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Megamind. That was the name he wished his mother would call him. Megamind, not Mark, like everyone else in the city. They loved him. He was their hero. A bitter snippet of laughter escaped from his mouth before he shut it back up again. His eyes closed, grabbing the de-gun in its holster, getting ready.
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Mother. That was a laugh. Adoptive mother, adoptive father. He called them Mother and Father, like a good little boy, the good boy he was and was expected to be. He loved the spotlight, he was born for it, but when he was out of the spotlight...that was when Mother and Father fought, sometimes over him, sometimes about him, sometimes about each other.
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Roxanne. The one person he had ever done this for. But he could tell she still thought nothing of him. He was a hero, her hero, but not her knight, not the one she wanted. He could see it in the way she looked at him when he saved her from Metro King. The way she looked at him with admiration and respect, but not love, never true affection.
Gratitude. That was all.
He whipped out the de-gun, zapping the wall in front of him to nothing and leaping out, laser held up high, Minion on the sidelines, cheering for him like everyone else. His gaze swept across the crowd as he bowed and waved, leaped on Minion's shoulders for a few laughs, and finally leaped right into the crowd as they passed him around like a rockstar.
"MEGAMIND!" they all cried, all the voices of Metrocity. All of them...except one. Except the only one that mattered to him. The only voice he loved.
Roxanne Ritchi wasn't watching him. She wasn't here. Maybe she was at home. It was her day off, after all. Maybe she was watching on the TV. Or maybe she just didn't think enough of him to bother. He put on a good show, danced with Minion and some of the brainbots, cut a ribbon, signed autographs, cracked a few jokes about the size of his head, even kissed a few babies.
When he and Minion put on their jetpacks and flew into the sky, fireworks lighting up the darkening sky behind them, Roxanne Ritchi still wasn't there. She hadn't come at all.
And when Megamind and Minion, or "Gerald," as his mother called him, reached the little schoolhouse they used to get away from Mother, he barely got to the couch before he started to cry.
It didn't seem like anything he could do would ever make Roxanne love him. Never. Not anything. It was hopeless.
And despite Minion's comforting, that night, much like many nights before, Megamind cried himself to sleep, still dressed in his white and gold.
He hated those colors. He wished those colors had never been invented. They were the colors Roxanne knew him for.
And Roxanne didn't seem to know him for much of anything.
Author Comments:
My friend Rebekers gave me this story idea. What would happen if Megamind had landed in the Scott Mansion, and Metro Man in jail? Let us find out. ANON!