Metro Knight
Ties and Catburglary
Megamind sighed as she pulled her goggles off her head, snapping the elastic. Walking across the room, her heels clicked on the carpet-free floor, and she approached a mirror to quickly check her makeup. "Hrm." she sighed as she touched her lips, before moving through to her change room where she kept all of her outfits, as well as a mannequin's head in which she hung her goggles from when not wearing them. Naturally, it was one of many mannequins within her possession.
Most which had been outright stolen from department stores.
"Mistress?" Minions voice echoed from far down the hall. "Where are you?"
"I'm in the closet!" she called over her shoulder as she moved to a chair and sat in order to remove her boots. Humming to herself she unstrapped the boots and began to slide them off her feet.
"Which one?" His voice was closer now.
"East wing!" Megamind wiggled her toes once they were free of her stocking socks. "Ahhhh... that's better."
"Ah, there you are. Look! I made lemon cakes." The mechanical cat materialised carrying a tray of decoratively iced cupcakes, a wide grin on his fishy face.
"Ooo!" she clapped her gloved hands together as she looked at the cupcakes, before pausing and pulling a face. "Ooh... wait. I started my diet yesterday..."
He proffered the plate enticingly. "You can afford one. I know you can."
Megamind stroked her chin, considering the possible outcomes. Tugging one glove off entirely she scoffed. "Oh, why the Hell not?" she grinned and plucked one off of the tray Minion's suit was holding its jaws.
"So what do you plan to wear to this date, Mistress?"
Megamind made a face. "Nothing from in here." she glared at the contents of her closet angrily. "Everything here I've had for ever."
"You have the lovely little dress I made for you last escape day..."
"Ugh no." Megamind shook her head in-between bites, thoroughly enjoying the cake. Once it was gone she tugged her other glove off and walked bare foot through to her closet, quickly giving the clothes therein a once over with a scrutiny normally left for judges of an Olympic sport. "I need something... something really amazing." she said as she grabbed the zipper on the front of her spandex and began to zip it down as she walked.
"It's not every day a man is blessed with my presence on a date now, is it?" she called back to her fish. "While you know I love everything you make me Minion," Megamind peeled the spandex down off of her shoulders and arms, "I think this time I might let those fashion designers out there dress me this time. You deserve a break, don't you think?"
"I can make anything which you want, my Lady. And I can fit things to your size far better." Minion had a concerned look on his face.
"Oh I know you can Minion. But come on it's been ages since we've had a shopping spree, hasn't it?" Megamind asked as she finally stepped out of the spandex and found something to pull on to lounge around the lair in. She settled on a nice silky black nightie that stopped just above her knees.
"Perhaps we can buy something online?" Minion offered hopefully.
"Online?" Megamind scoffed as she found her slippers and walked back to the fish, picking up another cake. "Heavens no. I think it's time I suit you up to your harness again, Minion."
"Are you sure? There are so many more shops online than there are... Oh no." The harness was already dangling from her hand. "But..."
"Oh don't be such a pill Minion." Megamind crouched down in front of the fish and took the glass head into her hands and pulled him closer, and nuzzled her nose against the glass. "This is going to be fun!"
"That is exactly what I'm afraid of."
She only laughed in amusement, and patted his head. "Good. Being afraid means things are going to be interesting."
"I'm... afraid of that too." Minion muttered irritatedly.
Metro City had many top class fashion stores. Every other week new shipments were brought in and put on display in the windows, and ladies of all sizes would come and go looking for the dress made for them. Today, one of the best stores in the city had so far been functioning as normal. Women with cash to spend had come and had gone, and the retail assistants were taking a rare break behind the pure white desk when they saw another new customer walking in.
The dog was the first one in, his wet, black nose sniffing at the store as his big brown eyes looked around the store. Around his torso was a harness and his mistress, a curvy beautiful woman with creamy skin and wearing simple black pants and a blue top, was led into the store after him. Her hair was long and black, reaching all the way down to the small of her back, and her green eyes were hidden behind thick black sunglasses.
Her black German shepherd continued to sniff at the air and look around, ears up and alert, as was his tail.
"Hello?" Megamind, disguised of course, announced to the store people as she stared ahead.
"Doggy!" said the youngest of the staff an overexcited 19 year old.
Megamind turned her head slightly, in the general area of where the young woman stood but made it look as though she was going by sound alone. "Hello, yes! Yes, this is Selena," she grasped the harness in one hand and 'felt' for Minion's head and scratched the place between the ears of the dog. "It is okay if I bring her in here isn't it?"
"Yes, of course, Miss. Can I take your bag?" A more senior staff member ushered their blind customer in, frowning at her overexcited teenage minion.
Smiling, Megamind nodded and slid her shoulder bag off of her shoulder and held it out awkwardly; once more acting the part like a professional. You would have no idea she could actually see everything. "Thank you." she said before the other staff member helped her into the store.
Minion, meanwhile, wanted to grumble out loud at his 'name' but knew better.
