Violet slowly reemerged from her once icy slumber to find herself wrapped up in a fleece with a cozy little fire across from her. "Never thought heaven would be a cabin scene.." She mumbled to herself quietly, but she felt in pain.. so she couldn't be dead, right?
Violet slowly sat up to look at her surroundings. A large window revealed the storm, and it had become even more harsh since she was out there. She wrapped the blanket around her further, glad to have the blanket, glad to be by that fire, glad to be inside.
Glad to be ALIVE.
She looked as she heard movement in another room. HER SAVIOR! Oh she'd have to thank him, or her or them! Maybe they had a phone so she could call the NSA and warn them of Syndrome, so she could call her parents.. She wanted more then anything to hear her mothers voice, her dads laugh.. even Dash's taunts and Jack Jack's jokes. She lifted herself off of the couch and stood up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her as she inched towards the sounds which came from her hero. By the sounds of it, it sounded like the person was in a kitchen environment. The sound of running water and pots clanging together echoed in her mind as she wondered when the last time she was in a kitchen.
She stepped onto the wooden floor and kept her eyes on the ground at first, trying to collect herself for the thank you, she shifted on her feet which caused the floor to creak, then silence... Violet took in a breath and closed her eyes. "..It's not.. every day that someone saves my life.. and man you really save me.." She started. "And I just want to say Thank.." She lifted her head to meet her savior's face and her heart skipped a beat.
Syndrome stood, leaning against a stainless silver oven, his arms folded at his chest with a God awful smug grin, which seemed menacing with his robotic eye. But he seemed to be enjoying himself. Violet tensed and growled. "YOU!? What are YOU doing here?!" She asked, outraged, and all Syndrome did was throw his head back in laughter.
"Well your very welcome.. I couldn't just have my favorite little super freeze to death now could I?" He asked in return and he released his arms from his fold and he pressed off of the oven behind him and advanced towards her. "Sure it was cold out.. but hey, your worth it.." He said grinning, recalling he used almost the same line when he re-encountered her father for the first time. Only Violet's expression was more anger then shock.
Violet glared up at him. "That guy said you were gone! And why the heck did you leave in the first place? And where the hell did you hire that one guy from hmm? Do you hire crazy employees just to make yourself seem more sain?" She asked in fury, but he remained calm, allowing her to vent. "..That- That guy.. God damn it Syndrome! Do you know what I almost had to deal with?"
"Yes I do actually.. And Mr. Cooper shall be dealt with appropriately when we return back to my lair.. but as you can see.. that won't be for some time now.." He said pointing to a small kitchen window, which also showed nothing but white.
Violet blinked. It was bad enough that she was rescued, .. if she could call it that at this point, by Syndrome.. But to stay in this cabin with him? "How long will the storm be?" She asked, wanting to start the count down till she could go back to her white room and not look at him any longer.
Syndrome surveyed her for a moment then glanced off to the side. "Two to four days.. give or take what direction the storm takes.."
"Two to four days?! You've got to be joking!"
Syndrome smiled. "..I assure you, Ms. Parr... I don't joke, kid or pull any gags.." He said smirking. Violet frowned.
"I'm leaving. I don't care if I freeze to death! It's better then being trapped in here with you!" She snapped retreating from the kitchen and back into the den. Syndrome followed her.
"Whoa, hold it right there! Your not leaving!" He said marching past her to block her path "You, Missy, are going to stay here, until the storm clears then we are going back to the lair so we can go on with business.. " but Violet wasn't about to agree to any such thing.
"Oh, business, is it?" She asked "Tell me Syndrome.. is it normal business for you randomly step out and come here so you can give your workers a chance to get lucky with your prisoners? Or for you to kiss your prisoners?" She asked then stopped, processing what she said. ".. Wait.. Why did you kiss me?" She asked stamping her foot down onto the wooden floor. Syndrome gave her a dumbfounded look and looked off to the side.
"..I have no idea what your talking about.." he lied.
"Oh yes you do! You kissed me! Don't lie Syndrome.. I think I'd remember something like that!" She snapped which made Syndrome grin.
"Was it that good then?" He asked smug, which earned him a strike across the cheek. Violet, furious with him, glared into his eye(s).
"Not.. What.. I.. Meant" she said, fuming. "I know you did because how could I forget it when you had me locked up in that room? That you are.. who you are.. and me being me.." She said, loosing her place on the argument, giving Syndrome the opportunity to strike back with his own words.
