Chapter 6: Surprise course

8: 00: The Main Dining Hall.

As Elastigirl approached Hufnick, she noticed him a bit calmer than he was earlier. Taking a quick look at the hall, she noticed the stereotypical table she usually saw in movies with wealthy individuals: Long, with two sets of dishes set up at one end, facing one another. There were about five doors into the room. The one she entered, facing the long end of the table, two on either side of the long table, and at the far end of the table the two doors facing where her and Hufnick would sit. A portrait of a younger Hufnick hung between the two doors.

"Well," Hufnick greeted, "shall we sit?"

He took her hand, and walked her down the end of the table to the right hand side, where he pulled the seat back for her. Pushing her in, he then sat himself.

A waitress came in and filled two wine glasses. Hufnick raised his in a toast.

"To a long-lasting friendship, and a successful photo-shoot," Hufnick said.

Elastigirl tipped her head, and raised her glass. "To a long-lasting friendship, and a successful photo-shoot."

They drank, as a salad was brought in.

"Oh, forgive me. We're having steak, potatoes, and vegetables; some breadsticks, caeser salad…and dessert of ice cream, if you're up to it."

Elastigirl chuckled. "Why Mr. Hufnick, are you saying I can gain weight?"

Hufnick tapped his head in embarrassment. "Nothing of the sort, Elastigirl."

The dinner was calm with small talk about life as a super, paparazzi, Hufnick's life as a photographer and businessman, although questions on both sides were carefully not too personal.

Elastigirl looked at the time, as she suddenly felt drowsy. A grandfather clock behind Hufnick read 9:45pm.

"Well," she started, rising from her chair, "I look forward to the photo-shoot on Sunday-" she was cut off as she fell back into her chair, very woozy. "Oh, my…"

"Are you feeling alright, Elastigirl?" Hufnick asked. "Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"Uh, no, I…" She looked up at Hufnick, who didn't seem to be reacting to her change; he just seemed to be sitting in his chair with a calm grin…

Elastigirl tried to focus, which was slowly but surely becoming difficult. She noticed something that wasn't so apparent early on…

…Hufnick's eyes were a dark shade of green, that was becoming lighter and lighter…

Elastigirl gasped. "No!"

"Sleep, Elastigirl," Hufnick said. "Sleep."

The voice changed into the familiar tone of Mirage. "A nice immunity I have, hm? A special drug that only affects my intended victim."

Elastigirl couldn't hold out much longer. "W…what…happened. W…what…happened to Hufnick?"

Hufnick/Mirage rose from the chair and walked over to Elastigirl's side. "Hufnick is safe, for now. You needn't worry about him." Hufnick morphed into Mirage. "Right now, Elastigirl, you're predicament is a bit more serious."

Elastigirl felt so weak, she wasn't going to hold out any longer. Before she passed out, she saw the smiling face of her foe.

Elastigirl awoke in what seemed to be an anti-septic room, white. The two twins, Aleme and Isidra were behind glass in a control room dressed in leather bodysuits, still looking gorgeous, but deadly.

Elastigirl was strapped to a table, and typically facing a large phallic laser. She tried to stretch, but couldn't; she was still weak from the drugged dinner from the night, and she wondered if that suppressed her powers…

"Prepare to be penetrated, Elastigirl," Mirage stated, coming out of the room and stepping in the well where Elastigirl was strapped. Mirage was also dressed in the black bodysuit her "henchwomen" were dressed in.

The villainess stood over the super.

"Elastigirl…Helen…You're time has finally come."

"Why?"

"Why? You're standing in the way of progress, that's "why." I had everything, but you came between that. Especially as I feel that Mr. Incredible and I would make a more long-lasting couple, and provide a new "prodigy" if you will…"

Elastigirl grimaced. "What are you talking about?"

"I will make your "husband" conform. He and I will create a new band of supers; just as I was able to dupe you, I will be able to "dupe" him." Mirage chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. There will be a formal divorce. We don't want it to seem like infidelity."

"You're crazy!"

"Maybe. Maybe." Mirage walked in thought. "Of course, your children may not make it through my plans."

Elastigirl gasped. "Dash? Vi? Jack-Jack? No!" Elastigirl struggled. "If you hurt them, Mirage, I will…"

"Do what? This room has a field that has already has put a damper on your powers; you can't escape. You're dead, Elastigirl…Helen."

Mirage moved and leaned close to Elastigirl; and felt the hatred coming from the super…

"Maybe you shouldn't have thrown that punch, hm?" Mirage mused.

"You bitch!"

Mirage laughed. "Such language!"

Mirage motioned to the twins in the control room, and the laser started. In minutes, Elastigirl would be bisected.

"Don't think that I'm going to leave and find out that you've escaped, Elastigirl. I'm going to be right here watching."

Elastigirl couldn't use her powers, or use the transmitter to call Bob and the kids. What was she to do?

Looking to Mirage, Elastigirl gritted her teeth. This couldn't be the end.

This couldn't.