Violet stared at the door for hours, waiting upon Syndrome's return, the remote to the TV clutched in her hand. She couldn't wait till he walked in, that dumb smirk on his face then WHAM, he'd have it.

However after dinner arrived from Frankie and Greg she realized he wouldn't be back in. And once she realized that she noted that he might be away longer.. and now might be the time to escape. Course not tonight, Frankie and Greg were to entertaining for her to run out now, let alone make an escape plan.

After the two left, Violet, began to plan. Would she break out at breakfast time? No.. people tend to be more alert thanks to their coffee.. Lunch time sounded better. She planned that at lunch time, when the two brought her lunch, she would lure one of them, or both, to the door so it would automatically open.

She was sure she could out run them, even with her bad leg. Having to chase Dash around must of paid off a bit. Besides, chances were those two loons wouldn't know what happened till.. Till Syndrome fired them, or worse. Violet groaned slamming her head against the wall. Those two didn't deserve anything bad.. they were only a couple kids who weren't college material. They weren't bad guys.. They were funny and sweet.. Violet shook her head. She could sympathize later, after she escaped.

She put the escape off for the first day because it turned out to be Frankie's birthday, and they were too happy for her to run out that day, and since he turned 21, she didn't feel up to escaping on the second day from having nearly four beers the night before. She cursed her weight for letting her be so easily intoxicated. She decided it would be the next day. She didn't care if one of them invited her to a engagement party or if they got her a puppy or anything! It was a miracle that Syndrome hadn't visited her yet. She might not be so lucky tomorrow.

Breakfast came at eight, lunch would come at noon. To kill the time she watched movies featuring Bruce Lee, hoping maybe she'd be able to pull a move on a guard or Syndrome is she happened to make a wrong turn. However lunch wasn't served for her.. and Greg nor Frankie showed up. And neither did Syndrome.

Instead it was a single guy, dressed in the same ridiculous outfit that Syndrome had all his lackeys in, only he had a bar of handcuffs. Violet rolled her eyes.

"Oh let me guess... His majesty is too busy to send me down lunch or to see me so he sent you to drag me up to him?" She asked mockingly, but the guy only shook his head.

"Nah, babe! The Boss Man checked out sometime last night.. Off to his 'Getaway', so you and me got quiet some time before we have to worry about him trudging around or.. heh.. walking in on us.."

Violet blinked. Was he serious? Judging by the fact he was already tossing aside his goggles she figured, yeah, he was for real. She stiffened and looked down trying to get back to her plan. What plan? It was ruined now! She looked up and then faked a smile. Maybe a bit of high school drama club would do her some good?

"Oh.. Well in that case, Those cuffs aren't necessary.." She cooed softly to the man getting up from the bed and advanced towards him, trying desperately to keep her legs from shaking. The man smirked.

"..Oh? Well it just so happens that I want these.." He said holding up the cuffs, jingling them, his dark eyes shinning with satisfaction. Violet froze, only a few feet from him now, till he advanced towards her.

"So what do you say you put these on my like a good bitch and maybe I'll go easy on you.."

Violet stared at the silver cuffs for a moment, which seemed like an eternity to her. Syndrome wouldn't storm in to fire the guy.. and Greg and Frankie must have been busy with some other ridiculous job.. so it was up to her. Violet's eyes rose to meet the man's. She smiled. It worked on Syndrome, and obviously the person in front of her was a guy so...

Her knee met his groin in a swift movement and the man toppled down to the floor. He groaned in pain as Violet dragged him closer and closer to the door until it slid open for her. She smiled kissing the man's cheek.

"Thanks!"

"...Fucking Bitch..." Was his reply to her and Violet dashed out of the room and towards freedom.

Buddy sighed looking out of the window of his cabin. He dreadfully missed his island but for him to by another island would certainly set off some radars for the NSA. He took a sip of his coffee and moved back over to the fire place. The storm had come a day earlier expect. He had some of the most technological equipment money could buy yet it was still impossible to predict the weather. His eyes roamed back to the window. All he could see was white.

He set his cup onto a table and fell into a large leather arm chair. He took a book off from the table beside him. '1984' By George Orwell. The plot of the book had always amazed him. Only the government could be so twisted. He was amazed that some politician didn't turn out to be a villain, however Veto was borderline politics. He cracked open the book when shaky voice came over the monitor he had installed for his people to contact him.

"S-sir? There's.. There's been an incident.." Came a familiar voice. Maybe one of his higher up workers?

"It's about the girl.."Came the voice again.

"What about her?" Buddy asked placing the book back into his lap, really unconcerned, as he took the cup of coffee in his hand once again.

"Well.. She.. Kinda .. Escaped.." Came the shaken voice again, and those words caused Buddy Pine to snap for a second.

"WHAT?!?!" Buddy roared jumping to his feet, the hardcover book flung to the floor with a 'thump'. He could almost hear the man on the other line flinch.

"Sorry sir.. but Ethan Cooper.. Your Network Engineer.. He well.. On the tapes he may of tried to erm... 'examine' her?" Buddy blinked as he picked up mistreated book only to toss it onto the chair.

"Whoa, Whoa, WHOA! Are you telling me.. that- that Erin tried to get.. 'BIZZAY' with 'MY' Super?" He asked fuming.

