He sat, horrified, in the chair he normally found himself sitting in when called through to the Wardens office. Minion, sitting on his lap, looked equally aghast at what had just been explained to him by the Warden sat on the other side of the desk.

"No." he said straight away.

"It isn't up to debate."

"It should be!" Megamind spat back, getting to his feet so suddenly Minion fell onto the floor with a clang and his orb, which held his head in place disconnected from his robot body and rolled along the floor. "How can you do this to me?"

"Sit down." the Warden spat, getting to his own feet. Normally in such a situation Megamind would do just that, step down, do as he was told. Today however, he was not. He stood there, fists at his sides, green eyes narrowed and a look of determination on his face. "Don't make me strap you down into the chair."

"It won't change a thing." Megamind hissed.

The Warden knew this to be true. Sighing, he pressed a hand to his forehead. "No I guess it won't."

"I'm not going." Megamind said simply. "I'm not."

"You have to, it's already been decided." the Warden replied, lowering his hand and wishing he could light a cigarette right now.

"Without asking me?" the blue boy was aghast.

"You're a minor and they don't have to ask you anything. Besides, it's for your own good."

"My own good, my own good?" screamed Megamind. "Removing me from my home? Shoving me into some male penitentiary division? That's good for me?"

"You're a teenager!" Warden shot back. "You're surrounded by women, and you're a boy! Do the maths!"

Megamind paused, brain working over time, and felt like it was short-circuiting for a moment. He reeled back with a look of absolute disgust on his face. "They think I would...!"

"It's not healthy for you to remain in a female holding facility. You have to be moved to the prison across town. Besides," the Warden picked up some paper work. "it'll be closer to your new High School so that'll be a plus."

"I haven't even started at my new high school yet!" he pointed out, "So you expect me to not only go to a new high school but a new jail? What kind of strain do you think that will have on a normal teenager, and I'm anything but normal! You're doing this on purpose, I know you are!"

"Oh please don't give me that 'I wish I was never born' shtick." the Warden frowned, eyes locked with the scrawny alien.

"No. I wish you had never been born." Megamind whispered.

What followed was expected, really. He had crossed a line, and the next thing he was aware of he was being dragged kicking and screaming out of the office by two guards, another guard retrieved Minion's head and body (which had been wandering around blindly) and threw them into solitary. Naturally, Minion hadn't done anything wrong but it was just established where Megamind went, Minion did too.

He had never felt this angry before in his life, never. How could they do this to him? Because they feared he was going to suddenly have the urge to sleep with a woman sexually and take advantage of one of the many women around him? That was positively disgusting that they would assume a thing like that about him, and because why? He was a boy? If his sex had been such an issue why hadn't they moved him straight away into a male prison? Why let him get comfortable and accustomed here only to rip him away from it at such an important time in his life?

Megamind was well aware Minion was saying words to him but the anger boiling away inside of him was blocking out everything in the world. His fists began to swing and they met the brick walls surrounding him. The pain stung and rushed up his arms but he did it again, slamming his fists again and again into the wall while screaming out in rage and bitter anger.

The screams slowly melted into whimpers and he slid down the wall to the floor, his hands bruised and bleeding, and covered his face. The anguish was too much, it was over powering him and soon he felt nothing at all.

How long he lay there, exhausted from his outburst, with Minion leaning against him and watching him with worry and fret, Megamind would never know.

"Blue, Blue. C'mon Blue, don't be a drama queen."

Dutch's voice was the first thing he was aware of when his eyes finally began to slowly peel themselves open.

"Finally. Thought you'd burst a blood vessel in that big head of yours!" she grinned down at him as he lay there in the medic bay.

Blue scrunched his eyes shut again and whimpered, before opening them fully. Why was he in here again-oh yeah. Now he remembered, as he stared up at the tiled ceiling of the medic bay where all inmates were sent when they hurt themselves, or were hurt by somebody else. His eyes turned glassy again, and he looked up at Dutch.

"What is it?" Dutch asked, her voice normally so strong and confident now suddenly lined with worry as she saw such a distressing expression on the boy's face.

"I'm being moved." he said quietly, lifting one hand to see it was bandaged and one of his fingers were even in a splint. Had he broken it? He didn't even remember it. "They... they can't have me here anymore."

Dutch was quiet as she thought over why this was happening. It was true, Blue was turning thirteen soon, did that have anything to do with it? Then it hit her. 'Teen'. Teenager. How would a normal, red-blooded teenage boy full of hormones and chemicals respond to being in a prison full of women? Probably badly, but Blue was not a normal human being, he was a little alien who had so far shown little to no interest in women 'that' way. Yet he was still being taken away.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry." she whispered as she reached out and pet his head gently. He jerked his head away, shutting his eyes. Dutch frowned, and would normally launch into a scolding but she could see he was upset enough as it was laying here in the hospital room, hands bandaged and life changing for the worst. She would leave him for now, and go to tell the girls that he was leaving the prison and find out from the Warden just when.

Once they were alone, Minion finally spoke up.

"Don't worry, Sir. I'll be with you, always." the fish insisted, to which Megamind gently set one of his bandaged hands onto the orb.

"I know." he replied softly. "I can always rely on you, Minion..."

