Disclaimer : Megamind is not mine ;-;
So… I'm alive - Sorry about that, but the only explanation I can really offer is 'Military life, right?' Starting off small here while I get back into the swing of writing. Let me know what ya'll think~
She was underwater again, staring up through the constantly shifting liquid to stare at the distorted image of the sun. She could feel the burn of her lungs as she held her breath, stubbornly refusing to move as she floated there at the bottom, her feet kicking up the grainy dirt from the riverbed—her hands unbound and treading at her sides to keep her in place.
Why was she here?
Hair gently swaying in the current, she glanced about for an answer, never really questioning why she could see so far or so clearly. A small glimmer near a rock a few feet away caught her attention, and she gently maneuvered through the water until she could retrieve the item of interest.
'A knife?'
As she was turning the small blade over in her hands, she realized what had started as a slight burn was slowly beginning to increase into a rather blistering inferno, and she let the knife fall from her grasp as she kicked off towards the surface—which she suddenly realized was far further than she had originally though.
Bouts of air escaped her as she struggled to propel herself up as fast as she could, panic beginning to seize her mind and tears clouding her eyes when she realized she would not make it in time.
Too far.
It was too far.
She was going to drown.
She was going to die.
The rest of her air left as she sobbed, her lungs automatically drawing for a breath only for water the rush down her throat instead.
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"No!"
Roxanne's body rocketed up into a sitting position as she cried out, her hands fisting in her soft comforter as she gasped loudly, fearful eyes darting about the wall opposite her until they trained on a familiar picture of her family. 'Nightmare,' she realized with a shiver, her arms wrapping tightly across her chest as she tried to still her racing heart. 'It was just a dream.'
She wasn't quite sure how long she sat there staring at nothing as her mind raced, but a sharp tap at her bedroom window started her out of her shock, and she turned to stare into the worried eyes of Metro Man as he hovered outside her fifth story apartment. "Wayne?" She questioned, and she turned her face away to sneak a glance at her end table, the numbers 1:08 flashing up at her in red. "What are you doing here?"
"Checking up on you," he replied, his deep baritone muffled through the wall and glass that separated him. He looked to be about to continue with his explanation when he suddenly shut his mouth and cocked his head to one side, apparently listening to something before he glanced back at her and mouthed, in a much quieter voice, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah," she sighed in response, hands pulling at her blanket in an attempt to cover a bit more of the thin nightshirt she wore to bed. "Not like I'll be able to go back to sleep anyways. Just give me a sec, and I'll let you in from the balcony."
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"He almost killed you?"
Roxanne was in the middle of taking a sip from her hot cocoa at the Hero's exclamation, and she snorted into her cup with a roll of her eyes. "Really, that's all you took from that? He saved me."
"But he also almost killed you."
"That bit was all an accident, really. One I could most definitely have done without. I'm still not really sure what happened, but… Wayne… I could have died but I didn't, because Megamind saved me." She reiterated, slightly annoyed that the caped man was ignoring what she thought was the more important fact from her story. "Besides," she continued, "It's not like you've never blasted me off of the side of a skyscraper with your super breath before. On several occasions."
The amount of pure sass she had managed to imbue in her retort had him cringing, and he flashed a sheepish smile. "That was an accid—"
"An accident. I know. Just like this was, alright?"
He nodded.
It had been a couple hours since she had allowed her old friend into her house ("Sorry, Roxy, didn't want to wake your neighbors talking outside you're window.") and she stifled a yawn as she pondered over the events of his day he had told her earlier. Apparently he had been uptown when the explosion had happened, assisting the police with a hostage situation—one where the bad guys made it very clear they would blow everything and everyone sky high if he so much as blinked in their direction.
He'd been able to swoop in and save the day when the man holding the detonator had involuntarily closed his eyes to sneeze. That small window of opportunity had taken hours to present itself, though, and he hadn't dared leave to check out the strange explosion he'd heard for fear of the men acting on their threats when they'd noticed him absent from the negotiations.
When he did finally get around to inspecting it out, it didn't take him long to notice the scraps of metal littering the walls and the familiar baby-seal bootprints in the dirt and dust that surrounded the area.
("I guess one of his machines backfired or somethin. Flew right over to make sure he hadn't nabbed 'ya for some scheme and left you locked up somewhere when it all went wrong. That's when I found you just sittin there staring at your wall." He'd flashed his typical hero smile at her then, "It was a good thing you weren't there, Roxy, or you'd have been waiting quite a while for me to come save you. You humans can only take so much fear and panic, after all."
It took a large portion of restraint not to lob her favorite blue mug at his impervious head, and she couldn't help the smugness that crept into her voice as she began her own tale to set him straight.)
"So he saved you…" he trailed off, apparently deep in though as he sipped at his glass of water, a smile tilting his lips by the time the cup clinked back against her counter top. "I guess our little buddy isn't as villainous as he appears to be."
She raised an eyebrow at the nickname he'd used as she went back to sipping her cocoa, taking comfort in the delicious chocolate as it warmed her body.
"I wonder what he's thinking right now. Does he feel the soft embrace of justice at his heart after such an act of heroism? Perhaps the praise of such a lovely damsel will make him think about turning his back on the darkness of evil that holds him. You did thank him, didn't you?"
She almost choked.
