Author: Wolvie'sBiggestFan PM
Syndrome has spent nearly a year in "Villian Prision," and having lost his ability to walk and speak has put him in a more sour mood than normal. What happens when God says that He has a plan for Buddy that will turn everyone's life upside-down? SYNLET!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Syndrome & Violet P. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,239 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 01-30-12 - Published: 10-28-11 - id: 7501173
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AN: Ok, I know a few people are waiting for Chapter 3 of Silent Syndrome (and trust me, it's on the way), and I know what I want to do, it's just a matter of turning the ideas into words. So, here is a sort of space filler for the time being. It is a Synlet, sorry, I'm hooked on this pairing, and I hope that people will like it.
That is all,
Chapter 1: I'm Ba-ack!
RP2 Raymond Yakura, sighed as he leaned against the NSA "Search and Rescue" vehicle. His squadron had been on the outskirts of Metroville for the past ten hours. The sun had long since set and the team had set up portable light fixtures so they could see.
"Hey, Ray!" his friend, Lieutenant Mark Pettey, yelled, running up to him.
"We find him?" Raymond asked his long-time friend; eager to go home.
"No," Mark panted, "We need some more help if we're going to find him before sunrise."
If there's anything to find, Raymond thought darkly.
Raymond followed Mark to the northern section of the area they had been assigned to search. Nearly half an hour was spent walking over pieces of shrapnel that had managed to fly the distance from the explosion to old fields three miles from town.
Just as the team was about to head back, Raymond saw a small splash of red, staining the grass. Tip-toeing closer, Raymond, gasped in shock when he saw the white glove illuminated by the rising sun. Amongst the golden grass that waved and shuddered in the wind, a mangled body lay. The being's chest barely moving as it sucked in pained breath after pained breath.
Reaching for the radio mounted on his shoulder, he spoke softly into it.
"Sir… Yes, this RP2 Yakura… Mr. Dicker, we found him. Syndrome's alive."
Bob Parr, publicly known as Mr. Incredible, hugged his family in joy when they heard the jury's approval of the NSA's proposal of allowing the supers to return. Though feeling slightly crushed by the embrace, his wife and two eldest children returned his excitement.
Many of the supers that had not been killed in Syndrome's plot for revenge had come to the hearing, and joined in the family's celebration. They, like Mr. Incredible, had also become restless in their forced retirement. So now hearing that they could return to doing what they loved made them happier than a five-year-old child in a candy store. Nothing could ruin this day! At least, that's what they thought.
Rick Dickerhated to be the bearer of bad news, but it needed to be done. Walking towards the rejoicing Incredibles, Mr. Dicker felt a pang of regret at what he was about to tell the family. Sadly, there was no way to pussy-foot around the issue, so, putting on his usual impassive face, he tapped Mr. Incredible on the muscle-bound man's massive right shoulder.
"Incredible," Mr. Dicker said, "Hate to interrupt the celebration, but I need to talk to you in private."
Putting his family down, Bob responded, "Sure think, Rick."
Once in the hallway, Rick sighed. Making sure they were alone, "Bob," he said, using Mr. Incredible's civilian name, "Syndrome's alive."
Needless to say, the resulting scream of rage could easily be heard in Japan.