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A/N: I've been working on and off on this story since January 26, 2013 and some how I've finally been able to produce enough for this first chapter and the second one- both are short yes, but It wasn't easy to write this-My head wasn't in the game but my muse kept trying to beat me with story plot that I could barely write T_T
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Bernard's P.O.V
I dreamed of a world in which I wasn't persecuted for being different, for having issues with emotions. I was a good boy; I didn't mean to do things to harm others! I cried out to those around me;
"I didn't mean it! I didn't want to hurt you! I didn't mean to do those things!"
The crowd closed in, crying in outrage. This was only a dream! This couldn't be happening again;
"You're a bad boy! No one loves you, no one misses you!"
And the bodies moved in till I felt them on every inch of my body, my skin crawling at the touch;
"NO!"
I felt the bodies slither across my face; my eyes shot open, only sheets damp by my sweat covered my face. Only a dream I couldn't escape from again. I got up and made my way to the kitchen, it had only been a few weeks since I got my life back...Megamind had made sure that I got the job in the museum and a new apartment with almost all my old things that for some reason the landlady of my last place had kept. The landlady had sold my place so hence the new apartment, it was nice and well within my means. It looked better than my old one...apparently she had told the cops I must have been kidnapped but they couldn't find any evidence of that, even with Megamind parading as me. I was so plain that no one noticed me or that my behavior had changed.
I grabbed a cup and let the cool water of the tap sooth my aching throat. My life was different now, all I had worked on was obsolete. MegaMind was now a good boy now... unlike me, I was unclean...not fit to live in this world. The world that shunned me and thought of me as a boring, pathetic, waste of space that couldn't do anything but nothing. I sighed and took a seat at the island, what could I do? What could stop these nightmares from plaguing my mind like they had all those years ago when the mob had surrounded me…beat me. Used me?
MegaMind's P.O.V
"You killed me."
Blood dripped off of glasses, down his chin. The dead look in his eyes, like they had never been alive.
"Bernard…I didn't kill you!"
A hand rose, one covered in blood. It felt cool on my skin as it slid down my face to my neck;
"If you didn't why am I dead?"
"Your not! Banged up yeah but not dead!"
His slim hand grasped my neck, squeezing painfully tight;
"Murderer, monster, freak!"
I pushed away from him, his nails digging into my neck as they scraped away from it. Stinging-burning pain lanced across the sensitive flesh;
"No!"
Bernard fell to the ground lifeless, I darted to him, rolling him over, his face suddenly replaced with only bone and blood;
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
I took a deep shuttering breath as I woke from the nightmare; why did I keep dreaming of him? Why did I keep dreaming of his cold, lifeless eyes... blood on my hands? The sweet yet coppery smell of blood? I shifted in the bed and swung my feet to the carpet and found my slippers, I knew I couldn't go back to sleep after that dream-nightmare. Not with the smell of blood still in my nostrils, and his eyes haunting me every time I closed my eyes. Bernard had been angry and fearful when Minion nursed him back to health. Those eyes still came to me when I wasn't busy...scratch that, even when I was working.