"I need some help," she said to the closest staff member. "I have a date in a few nights and I'm just trying to find the right dress to suit me. Could you help me?"
"Of course, Miss. What colour... were you... Um." The two women exchanged appalled looks.
Megamind smiled. "Well, I'm told I look really good in blue." she explained pleasantly.
"Blue. We have some lovely gowns in midnight blue, just in the store this week." On a more steady footing, one of the ladies bustled off to find something appropriate, whilst the other helped their unique customer to the changing rooms.
"Oh wonderful. A friend recommended your store, I've never been in here before. At least, I don't think so..." Megamind took in the sight of the place, eyes moving fast behind her dark glasses. It certainly looked classy enough. There were even some other people in there already, most of them women but there were a few men there too. Obviously some poor boyfriends dragged clothes shopping with their girlfriends.
"Do you want Selena to come in with you, Miss, or does she wait outside?" Megamind was being ushered to the largest change room.
"I feel kind of... well. Blind without her." Megamind admitted, giving an awkward smile. "She can sit in the corner, she's good like that."
'Selena' looked up at the two women and if a dog could have an expression it would be one of a sour puss.
"Aw, she looks like she knows when we're talking about her."
"She's very clever after all." Megamind replied, reaching down to feel for the dogs head and petted it a few times. "She knows her name." the dog tilted its head into the caress, since Minion did like it when Megamind would pet him like this. Even if he couldn't feel it, the meaning behind it was well appreciated even in this type of situation.
Selena whined gently, and sat down quietly, at her mistress' order, at the curtain in front of the change room. The other attendant walked quickly up, with several dresses over her arm. "Some of these aren't completely blue..."
"No?" Megamind asked as she reached out and was offered one of the dresses to feel for the fabric, and of course get a good look at it though the girls around her didn't know she could see. "Oh, I like this fabric... it breathes well doesn't it?"
"Yes, Miss, it's linen. Perfect for summer."
"What kind of straps..." she 'felt' along the dress to the top and was inwardly pleased to discover it didn't have any. "Ooh. I haven't worn a dress like this in a long while..."
"It's a very classic evening wear style, Miss. This sort of dress never goes out of fashion."
"I just hope I look good in it." Megamind mumbled as she pulled the dress closer to her frame, testing to see if it would fit her by tugging the material to her front. "Thank you I can manage quite fine in here by myself."
"Of course. Call if you need any help." the assistant said before leaving the changing room and pulling the curtain shut behind her.
Megamind turned to Minion and held the dress up. "So what do you think?" she asked in a whispered tone before beginning to undress to try on the new clothing.
"It's a bit... um. Short? Miss." Minion whispered.
"I know." giggled Megamind as she pulled her skirt and shirt off and began working the new dress on.
"Don't you want something with a bit more... fabric? On the first date." Minion fussed as quietly as he could.
The alien sighed as she reached for the zip on the back and slowly pulled it up. "Minion, knowing my luck it will be my only one." she whispered back, attempting to not sound not terribly upset. "I want to look nice."
"Well, Mistress, I'm not sure it presents the right impression."
Megamind turned her head and stared at Minion over the glasses. Pursing her lips together it looked as though she wanted to say something, but seemed to second guess herself and didn't. "Hm." she said before just glancing at the mirror, at her reflection.
"Are you sure that's the right size?" Minion fussed.
The alien turned around and looked at herself from a different angle. "Maybe." she mumbled quietly. "It is tight around my boobs."
"How are you going in there?" A cheerful, bossy voice called through the curtain.
"I've got the dress on, but I think it might be a bit tight." Megamind answered back. She reached out and felt for the fabric of the curtain, tugging it open.
"Oh, dear, yes. I can get the next size up for you. And there's a wrap which is meant to go with it..." A completely transparent purple wrap was passed across.
Megamind paused for a moment, considering. Then she reached, feeling for the woman's arm. She found the wrap in her hands and tugged it free. "Thank you, yes. I'd like one size up just so it won't do something like rip when I sit down somewhere..."
She paused again. The idea of her dress ripping in the presence of Metro Man wasn't exactly a horrible idea. Hmm.
"I'll just get the next size for you. And there's another in green..." The woman bustled away. Megamind quietly closed the curtain again.
"Ugh I look horrible in green." Megamind grumbled to herself as she tugged at the dress again, before zipping it down and off to replace it with another one. This one had a ruffle affect to it, and while the front was short the tail was longer and covered well past her shins.
"Green can bring out the colour of your eyes, Mistress..." Minion whispered hopefully.
"I don't know..." Megamind mused as she began trying on the second dress, the one with the ruffles.
"Oh, Mistress, that one is even shorter at the front..."
Megamind couldn't help but snort a laugh at her fishes complaints. "I know." she purred as she did a quick spin in the dressing room. "I think I love this one more than the last!"
Minion looked worriedly at the curtain, and whispered "Mistress, what sort of a date IS this?"
