Megamind sat on the couch, curled up in a black fleece blanket, clutching his old binky under the soft material as if it were the only thing that would bring him any kind of comfort—which it was. He didn't know what to do anymore. Miss Ritchi, the one thing he kept being a hero for, she loved someone else, and that someone...that someone was the enemy.
Megamind wasn't surprised (no, not at all) that Roxanne had found someone else. He expected it. One of the many things he expected of the world, even though it was never quite fair. After all, he was blue, his head was huge; he was a freak, plain and simple. No one called him that to his face anymore, now that he had shown the city that he could be the hero just as well as Metro King could be the villain, but...
Childhood labels never really died, did they? Blueberry Head, Blue, Bighead, Freak, The Scott Pet, That Thing... Megamind remembered them all, each and every one, and every one hurt like a fresh wound being filled with salt. It burned him deep inside, and he tried not to think about his childhood, about shool, but now that was impossible, because now it was just like back then.
How could Roxanne Ritchi, who had everything, want someone like him, a Freak, a Pity-Child, as the other kids' parents had called him? No, she could never want him, and he had never given her much of a reason to—he barely talked to her.
But the only reason he rarely spoke was because he couldn't, because something about Roxanne always twisted his tongue, always melted him into a pool of putty. When he was around her, he couldn't speak, because of her affect on him, because there was just that something about her that made him ache with longing—because he loved her.
Megamind had expected Roxanne to find someone else, to leave him behind in the glory of his heroism to lead the life of a lonely hero with his faithful sidekick Minion, and live her own, mostly normal life. He thought when that happened, he'd try to forget Miss Ritchi, so maybe Metro King would stop kidnapping her and let her lead the normal life she wanted.
But now she had moved on, and it was to...to...Him. Roxanne Ritchi was in love with the most evil thing alive, and the very thought brought an acidic taste to the back of Megamind's throat. Maybe he would have been jealous and upset if Roxanne had moved on to someone normal, but with Metro King he couldn't bare it. It was too much, and hatred poured over him in waves as he sat on the couch, turning the binky in his hands, the last reminder of who he had once been and still was, an alien child adopted so graciously by the Scotts.
"Sir?" Minion asked, poking his head in from the kitchen. Megamind looked up at his old friend expectantly. Minion must have had something important to say when he had issued a Code: Keep Away From The Living Room and wore the Blanket of Depression. "I just received a call that Metro King is on the rampage again. I know you're upset, but I think you should—"
"I know, Minion," Megamind said tiredly, standing and letting the Blanket of Depression (literally) slide from around his shoulders and tumble back to the couch. "Come, we have a villain to face!" he cried, but without the vigor or excitement he usually masked when faced with the task of defeating Metro King. It was never an easy fight, and Megamind usually enjoyed the stimulus, as well as the banter. But not today.
Minion ran to fetch the jetpacks as Megamind made sure the de-gun gun was firmly in its holster at his side as he slipped into his white-furred cape. It was the only white thing he had that he was proud of, because it was made solely out of Arctic Fox fur, and as with his Baby Seal Leather Boots, Megamind had a thing for strange articles of clothing. At least for his accessories.
After all, who else in the world could boast having two articles of clothing made from animals in the coldest region of the world? No one in Metrocity, that's who.
When Minion returned, he found Megamind gazing distantly at his reflection in the crystal-clear glass case that held an earlier cape of his. Mother insisted he keep all the outdated ones, just in case he needed them, or someone wanted to put them on display. As it turned out, the museum had asked for any outfits he could give them of his, and he'd been happy to get them out of his "lair".
This cape was the only one he'd insisted on keeping, even though the museum was persistent about it. When he threatened to disallow them the others, they stopped hassling him, and he knew they must wonder what kind of sentimentality it had for him.
As it were, there were two types hidden within the sleek fabric of his cape. It had been the one he wore when he rescued Miss Ritchi for the hundredth time, which was actually the first and only day he ever wore it. The second was its color.
It was black.
Megamind loved it for that reason, because it was something of his that no one had pre-approved, a color he could love without secretly hating. Black was the color that was opposite of white, which was the color he hated most. Black was a color that didn't clash with his sky-blue skin. Black was a color he looked good in. And part of him liked it because it was the color Mother couldn't stand to see him in.
But he had only worn it once. After that day, it was shredded to ribbons by Metro King's alligators, and the public had bashed it so badly that he'd been forced to let it die. Minion had repaired it, and here it lay, encased in glass for all eternity, beautiful but useless, unwearable simply because the public didn't like it.
"Sir?" Minion asked, stepping forward and holding out a jetpack.
"Hm? Oh," Megamind said as he looked up in mild surprise, and nodded his thanks. His mind was running at a million miles per minute, filled with idea upon idea upon thought.
It was probably a good thing Minion had interrupted his thoughts, because he was pretty close to removing the casing and replacing the cape about his shoulders with the one behind glass. And they couldn't have that, now could they?
"Are you OK, Sir?" Minion asked as they stepped out into the bright daylight.
"Fine," Megamind called back as they began to lift of the ground, his cape, inlaid with micro circuitry and pre-programmed so it didn't get caught in the jetpack, flying out behind him. "Just thinking, Minion, as always."
***Break***
Metro King slammed Megamind into a nearby building, taking out the window Megamind had hit and forcing the people inside to scream and run in terror.
"Haven't been seeing you around much lately, huh Megs?" Metro King taunted as Megamind rose to his feet.
"Yeah, well I've been seeing a little too much of you lately," Megamind snarled, jetpacking like lightning over to Metro King and delivering a blow that missed Metro King by fractions of an inch. Metro King grabbed Megamind's fist, pulling him in a circle and tossing through another window and into the same building.
"I'm sure I've got no idea of what you're talking about," he said, his voice making it clear that he did, in fact, know what Megamind was speaking of, and relished it.
"You know what I'm talking about!" Megamind shouted, grabbing his de-gun and firing at the villain as he dodged the shots effortlessly.
"Oh really? And what are you going to do about it?" Metro King asked, forcing Megamind to dance back and forth in the air as he fired lasers from his eyes at his eternal foe.
"This!" Megamind shouted, pressing a button on his watch. Suddenly Metro King was pushed from the sky, spiraling downwards with tremendous force as something metal and bulky slammed down on his back. As he crashed to the ground, creating a crater ten feet in diameter and six feet deep, the bulky thing left him, flying back up with perfect coordination.
"Fanatastic Minion!" Megamind praised his friend, floating down to meet him on the ground by the crater before leaping inside and switching the gun from Destroy to Dehydrate.
"You'll never defeat me..." Metro King muttered weakly. Even super-human aliens get tired after a sound beating.
"I already have," Megamind answered, stepping over his enemy's prone form. "And I know about Roxanne." Metro King smiled mockingly, fueling Megamind's rage. "If you ever," he hissed, "ever hurt her, I'll—"
"You'll what?" Metro King asked. "Dehydrate me? Oh, I'm so scared!" Megamind's green eyes narrowed to slits.
"Then I'll kill you," he warned, and dehydrated him on the spot. Checking his watch, Megamind saw that their fight had lasted only forty-five minutes.
One of the shortest battles they'd ever fought.
Author Comments:
Poor Megamind, he's so sad...D: And I think Metro King should lay off, 'cause Megamind means BUSINESS! :D What do you guys think so far? Is it OK? Is it realistic? Are the characters believable, likable? (BTW, I just randomly discovered a new smiley: w.w Eyes closed. :D XDXD)
