Soon after Violet's little 'incident' with Syndrome, she was taken out of the medical room and lead to a nicer room, equipped with a bed, a bathroom with even a shower, some a dresser but it had the same exact outfits, and what surprised her the most was the T.V. She did try to escape while being transported but the guy who took her to the room was really big and really fast, and after her second attempt to run away this guy decided to just carry her the rest of the way. She moved to the bed and sat down looking at the man who took her. "...Umm.." She said simply trying to break the awkward silence but in doing that she succeeded by having the guy leave. The moment he did the door closed. She would have to try figuring out what made the doors open for the workers now. Maybe she'd be able to knock someone out and then run away because it was clear it would be hard to get at Syndrome again. After taking care of some needed business as well as a much needed shower Violet went to the bed and with the remote she turned on the T.V and she began to flick though the channels. He must of had a million and one channels! Alright, maybe not THAT much but still. Violet wondered how much the cable bill was, but remembering it was Syndrome after all he must of hacked into some system and stole the channels. While watching some foreign soap opera, the door slid open again and in came two young men, both dressed in Syndrome's matching worker uniforms and black goggles. The taller of the two, which Violet mentally dubbed as a Dash look alike due to his blond hair, and lanky form, while the shorter one was average built with dark hair. It took her a moment to realize that the shorter man was holding a tray of food. And that's when she also realized how devastatingly hungry she was. They both smile at her and walking over to her and the man with the tray held it out to her.
"Here you go!" He said in a surprisingly cheerful voice. Violet was almost suspicious about the food, but she couldn't remember the last time she ate. Looking at the tray there was a bottle of water, a red delicious apple, what Violet assumed to be a turkey sandwich and.. crumbs? The shorter man noticed the crumbs at almost the same instant Violet did. He immediately looked up to his taller counterpart.
"Frankie! Did you eat the cookie?!" He demanded.
The man looked down at the tray then to his accuser. "No Greg..Honest.." A smile then broke out. "Okay I did.." He said grinning. The man, Greg, then frowned.
"Well don't just stand there! Go get her another one!" He ordered and Frankie just nodded and ran out. The door opening and closing behind him. Greg sighed. "..You got to forgive him.. I think he was dropped on his head as a kid..." Greg continued.
Violet couldn't help but smile, and took the tray setting it onto her lap. "..It's alright, really.." She whispered as she picked up the sandwich and confirmed it was indeed a turkey sandwich with American cheese, lettuce and some mayo.
Greg nodded. "He's kinda dumb but he's a nice guy really!" He continued to defend his friend even after she forgave the childish act. Violet swallowed another bite and looked up at Greg.
"..Well if you guys are so nice, then why are you working here? For Syndrome? You know..Big pineapple-headed jerk?" She asked and it took no time for Greg to reply.
"Well it's a job, and those are hard to come by.. and I don't gotta do a whole lot either.. good pay and.. we get these cool uniforms!" He said smiling as he modeled the outfit for her which made her laugh. Soon after Frankie came running back in with not one cookie, but a entire jar of them, and he continually ate them one by one. Frankie went over to her and handed her a chocolate chip cookie.
"Here you go!" He said with a mouth full of cookies. Violet smiled taking it from him and placed it onto her tray.
"Thanks Frankie.." She said smiling. Frankie nodded smiling before stopping and looked to Greg and gave him a cookie filled grin, which caused Greg to outburst laughing, then that sent Frankie off and unable to control herself Violet joined in the laughter.
Buddy sighed heading for the room Violet was in. He disposed of his disguise costume and had changed into something much more casual. A white button up shirt with black slacks, black dress shoes but he kept the white gauntlets on. Arriving in front of Violets room he was met by the sound of her laughter. He assumed she was watching T.V but he was met with an entirely different scenario. Opening the door his jaw nearly dropped seeing two of his men dancing about in the room. Square dancing! It was the two from before, George and Fred? No Greg and Frankie were their names. God, why did he hire them? And was the tall one holding a jar of cookies? Yes. Yes he was. The shenanigans quickly came to a halt once they noticed Buddy. The two boys froze seeing Buddy, and Buddy thought he heard Violet gasp. Buddy growled pointing out the door. "You two, Scram, NOW!" He ordered and the two went into a military salute and nodded.
"Yes Sir!" The both yelled before dashing out of the room, with the cookies. Once the door was sealed closed Buddy turned his attention to Violet who simply stared at him. She was beginning to heal up a bit. The swelling around her eye had gone down, but she still looked a bit of a mess.
