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Docility

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By Syrubis (Hyenism)

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Updated THURSDAYS Every Second Week
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Notes from the Author

Last Chapter ~ A simple trip upstairs revealed a lot of things and while Friends is certainly not a word he would have paired with him and Roxanne, now that it's in place it makes a lot of sense. With so many things coming together he's found that he's not as detached from the ex-reporter as he once thought and it seems they have a lot in common, a thirst for bloody explosions among them.

(This story is from the perspective of the sinister Megamind, for more Fanfiction check out Insecurities, or from the perspective of Roxanne check out Noir et Bleu)

Sorry for the incredibly long wait. I'm trying to get back into it after a lot of unexpected issues. Hopefully I'll be able to start updating again. As always, reviews are very much appreciated, tell me what you do and don't like. I've never written any sort of gore or violence before so this is a new for me, I'm starting slow and will be working my way up so tips and criticism is welcome. I feel like a lot of this is a bit OC and I'm not really happy with it, but it'll do.

The Internal Monologues will be in ITALIC
Notes, data or information read will be in BOLD or `Italic`

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Chapter Four xXx With Friends Like These

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Song for Inspiration

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Morning brought about many new questions and very few answers. For a 'person' of his level of intelligence this wasn't as unusual as one might think, nevertheless, it did little to ease him of the metaphorical burden he had been carrying his entire life.

As a child he'd come to understand that friends was a term used between himself and minion, on the rare occasion, not a term that could be associated between himself and a human. His entire life he'd been ostracized because of what he was and he'd come to the sound conclusion that his kind and their kind were incapable of mingling on an equal playing field, Roxanne on the other hand had just blown that once sound theory into a million scattered pieces which led the genius to an odd, somewhat life changing, conclusion. She didn't see what he was, but, who he was.

And that simply left him with the earth shattering question- who was he? He was the bad guy, the killer, the hunter, the villain. He was the one who always pulled the trigger, the guy at the end of the gun. He was the person you booed at when you saw him stand next to the hero, the one you always wanted dead. He was the bad guy in every book, he wore the face of every murder. So why was it this charming, once innocent, woman had chosen him over the other side, the right side. The good side, the hero's side. What did he have that made her cross that border? He didn't lure her with trickery, didn't offer her wealth or power. She came to him of her own choosing which begged the answer, why? Who was he to her?

He was who he was. And she wanted that in her life…

"Most people don't wake up looking that confused."

Indeed. "Good morning, Miss Ritchie."

"Morning, sleeping beauty."

Eyes bright, alert and slightly glossy. She's had enough rest.

"It's good to see you so… Awake." He yawned, propping himself up on one arm.

"Wish I could say the same, you look like crap, I can barely stand to see it."

He narrowed his eyes challengingly. "I said it was good to see you awake, not that you looked good."

"You're right, I look great! Don't I?" she replied, leaning in closer with a sly grin.

"Well your mass certainly does." He mimicked her grin, admittedly with a more sinister glow.

"Oh? So that's how you want to play this, dare a point out your distinct lack of mass?"

"I'm not sure I feel the insult." He chuckled, leaning in closer as though trying to scare her off with his fangs.

"I'm not sure anyone feels anything at all where you're involved."

"Not what your mother said last night."

Roxanne blinked for a couple of moments, her smile fading. "Did you just… Really? A 'your mother' joke? Have you no shame?" she laughed. He could feel her breath tickle his face, smell her scent. It finally occurred to him how close he'd gotten and he moved away quickly. It didn't go unnoticed and Roxanne quickly pulled back too, her eyes downcast as she tried to avoid his own green gaze. He'd made her uncomfortable, it wasn't necessary.

"I'm sorry." He said gently. "I don't mean to offend."

