*Disclaimer: I do not own Dr. Horrible's sing along blog or any of it's characters. I did, however, make up this story as I am a fan of the mini-movie*
Prologue
She never knew it was him, not even in her last seconds of life. She looked up at him, with concern in her eyes and called him Billy. She asked if he was alright, even though she was the one who was injured. Panic had flooded heart but he'd been unable to move. The light had left her eyes a few seconds later. He had hardly noticed the cold, numbing sensation filling his chest slowly. He picked her up and slowly carried her to the gurney. He placed her down gently and watched them wheel her away. By the time he noticed the numbness it had spread down his arms to his fingers and down his legs to his toes. He was numb and couldn't feel a thing.
Chapter One
Dr. Horrible sat through another one of Bad Horse's meetings. He'd risen up in the ranks quickly; he was now second only to Bad Horse himself. Bad Horse had made Dr. Horrible his right hoof more than a month ago. No one really resented him for it, Dr. Horrible just did what he had to, and he performed the crimes Bad Horse asked him to and never asked for or expected anything in return. Bad Horse didn't worry either as Dr. Horrible didn't show any interest in taking his position as the baddest of the bad. He'd only taken the rank of Bad Horse's right hoof because Bad Horse told him too. Bad Horse had been repeating something about expanding their efforts and crimes, something about worldwide-something. He was listening, but nothing really sunk in. He lived in the present, not the past and not the future. Only things that would be taking place immediately, such as tomorrow's list of crimes, affected him. He didn't listen to anyone else's crimes or boasts.
Moist nervously looked at his shoes as Dr. Horrible walked into the room. He was no longer Billy, not even at home. He was always dressed as, and addressed as Dr. Horrible. He was no longer Moist's friend. He now only viewed Moist as his henchman. Moist tagged along during raids, robberies, and over all crimes. He did Dr. Horrible's dry cleaning, cleaning, cooking, and washing. He even did his laundry, Wednesdays and Saturdays, every Wednesday and Saturday and only on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Everything, they hardly even talked. Dr. Horrible wasn't the same anymore; his eyes were distant, and emotionless. Not cold, as even cold would be an emotion. They were just, emotionless, numb, empty, Billy wasn't there anymore, only Dr. Horrible. Dr. Horrible walked in and threw a big stack of papers at Moist. Not in a mean way, more like one throws a coat on a sofa. You don't have feelings toward the sofa; Dr. Horrible had no feels toward anyone, not even Moist. Every ten pages were tied together; it was a stack of five packets. "Those are our next targets, Bad Horse gave us a list of crimes to commit, and he wants to make sure the city knows its place. He also feels like adding diamond studs to his gold chain" he said. Moist nodded, though he knew Dr. Horrible wasn't watching him. They'd gotten Bad Horse the gold to make that gold chain, it wasn't like a rapper's necklace, the chain was used for other purposes... They'd also gotten him the small diamonds he wanted for his golden horse shoes. Bad Horse liked people to know of his power before they got squashed. "Our first job is tomorrow at ten, the bank." He said as he walked into his lab and shut the door behind him. Moist barely caught the last word.
Dr. Horrible was never the same; he sang one last song as he carried Penny's body to the gurney. He'd continued the tune of his success throughout his initiation party, which was thrown in honor of his entry in the Evil League of Evil. He'd carried it out as he got into his new villain coat and as he entered Bad Horse's room. He canceled his blog, took all his white lab coats and pictures and threw them in a closet, locking the door. He never sang again.
Bad Horse had once sent them on a job around the world, about four months ago. The name Dr. Horrible became known worldwide. They'd had to get silver, gold, bronze, diamonds, rubies, sapphires and other gem stones from the best vaults around the world. He had wanted to test them, their abilities and their loyalty. Though Moist, kinda felt Bad Horse actually needed the money for one of the plans he was forming, he didn't give it much thought though. He'd had tagged along in each heist, as always. Bad Horse had named him Dr. Horrible's henchman, as in permanent henchman. As long as the Evil League of Evil was under Bad Horse's rule Dr. Horrible couldn't get another henchman. Moist didn't want to think about it, but couldn't help but wonder if he'd still be his henchman if it weren't for Bad Horse.
Moist sighed and put on his gloves so as to not get the papers wet. He tried to wear gloves often; Dr. Horrible didn't shake off dampened papers nearly as easily as Billy had. He would go over each job so he could be ready for them, Dr. Horrible sure as hell wouldn't be telling him anything. He thought back to what had been going on in the news. Right now Dr. Horrible was one of the most well-known villains, as well as one of the most feared. Bad Horse was still the most feared globally, but Dr. Horrible had a fan club...and groupies! Dr. Horrible was always in the news; he was named Worst Villain Ever. He didn't know, though or he didn't care. Dr. Horrible hadn't even listened to Moist when he tried to tell him that Captain Hammer was in therapy. Moist had hidden the paper with the article about Penny. Now he hoped he hadn't. Maybe seeing "Country Mourns What's-her-name" on the paper would have made Dr. Horrible feel something, anything. Maybe then he wouldn't act like this, maybe then they'd still be friends.
*Sorry for the short chapters, they'll most likely get longer the further into the story I get. =)*
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