"Oh Gee really Super? Because it seemed to me that you enjoyed my company, because you certainly didn't resist." He growled back, rubbing his now pink cheek. "In fact I recall having to iron the shirt I was wearing that day.. must have been holding on pretty tight.."
Violet frowned at him, her fists, balled up, ready to rip that smirk right off of his face.
"You surprised me.. I was in shock.." She defended herself growling. Syndrome laughed.
"Yeah I know you were.. You almost looked upset when I left you.."
"Only because I didn't hit you when I had the chance!" she snapped at him and Syndrome continued to chuckle.
"Well you got the chance now Super.. do it.. I dare you.." He said, and nearly as soon as the words left his mouth, in came Violet's fist. Syndrome stumbled back, losing his balance but didn't fall down.
He tasted blood. His hand when to his lips then held out his hand to confirm, he was indeed bleeding. He glared at Violet, but his mind went off set immediately seeing that the blanket, no longer covered her, exposing her half naked for to her. He just stared at her like an idiot, which only spiked Violet's anger even more. She grabbed the blanket off of the floor and kept it over her front, hiding herself from him. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it again before wrapping the blanket around her once more and ran into the hallway, out of his view. He heard a door slam and the click of a lock. It was his bedroom door.
Buddy sighed going over and collapsing back into his arm chair, his hands going to his temples.
"..Damn it.." he groaned, displeased with himself. He was a billionaire, had one of the highest IQ's ever recorded and was a upcoming villain, yet he was just as vulnerable to the female form as any other man. And now that girl was in his room, possible on his bed.. But then the door opened again, and he heard Violet's bare feet advance back towards the den, and she made her way in front of him.
She was now wearing one of his black T-shirts, which was practically a night gown on her, and his sweatpants. Lucky for her they had draw strings, but they were still several sizes to large for her. Syndrome looked up at her confused.
"Why are yo-"
"If I'm going to be stuck in this place for a few days.." She started, cutting him off "There is no way I'm going to spend that time running about here half naked." she finished staring at him. Syndrome heaved a heavy sigh and nodded at her explanation.
"Well that's a relief.." Though part of him was a little frustrated he wouldn't get that view again. He got to his feet and brushed past Violet, and moved back into the kitchen, going back to the dinner he was going to prepare, but seeing that Violet was up, he'd have to make dinner for two. "Hope your not allergic to lasagna, cause if you are, tough luck!"
Violet sat at the table in the kitchen, staring at her plate of lasagna. He stomach growled, beckoning to be fed, but Violet resisted it, along with the scent. Across the table Syndrome watched her, strumming his fingers impatiently.
"..Are you gonna eat or what?" he asked disgruntled. "I'm no chef, but it's kinda hard to mess up lasagna." Violet sent a death glare to him.
"How do I know you didn't poison it?" She snapped, which set Syndrome off.
"Woman! If I really wanted you dead.. I would of let you freeze to death out there.. or let those so called 'villains' tear you apart." He muttered before sticking a fork full of lasagna into his mouth. Violet took this into consideration.
"..Well.. maybe you put some date rape drug in it?" She inquired, which sent Syndrome into a coughing fit. He was swallowing his food when she said this and it took him by surprise. He got a hold of himself and gave her a look, cocking his eye brow up.
"Are you serious? You know what fine I did poison it alright? Does that answer make you happy?" He asked as he took the glass of water in front of him and took a sip. Violet shrugged and picked up her fork and stuck it into the pasta before her. She hesitated, but reluctantly took a bite. Her eyes moved up to view Syndrome's expression, but he didn't seem to care. She swallowed and smiled.
"It's pretty good.." She noted. A smile tugged at the edge of Syndrome's mouth.
"So glad I could please you Super." He said, the words caked with sarcasm.
Once the two were finished Syndrome cleared the table, putting the left overs away and the dishes into the sink so he could clean them. Violet sat at the table watching him, every now and again she'd glance at the bracelet which hindered her powers. She wondered if she would be able to find a tool to remove it, but it seemed to be controlled by remote. His gauntlet, which he wasn't wearing. Her eyes lingered off towards the hall which led to his bed room, then back to Syndrome. He seemed rather absorbed with scraping the charred bits of lasagna in the pan in which it was cook from. She slowly snuck out of the kitchen and back into Syndrome's bed room. She scanned the fairly large room. The bed was neglected to be made, it's black and white sheets sprawled across the mattress. There was no need to cheek the dressers, she'd only find his clothes again. She moved over to the closet and opened it up to find that it was a fairly large walk in closet, but what interested her was not the size.. but the contents kept in it.