"Oh, no, you don't." she said quickly. Looking anywhere but at him. It wasn't that he didn't want to… It's not like he did, either. Not quite… Anyway. Roxanne was a very peculiar case, for as long as she'd been a reporter he'd kidnapped her time and time again, sure he said it was because of Wayne but that wasn't entirely true. They'd banter a lot, sometimes chat, more jokingly but there was always something honest in the way she'd speak. He enjoyed her company, there was no denying it, and he knew she was of the same mind. They had an understanding of sorts but after the years went on both of them noticed that sometimes the kidnappings were… unnecessary, simply opportunities for him to see her. Not for any real purpose, they'd just joke, mock one another but she'd smile at him. One of those fleeting gentle smiles, like she was saying goodbye just before her rescue. No one… No one smiled like she did… Not to him.

"So… You wanted to talk?" he asked slowly, sitting up properly in bed to give her his full attention.

"Right, about the plan." She nodded. "It's nothing grand, not in comparison to yours. It's not safe for us to stay here. Just outside the city there's a small farm town, lots of fields and not a whole lot of people, there's an old abandoned school there. It's pretty big, three stories. We could take up residence in the school, convert it into a decent lair."

"A… School… And you're sure?"

"Yeah, it's easy to miss and not many people even know it's still out there, I checked with the warden too, it's owned by an elderly woman who lives nearby. She doesn't get out much." She said with a wink. "The trouble is, it's still a fair drive, and you're not well enough to be out of a bed for so long."

"I think I'll be just fine sleeping in the back seat." He said with a quirked brow. "I'm not that sick."

Roxanne smiled but averted her gaze again, brushing her hair behind her ear. "It's not just that, though. I mean, honestly I'm not entirely sure why we've been so lucky until now, but if we tried to leave I'm sure people would attack us, what happens if we get stuck in traffic? Or even slow down long enough for them to start whatever it is they're going to do? You're sick, and I'm just… Me. She sighed in a rather depressed manner, slumping in her seat and resting her hands in her lap.

Just me? She spoke it in a way one might refer to a grain of sand. Just me, insignificant, inconsequential, irrelevant, unimportant. She slumped, she was ashamed. Of what? How could she even reason such a thing?

"The invisible car?"

"Gone" she replied apologetically.

He smiled. "Miss Ritchie, you wouldn't mind if I pulled apart some of your electronics, would you?"

"Depends which ones, you're not touching my laptop."

"I'll just need it for some programming, but it will remain intact." He winked.

"What ones will you need?" she asked with a smile, standing up and brushing herself off, which was entirely ridiculous as she had nothing to brush off in the first place. He beamed up at her like a child then slowly began listing off what he'd need.

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His bed had turned into a pile of assorted mechanics, tools lay across his lap and broken wiring tangled around his blankets. Roxanne had given him a desk that stretched just over his legs, and another beside his bed, all of which were covered in tiny pieces of machinery, that appeared to be a mess but was carefully categorized and placed as per his minds request. He was lost to the world as he worked, blissfully unaware of the troubles around him. Minion and Roxanne were upstairs, baking he'd guess, judging from the pleasant smell wafting down to greet him.

So far he'd found the sufficient parts to make two watches, they were fully programmed and once scanned with a sufficient body they'd be in full working order. The third was slightly more difficult to make, and he'd been unable to find the right sized cog and so had to replace and re-create a large section of working mechanics.

Roxanne was rather taken with the watch he'd created some time ago, he'd used it in a few kidnappings and she was always rather keen to hear how it worked. Of course he'd never told her, even villains had secrets. Nevertheless once he'd told Roxanne he'd be able to make more she'd assisted him in forming a rather flawless plan. The two would lure in three civilians, kill them or knock them unconscious, scan them, hide them, then leave. They'd have to walk a short way, which would be the biggest challenge for him, but after that they'd easily be able to get a car and make their way out of the city.

Roxanne had suggested that they speak to the warden prior, to assure them that after their part was played there'd be no issues, no being pulled over for their stolen vehicle, no being trapped by traffic. Easy sailing, if you will. He wasn't sure, he didn't know if the warden could be trusted, he was an ally in this, had always been a bit of an ally, but this was very different. He'd rather take his chances.

