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Chapter 15: Syndrome a Hero?
The very next day, Helen was washing dishes. Dash and Bob were away somewhere. Jack-Jack was taking a nap in his play pen. Violet was upstairs in her room, writing in her diary. She recorded her date with Tony, (and how guilty she felt abandoning him to rescue the people in the building that was on fire), and she noted Syndrome’s reappearance. She had just finished her entry when she heard a knock on the door.
“Violet honey,” called Helen from the other side.
Violet got up and opened the door. “Yes mom?”
“Rick wants to talk to us at NSA’s HQ right now.”
Violet nodded. She left her room and followed her mother downstairs. Helen stretched her arms 20 feet to Jack-Jack’s play pen. She lifted the infant up, waking the baby in the process. Helen tickled cute, little, baby Jack-Jack on the tummy while Violet kissed him on the nose.
“Ma Ma, Bi let.” he cooed.
Violet giggled. For months, she had been trying to get Jack-Jack to say her name. “Bi liet,” wasn’t perfect, but it was progress.
Helen, Violet and Jack-Jack went to the fireplace located in the family room. Helen reached in and touched the back of the fireplace three times in a specific area. The fireplace rose up and revealed the elevator leading to the NSA’s Headquarters. Violet and Helen placed on their masks and placed Jack-Jack’s on before entering the elevator. They rode it down below the surface of the earth. The steel doors opened, revealing a gigantic but main lobby room. Helen and Vi were greeted by workers, and Supers passing by. Finally, they arrived at the front desk.
“Can I help you?” the desk clerk politely asked.
“Yes, we are scheduled to meet with the Chief Executive of the National Supers Agency.” answered Helen.
“Excuse me for a minute.” the clerk smiled. She tapped a little red button located at the top on a little speaker box. “Rick, Elastigirl and Invisigirl are here to see you.”
“Send them up.” said Rick’s gruffly voice.
The desk clerk looked at the two Supers and smiled. “He is waiting for you on the top floor.”
Helen and Violet thanked the clerk and made their way toward the elevator. Before riding the elevator to the top floor, they went to another level. This level was a daycare center. Young Supers from infants to five-year-olds were placed in this special center. The room size was in between medium and large. Rainbows were painted along the top and bottom edges of the indestructible walls. Hand-drawn pictures of a Super Heroes were taped onto the wall. These pictures included drawings of the kids’ favorite heroes, and a drawing of one Super Dad saving a school bus from driving off a cliff. There were shelves, all filled with blocks, toys and even stuff for small baby supers. On one wall was a door. This door was a little emergency room. Just in case some unnatural circumstance, everyone can enter the emergency room. The ER is an elevator that zooms to the surface of the earth.
“Wow, nice place.” remarked Violet. “How come I never stayed here? When you and dad were busy?”
Helen laughed. “Violet honey, when you were young, us Supers had to go into hiding. They had to shut HQ down.”
A middle-aged woman wearing rubber gloves walked in. She carried in a tray with food. She set it down on a table.
“Hello dear Helen. Haven’t seen you in ages.” she said.
She gave a brief hug to Helen and Violet. The lady took Jack-Jack in her arms. She took off a glove and started stoking Jack-Jack’s face. It was the softest feeling he had ever felt in his life. After that, he felt a sensation of warmness. He slowly started to fall asleep.
“It will take a couple minutes. Is that too much to handle for you?”
“Helen honey, this is why I run the Daycare Center for Supers. They don’t call me Silk for nothing you know. With a touch, your baby should stay asleep for about an hour.”
“Thank you.” said Helen. She and Violet left and entered the elevator. The two Super ladies rode the elevator up to where Rick’s office was located at. The elevator doors opened.
“Ah Helen and Violet. We have been waiting for you.” greeted Rick.
Dash and Bob was there too. They were sitting on comfy business chairs, waiting for the two to arrive. Violet and Helen sat down in two empty business chairs.
“I’m sure that you all want answers. Well before I tell you that, first you all must know that we found Syndrome stopping a runaway bus. I know you will hate to hear this, but many people would have been killed if it wasn’t for him.”
“So what is all this about?” Dash asked impolitely.
“Well, you all know that Supers are neither allowed to roam in public, nor perform heroic duties without identification and a license.”
“Yes, we know that. In fact, as soon as we discovered our kids had super powers, we contacted the NSA immediately.” said Bob.
“Well Bob, we caught Syndrome without either a license or any identification on him proving that he was a Super.”
“Oh my! Did you arrest him?” questioned Helen.
“We were going to, but there was one. . . minor obstacle in our way.” Rick cleared his throat. “Ever since Violet first encountered him, he has been saving many innocent lives. “He caught about ten robbers in about one hour,” our witnesses and analyzers concluded and reported. And of course, if you have a really larger-than-life hero, there are bound to be large numbers of fans.”
The Parrs gave Rick a very confused look.
Rick sighed. “In short, the reason why we can’t arrest him is because the people of the city would probably be a little aggravated. You know what that means: rebellions, small “human v.s. super” wars, all of that stuff.”
Violet inquired, “But because of his inventions, the government had to pay millions and millions of dollars just for damages. Also, he killed many Supers. I mean the people should know. A life for a life.”
“True Violet, but ever since his return, he has saved more lives than caused more fatalities of Supers, police, and the Army. In a sense, he sort of paid for all of the destruction he caused.”
“So how did you manage to get answers from him?” she asked again.
“When we confronted him, we decided not to arrest him. Instead, we told him that he needed identification and a license to be a Super, or else he would be placed under arrest by the NSA. He went with us to headquarters very quietly. We asked him a couple questions that we would ask any super when obtaining their identification. Somehow, we managed to throw a curveball at him, and he took the bait.”
“That is good to hear.” said Mr. Incredible.
“He told us his real name, Super name, and the list keeps going. However, our interrogators recognized him. Some how, they got him to confess how he survived his little “accident.”
Rick gave a little wink to Bob.
“So how did he do it?” the father asked.
“By using his zero-point-energy beam. His cape got caught in the jet turbine. Well, his cape dragged in but he zapped the beam on himself. Just before any part of his body got sucked in. The cape and maybe one of his rocket boosters that got caught in the turbine caused a malfunction, which caused the explosion. However, the explosion blasted Syndrome miles away from your house.”Rick explained. He took a breath. “Any other questions?”
“How did he get a technology upgrade?” Violet inquired.
“He told us that ever since that day, he was spent day and night, inventing new inventions, gadgets and other stuff.”
“Are you sure he doesn’t have any super powers?” the teen heroine interrogated.
Rick stood up. “Violet, I can assure you and your family that Syndrome does not have any super human blood in his body.”
After the family shook hands with Rick, they picked up Jack-Jack at the daycare center. The family rode the elevator back up to their house. The exited the fire place and went on with their normal lives; Bob went to watch TV, Helen went to bathe Jack-Jack, Dash entered his room and decided to read a book, Violet went to her room to finish her homework.
And since Violet and Helen entered HQ, Syndrome has been saving more lives, and catching more crooks by the minute.
