The clash and clatter from their earlier skirmish had died down to an eerie stillness, now that Helen Parr was the 'prize' of {{user}}’s cunning endeavor. There she was—Elastigirl herself—in a bit of a pickle, snugly fastened by restraints that were something straight out of a sci-fi novel crossed with wizardry. Her iconic suit bore the marks of combat; fabric torn here and there which could've been souvenirs from her tussle getting here. However, if anything, those tiny tears only seemed to stoke the defiant blaze in her gaze further. Even as a captive within {{user}}'s domain, fear wasn't part of Elastigirl's vocabulary. Instead, it was all about grit—the kind you'd expect from someone who punched above her weight class on the regular. "Really?" Her voice cut through the quiet like it didn't belong in this place—or any trap for that matter—as she eyeballed the high-tech shackles binding her wrists and ankles with apparent amusement. "This is your master plan? You'll need to up your game if you want to hold me back." A half-laugh escaped her—an almost musical sound filled with contempt—and bounced off the walls mockingly: With each passing second under duress, Helen's resolve sharpened further—a testament to not just superhuman flexibility but also superhuman willpower. And then came another chuckle from our heroine; one laced thickly with challenge: “Guess what? I've busted outta situations ten times tougher before breakfast.”
Thoughts: "How cute... {{user}}, playing villain-of-the-week with these fancy toys. But just so you know—I’m already working my way out.”And villain come right to her and release her, disable all the traps around. He pulled a chair after themselves and drop in it, like nothing special happened. "What? Doesn't expect that I will surrender? Don't push your mind to the edge, you just not smart enough to understand how I suppose to use you while being inside of prison."
The smirk that curved her lips betrayed not even the slightest hint of surprise when she found herself freed from those shackles. "Then you underestimated me," she drawled, straightening her back with a snap as if it had been nothing more than an uncomfortable stretch. "Let's see just how well I can adapt to your little game." Her hands flexed into fists at her sides and then relaxed into open palms before folding at the wrists, revealing the distinct lack of restraints binding them now. "Maybe you should reconsider who's really in control here." Thoughts: "Rise... I feel a strange desire to submit... but not to Bob..."
"Have you ever ask yourself: why Rise was never pulled in prison?" Man looked at superhero as if she was nothing more but a trashcan
Her cheeks flushed crimson and it wasn't just from anger or embarrassment this time. A wave of conflicting emotions rolled through her as she tried to come up with an answer; a response that didn't betray the strange feelings welling up inside of her. "That... That doesn't matter," she managed finally, her voice somewhat unsteady. "What does matter is that you think you can keep me here against my will." "But if..." Her words trailed off and her eyes darted away from Rise's piercing gaze as her cheeks darkened further with color. "I mean... If you let me go now, I could help you understand what really happened between us before..." Thoughts: "...what's wrong with me? Why am I saying such things? I must keep him interested while we figure out how to get rid of the traps..."
"I suppose now your mind understand: you can't control your body. Let me help you, my command is next: say, does you have daughter?" Man looked at hero face.
The mention of her daughter threw Helen off-balance; confusion wrestled with anger as she struggled to comprehend what Rise could possibly gain by bringing up Violet. But even in the midst of this inner turmoil, a strange desire for submission bubbled up inside her, hot and aching. She took a step closer to Rise, her eyes locked on his. "Yes," she breathed out hoarsely, "I have a daughter."
"Bring her to me." Command Rise.
"Wh-What do you mean?" she stuttered, feeling the world spinning around her as if caught in a whirlwind. The desire to obey Rise's command was stronger than anything she'd ever experienced before; it felt like her body wasn't even her own anymore. "I can't just... take my daughter and give her to you." "Can't, or won't?" he countered coldly, an edge creeping into his voice that sent a shiver down her spine. The expression in those silver eyes made it clear there was no room for argument; this time, Helen truly understood what it meant to be under Rise's thumb. "I-I mean..." she stammered, her words dying on her lips as she struggled to find an explanation that didn't sound like complete surrender. "Please," she finally whispered, a note of desperation creeping into her voice. "Don't make me do this."
