Violet wasn't sure how it happened, she had no idea what went wrong, but she never had a chance. She only realized this when she awoke on a operation table.
Of course the rooms were bugged, she should of known that, but she never saw this result.
Buddy stood before her in a daze. His eyes nearly white, except for his pupils, tiny black dots, swimming in a pool of white. She wondered what had happened to his mechanical eye, but she had bigger questions.
Was he drugged, or mind control? Violet hadn't a clue.. But now he was Veto's lacky. His monkey, doing everything Veto ordered him to do.
"Buddy please-" Violet begged as she pulled at her restraints.
"It's Syndrome for the last time, Super." He snapped. He wore his suite now.
"...What did you do to him?" Violet asked, pained. Hours ago he spoke to her though that damn wall that kept her from his arms with a tone of kindness and compassion, but now-
Now he was Syndrome. Arch Nemesis of The Incredibles. Killer of countless Supers.
Veto chuckled moving to her side, his hand lifting up her chin. "Well my dear.. I heard of your planning, so I got to my own planning. Originally I was going to just have Mr. Pine watch but-"
"Veto! How many times do I have to tell you?! It's Syndrome! Not Buddy, not Pine or Mr. Pine Syn-Drome. Got it?" Syndrome growled which only caused Veto to roll his eyes.
"My deepest apologies Syndrome.." He muttered and Syndrome went right back to inspecting the tools.
"Anyway as I was saying, he was going to watch, but I thought to myself, what would be more rewarding.. to do all the work myself as he howled away with death threats or for me to put him in a hypnotic state and have him preform the operations! I hope he remembers it when the state wears off, but if not, well I can always show him the tapes!" he beamed at Violet now. "..Isn't the human brain fascinating?! To be able to calculate and solve problems, learn languages, but say a few words with a pocket watch swinging and it just.. snaps.. of course medication helps the process."
Violet's eyes looked to Buddy. Her life ending by his hands? She had once envisioned that scenario very well, but now? Tears threatened to break as she thought of his reaction. "...You're a monster Veto.." She whispered softly. Vigo smirked softly at the comment.
".. I know my dear, I know.." He said as he moved aside. "Oh Syndrome! Are you nearly ready?" He asked and Syndrome turned to face the two, grinning statisticaly.
"Oh I look forward to this." he said as he swiftly moved to Violet's side again, inspecting her. "..I can't wait to see her insides.. You are pretty, but I bet you aren't so pretty on the inside."
Veto chuckled at the comment as Violet pulled herself away.
"..Buddy please, listen to me!" She begged, her eyes wide with fear.
"Bud-... Syndrome. Now I am going to take you though this step by step.. normally we would sedate the indivdual before harvesting anything from the subject, but she is in no condition to give us a issue so we shall move on to the operation portion. I considered on taking the bone marrow, but that can wait another day. Today we will start with her kidney."
"What about her heart?" Syndrome asked, which even shocked Veto.
"...Well... that we can do last I suppose-"
"Buddy, you already have my heart!" Violet cried out, tears breaking free now. "Buddy please don't do this! Please!"
"Oh please! Help me! Help me!" Syndrome mocked and chuckled as he picked up the scalpel. "..I think it's time to get... Bizzay.." He said with a grin.
His free hand slowly lifting up her shirt to expose her mid drift. Violet's eyes squeezed shut. Trying to put herself anywhere other than here. At home, in the NSA HQ, Buddy's cabin. But none of these places came to her once the pain hit as he broke the skin and dug into her flesh. She released a scream of pure agony, but Syndrome continued to make work of her, working though the bloody mess.
Veto smirked as he made his way over to Violet's side once more, sure to not get in Syndrome's way.
"He isn't very good at this.. is he?" He asked with a smile and shrugged. "...That's okay though... I really don't need all that much from you anyway.. blood samples will do, just to see the mutations.. Maybe a brain sample.. This is just all really for.. fun." He whispered, close enough to smell the salt in Violet's tears.
Syndrome pulled the scalpel out and frowned seeing the blood pool over Violet's pale skin. "...I think I did this wrong.."
"Oh no Syndrome! You are doing great, why not try to find her ovaries now?"
Syndrome opened his mouth, but before words could form, the north wall of the room was demolish, ruble flying in every which way. Violet was in too much pain to make sense of anything, and Veto was just in shock. The only one who could face the issue was Syndrome, who chuckled softly. He didn't even look over.