The warden had few weaknesses, power being one of them. Megamind had little doubt that this particular weakness was the driving force in their current alliance, there was a debt here, whether Roxanne know of it or not. There was always something else, no one ever helped without expecting something in return. For Roxanne it may very well just be the fact he's still alive, but that wasn't something that made sense to him.

He didn't want to keep stressing over it, he just wanted to work. And so he did, for many hours. In the end he'd dismantled and reconstructed all three watches several times, re-programmed them all appropriately, and now had them laid out before him. They had to be perfect, there wasn't time for error. If the fields were too large they'd appear distorted, pixelated. Too small and their true bodies would poke through the digital meshing. They had to be perfectly adjusted to give them about two centimeters give between flesh and imagery, and the largest had to be capable of making minion not seem as… Massive, as he really was.

Roxanne made her way downstairs, her steps lighter, largely due to being so well rested. He turned to face her as she entered the room, well, garage.

"How are you going?" she asked, placing a plate of cookies on a small section of empty table.

"All done." He replied with a stretch, he closed his eyes in a yawn and was surprised to find Roxanne's orbs focused on his stomach when he finally opened his own. He puts his arms down slowly, severally aware of his exposed skin. He smirked. "What're you looking at?" he mocked, propping his elbows on the table and resting his head on his hands, a wide mocking smile across his face. He'd expected her to joke back, not look guilty. His eyes narrowed, becoming analytical.

"Uh, nothing!" She said rather quickly. "So, when are we going to lure someone in?" she asked, obviously changing the subject. Megamind didn't answer for a moment as he focused on her, in particular the way she was acting. She'd come in quite relaxed but now looked like she was on her toes, ready to flee.

Avoiding eye-contact, fidgeting, rubbing her arms, nervous, uncomfortable. Blushing? Yes, definitely tinted cheeks. Embarrassment, awkwardness, unease?

She was probably put off, he was far from human, tiny in comparison to the typical male of her species, his structure similar to that of the starving, though his bones did not protrude. He slid back from the table, leaning against the back of the bed and putting as much distance between the two as possible. Another reminder of how different they were, he supposed.

"Any time you're ready, I'd like to test it first, though. I just need you to try it on, I've scanned…" he slowed to a stop, his eyes unfocused as he stared into the distance. He'd scanned himself… Would she be, put off? He needed to test it, and he couldn't ask to scan her and then go running around in her skin… Somehow his mind had reasoned that it would be okay for her to do so instead, but out of the two of them, she'd be more disgusted by that…

"Oh? So you want me to put it on, see if it covers me or whatnot?" She asked, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. She took the watch from the table and fitted it around her wrist. He watched her with concern; she was a clever one but for some reason was completely indifferent to the scenario. Maybe she'd missed something? Maybe he'd missed something…

She looked it over for a bit, curious, before spinning the dial to the correct setting, a hastily scribbled 'one'. For a moment it did nothing. Then, with a whir, it began to work. Roxanne watched in fascination as the glow began to silhouette her before wrapping her in a dull red mesh. It filled in slowly, the watch ticking as each pixel coloured in. It wavered, as though unsure just how tall or wide she was and she looked up at him curiously.

He smiled affectionately. "It's because it's the first time you've used it. It needs to adjust the scans to fit your body properly. Otherwise it may bend the scan mid fore-arm instead of the elbow. Issues like that."

She watched it, her skin flickering to a dark blue shade, the sleeves of her top disappearing as they were replaced with his own. To her, it was amazing, to him… He watched it with horror. Her hands were instinctually drawn to the new fabric, her blue fingers touching the surface, sinking partially in. "Whoa. Trippy."

"Indeed." He replied to the perfect mirrored image of himself. Admittedly slightly thicker to compensate for her breasts, which he was thankful for. The last thing he wanted to see was his own form with Roxanne's chest poking through his skin.

"I still sound like me?"