The closet, reminded her of her father's den. How he had decorated nearly every inch of the room of his achievements as a Super.. Only Syndrome's was built in dedication to his failures. She entered the closet and glanced upon the news paper and magazine articles written on him. 'Worlds Worst Hero, or Villian?', 'Super Genius was a Super Jerk', 'Syndrome: What mental syndrome did he suffer from?' were a few that caught her eye. Continuing along the the wall was a poster of her father, which he had torn at one point, only to tape it back together. Some blue prints here and there of inventions he must of deemed useless, and then there was a something she didn't expect to see. Pictures of Mirage. She remember her vaguely, but she didn't remember her having a relationship with Syndrome. Then again she DID work for him. She picked up a picture of the two. They were on a beach, she assumed they were on Syndrome's island. They both looked so.. happy. Mirage's tan face, blushing as Syndrome kissed her cheek as he took a photo. A few more pictures were tacked on the wall, some of them both, but most of them of just her. Then there was a news paper article on her. She looked closer.
'Billionaire, Kevin Bent, marries Heather Williams' Violet examined the photo and it was indeed Mirage in the wedding gown. She looked stunning in the flowing white gown, and she looked happy here too.. and Kevin seemed like a nice guy, but looks could be deceiving. She returned the beach photo back to it place and looked to the end of the closet where the main event, of this show, hung. In a glass case hung Syndrome's original Super Suit and mask over a manikin. The suit was in tatters and the right half of his mask was gone. 'His right eye.. that explains a bit..' She thought to herself, but the suit was a gruesome site. It looked like it went under a lawn mower, and in a way it did.. just a bigger one that exploded. She moved closer to the case. How the suit was remained intact, was beyond her. How he survived was even more so amazing. Other then his eye.. He seemed perfectly fine. But the suit told another story. It implied that chunks of him were taken out. One of the boots were missing. There was blood stains left on the white 'S'. Violet reached her hand out to touch the case when she was grabbed by her wrist and dragged out of the closet and shoved onto the bed. She winced and looked up to see Syndrome closing the closet door.
"..The museum is closed.." He growled. He didn't want her to see those things, and for obvious reason. Violet stared at him, shaken, slightly because of his sudden appearance but mainly because of the suit.
"Syndrome.. How did you.. that suit.. You should be-"
"Dead?" He asked turning to face her. "Yeah, I know that already.." He grumbled glaring at her. "The miracle of science saved me.. Not any damn Super, not a doctor.. Me. Me, my technology and one loyal employee who managed to pick up what was left of me.." He muttered. Violet looked at him wide eyes. "..So you were.. You were torn up then?" She asked, her voice shaking but Syndrome shook his head.
"If you noticed.. I only have one boot in there.." He started "I managed to kick it off.. Which triggered the explosion.. And that, my dear.. is the result of what happens when your only feet away from a rotating fan as it explodes.." He muttered looking away. You still get sliced and diced only inside of a few seconds of agony then peace you endure blades hacking into you.. burning fragments of metal sering your skin.." He hissed, "And best part of this all? I was saved by something that almost killed me.. I survived the fall because I happened to fall into someones pool.. Do you have any idea what it's like to feel metal burning your flesh, all the while drowning? Your heart picks up, you try to scream but can't.. your lunges give up on you but your brain keeps fighting. Keeps telling you to fight as everything starts shutting down on you.." Violet swallowed. No, she couldn't say what it was like, but she came close to that fate. When they flew on that plane to find her dad. Then those missiles came. If it wasn't for her mother, her and Dash would be dead. First falling out of the sky then ending up in the ocean but they were almost hit by that commercial jet. All those burning pieces of jagged metal. Not once had she wondered how that would have been like until now.
"..Syn- Syndrome?" She asked in a frightened voice. Syndrome glanced back to her.
"What?" He asked, pissed beyond belief. It wasn't exactly the fondest memory to re-live, but then she moved off of the bed and towards him and she wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him in a awkward hug, she had to be on her tippy toes to complete this task. Now Syndrome was taken by surprise.
"Syndrome.. I'm- I'm so sorry you had to deal with that.. I really really am.." She sobbed, burring her face into his shoulder. "You didn't deserve that.. No one deserves that! For the longest time.. I thought you deserved to die.. for hurting all those people.. killing those Heroes, for trying to kidnap Jack but.. You didn't deserve that.." She confessed, growing weak from crying, now almost slipping off him but Buddy had now gently wrapped his arms around Violet, hugging her just above her waist.
