Chapter 11: Soon To Be Victorious
"Of course I-" Megamind picked up his interuptive cell phone. "Ollo?...Bernard...I'm kind of busy right n-...Hmm?...Yeah! You mean-...Really?...Uh-huh...So...I could have her back, and she could have ME back...Wow, Bernard, you are a GENIUS!...Of course I mean it! You're amazing!" Fala listened to his side of the conversation with a raised eyebrow. Once he hung up she smiled. "Good news about Roxanne?"
Megamind looked extremely hopeful, and happier than most anyone had ever seen him. "Yes! It's not one hundred percent, but there is a chance at bringing her back! I mean...sort of. If we use another theory besides time-travel, known as the milti-vorse theory, we might be abled to find a version of Roxanne that has lost ME, and bring her here. She and I can be together and the world will be perfect and rosy again! But first I need to catch this guy...I can't let him strike again..." Megamind beamed now, looking at the name once again. "Al-ees or not, I WILL find this guy..." Fala laughed. "It's alias." "Whatever. I just know he's not going to live much longer."
He got up and ran off to the police, but not before paying for the both of them. He figured he might as well. She was a new friend, something that was still all too hard to find for himself. After all, he was once a villain, and the known killer of the city's hero. Many of them still hated him for that, but that was hardly the most common reason. Unfortunately, despite the praise many of the people gave him, most in the city still hated him because he was different, because he was blue, and nothing else. Not for his past crimes, nor his only apparent murder, but for the fact that he was an alien...no...not even for that...It was truly simply because of his robin's egg skin.
So, why was he so determined to help them? What better reason than they needed him. Like him or not, now he understood that it didn't matter. Most of them had reason, and many of them still loved him. He didn't take notice of the ones who hated him. Instead, he ran on, fearing that they were next, scared that the people in the city were going to die at the hands of the madman who killed Roxanne and attempted to murder Bernard. Once he was at the station, he handed the chief the papers. "Please...tell me you can find this guy..." The Comissioner looked at it with the chief. "Mark Fischer...That's a common name...We'll see how many residents have it, and hope one of them is our man." Megamind grinned. "Good." The two looked to him with slightly dark grins. "We won't blame you, whatever happens when you find this guy." Megamind smiled. "Thank you."
Once the men were done finding Mark Fischers throughout the city, they walked in with the results. "Alright, looks like we have twelve in total, and only about five that fit what we already know. We can't say about tattoos, but these are the registered Mark Fischers...ALL of them, just in case." Megamind raised an eyebrow. "Wait...why?" "Well some of them are registered the way they wished to be recognized. Many people may base their race on their heritage and not their skin color, so a Caucasian may be known as Native American, even though they're only Native American by a tiny percentage." Megamind nodded. "Gotcha."
He turned and headed off to find the Mark Fischers on the list, hoping one of them was the guy he was looking for. He easily found each and every one, until the last man on the list. He was listed as Caucasian, as would be expected, but the problem was, this one was nowhere to be found. Megamind looked in the window of his apartment, using the hovercycle to keep him floating there. The place was completely empty...abandoned, but he could see sketched designs for, what he could tell, must have been tattoos, and then he saw it. The same mark Bernard had scribbled down. "Bastard!" He punched through the window in anger. His hand was covered with bleeding cuts and deep wounds. There were definitely slivers of the glass in one of the cuts, but it was the biggest one he'd gained in this act. One large shard of glass had managed to slice the back of his hand well opened.
Instead of taking immediate action to get his hand fixed, he jumped in the window, leaving his hovercycle in park while he searched the apartment and took all the clues he could, dehydrating them and putting them in his cape which he'd turned into a makeshift bag. All the papers were simply placed in his cape as they were, but just about everything in the apartment that was too big, became a cube and went into the cape. He flew back to the Lair and set everything in a good space, hanging the papers up so he could properly study them his way. Everything else was rehydrated. "I'm so close I can TASTE it!" Megamind yelled in a voctorious, yet dark way, as if he was a villain again. "Ahh...Mark Fischer...you are DEAD!"