In this chapter we meet the evil guys of thid fic: The Doom Syndicate! The first evildoers we met are Psycho Delic (James) and Lady Doppler (Beth).

The lyrics belong to the song "Airplanes" by B.O.B. feat Hayley Willians of Paramore.

Chapter 6: Monochrome Airplane

(Lady Doppler's POV)

Late night. Everyone in this plane is sleeping, except me. Why does he always enjoy to torture me this way? I can't sleep until receive his call...He should called me two hours ago... Sometimes I understand why Mirage, my twin sister, decided to quit the club of the evil guys. At least, the good guys NEVER would leave a lady waiting for a call...

Ah, finally! Fortunatelly no one woke up...

"James?"

"Please, dear, don't waste your voice with that name. Call me..."

"Psycho Delic, I know."

"That's my Lady Doppler!", I can imagine his evil smile under these words. He always liked me, no matter what how many times I dumped him, he still believes we're meant to be.

"Shut up, idiot. Could you find Steve, and Carrie?"

"If you're talking about Puzzler and Hot Flash, yes. Oh, and we're interested about the new evil guy of Metro City, Tighten. All the Doom Syndicate believes that a hero-turned-villain is a hell's gift for our evil actions, we'll have to rescue him from jail. Too bad Megamind betrayed us all, and everything due to that nosy reporter... And I believe it's only a rumor, but I heard that Gru, one of our oldest members... He has also switched sides. Unfortunately we couldn't contact with Vector, either Syndrome, and his wife, Mirage is missing. Are you su...?

"For the last time, JAMES.", I know how he hates his real name, and I like it... "I'm 100% sure, Mirage left us, she isn't going to come back, face it already. You should be happy, at least she didn't betray us."

"Yeah, sure.", he seems tired of the conversation, "Let's talk about more important things, like your mission."

"Of course", I sighed. "You were right, Music Man is Metro Man in disguise. How could he be so stupid to keep his logo?"

"He's a lazy ass, we all know it. So, did he leave the city?"

"Yes, just as planned. But... not alone."

"What do you mean? He never had someone by his side, so no girlfriend, no sidekick, no dog to play with..."

"Really? I thought that reporter, Roxanne Ritchi..."

"Oh, Beth, please! Did you actually believe it, too? And I thought Megamind was naive... Ok, I know you're glaring right now, don't throw one of your storms here, please... Who's Metro Man's new friend?"

"I'm not very sure yet, he seems too much young and frail to have super-powers. But, knowing Metro Man..."

"Yes, I know what are you thinking. Keep an eye on them, maybe we'll see something interesting soon."

"Alright. Have an horrible night, Mr. Zombie."

"You too, my wicked Queen of all the the Evil things."

Clic.

Sometimes, it's really hard to hate him.
But watching Metro Man and that little boy, how they seem so happy together, sharing their warmth without any knowledge, just sleeping peacefully... That makes my heart ache, because the evildoers as me never will enjoy something like that.

Maybe Mirage was right.

(Wayne's POV)

I'd swear that I heard her voice in my dreams, saying something as "Have an horrible night". Creepy.
Enough creepy to wake me up in the middle of the night...

"Nnnnmmmm..."

Oh my... What is this? Bernard... snuggling against my arm...?

I was going to wake him up to recover my arm , but ... who cares. I just can't do it. How ironic: the powerful Metro Man, defeated by the sweetest face in the world. Guess who's the one who won't go the bathroom tonight? Yeah... I don't want to use my super-speed again, and I can wait until our destination. Only four, or six hours more...

He seems to feel comfortable in this position, as if my arm was a warm pillow. Man, how I'd like to have one of my old capes here now... he's trembling again, and his hands are really cold. My baby sparrow... My hands can't do so much for him, but if I lean toward him, sure I could give him a little warmth. And he'll sleep better without his glasses... I know I was right...

His MP3 is still on, filling his ears with his fave songs. For unknown reasons, he never wanted to share them with me. But if I take a look, no one will be hurt... out of sight, out of mind, the old motto said. Though a little unsure, I take one of his headphones to listen.

[Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars

I could really use a
wish right now
(wish right now,
wish right now)...]

Wow. This sounds nice... even it isn't my style, but it's really beautiful. And all the song... I feel as if someone had decided to bare my soul on it.

[There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you're staring at that phone in your lap
And you hoping but them people never call you back]

It talks a lot about my past.

[So here I stand and then again I say
I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta airplanes]

Bernard, do you know... that I never deserved to be loved in my superhero life? No..., because when all was just an innocent game, it was great to be loved by our city; but both you and I know that I wasn't truly happy... Maybe you know about my young years as a bully, shame on me.
But you'll never know how I hurted her. I never, never wanted to harm her...
Her death was my fault, my sin... But my heaven is too gray to see airplanes or shooting stars, so no wishes for me...

Switching songs, I could recognize many different artists: REM, Enya, some heavy metal, jazz, J-pop, classic music of Beethoven and Mozart, and many songs from movies of all genres. Actually, when I heard "Part of your world", from "The little mermaid", I couldn't help but smile. He's too much sweet inside for his own sake... And he doesn't want to admit it., hiding his true self under a pouty mask.

You won't die, Bernard. I won't allow it... You're the person I trust the most right now, and I'll protect you. You'll see the world with me, my world... and, hopefully, I'll see more of yours. Time to time.

On windows, I see only the dark of night ...and a sudden shooting star! Quick, a wish! A wish!
But... which wish? I have so many! I'd love to learn more about my parents and my planet, I'd like to live happy forever, I'd cry of happiness if I could become a great musician... I won't ask about find the true love, since is quite obvious that I don't deserve one. Oh, God, if you are sending this shooting star for me, please... make of this World Tour something awesome, please, please, please...

I close my eyes, trying to sleep. I need some of my beauty sleep, or I'll get jet-lag again...
Our fate is waiting for us. Next stop: Australia! Don't remember the city, though.
Well, sure you remember it, right, Bernard?

Good night...