " and I'm taking up that villain position. I mean heck, someone needs to do that job properly.. " He said looking at her and he continued to rant on and on, his words drowning out into a monologue , and Violet shrank away once again, only this time it was because of his eyes. One, piercing pale blue.. the other a hard gray with a bright red dot. It was like something out of some sci-fi horror film, but she didn't dare tell him that. He'd get too much of a kick out of that.. wait.. a kick.. She couldn't use her powers but she still had her personal weapons. Swinging her leg back she kicked, up went her leg and down went Syndrome. She was almost shocked that she got the outcome she was looking for, Syndrome doubled over in pain. She wished she had some witty phrase to throw at him but there was more important things to worry about. Like getting out of here. She took off, and pain surged in her fractured leg, but she didn't care, she could whine about the pain later when she got out and got home.

Violet went to the door and stopped looking around. How did he open it?! She looked back at him and he was slowly starting to recover from the blow. Suddenly she remembered, his gauntlet! She ran back over too him and went to reach for his gauntlet but soon a blue light wrapped all around her. Zero Point Energy. He was functioning again. Syndrome growled staggering to his feet.
"Damn Bi- Ugh.. You are most certainly.. Your fathers kid.. getting me while I'm talking... So very.. rude.."He growled glaring at her before he flung his arm to the side and Violet crashed into the wall. Sliding to the floor Violet curled up in pain and Syndrome stalked over towards her, but he kept his distance now.
"While you writhe in pain maybe you should try to realize that your not gonna escape, not as long as I can help it.." He growled at her and stormed over to the door, it opening before him and closed behind him. Violet did nothing of that sort. Instead she though of the complete opposite. She knew now that even and menacing Syndrome was.. he was still very much human. She'd get out, and if not she'd die trying, not without at least doing some damage to Syndrome of course.

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Syndrome got to his room and ripped off the face mask and tossed it aside. He couldn't believe it. She kicked him! She kicked him below the belt! Wasn't she done with rebelling? Obviously not. Buddy moved to his bed and crashed onto it. He was seriously beginning to regret not killing her for real. His eyes dully moved to look at the clock. It read back as 3:00 PM. How long has she been here? It had been almost two days.. She'd need to eat if she was going to be of any use to him.. and it would be good if she didn't use the medical room as a bathroom... He groaned. "..Computer.. Have someone bring Miss Parr to a holding room and to get her something to eat.."
"As you wish, Syndrome." Came the voice and clicked off again.
Buddy sighed, not bothering to change out of his suit, he was too tired,and too sore to hassle with changing. Instead he just grabbed one of the pillows and rested in under his chin.
"..Maybe I should just invent a giant blender for her.." He smiled at the thought before falling asleep.