"That's Ethan sir, and yes.. pretty much.. But Sir.. she escaped the facility.." Came the voice, not quite as shaken now. Buddy's eyes roamed back over to window which displayed the harsh storm in HD. He cursed under his breath.

Of all the days to make a break out.. He went for the door, grabbing a pair of snow boots and the heaviest coat he had.

"Lock up Mr. Cooper, I'll deal with him when I get back.. I'm going to find Ms. Parr." He growled.

"But sir, I can dispatch a-"

"Oh no! I realize now I can't trust anyone but myself.. One of them will surely fuck this up some how." Buddy snapped as he pulled on the coat.

"I'll alert you when I return with the super.." He muttered before walking out, slamming the cabin door behind him.

Violet wrapped her arms around her, shivering. 'Why didn't I steal that pricks boots?' She thought bitterly to herself. Here she was walking in the middle of a blizzard, barefoot, wearing what felt like nurse scrubs, and she didn't have the slightest clue where she was going.

"I just have to get away from here..." She told herself. She didn't care where she'd end up, but she couldn't end up there.. no.

Syndrome would surely kill her. No! He was gone. He wouldn't be around.. but if she was returned back to her cell.. that guy might. She shivered.

It was impossible to tell how long or far she walked. She couldn't see anything past her hand length., she couldn't even see where the ground started apart from the sky, just bleak white. She continued her trek, she only wanted to put more space between her and Syndrome's lair. The farther she was from there, the closer she was to home.
…..Home.

Violet stopped. What home? She was dead.. Or at least her identity was. Syndrome said it himself. She was dead to the world. She shook her head. No she had to keep fighting, keep going. She moved but instead of finding snow beneath her she slipped and tumbled down a steep hill.

She laid at the bottom in a crumpled mess. She almost wanted to scream in agony, but didn't have the strength too. She was giving up. Sure she lost.. But Syndrome wouldn't win either. That's all that mattered.

She curled into a tight ball and closed her eyes. She tried.. and she beat Syndrome once again only now there was no happy family reunion..

"Mom, Dad... Dash.. Jack-Jack.." She whispered, her voice frail and hoarse from the cold. "Forgive me.." She pleaded effortlessly before she drifted into a ice cold slumber...

Buddy glanced down at his gauntlet. What possessed him to place a tracking device into the bracelet Violet wore to maintain her powers, he did not know, but he was more then pleased with himself, however something worried him.
That red dot which represented Ms. Parr was no longer moving. He picked up his pace.

'Don't you dare give in Miss Incredible..' He thought bitterly to himself. 'Don't you DARE!' He hissed, as if she could hear him.

He froze suddenly. She was only feet away. He looked around and saw nothing at first. She was wearing all white..'Great. Black hair.. Look for her hair..' He told himself as he scanned around him when he saw her. Her skin, nearly as pale as the snow covering her, only she had a tint of blue.

He rushed over to her, kneeling beside her he checked her wrist for a pulse. There was one, but very faint. He sighed with relief and scooped her up into his arms and stood up, heading back to his cabin. She mumbled something which he couldn't make out. He'd have to look into making bionical ears.

Upon arriving back to his cabin, Buddy wasted no time to try to bring Violet to normal vitals. He laid her down onto the white leather couch by the fire place. Next was to get her out of her damp clothing. Stripping her down to her undergarments, he saw nothing sexual in it, it was survival. If she remained in those clothes it could only lead to further trouble. He fled back to the bed room of the cabin and grabbed the spare blanket in the closet, and went back to Violet, wrapping the blanket around her pale sleeping form. He began to ease down a bit more..

He slumped down into the black chair and stared at Violet's sleeping blue form, and a quote popped into his head.

Violet! Your turning Violet!'

A small grin formed on his lips but it soon faded. The girl had escaped and ran away even with the deadly storm. Either out of stupidity.. or defiance to give in, and seeing that she was indeed Mr. Incredible's daughter, both of those were equally a good possibility.

His gaze turned to the fire. She was safe.. at the moment. If he lost her, everything would have been ruined. He had finally figured out how he would use Violet in his play of his revenge... He'd arrive at the funeral with a brain washed Violet and-

"AaChoo!"

Buddy jumped at the sound and whipped his head over to Violet and sighed shaking his head.

"Calm down Buddy.. It's just the kid.." He muttered as he looked back to her. Was she really a kid?

Could a kid escape from his fortress? He'd like to think no... So no, she wasn't a kid. And kids could be punished for running away.. But he couldn't blame her. How the hell could he? For One; she was a prisoner.. but she was also put in danger by someone other then her captor..

Buddy clenched his jaw. He nearly forgot that his plans would have been thrown away because of one of his workers. For what? Some action? It disgusted him. Sure, he understood, he had urges, but to for his worker to try to throw himself on Violet was-

Was what he had done.

'No! I kissed her, this prick meant rape' he noted in his defense.

He glanced back to Violet briefly and sighed closing his eyes. It was no use. He wasn't just 'some guy'. He was her father's arch nemesis, maybe even hers now, he tried to kill her and members of her family on more then one occasion..

He opened his eyes. What the hell did it matter? She'd end up just a pawn anyway..

His beautiful, slender, Raven haired pawn..

He cursed in frustration and got to his feet and retreated to his bed room, hoping to sleep off his frustration, but in the end he only ended lying in his bed staring at the ceiling, his thoughts trying to rid the beautiful and violent raven from his mind.