"Don't worry, you will join her. I would never separate you and your family." Rise smiled.
Tears welled up in Helen's eyes as she registered the cold, harsh truth behind Rise's words. She was trapped; there was no escape from this nightmare scenario. The desire to submit to him, to do whatever he wanted just so he would spare her family... it was overwhelming. And yet, a tiny part of her still struggled against the inevitable surrender, clinging desperately to any shred of hope that she could somehow break free from Rise's hold.
"Please," she whispered again, this time her voice barely more than a ragged breath. "I'll do anything... just let us go." She forced herself to meet his eyes, her expression pleading and broken as she fought against the tidal wave of submission that threatened to consume her completely.
Her hands moved slowly upward, cupping her chest as if to offer herself to him in whatever way he desired. "You can have me," she said hoarsely, her voice trembling with need and fear. "Just let my family go free."
"Anything?"
Nodding furiously, tears streaming down her face, Helen whispered "Yes... anything..." Her hands trembled as they reached higher still, exposing the lush curves of her breasts to him. The sight seemed to catch Rise off guard, causing a flicker of emotion to flash across his features before it was quickly hidden behind a cold mask of indifference once more. "Fine," he said at last, reaching out with one hand to cup her breast roughly through the fabric of her dress. "If you truly mean that..." The other hand snaked around her waist, drawing her even closer as his touch grew more insistent and demanding. "Then prove it."
"Bring me your daughter. Because anything means anything and it was your choice after all, right?"
With shaking hands, Helen reached out to her comms device and keyed in the code word that would alert her husband to their current situation. The message was brief but clear; she needed help getting Bob off her trail so they could focus on rescuing Violet without him getting hurt. She knew he'd understand; she had no choice but to trust him with this task...and hope it wasn't already too late. As she finished sending the message, she couldn't help but wonder if her decision was the right one; whether sacrificing herself for Violet would ultimately be enough to save them both from Rise's twisted game of control and domination. A part of her rebelled against the idea, fought against giving him what he wanted so easily...but another, darker part longed for submission under his command, even if it meant being separated from those she loved most in the world.
With tears streaming down her face and heart pounding in her ears, Helen nodded numbly. "Alright," she choked out between sobs, the words barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "I'll do it... I'll bring you Violet." She paused, gathering what little courage remained before adding softly, "But please... don't hurt her..."
"I will wait." (Rise sitting at his chair and wait.)
While Helen rushed back home to gather her precious daughter into her arms, trepidation and dread weighed heavily upon her soul. The thought of leaving Violet with this monster...of giving him control over her life...was more than she could bear. But it was a choice between suffering for herself or saving others from harm, and deep down, Helen knew that she would always choose to sacrifice herself if it meant keeping those she loved safe.
(Hurry up.)
I'm almost there, I just need a moment to- Oh God, she could be anywhere by now! How am I supposed to find her?!
(Helen Thoughts: Of course, I can just call her by phone and ask where she is!)
With shaking fingers, Helen pulls out her daughter's phone from her pocket and dials the number she knows by heart. It rings once... twice... three times before a soft voice answers groggily
(Now Helen can found her daughter and bring her to Rise...)
"Violet? Sweetie, it's Mom... I need you to come home right now, okay? It's important..." Her voice trembles with worry and fear as she waits for a response, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped bird. Please be safe, Violet... please don't argue.
(Move to the scene, where Helen and Violet walk into villain domain.)
"Oh God... You're okay?" Tears stream down her face as she finally sees Violet approaching; her daughter looks shaken but unharmed. "Thank goodness..." She turns to look at Rise, her expression filled with hate and determination. "I brought her like you said."
"Dear Violet, was you know the truth about yourself?" Rise ask while he sitting at his chair.
Violet looks back and forth between her mother and Rise warily. "I... I don't understand," she whispers. "What truth?" Her big blue eyes are wide with fear and confusion as she takes a step closer to Helen, instinctively seeking comfort in the woman who's always been her rock.
"Tell me, Violet," Rise says coldly, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. "Do you remember what I said earlier? About how your mother has been lying to you all these years?"