"Feeling better?" She asked in a mocking tone.
"Better then your looking." He retaliated back at her as he folded his arms. "But now, I have some questions for you.. now either you can answer them without any problems or you can mess this all up make my life hell and I'll squeeze the info out of you."
"I'll take the second choice thanks.." Violet replied glaring at Buddy now. He groaned.
"Of course you will.. " He then propped himself against the wall opposite from the bed Violet sat on. "..Why were you sent here?" He started his interrogation.
"Because I wanted to go for a hike." She said in a sarcastic tone. Buddy rubbed his temples. He would never be able to be a cop, he didn't have patience for this sort of stuff.
"Come on Violet.. Be a doll, just give it up would ya?" He asked looking at her, and man if looks could kill, Violet would be a modern day Hercules with that!
"Not on your life Syndrome! " She spat at him. Buddy shook his head.
"Seriously kid! I mean why bother defending the NSA?! I can always find out some other way.. Besides, do you really think the NSA or any one in their would stick their neck out for you?" He asked glancing at her. "I mean you must have some hard feelings against them too.. if it wasn't for them you wouldn't be here would you?" He asked looking at her. Violet glared.
"If it wasn't for YOU I could be back home now!" She screamed at him. Buddy cracked a smile.
"..Ahh.. so your mission wasn't about me then.. They don't know know that I'm here..." Violet's face went pale, then flared again.
"I never said that! " She shouted. "In fact they most likely saw though your plan and-"
"Then why did Rick look so upset?" He asked.
Violet blinked. "...Upset?" She asked. Buddy smirked. 'Got you now..'
"Oh yeah.. I was waiting for the water works to go off., but eh.." He smirked looking at her. "Hell maybe he cried after I left. He must of regretted sending you out here for.. whatever it was.." He said shrugging. Violet looked at Buddy in shock.
"I- I don't know.." She whispered and she brought her knees to her chest. If Rick believed she was dead.. then.. she in reality, really was dead. There would be no rescue mission. No search parties... Her eyes moved to Buddy and then down. "It was just supposed to be a scouting out the area.. there was a..tip that some villains were plotting a attack or something.." She said looking down. Buddy grinned looking at her.
"...So they didn't even really know then.. Good.." He said pushing off of the wall and walked towards her, stopping so he was out of her reach. "Now.. let's talk about your family.. Where are they?" He inquired. This time he knew Violet wouldn't give in. She glared at him.
"Don't you have some pretend play time to do?" She hissed. Buddy smiled. He was getting on her nerves. How could he not?
"Really Violet? Must you insist to keep fighting? Don't you want to see you mom and dad.. those..darling brothers of yours.." He pressed on. But no reply came now. She kept her gaze at the door. He sighed placing his hands onto her hip. "Violet.. your family would be happier to find out your alive even if I bring them here. I mean your dad can't get to mad at you.. I mean you forgave him for all the times he wronged you and your family right!? All those nights running around to relive his glory days.. and all those times he got you guys relocated.." But once again she was silent now. He sighed. "Violet, no one will be upset with you.. you'd be on the right track.. I mean last time you guys were all together you defeated me right?! Who says it won't happen again?!" 'Give her hope and then she'll come crashing down' he thought. He waited for her reply. Moments passed and nothing. He frowned. "..Well?" He asked. Violet slowly lifted her gaze then looked down again.
"Just leave me alone.." She murmured and laid down onto the bed facing away from him. Buddy sighed.
"Whatever Super.." Buddy scoffed and headed. "I'll be back later maybe then you'll talk this out." He said as the door slid open, but Violet started up again.
"My dad wasn't the only one to get us relocated.." Came the broken voice. Buddy stopped and turned to face her again.
"..What?" He asked confused. Violet sat back up and moved her raven hair from her face to look at him. Her dark blue eyes gazing up at him, not glaring for once.
"..When I was younger.." She started trying to find her place. "Like I don't know.. five maybe? I was invited to this girls birthday party.. I don't even remember her name.." She whispered looking down. "Anyway.. I- We were all going to play hide and go seek... like normal kids.." She whispered as her hands went to her head. "But of course I wasn't normal.. and I really had that message nailed to me that day.." Buddy eyed her wondering where she was going with this. He moved closer towards the bed so he could hear her better. Noticing that Buddy wasn't going to speak, Violet continued.
