Next installment! It's kind of short, but I needed an introduction for the next chapter where everything comes to a head (TeeHee head... I'm so mature). Enjoy and don't forget to review or Santa Claus will come find you 0.0
Trikey opened the door beer in hand.
"Dude, what took you so long?" Trikey asked. He offered Dash a drink, but he shook his head. For the first time in a long time, Dash was tired. He slumped down onto the couch. Trikey shrugged and cracked open the beer for himself.
"So what happened?" Trikey said between gulps.
"I... Wedding... Syndrome... Dead... Building... Saved... Fast," Dashiell spoke rapidly. Those were the only words Trikey was able to pick up.
"Sounded wicked, brah. This Syndrome guy wasn't he supposed to be dead?" he asked. He always knew just the right questions to ask.
"Yeah, well now he is. He didn't make it out," Dash said in a quiet voice. Trikey could tell he was thinking about something.
"You don't think that means..." he trailed off. They both glanced up at each other. Yes, Dash did think it meant that.
There was a knock at the door.
"Must be the pizza guy," Trikey broke the silence. He went to the door of their apartment, while Dash pondered what had happened that day. He liked Mirage. She was pretty cool. She was the one who taught him how to properly steal from a bank. She'd always remind him not to take consecutive bills, otherwise the police would be able to track him. Now she was dead.
"Hey, Trikes, you better not be scarfing down those pizzas, or I'm using you as police bait," he called. Trikey didn't respond. Dash got a weird feeling. He sped to the door. There was some guy in a handmade supersuit. There was no pizza.
Instead, the guy had Trikey knocked out in his arms.
A large "S" marked the guy's shirt just like Syndrome's costume. Dash almost thought that this guy was his clone, except for two things. This guy looked about 14 years old and he had his dad's eyes.
Dash ran at the Syndrome wannabe full speed. He clanged into what felt like steel. A vibration ran through Dash's spine. He thought he felt his spine crack in and out of wobbled then fell to the ground.
"Lights out, Dash," the wannabe Syndrome whispered in his ear.
When Dash woke up, Violet was standing over him with pizza in her arms.
"I forgot you talked in your sleep," she marvelled. Her face turned serious when she saw the large bruise on Dash's head. "It looks like you ran into a truck."
"Something like that," he muttered. She handed him an ice pack and looked somewhere off into the distance when he told her what happened.
Violet burst into her mother's house. She went straight for the bedroom where she knew her mother would be.
"Hey, mom," Violet said.
"Oh Vi! If I had known you were coming, I would have made some lemonade," her mother stood abruptly. She hid her gaze. They each faced the other awkwardly. Violet wore her supersuit. She had not even removed her mask. Her mother was in her robe. Her hair was askew. In her hand, was Jack-Jack's binky and his super suit. This
was a complete breach of their unspoken agreement. Violet was not supposed to visit her mother without her knowing at least a day before.
Violet wasn't to see her mother like this, and her mother wasn't to see her like that.
"How's Dash?" her mother tried to restore the normalcy. "Vi, how's Dash?"
Then, as Violet heard the desperation seeping out of her mother's voice, Violet crumbled.
"Bad. Everyone's bad, Mom. Dash is a villain. He has been for years. Dad and Mirage had their wedding yesterday, and Syndrome came. Mirage is dead, Dad's a wreck, Lucius is in the hospital with a coma, Dash's roommate is missing, I found Dash unconscious yesterday, and I just- I just can't anymore. I need you," Violet was sobbing.
"Shh," Helen murmured and Violet did. They sat like that for a while. Her mother's arms wrapped around her.
"The kid who took Dash's roommate left a note," Violet said. She gave her mother the note.
Her mother's eyebrows knotted in that way that said she was working out a problem. It reminded Violet of the old Helen.
"Incredibles, meet me on the corner of fifth tonight or your friend dies~Syntax," Helen looked up. Violet held out her Incredible suit.
"We need you, mom," Violet stood to go.
"Who's Syntax?" her mother asked, but Violet could see her falling back into her own little world. Her eyes were already beginning to glaze over. Violet was so close, and she didn't want to lose her now.
"I don't know, but according to Dash, he has Dad's eyes," Violet said. She left her mother with that.
Helen's gaze was fixed itself on the family portrait from 13 years ago. Jack-Jack's innocent eyes connecting with her own. Helen weeped, tears of joy flowing down her face.