Author's Rambling – hey all, back again.
WOAH! You all blew me away with the amount of reviews I got! Holy cow! W00t! Go me!
I really love Violet Syndrome fics. In fact, I love all fics like this, older male, younger female. They're brilliant!
All right. Respondations.
CAT – That was my reaction to Syndrome/Mirage too. That totally freaked me out.
Yeah, CD Lover, take CAT's advice! Chill out!
CD Lover - is sitting in her room looking very chastised Sorry. I'm sorry you don't like the story, but please don't stop reading. Funny flames keep my head outta the clouds. And as to the spanking, how do you know I'm not that boy from your school? Pokes tongue out childishly
You know, you are probably the most graphic reviewer I've ever come across. Those made me laugh, all those synonyms for throwing up. (Is that right? Are they synonyms?)
LotusSister – Yay, another Syn/Vi lover! I'm glad I got here, too, and don't worry, I'm not going anywhere! A few flames aren't going to stop me! Glares at CD
Soccergurl1990 – is this soon enough? I've hit my second wind, expect to see more chapters!
Xalias – Hey, great to see you. I'm working on more detail, I'm trying! I never write much. I try to keep things short, relatively sweet and to the point. Although I suppose that'll have to change because I'm working on my first romance novel. Yayness! I may be a published author by the time I'm seventeen! I'm only fifteen now! Almost sixteen. In one month and… twenty… three days, I'll be sixteen!
Then again, I'm already published. I had a poem published in a local poetry anthology.
TheFLHurricane – is Syndrome good? Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out in a few chapters' time! Yay, I have originality! And impressive writing! Waah!
Princessmoi – Sorry if it really did weird you out. I kinda thought the chapter was a bit… rushed, but I also thought it was relatively good. For me, anyhow. Hope you enjoy this one.
Pitbulllady – as I said to Xalias, I am trying with the detail and the like. Hopefully, this one will have more detail.
And I'm glad I got no argument from you. I didn't expect much, to tell the truth. Now, if only I could say something like that about CD... glares at CD again
All the reviews made me say svee! And I haven't said svee since the last time I was really happy. It must have been about… jeez… may last year. Damn. I need more happiness in my life.
I think it's time to break tradition with my disclaimer. Here we are, how about, "Not mine, don't sue"? I think that works. Short, sweet, and straight to the point.
I'm using the Will&Grace Font at the moment. It's so cool! www dafont com that's the site. Add full stops. There are some really cool ones on there.
OK, enough beating around the bush. Here we are. Chapter five. (OK, OK, technically it's chapter six, but I don't count prologues.)
The streets of Metroville were quiet when Violet made the trek home. As well they should be, at six o' clock on a Sunday morning. Any town would be quiet.
Breathing deeply as she turned into her street, she spotted her house. 'Time to face the music, Violet.' she thought to herself.
She knocked gently on her door, taking another deep breath. Her mother flung open the door. "Violet!" she shrieked. "Honey, we were so worried! What happened?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle. I don't want to talk about it, mom, I just want to go to bed."
"Yes, of course. It must have been rather traumatic for you, being kidnapped by Syndrome."
Her mother followed her as she went to the bathroom and then to her bedroom, watching her like a hawk all the way. "Violet, are you all right?" Helen asked.
"Yeah mom, I'm fine, why?"
"You just seem a little different. I'm being silly. Ignore me." Smiling at her eldest and only daughter, Helen left the room, closing the door softly.
As soon as her mom had gone, Violet threw herself on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. 'What came over me last night? Why did I lose control? I should have just blasted him out of the door, or turned invisible, or done something!'
Resolving to put Syndrome out of her mind, she turned on her side and dozed into a fitful sleep.
Syndrome stormed around his mountain lair. Why, dear gods, why had he let the Incredible brat… no. the blame was on his shoulders for the previous nights'... antics. He should have been the responsible one.
Unknowing that Violet was making the same promise as he was, he resolved to put her out of his mind.
Now, if only he could wipe her voice from his head…
Dragging herself out of bed in the early hours of Monday morning to go to school is a feat which Violet was very proud of herself for accomplishing.
Groaning, she dragged herself out of her room and into the bathroom, where she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Oh my God, I look like hell." She said, scrubbing at her cheeks with a cloth.
"Violet! Violet honey, you're going to be late!" Helen called up the stairs.
Violet screeched, and ran out of the bathroom, pulling on random clothes as she went.
Five minutes later, she tumbled out of her room and barrelled down the stairs. Grabbing a piece of toast, she ran for the bus. Waving as the bus moved off, the bus stopped, and the diver opened his doors to let her on.
Collapsing into a seat next to her friend Amy, Amy asked, "What happened to you, you look like hell!"
"Thanks Amy, much appreciated." Violet said, sinking down further into the seat.
A boy that Violet didn't know leaned forward from the seat behind Violet and Amy, asking, "Hey Vi, I heard you got kidnapped, is it true?"
"No, where did you hear that pack of lies?" She said, fighting to keep a reign on her emotions. Now really, how was she supposed to put Syndrome out of her mind when people kept asking about it?
"Just a rumor I heard." The boy sat back.
Unseeingly, Violet looked out of the window as the sidewalk and houses went past.
"Violet, are you all right?" Amy asked, outing a hand on Violet's arm.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired." Violet said, leaning her head back against the seat. "It's been a long weekend."
"Violet, what happened?"
"Nothing, Amy. Nothing at all."
'If you tell yourself that often enough, you may start to believe it.' Her subconscious said to her.
At Amy's worried look, Violet hastened to reassure her. "Really, I'm fine."
Unbeknownst to Violet, Syndrome had followed her all day, even around school. As she exited the gates, he was waiting for her, dressed in ordinary looking clothes.
Violet stopped, and waved Amy on. "Go on, I'll see you later."
Walking slowly, she stopped right in front of him. "What do you want?"
"Just to talk to you."
"Well, don't. I don't want to talk to you." Turning, and walking quickly, she headed for home.
A/R – Well, CD, did that appease you?
Please review! Thanks,
Otherwise known as Edna Mode.