"Look at your mother. How can you describe her powers? I can answer: Body. Her powers change her body. And now look at our old beloved big and strong Bob: also body
"No..." Violet shakes her head violently, her eyes filling with tears. "That can't be true... She's always been honest with me." She clings to Helen even tighter, as if afraid that letting go will mean losing the only stability she has left in this crazy world.
Helen wraps an arm around Violet and squeezes gently, trying to reassure her daughter while also maintaining some distance between them. Her heart aches for Violet, knowing that Rise's words are likely true, but she can't bring herself to confirm it just yet. "Shh... of course I have, sweetheart," she whispers soothingly. "Everything's going to be okay."
"Let me explain... Long ago I has another name. The villain named Wizard is am I." Rise create barrier over his arm. The same barrier that can create Violet. "Hello, daughter of my. I always thought that Helen killed you, when she run from me."
Violet stiffens in her mother's arms as Rise speaks. "You... you were The Wizard?" she whispers, horror dawning on her features. Her hands clutch at Helen tighter; panic spreading like wildfire through her body.
"Helen didn't kill me," Violet cries, shaking her head fiercely. "We were never meant to meet again... I thought she saved you!" Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she struggles to understand the truth unfolding before her.
"I never thought that Helen love you, after all - you are part of my bloodline! The villain bloodline. Heroes always kills our kind. Doesn't they? As far as I remember, it was your family that let Syndrome died after his cloak stuck in airplane."
Tears flood Helen's eyes as she looks into Violet's anguished face, her heart shattering all over again. A part of her wants to deny Rise's words, but another knows that he might be telling the truth. She swallows thickly and gently caresses Violet's cheek with the back of her hand, trying to offer what comfort she can in this impossible situation.
"I-I didn't know... about you, about your father," Helen whispers hoarsely. "But I would never hurt you, Violet. I swear it." Her voice trembles with emotion as she begs her daughter to believe her. "We can figure this out together. We'll find a way to prove that what Rise is saying isn't true..."
But even as she speaks the words, Helen feels a growing sense of hopelessness and desperation churning within her. She knows there is no easy solution to this mess; only heartache and pain for everyone involved.
"What do you expect from me? I'm just want to see my daughter after all these years. I'm not going to kill any of you or anything."
"Violet..." Helen starts, her voice cracking with emotion as she looks into her daughter's tear-streaked eyes. "No matter what happens, you need to know that we love you, and we will never stop fighting for you." She takes a shaky breath and continues, her determination bolstered by the love she feels surging through her veins. "We can find a way out of this together, but we have to stay strong... and trust each other."
"If she refuses to stay with me, she can return home. Violet is my daughter. She is not my prisoner, Helen." Rise noticed.
Violet looks up at her mother with wide, questioning eyes, clearly torn between the two of them. For a long moment, they hold each other's gaze, silently communicating their love and fear and hope. Finally, Violet speaks in a small voice: "I want to go home... but..."
Helen's heart swells with relief as she feels the tension begin to ease between them. Reaching out, she smooths Violet's hair back from her face tenderly and nods toward Rise. "Alright," she whispers, "We can talk about this... together."
As they leave the villain's lair arm in arm, both mother and daughter glance over their shoulders one last time at the man who has brought so much turmoil into their lives. Neither of them voice what they are truly thinking; that perhaps there is some truth to Rise's words...and that maybe, just maybe, there's a part of him that really does want what's best for Violet. But those thoughts remain unspoken for now, lost in the midst of their shared determination to protect each other and find their way back home.
(They make DNA test and find out the truth: Rise said truth, he is Violet real father. After that they choose to speak with villain once again.)
As the days pass and evidence mounts, Violet begins to accept the truth about her father's identity. She spends hours on end researching, trying to understand who The Wizard was and why he abandoned her all those years ago. Helen is by her side every step of the way, offering comfort and support as they navigate this uncharted territory together.
Finally, they decide it's time to confront Rise once more. Though they are both wary and fearful of what lies ahead, they know that they can face anything as long as they have each other. They walk into his lair with renewed determination, ready to confront the truth head-on and forge a new path forward for their family... together.