Creep

Author's note: I've been watching too many thrillers and I.D. Channel shows lately, and after watching Megamind the other day I couldn't get over how thoroughly creepy poor Hal is. Some of the things to come are from personal experience, stories I've heard from other people and good old Cold Case Files.

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All Hal ever wanted was to get the girl of his dreams. Was that really asking for too much? He was one of the coolest guys he knew. His score on Dead vs Dead was, like, one of the highest scores of all time. Hal would even bet that Megadouche couldn't beat him at video games. He had some serious gaming skills. Another quality? He was super funny. He knew how to make Roxanne smile like no one else. She always made a sideways smile with those cute lips at him after saying, "Um, that's nice, Hal." It was his best feature. Best of all, he always knew just what to say to force her to smile like that at him.

Spinning in his chair, watching the little bunnies and rainbows whirl around him, Hal thought long and hard about his Roxanne. He wanted her more than he wanted anything. Even after she ripped his heart out, tore it up into tiny pieces, then dumped them into the trash can, he still longed for her. If he had obsessed over her before, like his prison appointed therapist said he had, then this was some kind of all consuming neurotic explosion! Day and night he dreamed of what he would do when he saw her again in person. He would see her again, this he knew. It was only a matter of time.

The only thoughts between eat, Roxanne, sleep, Roxanne Ritchi, bathroom, and Roxanne Stewart blurred into a much hated, blue, alien freak that Hal swore he would get revenge on. Megamind played him! Made a fool of him! He turned Roxanne away from him with his sick love potion spray. Now, the ex-villain had never claimed to have made a love potion spray, but how else did he brainwash his beloved news anchor into falling for him? She was just confused. She didn't know what she wanted. What she wanted was him, Tighten. He just needed to find a way to show her.

A knock on the small glass panel of his cell door broke his train of thought. Two guards entered and began the process of removing him from his room.

"What's going on? Do I get an extra hour of outside time or something?" Hal asked.

"There's a reporter that wants to ask you some questions," the Warden stated, eyeballing the young man with some disdain. "I wouldn't get any ideas now, Hal. You're going to be secured to a chair. There's no escape."

"Tighten. I'm still Tighten you super old guy," Hal sneered. I'll prove it to you soon. Just wait.

After the slow shuffle to a highly secured visiting room he deflated just a little bit. He knew Roxanne wouldn't come, even after all the letters he sent the station requesting an interview with her. He told his old boss that he would even do an exclusive interview, but Roxanne had to be the reporter. The only reply was a copy of the restraining order he was issued by her lawyer. Oh, well. At least someone was ready to listen to his side of the story.

"Mr. Stewart, I'm Harper Harpston for Tattler Today. I was wondering if you would like to share your experience with us?" the tall, slender man prattled. Making a sad little pout, the reporter leaned in against the metal table separating the two men. "I sat in the court room during your trial and I was appalled that no one really listened to you about Megamind, about how he coerced you and used you. Let's share your heart breaking story. What do you say?" He offered a hopeful smile. Hal Stewart had refused most media sources of any interview, but he had a good feeling that maybe now he would accept.

"I've already told KMCP that they could have the exclusive interview. They're getting back to me." Hal rolled his eyes. People seriously didn't know how to listen.

"Right, right," Harper drawled, tapping his fingers on the table. "It's just that Ms. Ritchi probably won't have that kind of time to give you for an in depth interview."

"What are you talking about? Roxanne didn't make time for me before, but we shared an incredible experience together so she's just getting ready for me. You don't know her like I do. She puts, like, so much effort into her work. She's probably trying to put together the perfect questions or something," Hal explained, becoming agitated.

"Well, the thing is, she and Megamind just announced their engagement." Hal shifted in his seat. "Here, I have it on my phone. Let me show you. That Megamind, he certainly is over the top," he chuckled. Raising his cell phone up, a video of an earlier news report began playing.

Metro City's new hero had not lost his taste for drama or laser light shows. High in the sky, black smoke took the shape of a heart and in the center it read : Roxanne Ritchi is MINE!* And then below that, "* She said yes!" Brainbots flew like doves and lasers made an outline of Roxanne and Megamind kissing, repeating the cycle as soon as their laser lips met.

Harper watched Hal closely. The young man gripped the metal arm rests of his chair, knuckles straining and white. His face contorted into an expression that was simultaneously desperate and ferocious. He could swear that in the center of his irises there was a small speck of red. Must be a reflection or something, he mused.

"Harper Harpston? I'm ready to do that interview now," Hal growled out.

The reporter leaned back into his chair and placed a recorder onto the table. "Well, then. Let's get started, shall we?"