Not once could Buddy recall a moment when someone was sorry for him and this incident and here was Violet, Little Miss Incredible, crying on his shoulder, for him. He had caused all that misfortune for her family, he had allowed her to be beaten to a pulp, kidnapped her and made her dead to the world.. and she was sorry for him. He didn't need or want sympathy, in fact that was the last thing he ever wanted!.. but her sympathy.. Feeling her tears seep into his shirt, feeling her around him, hearing those words from her.. He wanted that, needed it. Buddy closed his eyes taking in the whole moment. He couldn't remember the last time he was comforted by a woman, nor did he want to. If given the chance he'd be glad to stay like this for the rest of his life because this.. this was the closest thing to love since Mirage. Suddenly he felt Violet release her hold on him, but he didn't let go, and she didn't budge from her place either, her head still on his chest, no longer crying.
"Syn-.. Buddy?" Came Violets frail voice. Buddy glanced down to her seeing that her eyes were red from crying, tear streaks stained her pale cheeks.
"..Yes?" He asked in the softest tone he could give, as if he spoke any louder it might break her. She shifted on her feet, looking for a answer.
"Would you.. I mean.. Do you think it'd be okay.. If I thanked you again, for saving my life and all?"
"Thank me again? You hardly thanked me the first time and.." but he stopped as he felt Violet lean up to press her lips against his, and her arms returned right back to his shoulders. Buddy didn't hesitate to return his 'thank you' to her.
Lips locked, Buddy's kiss caressing over Violet's, and what luck for him, they were already in his bedroom. Buddy rotated himself and Violet so his back was to the bed. He sat down onto the edge of his mattress, forcing Violet to be positioned onto his lap. One hand remaining on her back, the other roamed up to her chest, resting on her right breast, feeling it thought her, correction, his shirt. Violet's body stiffened at his touch but she didn't back off or away, instead her hands went to the buttons on his shirt, fighting to unbutton them. She managed to get to the fifth button when a voice came over the intercom.
"Erm Syndrome, Sir?" Came a gruff voice. Buddy growled, not wanting to leave Violet's lips.
"What?!" He asked, his voice muffled, but it was loud enough for the man to hear.
"There's a man wanted to speak to you about-"
"Tell him I'm busy!" Snapped Buddy, breaking the kiss from Violet.
"But Sir! He says its very important! He said he bought a invention from you. He didn't specify, but one of your multi purpose weapons and he said it won't stop firing lazers, that the trigger is damaged. Syndrome mentally scolded the voice.
"Just tell him it'll stop eventually!"
"But Sir! He said it's been shooting off rounds for the past two days!" Why didn't he call two days ago then? He groaned in frustration.
"...Tell him.. I'll be right there.." He muttered, his eyes moved to Violet's face. She seemed dazed and confused. Maybe she was thinking that the past few moments were a mistake... He hoped not but thats what it seemed to be. He sighed laying back onto the bed. "Worst. Timing. Ever!" He growled though clenched teeth, which triggered a giggle from Violet. He lifted up his head to look at her. He shook his head and Violet rolled off to his right side, sitting on the bed now, watching him.
"..You should probably go help that guy..." Violet said, her hand going to his.
"..It would be the villain thing not to help him.." Buddy noted, and Violet smiled softly looking at him.
"Well.. He'd be thankful if you helped him.." Buddy chuckled.
"I'd rather you being thankful over this bum.." He said glancing to her, his hand enclosing around hers, his thumb stroking over her hand. Violet smiled looking away.
She must have been crazy.. What other explanation could there be? For her to make out with her, supposed to be deceased, arch nemesis. But.. there was something about him. She couldn't explain what but.. she felt something for him.
"I'd be thankful if you helped him.." She whispered to him. Buddy then got up and sighed.
"Better not keep him waiting then." He said smiling at her, his eyes falling to to her left eye. It was healing quiet nicely, but still bruised. He placed both of his hand under her chin and gently kissed her bruise. "..I'm sorry about this.." He started, and got to his feet, pulling away from her. Buddy offered a smile but left in a sulk.
Violet's eyes followed him out of the room and she collapsed onto the bed grabbing a pillow and brought it too her chest, hugging it tight. Curling up on the bed she smiled gently. He was sorry.. Maybe, maybe he wasn't that bad after all. Maybe.. She closed her eyes and sighed softly. Maybe he could change.. maybe he would let her go back to her family.... Maybe.