"Of course, Sir." Minion smiled, nuzzling against the glass affectionately. He watched as his ward (that's what he was, it was his mother's last order to him was to take care of the boy no matter what) slowly fell asleep again. The fish then sighed in a tired way and drifted to the bottom of his orb. This was not a good thing, not a good thing at all. Not only was Blue-sorry, Megamind, going to a new school next term but now a new prison? He wouldn't know anyone. How would he manage in an environment full of burly, strong men?

Men were all about intimidation. What if they hurt him? What if he was beaten up, or... or... Minion shook himself, trying to rid himself of horrid mental imagery. He'd be there, and he'd make sure the young alien would have at least one friend there for him.

Those women who had cells surrounding Blue's watched through their bars as some of the guards went about cleaning out the alien's home. They tugged at the pieces of paper that hung suspended from the ceilings on pieces of string only to toss them into bins. Photographs, however few they were, thankfully were saved in a folder. But beyond that folder, nothing else was saved at all.

"You guys think you're so tough don't you?" Spider called through her bars. "Those're important to him."

"Quiet in there.' one of the guards, a new boy to the force, snarled. "He's being moved, I doubt the other place will want these doodles everywhere."

Spider just glared at him. She, like many of the women, had been appalled at the news and reason for Blue's move. She was worried, too, scared even. Men were animals, cruel and disgusting ones who took great pleasure out of asserting their authority by using their fists. Blue would be broken in half on his first day, and for the rest of his life when going to such a hole.

Her eyes widened when she suddenly remembered something. She grinned slowly and withdrew into her cell, making a mental note to write a letter for the boy.

By the time the alien was able to leave the medical bay, it was the day of his move. The timing spurned him, and he hated it. Luckily though he was capable of fixing Minion's head back onto his robot body so the fish trotted along besides him like a faithful dog as two guards down the long hallway led him. It was equally cruel that his move time was when all the prisoners were still in their cells.

As he walked he heard calls from the in mates, all of them wishing him well, the best of luck, and to keep his chin up. He gave a small smile in thanks, but he felt his heart getting ready to explode when he heard Dutch's voice.

"Remember Blue," she called out from her second floor cell, "You're better then all of those goons!"

He looked up at her and smiled weakly. "I'll remember, I will...!"

He approached the transfer point where he was to collect his things. The man behind the panel pulled out a single folder. "All right, these are yours." he handed them over, and Megamind took them into his hands. It was mostly photos, some newspaper clippings and little to nothing else. However he was unaware that there was a letter sitting amongst the photos, slipped in by the Warden when asked by Spider.

The prison bus never felt so alone before, despite Minion sitting there besides him. Since this was a longer trip, Megamind's wrist cuffs were chained to the railings along the inside of the bus. He turned his head and stared at the prison, and watched as the bus started up and began to drive away. The prison began to fall away, out of sight, and out of reach but it would never be out of mind. His lower lip trembled, but he turned his face away so he was no longer watching.

"It'll be all right, Sir." Minion whispered softly. "You'll see."

Megamind wanted to be positive, to agree, to hope that things would be fine, that he would manage without any of his aunts guidance and good advice. But he was still a child, in many ways, and he still felt fear. He would never admit it to anyone, not even Minion... but he was scared.

He was scared when the bus stopped, and he was led out into the rain that had begun to drizzle at some point during his bus trip. When had that happened? He hadn't even noticed, how pathetic was that? But he was still scared, even more so when he was led up the pathway leading to the jail. It seemed this prison had far different schedule then the women's one, since there were numerous men on either side of the fences.

"Fresh blood!"

"Is he blue?"

"What the Hell is that?"

"Dude he's like a pencil!"

"Is that a fish?"

"You're gonna be mine, blue boy!"

That alone terrified him and he hurried his pace to keep up with the guards. Once inside the prison he was weighed, measured, photographed, stripped and showered before being handed his brand new prison suit. Unlike the female prison whose outfit was a breathable material, this one was itchy and starchy. He tugged it on before being told to move along, and shown through to his new cell which was in the basement section of the prison; there were no windows, no nothing.

The room had the usual bed up against the wall, but most startling was the fact that this prison didn't have bars... at least his didn't. It had thick bulletproof glass. Nothing to hide behind, and this made him especially disturbed since the toilet in the corner allowed no privacy at all. He stared at the room, then at the guard, in absolute horror.

"Sorry kid. This is all they got available." said the guard, sounding honestly sorry, before showing him through. "You'll be informed of the schedule once your new Warden arrives, he'll explain everything for you. For now, just try to get comfortable, Blue."

"Megamind." he said quietly.

"What?" the guard asked.

"It's Megamind. Not Blue." Megamind explained, before moving into his cell.

The guard watched as the skinny pre-teen sat on his new bed, and his only friend joined him by leaping up besides him. Sighing, he slid the glass panel door shut and left the boy alone.

Megamind sat there, gripping the folder of his belongings tightly to his chest. Quickly his green eyes looked around the room. Were those walls padded? Just what kind of maniac lived in here, before him? There were no sharp corners, nothing he could lift, not a thing.

He hated it already, the unfamiliarity of it, the jeers and calls he had already received, and the coldness of it all.

This wasn't home. This was a jail.