"I don't have the right parts to convert your voice." He replied apologetically, she seemed too excited to notice. For some unknown reason she seemed to be having a lot of fun walking around in his skin, her expression looking painfully odd on his face. She giggled excitedly, twirling on the spot. Megamind made a mental note to never EVER do that himself.

"Just watching you is an offense to my body." He mocked, drumming his fingers on the table, there was a discomfort in the pit of his stomach that ought not be there.

"Really? I think I pull it off really well, here, watch, my villain walk!" she laughed, hunching over and clasping her hands in front of her, grinning like a half crazed psycho. That was a look he needed to mirror, it was quite possibly the most disturbing sight he'd ever seen.

"Okay, you can take me off now."

She giggled lightly. "That just sounds so… Wrong…"

"Imagine how I'm feeling."

Roxanne laughed, flicking the dial and watching as the mesh faded quickly, revealing her beneath. Megamind smiled, waving her over and taking the watch as she offered it back to him. When it was safely in his palm he moved to close his fingers around it, capturing her hand in his, entirely be accident. He felt his hand burn and the look he gave her must have been one of shock, or complete and utter fear, because the same look quickly mimicked in her own eyes. He hated that look on her, more than anything. She was frozen, terrified, and unsure of what to do; he could see it all in those gorgeous orbs.

He didn't withdraw his hand, he ignored the burning, and instead brought his other hand on top of hers, a gentle smile crossing his usually harsh features. "Keep hold of it, it's yours now." He said gently. He watched her face soothe, she returned his smile and after a moment he slowly moved back and he let his hands return to his lap, instantly sorting through the remains of disassembled machines. He didn't look up again, he could feel her, it burnt but he ignored it. He would not 'wipe her away'. He didn't want her to feel like that around him again, so uncertain. It made his stomach turn.

"I'm going to go let minion know they're finished." She said with a grin, practically dancing out of the room while she fiddled with the watch. She seemed happy now, had he made the right move?

In the short but overbearing silence that followed he itched at his hands several times then crossed his arms, the sound of his heart thrumming in his ears. It wasn't just fear though, that couldn't be it. There was something else, which for many year's he'd ignored. At a younger age he had been rather… Fond… Of the lovely Miss Ritchie, but after some time had come to except that there was nothing and would never be anything there. He'd always had a liking for her, but there was a time where he could safely say he wanted her to be his. He hadn't considered her in that way since. He didn't know, but he recognized the fear of rejection, the worry over how she was feeling in his presence.

He knew it was because of all she'd done that made him like this, and he'd knew once it settled into place he'd be just fine. That didn't stop his mind from wondering. He didn't want her, and though he might need her now he wouldn't forever, she'd leave eventually and that didn't make him sad. He wasn't interested in her the same as all those years ago, and he'd never be interested in her, they were too different and quite frankly he doubted their anatomy's were made to work together. Nevertheless he felt like he wanted her to be happy, and when she smiled it made him smile and feel like everything was okay. He supposed it wasn't that bad, but he'd be happier when he didn't have that kind of attachment to anyone.

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When the sun began to disappear, giving way to the silent of night, Roxanne practically dragged him from his bed. He'd fallen asleep just a short while ago and had been woken to the seize and capture of his blankets. Roxanne merely laughed at him in much the same manner he used to laugh at others before he killed them, it was unnerving in a really lovely way. He grinned up at the figure towering over him, water gun in hand.

"You really do have the most peculiar ways of waking someone, or is it just me you want to strip and soak?"

"You're wearing the right clothes for a wet top contest, but no, I like to strip and soak all the men that sleep in my bed."

"Oh? You little mynx." He grinned. "And here I thought you'd be the shy kind."

Roxanne scoffed then grinned playfully, aiming the gun at him, he held his hands up in defense and after a several minute silent showdown Roxanne allowed him his freedom and dryness. Well, until he called her spineless, at which point she 'shot' him square in the chest.