"See.. my mom and dad always told me to be true to myself, never be ashamed of who you are, be all you can be mumbo jumbo. Buddy nodded recalling Mr. Incredible telling that to all the other kids in the fan club. Violet choked up. "But when I showed everyone the real me.. the reason why I was such a good hider.. they all just.. laughed at me and called me a freak.." She whispered curling up tighter. Buddy was shocked. Why was she telling her this? And why did he suddenly feel that he cared. He had similar cases but.. Not like that.
"Kids can be cruel you know.." He said trying to comfort her and she nodded behind her hair.
"I know.. its just that.. you know, some of the parents saw me you know.. come out of thin air.. and me and my family were sent to live somewhere else.." She whispered. "I would of never gotten over it though I think if.., call me crazy but if it wasn't for you.. I don't know if I would of ever been proud to call myself a Super.." She whispered before looking up at Syndrome. Syndrome was speechless. Was she implying that she wanted to be.. normal? Why would she ever want that? All he wanted as a kid was to be a Super!
"So I guess in a way.. I should be thanking you.." Violet said softly looking at him Buddy blinked at this.
"..You want.. to thank me.. ?" He asked confused. "Ten minutes ago it seemed like you wanted to rip my head off and now you want to thank me?" He asked in disbelief. Violet nodded slowly.
"Well yeah I guess.." She said shifting uneasily. Buddy sighed looking at her. Was she for real? Maybe he put the shock level too high.. "..I mean Syndrome, it kills me to say it.. in a way you changed the world, and my life." she continued. "If you hadn't done what you did.. I don't even want to know what my home life would have been.." she said looking back up at Buddy. He was right in front of her now. "So yeah.. I guess a part of me is willing to thank you, and to even forgive you.."
"You really want to thank me?" Buddy asked leaning in closer. Violet nodded.
"Yeah, at least part of me does, the other half is telling me I should just beat the living he-" And she was cut off in mid sentence. Buddy's lips pressed firmly against hers. Violet was to shocked at the action to react. Her hands found their way to his chest, but did she push him away or wrap her arms around him. Either out of anger or pleasure Violet did neither of the two and gripped onto his shirt. Noticing this Buddy moved his hands and placed them onto her hips he was prepared to deepen the kiss when he was brought back to the real world thanks to the damn computer.
"Syndrome, a Mister Veto, is on the line wishing to speak to you about your services." rang that annoying simulated voice. Buddy was forced to break the kiss, and not wanting hang around for Violet to question him, he rushed out of the room, leaving Violet in a semi paralyzed state.
Violet's fingers went to her lips in shock. He kissed her. Why? She didn't fight back. Why?! She could of had his gauntlet and been out of here! She wasn't sure who she more angry at; Syndrome for kissing her, or herself for not hitting him, kicking him or.. anything else would have been better then clinging to him like that! She cursed at herself and grabbed the pillow on the bed and chucked it at the wall opposite from her, slamming into the wall it simply fell down with a gentle 'plop' which pissed her off even more cause now she had to retrieve the pillow. She let out a disgruntled scream.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She yelled at herself as she flung herself onto the bed and began to beat the mattress with her fists, partially wishing it was Syndrome she was hitting.
"He's just trying to throw you off Vi!" She told herself, but she wasn't even really sure if she believed that. Why else would he kiss her? Her hands gripped at the white sheets. Why didn't she kick him again? Why didn't she shove him off? ...Why did she partly enjoy it? 'You took psychology Violet, you know why, it's interaction, you couldn't help it!' She thought to herself defensively. But couldn't she of? That wasn't the first time a guy made a move on her. Every other time she always managed to put the guy right back into his place.. Violet sighed and turned her head to view the pillow on the floor. She rolled herself out of the bed and dragged herself over across the room and picked up the pillow before hugging it.
"Stupid pineapple-headed jerk.." She muttered into the pillow and she moved back to the bed. Climbing back onto it she placed herself so her back was propped up against the wall, and she brought her knees back to her chest as she continued to hug the pillow analyzing the situation. She was held captive by a mad scientist, dead to the world, unable to use her powers. Yeah she was at a disadvantage.. Big time. Violet closed her eyes and buried her face into the pillow. And Syndrome's disadvantage.. how could a 'dead' man have any? He knew almost everything about her back round, he was playing on his turf.. sure he had some unreliable workers.. could she maybe convince them to get her out? It would be worth a shot. She sighed raising her head and hit it against the wall behind her. Next time she saw him though, she'd be sure to be the one asking questions first..