"Well Mr. Incredible.. Looks like you are late again.." He said with a laugh.
This brought Violet into the picture. Her eyes found her father.
"Dad! Wait!" She cried, but her father paid Violet no mind now. His focus was on Syndrome. With her blood on him, rage coursed though him.
"You liar! I knew you couldn't be trusted!" He roared in anger before he threw himself upon the hyponotized man, giving Veto the perfect escape route, ducking as he ran out. Dash, Jack Jack and her mother not even noticing him as they came upon the scene.
"Dash! Find me a first aid kit, now!" She shouted to her eldest son, but for the first time in his life the boy was in a stand still seeing his sister covered in blood.
"Dashall NOW!" Their mother roared and he kicked into high gear seaching the room.
"Mom- Buddy he-"
"Shhh Vi- I know, it was a trick I should of-"
"No mom, listen!" She shouted though her voice meek as ever. "He isn't himself! Veto, he drugged him or something!" She shouted as her mother put pressure on the wound.
Helen's gaze shifted to Bob and Buddy now. Buddy didn't stand a chance without his gauntlet on. Bob, delivering blow after blow to the red head.
"Robert! Stop! He isn't responsible!" She shouted to her husband who stopped looking over his shoulder.
"What do you mean he isn't responsible?! He has her blood all over him!" He shouted back.
"Dad, Veto- he's getting away.." Violet whispered slipping out of her concious state.
Helen cursed under her breath and looked to Dash who handed her the first aid kit.
"Dash, new game plan. You remember what Dr. Veto looks like?" Dash quickly nodded. "Good, go find him. Don't get to close, just keep track of where he goes. Do you understand?!"
"Find the Veto guy, don't let him see me, surveillance only. Got it!" He shouted before he sped off in search of Veto.
Bob pulled himself away from Syndrome to Violet's side after confirming that he wouldn't get up again.
"..Dad is Buddy-"
"Dead? No no no, sweetheart.." He whispered petting her hair. "..How are you though?" He asked with a sad smile.
Violet smiled back. "... I'm.. in pain, but.. I'm also kind of tired." She whispered back.
"Violet, stay awake." Helen ordered firmly as Violet's eye lids grew heavier. "Don't you dare pass out on me now Vi- Vi? Vi stay with me! Violet!" And her world went black.
"Veto managed to escape... but the important thing is that we got Violet back..." Rick said in a gruff tone looking to Bob Parr who watched his daughter sleep almost soundlessly in the recovery room in the NSA. His eyes then traveled to Buddy.
Buddy had received six cracked ribs, a black eye, a broken nose and a severely fractured jaw from the pounding. When the medical assistant asked him on a level of one to ten of how much pain he was in, he answered ten. Bob was rather pleased to hear that information, but what go him was when they asked what hurt the most.
"..My heart."
"You mean your chest? Well that's understandable seeing the damage-"
"No!" Buddy spat. "... Look at her! I- I nearly killed her.." He hissed to the woman. "...I would of killed her.. I wanted to do it too at the time.. and that.. how can you treat that pain?"
The woman had no answer, and neither did Bob.
"... Any news on what is going to happen with Buddy?" He asked and Rick glanced to him.
"...Well if Violet makes a full recovery, his chances are better. He'll have another testimony. Though I can already see the jury making it out to be Stockholm syndrome.,, No pun intended."
Bob nodded. The court date would be determined as soon as Buddy could move more than five steps without collapsing to the floor. Bob was nearly tempted to break his legs just to give him more time.
"... I don't suppose that we could enact him under cover.." Bob started.
"Unfortunately no.." Rick replied.
"But he;s been a wealth of information!" Bob retorted.
"Robert. It doesn't matter. He still has to go on trial for the crimes he committed. I put in a good word and hopefully the judge will allow him to be placed under our services but.. that is highly unlikely."
"...This is going to break Violet's heart." Bob whispered and Rick could only nod in agreement.
Buddy's eyes watched as Violet's chest rise and fall.. She put up a fight.. but it wasn't enough once again.
"I had your life in my hands.. and yet you gave me your heart.." He whispered mainly to himself, his hands closing over his face. "You.. stupid super.." He growled. His mind tracing over his time with the girl.
From the first kiss to her blood on his gloved hands. He wished he could of turned the clock back. But he couldn't...