Megamind shivered at the unwelcome chill but with pressing matters he chose to allow her this victory, which earned him another scoff, before the two made their way upstairs. It was a difficult feat for the genius, but with Roxanne's assistance he was able to reach the top without collapsing. His recovery was going as schedule, but the wounds were deep, he was healing almost perfectly on the outside but he could feel the discomfort of bruising and cuts deeper than he was used to.

Roxanne helped him over to the couch and set herself on the coffee table facing him, paying no mind to the books and papers she sat on. She'd changed clothes from earlier, black jeans and a thin turtleneck, the material stretched easily and highlighted her most positive features. He considered her for a moment, but decided it would be more beneficial to pay attention to what she was saying, not that he couldn't do both but it seemed fairly pointless.

"I think we should wait for one of the smaller groups to come by and start messing around with the house, then I'll scream for help and we'll slug them when they come upstairs."

"Slug them? Oh, Miss Ritchi, that's terribly juvenile." He commented, folding his arms against his chest.

"Want to make me a stun gun? No? Then shush." She scowled, but the twinkle of amusement in her eyes betrayed the sincerity behind it.

"Very well" he mocked. "But I'm not sure… 'Slugging' them will work, it's very hard to tell how long they'll stay unconscious, or even if you'll be able to get them down before they hurt you." There was a tone of worry in his voice; he felt betrayed that it was even there.

"From a second till forever." She sighed, obviously quoting something she'd read. "My chances with a large heavy object are far better than just asking them to sit quietly while I copy their face."

"Probably, but your chances with a knife are better, a gun even better than that." He said, his tone even as he held her gaze, watching for the moment his meaning dawned on her.

She blinked at him for a moment before her eyes narrowed and he found his own analytical stare matched and doubled in ferocity. She was reading him, too, determining if he was serious, or if this was a test. Well, he suspected as much, really she could very well have been contemplating his nose for all he knew. Her muscles didn't tighten, she was still visibly relaxed.

"I don't have a gun." She replied dully.

"But you have a knife."

"I do."

"Can you use it?"

She smiled. "I think I can figure it out."

He watched her intently, her mouth was curved in a sinister smile. She's smiling but it only touches her lips, her eyes show amusement, wider than normal, they do not match the expression she is trying to show, but both are sincere. She's not nervous, uncomfortable, afraid, but excited.

She'll be Remorseless.

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When the time rolled by, which seemed far too long for the aliens liking, the two made their preparations. They were quick, packed some bags with what few possessions Roxanne found valuable, and some useful parts from Megamind's junked machines. They didn't end up with all that much and the whole lot fit securely in two backpacks and an old grocery bag Roxanne had in the kitchen drawers.

Megamind sat himself carefully on the bed in the garage, looking over the room as though it held some sort of deep emotional link to himself. Perhaps it did, after all, this was where he realized he still lived, rescued by the very person he assumed would be his downfall. He sighed and slid his sketchbook into the bag by his feet, zipping it up slowly before resting it beside him on the mattress. He folded his hands in his lap as he waited, Minion looming frighteningly from the doorway, watching his master with concerned eyes.

"Everything alright, sir?"

"Of course." He said, brushing the comment away with his tone.

"IIII Dunno, sir. You look a little less blue than normal."

Megamind considered his friend for a moment, he felt like he'd been ignoring him a bit the last few days, he knew this wasn't true but now that he was associating with someone else the time they were separated felt longer. That and he knew full well Minion could deal with anyone they wanted to scan, and he was sure Roxanne knew too. He was treating her like a guinea pig, he wanted to see if she could do what was required should their alliance be continued, their friendship. It wasn't fair, and it could be putting her in a lot of danger.

"She'll do fine, sir. You didn't see her when… Well, you know. Trust me, she's more capable than you think."

Megamind folded his arms against his chest, smirking at the little aquatic friend. How was it he always knew what was troubling him?

