After a long two weeks, I have finally found the time to update this. Hopefully, you guys are still here.

Finally, the moment you've all been waiting for. The Wedding.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE INCREDIBLES

2 years ago...

Mr. Incredible's buzzer went off.

"Mr. Incredible, it's me." It had been a long time since he had heard that voice. It was just as sultry and seductive as he remembered.

"Come up," he answered. He straightened the room. It was a true man cave. He rarely got any female visitors anymore. He only had two women in his life, and he had lost them. His wife had divorced him and his daughter blamed him for the divorce. He had an apartment all to himself. All by himself. On the brightside, he never had to put the toilet seat down.

There was a knock at the door.

He opened it, trying to be suave.

A woman with platinum blond hair and tan skin stood on the other side.

"Hello, Mr. Incredible," Mirage said. "I need your help."

"Uncontrollable robots," he chuckled.

"No, something not quite as deadly," she smiled. She peeked over his shoulder. "Nice place. Mind if I come in?"

Now...

Bob Parr straightened his tie.

"Haha, my man," Lucius's boisterous laughter filled the room. Lucius's brown, skinny head popped up next to his own. Not for the first time, he wondered how they had become friends. They were nothing alike. Frozone was lanky, dark skinned, and uptight. Mr. Incredible was all muscle and hubris. The truth was that Bob needed Lucius to talk him out of his dumb ideas, and Lucius needed Bob to get him to have fun and try crazy things.

"Lucius," he smiled. Lucius always knew when to calm him down whenever he was feeling anxious. "Be honest, how do I look?"

"Awful, so the same," Lucius playfully punched him on the arm. Bob fake winced. He punched Lucius back. Lucius doubled over. Unlike Bob, he wasn't faking.

"Aw, that hurt," Bob joked. It actually did seem a little harder than usual. "You been working out?"

"It's the bowling," Lucius flexed his wimpy little arm. Bob rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, man."

Lucius had taken up bowling sometime after supers became legal. He hung up his suit, saying something about finally doing what his wife thought he was doing. Now he was a pro bowler, and Bob never let him hear the end of it.

There was a soft knock at the door. Bob opened it.

"Mr. Incredible, I need your help," Mirage said, grinning. She was in a floor length gown.

"Uncontrollable robots," he chuckled, remembering the night he had taken notice of Mirage for the first time.

"No, something much more deadly," She leaned in and kissed him. Mr. Incredible felt his recent anxiety melt away for the time being.

"Hey, save that for the wedding," Lucius said, peeking over Bob's shoulder. "Don't you know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

Lucius shooed Mirage away from the door. She threw Bob a kiss over her shoulder. Bob just gazed at her, while she slunk away.

Bob fidgeted in his tux. He felt so hot and cramped. His pecs were practically bursting out of his shirt.

The church was filled with tons of people, supers, non supers, and retired supers alike. It was a large cathedral with high vaults and flying buttresses. Large stained glass windows decorated the walls. It reminded him of his last wedding. At least this time he was on time.

He gulped, gazing out at the audience. If there ever was a time to get nervous. There were so many people counting on him. His best man, Frozone, beside him. His daughter, though she had refused to be in the wedding, was seated in the front row. Dash had slipped in through the back a couple of minutes ago. Even Edna had come to support him. And most importantly, there was the love of his life standing across from him. She looked perfect, angelic even. Her veil made a halo around his head.

"Do you, Mirage, take Bob Parr to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold in sickness and in health?"

"I-" Mirage was cut off.

"I object," a man from the audience said. He used a horrible Texan accent. The audience gasped. Everyone was in shock- well almost everyone. There, before them, was Syndrome. That same villain who had escaped all those years ago. No one moved. No one said anything. Who would in the presence of a ghost?

Syndrome floated above the crowd toward the couple, with his familiar 'S' marked suit. Syndrome loved the absolute attention he received from the crowd. He reveled in it. Oh this is just too good! Monologue time!

"You've been very naughty. Both if you. Mirage, you broke all of my toys. Now no one else gets a chance to be super. Pity. Mr. Incredible, you took my love," his lips curled in an off balance way. "But you have a chance to make amends. Come with me, Mirage."

Mirage shook her head.

"Then know that because of you these people will die. One more time, come with me."

"No," she said, defiance rolling off of her. She was still the feisty firecracker that Syndrome remembered.

"They're on your head," he shrugged and backed away. "I loved you."

He snapped back around, and pointed his new death ray at Mr. Incredible.

Zap!

Mirage leaped in the way. Her eyes widened, and she dropped.

"Mirage!" someone screamed. It was hard to decipher the voice from all the screams.

Violet threw a force field over Mirage and her father. The ray bounced off the force field, over the crowd, and on the ceiling. The roof began to quiver and shake. A large plank fell from the rafters and crushed Lucius.

A child cried.

Violet saw a flicker of red hair. It was nice and clean cut, but there was one single strand of hair sticking up. It reminded her of the family portrait. It looked just like- like Jack-Jack. It couldn't have. No. Jack-Jack was dead. Violet knew it couldn't have been him, but she found her eyes fixed on that strand of hair.

"Violet!" A gush of wind whipped her hair back.

"Violet!" Not a second later, it whipped back forward.

Dash was carrying people to the exits.

"Get yourself together," a pint sized woman scolded her. It was harsh, but still got the message across. Violet used her force field to create a majeshift roof over the heads of the people.

Bob held Mirage in his arms. The threat of tears burnes in the back of his eyes. He watched as Mirage's life seeped out before his eyes. Her deep tan faded into a pale white. Her skin was growing clammy. It reminded him of the day he had found her. It was sometime after the volcano eruption. He had been looking for any remnants of Jack-Jack. Instead, he had found Mirage hanging on to a plank of wood a mile out from the island. She had looked somewhat like this. Weak. He didn't want to look at her, not like this.

"Hey," Mirage said, her voice somehow still strong.

"I can't lose you," he said.

"Shh... Shh..." she quieted him. "I do."

That's all she said and that's all she had to say. She cosed her eyes and breathed her last breath. Mr. Incredible pressed his lips against hers, frantically. He hoped, he needed to make their marriage final.

The building rumbled around the two. All who remained in the Church watched Mirage die. No one dared disturb them. Syndrome watched them with hate in his eyes. He wanted to think that it was directed to Mr. Incredible for not getting shot or that it was directed to Mirage for foiling his plans once again, but it wasn't. He loved Mirage. He always had. This hate, this burning sensation he felt eating away at his core, was for himself. Syndrome hated himself. Syndrome hated himself. He had killed the woman he loved, not Mr. Incredible. It just proved that he didn't deserve Mirage. That made Syndrome hate himself even more. Syndrome hated that he hated.

So as the Church crumbled around him and Violet let down the force field, Syndrome stayed. He stayed, buried in his own hate

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More chapters to come. The next will deal with the aftermath.