This Chapter has to do with Syndrome and his evil plans (MWAHAHAHA)
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13 years ago...
Syndrome hovered over the island before collapsing on the beach. He figured he had just enough time to pack a few belongings. It was only a matter of time before the Incredipshits reported in where his lair was. He kicked the sand and let out a slew of curse words. Just when he thought he had settled down, another round came out. He was angry at himself. So many years of planning all gone to waste in a matter of moments. Where had he gone wrong? Where hadn't he gone wrong? Syndrome looked down at his little bundle. He was sort of kind of maybe just a little bit cute. He'd rather cut his tongue out than ever say that out loud. He laid Jack-Jack down and watched as the kid teetered and tottered. Maybe he hadn't failed completely. He still had the kid. It's one thing to lose a child, but it's another thing completely to see him grow up into a monster. They would be devastated. Syndrome laughed maniacally.
The ground beneath his feet began to rumble. The volcano! The lava began to shoot out of the volcano. Syndrome scooped him up and began to run. The baby began to cry. His binky had fallen out. Syndrome jammed his finger in the kid's mouth. He didn't have time to look for a dumb binky. He tried flying, but his boots could only slightly hover. He must have used all the energy on the trip. He desperately needed to get out of there and of course his damned boots weren't working. He glanced around. There was a boat.
"How convenient? First the baby, now this," Syndrome tried not to think about it too much. He climbed into the boat. There was plenty of food and supplies. Someone had been preparing for a journey. A woman scrambled up the bank. Her platinum blond hair billowing behind her. Mirage.
"Syndrome," she seemed surprised, guilty almost. She leaned in to kiss him. Why would she have to be guilty? It dawned on Syndrome. He had been stupid and careless. He should have killed the bitch when he had a chance. There was only one way the Incredibles could have gotten back to the mainland so fast. That was by rocket. Only two people knew the password to access the autopilot and he highly doubted they knew how to fly it themselves. Matter of fact, only two people knew how to set the lair to self destruct. He was one and Mirage was the other.
"I loved you," he said. He slowly pushed the boat away from the bank. Mirage's eyes widened as she fell into the water face first.
"No. Don't leave me here!" she begged. "Please!"
Syndrome turned on the motor.
Present Day...
Jackson laid hit after hit into the large slab of meat. Each hit sent a ricochet of sound off the walls of the basement. The steak was going to be very tender tonight. He was in the zone, if he did say so himself. He allowed his mind to go completely blank.
Hit.
Hit.
Hit.
Hit.
Hit.
Hit.
Hit.
The meat flew off the hook. Jackson sighed and went to go pick up another meat slab.
He stopped.
His body tensed, then went into Ghost Mode. In Ghost Mode, he couldn't touch anything and nothing could touch him. Objects simply phased through him. A black gloved hand swung through his body. Jackson grabbed the arm and pulled it toward him. No matter how much he pulled, the owner of the arm never got any closer.
He flipped around to face his attacker. It was a woman with a short ruby bob. her waist was barely the size of a wrist, but her curves were round and full. The woman's eyes were cold. She wore a red suit with black gloves and boots. A familiar logo was featured in the center of her chest. An 'I'.
"Mrs. Incredible," Jackson said to no one in particular.
Mrs. Incredible didn't respond.
She slunk over to him. Mrs. Incredible arched under and around him. He could barely keep his eyes on her. He needed to concentrate, but she wasn't letting him. He went into Fire Ball Mode.
Mrs. Incredible screamed. The skin on her face elongated and melted off. Jackson didn't have to time to feel accomplished because he was slapped in the face. The slap threw him backwards. He got slapped again, knocking him forward. He was slapped again and again. He barely blinked before another bee sting-like slap hit him. He chose the only mode he could, Laser Mode. The laser flung the kid into a heap on the ground. He was a boy around ten years old with a streak of blond hair topping his head. He had the same suit as Mrs. Incredible did.
Suddenly, he felt his feet float up from under him. It must have been the sister. One never fought without the other. She had him caught in one of her damned force fields. Jackson shifted back into Ghost Mode. The Incredible girl didn't even see him coming. He punched her in the stomach.
Only one more Incredible left to go.
"What have you done with my family?" Mr. Incredible said. Speak of the red-suited devil. Mr. Incredible was the only one who talked.
Jackson changed into Demon Mode. His muscles bulged and rippled under his pale skin which began to change into a dark crimson. Jackson's eyes glowed a bright red. A low guttural growl came out of his mouth. He charged at Mr. Incredible on all fours. Mr. Incredible barely had time to raise his fists before Demon-Jackson attacked him. He punched Mr. Incredible, envisioning that meat bag. Mr. Incredible's cheek caved in then crumbled. His nose bent at an awkward angle. Jackson still didn't let up. Mr. Incredible would pay for what he had done.
"Jack-Jack," Mr. Incredible said. It sounded similar to a dying robot. That was probably because it was. They were all robots.
Jackson's dad walked in from the side door. He opened in his arms wide and pulled Jackson in for a hug.
"You're ready," He announced. He threw a newspaper at his feet. The page was open to a wedding. A Bob Parr was marrying a Mirage. "This is what you have trained for. We will destroy the Incredibles and make them hurt like they hurt me!"
A dark fire burned behind his father's eyes. A fire which Jackson had known to fear and love. He would do anything for his father. If these Incredibles were as bad as his father had told him, they deserved to die. Jackson looked down at the broken bodies of the robots he destroyed. The Incredibles would get what was coming to them. Syndrome and his sidekick, Syntax would make sure of it.
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Next chapter will focus on Mr. Incredible, Mirage, and maybe Frozone.