"Hey, there are four of them out front, they're planning to through a Molotov, you guys ready?" Roxanne asked, peering over Minions shoulder, having obviously missed their brief exchange. Megamind Nodded, sliding off the bed and swinging the heavy bag over his shoulder as he followed the other two. He dropped it by the door as he passed, where Roxanne stayed behind as she waited for Megamind to take his place upstairs.

He heard the small explosion of the Molotov and cringed, he despised humans, he really did, present company excluded. They were such filthy creatures. His mind flooded with information on past and present torture methods, crimes, disgusting habits and a whole lot more.

The trip upstairs was less tiring than before, mostly because Minion was there to keep him steady. He didn't switch the lights on but took his seat at the opposite end of the room. This would be the first time he ever played decoy. It was an odd sensation, a little fun, it would have been more so if he wasn't so worried that Roxanne would get hurt.

"Please, you have to help me!" Roxanne called out the front door, her voice muffled from below. Megamind wanted to respond to that call, even though he knew it was fake. He heard her talking frantically bellow but couldn't make out anything she was saying, whatever it was had worked, though, and within moments there were several sets of feet running up the stairs. They exploded into the lounge area as though someone's life depended on it but where disorientated in the sudden darkness of the room. Megamind's eyes were accustomed to this, he could see perfectly, in particular the yellow heat marks of three fully grown men, not for.

"Where's your forth?" He asked nonchalantly. They blinked into the darkness, finally seeing him just ahead. One of them turned around, looking for a missing companion. At which point he was grabbed by Minion. There was the audible crack followed by a hollowed thump as his body fell dead-weight to the floor. The remaining two jumped back slightly, quickly stepping away from the hulking form. One of them turned to run back downstairs but he only made the first two steps before there was a gasp, a muffled howl of pain and then the squelching sound of a knife being dragged haphazardly through flesh. There was a brief moment of silence before a loud slosh and several consecutive thuds followed as the male toppled down towards the bottom of the stairs.

Roxanne stepped into the room calmly, she wasn't used to the darkness either but she was easily able to locate the final male as he began stepping away slowly, his hands up defensively. "W-What are you d-doing?!" he asked, his body trembling. He tumbled over the coffee table and skittered away like a fearful rodent. Roxanne followed like the predator she was proving to be. There was a moment where both Megamind and Minion held their breath as the man, finally cornered, hurled himself towards the smaller woman, fearful for his life. She was struck and the two fell painfully, tangled up in each other's limbs.

Megamind quickly stood and rushed forward but his actions were unnecessary, within seconds Roxanne had managed to impale the man's throat on her knife and twisted it sloppily, drowning out the gurgling scream in seconds. He slumped on top of her and everything was silent.

"Are you going to help me or not?" Roxanne finally grumbled, to which there were several sighs of relief. Minion made his way over and lifted the man easily, Roxanne was covered in blood by this point, which she seemed a little displeased with but certainly not troubled or sickened, which was a good sign. Megamind was worried she might feel repulsed or anxious over what she had been asked to do, but she seemed to be handling herself well so far. He offered her his hand, which she refused and pushed herself up, wiping her face on her sleeve as she did so.

"Oh that was gross." She grumbled. "I hope that guy didn't have something bad, I think I got some in my mouth."

Megamind chuckled. "If he did, I can fix it, given some time and a new lab."

Roxanne scoffed "I'll hold you to that."

Megamind chuckled again, now turning his attention to the male Minion was still holding. "We won't be able to scan this one, everyone would see the slice. How are the other two?

"Umm…" Roxanne started, finally giving up on cleaning away the thick liquid. "The first one was the spine, the second one was the stomach, but I accidently sliced it open and everything sort of… Oozed out. But we can cover that with a shirt, right?" She asked, unsure.

"Should be fine, we'll just have to remove the leftovers before we scan, or it'll try incorporating it into the image, and that might be hard to explain."

"Just a bit" Roxanne laughed. "I'll go wash up a bit, then we'll leave." She added, tossing him her watch as she made her way back down the stairs, making a few remarks on the mess.

She's remorseless.

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