EVIL PLAN

Chapter One: Doomed to Stop Looking

Syndrome had just nabbed Jack-Jack and was on his jet, mocking Mr. Incredible. Jack-Jack set off a blaze of fire while his family below failed to notice his powers being exhibited for the first time. Syndrome was taken aback in shock, staring at the baby. But then he grinned.

"Too bad, little baby, I thought of just how to deal with this. I planned it, actually, it's a Super destabilizer! I made it when one of the previous Supers, Vector Oxo, nearly survived my termination plan."

Jack-Jack turned into a devil and crawled up Syndrome's neck. He stared ripping at the man's crazy tall grass style hair.

But Syndrome reached upward and pressed something silver against Jack-Jack's neck, which dug deep into his skin, lodged there and calming the baby down.

"Papa?" Jack-Jack asked, crawling back placlidly down into Syndrome's arms.

"Yes, I am your papa," Syndrome said, cackling. He pulled Jack-Jack into the jet. "So long, Supers! See you when I have properly raised your boy to be your enemy!"

Before any of them could stop him, Syndrome's jet flew off into the night. Mr. Incredible seethed with rage, Elastigirl was blowing her nose on a handkerchief, and Violet and Dash were hugging each other, weeping. They all felt so helpless. Helen did have it int he back of her mind that they could demand a hunt for Syndrome, theobvious first place to hunt for him would be the island he called a home base, but if he was crafty, he wouldn't be there. And Syndrome had already confirmed he was pretty crafty with his elaborate scheme. Sure, it had failed, although all the corpses of Supers he had made a possibility spoke otherwise. But he was out in the open then, and surely he would be hiding in a place that would be rather difficult to find. Still, a hope burgeoned within her that her baby would come home and they'd be a whole family again.

THREE MONTHS LATER

The Parr family were a depressed bunch now. Every day they hoped their darling would be recovered, but there was no news from any authority on the whereabouts of Syndrome or Jack-Jack.

And much as she didn't want to, Helen was ready to give up. Bob didn't want to though.

"Look, I am his mother, if I say it's time to call it quits, then it is."

"Give us another year or two at least," Bob insisted

Helen paced back and forth for a few minutes, and Bob left the room since she wasn't answering.

Two hours later, she came in upon him helping Dash with his math homework, or attempting to, anyway.

"Dash, honey, why don't you run along and play Frisbee with yourself in the backward? Or do something on your Game Boy Advance."

"But Mom, this homework is due tomorrow."

"Your father and I have something to discuss. Also, I can help you and we'd get it done faster."

"Oh come on, Helen, I can handle a little math," Bob said.

"Dad, you were just telling me that when you were in school, all this was different," Dash pointed out. "I'd rather Mom help, anyway."

Then he was off in the blink of an eye.

"See, this is why we can't give up on Jack-Jack," Mr. Incredible said. "I need one child who has faith in my parenting ability."

"That's what I wanted to speak to you about," Helen said, taking a seat. "Listen, I'm ready to give up on Jack=Jack being found."

"And I'm not!"Bob slammed his fist on the table, which caused it to crack down the center. "Oh, whoops."

"Forget the table, for now," Helen said, steadying her hands on his shoulders. "We are going to compromise."

"Compromise?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"I will allow them to keep looking for Jack-Jack but only if we agree we'll shoot for another child if Jack-Jack isn't found in a year."

"One year? That's not enough time."

"Nine months pregrant will put us close to the two years you desire to wait." She patted his knees. "And besides, we could be a family of six, no biggie."

"Fine," Bob said. "But we're going to find him, guaranteed."

Helen smiled and called Dash back in so she could help him with his homework.

Bob went to talk to his daughter, who had gone back to moping and having her hair cover half her face. Right now though, she was on her stomach on her bed. "Yo, Violet, we'll find Jack-Jack, don't worry."

"It's been three months, Dad. Our family is falling apart." She buried her face in her pillow.

"We're not the first family to have a child kidnapped," Bob said. "And we're working on it."

"Well, good luck Dad, for now I'm just going to be a mopey Mary."

Bob feared she might be right, their family was falling apart. There were also rumors that negotiations with the politicians and the general public had not gone well, but he wasn't a hundred percent sure on this yet. He left his daughter's room, still hopeful for the future but worried nonetheless.

TWENTY-TWO MONTHS LATER

Helen pushed a bottle into her new baby girl's mouth while she rested in the pram.

"Family meeting in the drawing room," she said.

"It's a living room, Mom, use the proper terminology," Violet said.

Bob and Violet sat on the couch while Dash zoombed into the armchair.

Helen remained standing up, pacing before them.

"Look, Vi, you're starting your junior year in high school, you can't keep up this morose manner. You also have a new baby sister."

"Veronica doesn't replace Jack-Jack," Violet said.

"No, and about that, we're going to need our memories erased of him."

"What?" All three of the Parrs old enough to contemplate what Helen had said stared at her astonished.

"But Mom, he's our brother!" Dash said, darting over to the sofa, standing beside it and placing his hand on Violet's shoulder. He was in seventh grade going into eighth now.

"This family can't function properly if we don't erase our memories of him. I know it sucks, but we've got t o move forward."

Violet crossed her arms, while Dash turned to Mr. Incredible. "Come on, Dad, you've got to tell her we can't do that."

Bob sighed. "If Syndrome has been undetected this long, he'll probably continue to be. And he'll raise Jack-Jack as our enemy."

"And all we can do is hope that we will be a match for Jack-Jack's power," Helen said. "When Syndrome unleashes him on us."

"But we'll never know when that might happen!" Violet said, throwing up her hands. "And your friends, the only other Supers that are alive, don't seem like they can fight."

"Don't forget Frozone," Bob said. "He's definitely top-notch."

"Yeah, there's no way he can fight all of us," Helen promised. "Plus, he'll have to wait till Jack-Jack's old enough." She turned to the pram. "And by then, Veronica should be old enough to fight as well."

Violet rose to her feet and rushed from the room, screaming as she stomped up the stairs.

"I know this is hard on her," Helen said. "But it's what we have to deal with."

"Sure, Mom," Dash said, patting her arm. He went over to the pram and waved a rattle over his baby sister's hands, she reached forward and took it, shaking.

They all went forward with the memory erasure process a few days later, Violet doing so grumpily.

It was the first step to rebuilding their family, and Helen was determined to do so.

Meanwhile, somewhere quite far away, in an underground fortress, Syndrome was happy with his war prize, he paced back and forth in front of the infant Jack-Jack, while he worse his black suit with a giant white S on it. He was designing a similar one for the infant, well, someone he hired was doing the sewing work but it would have a J on it, for now, until Syndrome gave it a proper supervillain name.

He looked down at his clipboard, very satisfied. So far he had observed seventeen unique powers from this infant. That didn't mean he didn't have others, they could develop a bit later, or he might've missed them happening. He couldn't keep his eye on the infant twenty-four/seven.

However, his lips curled into a smile, Jack-Jack would definitely be a force to reckon with, when he was properly raised to hate the other Supers.

And by then Mr. Incredible would be older than he was now. Probably weaker as well. Which made Syndrome excited just thinking about. He could hardly contain himself anticipating the years up ahead.