"Are there different types?" Megamind honestly asked, giving her friend a look.
"Yes." Minion hissed. "Is it coffee, or dinner, or a movie? It's in public, isn't it? Yes, of course of course it is."
"Here we go." The lady was back.
"One size larger in blue, one size larger in green... and there's this cute little skirt you could try instead..."
For a fraction of a second it almost looked like the young woman was glaring at her dog.
"Oh thank you..." Megamind felt for the dresses and took them into her arms. "I was just trying another one on, what do you think? I like the feel of the ruffles..."
She meanwhile pointedly ignored her 'dog' who watched them with her ears drooped.
"Oh, yes, that looks lovely miss. Do you have some shoes to show off then?"
Behind her attendant, Megamind could see a young man furtively looking at her legs. He was holding three large shopping bags and a bunch of flowers, and his eyes were at about her knee level.
Choosing a moment to have some kind of fun Megamind took a few steps forward, now standing just outside the change room and gently gripped the ruffles of her dress and ever so slightly lifted them.
"Well, I do have some nice black sandals that come up to my knees at home, do you think they would work with a dress this short?" she asked.
"Sandals? Are you sure..." The attendant asked uncertainly.
The young man gazed delightedly at her knees, looked up to check her dark glasses, and grinned.
"Well they're Alexander McQueen Gladiator knee high sandals." Megamind pointed out, choosing now to do a careful turn around as she did. "Cost an arm and a leg."
Selena gave a nervous whining yawn.
Megamind turned her head in the direction of the dog and walked back to her. "What is it baby, you need to go outside and do business?" she asked in a sing-song kind of way.
Selena snorted and turned her back, laid down on her belly and sighed.
"I guess not." Megamind said before standing up and turning to the lady, or in her general direction, once more continuing her charade as a blind woman. "This feels very nice. Have you got anything with slightly less... back?" Behind her, Selena whined.
Three hours, and after trying on practically every dress in the store, Megamind paraded delightedly out of the shop with the first two dresses in suit bags over her arm. 'Selena' led her quickly from the boutique, whining as they left.
"What do you say we go look at handbags, now, Selena?"
"Where is my speech?" The worried voice echoed down the corridor. "Has anyone seen my speech?"
Seconds later a dark-skinned man came rushing around the corner of an arched door way, holding up a few printed pages. "Here, it's here." the man approached the large wooden desk of the mayor, and held the papers out to him. "You left it in the kitchenette again, sir."
"I always eat when I'm nervous." The Mayor took the papers from his aide and shuffled through them nervously.
"I can always make you your favourite cheese sandwich sir you know that." replied the young man before pausing to straighten the name plate on his boss' desk since it had become slightly shuffled.
"No time, no time. Is this the right speech? Didn't we rewrite this paragraph?"
"That is the re-worked paragraph, sir. See, it starts differently."
The Mayor mopped his brow with his handkerchief. "Thank you, Steve, I don't know how I'd manage without you."
"Neither do I." grinned the man before walking around the big desk to look out over the city, and at the museum that would be revealed to the city. "The weather's certainly taken a turn for the better. Maybe a sign of good things to come?" he glanced back over his shoulder at the Mayor.
"I certainly hope so." The Mayor put his handkerchief back in his pocket for the umpteenth time. "Is Mr Scott here yet? I'm told he will be cutting the ribbon. And he's late."
Steve lifted a pager from his belt pocket and examined it for a moment. "No I'm afraid not yet. But he should be here any minute now."
"Okay. So. Speech. We have that. Huge crowd. We have that. Is there anything else we were meant to remember?"
"Media vans are gathered too." Steve added helpfully in that lovely English accent of his as he glanced out the window once more.
"Okay. Check my tie. Is my tie okay? Alright. And I have my speech. Oh dear." The Mayor fumbled for his asthma puffer.
Steve hummed as he returned to the Mayor's side and checked his tie. "Just a little bit crooked."
Meanwhile...
"Your tie's crooked. Honestly. You can defend the city but you can't tie a tie right?" Bernard asked.
"I swear they come out of the packet like that." Wayne raised his chin higher as Bernard tugged at his collar and tie. "It's not my fault."
"Hmmhmm. Of course it isn't. It's the tie's fault. Curse you, Italian silk, your evil plot to make Mr. Scott look the fool almost worked." smirked the man as he fixed the tie, and folded down Waynes collar. "There. All set."
"Really?" Wayne turned to look in the car mirror one last time. "Okay. Okay."
"You're not nervous, are you?" Bernard asked as he adjusted his own tie in the mirror, but it didn't really need to be fussed with at all.
"I'm just a bit worried that Lucy won't keep her promise..."
"Come now. You think she'd jeopardize a date with you?"
"I think that she'd happily lull me into a false sense of security, and frankly, why would she want a date with me?"
Bernard gave Wayne a judging look. "You're kidding, right?"
"She's never wanted one before. And it's just another opportunity for her to either out me for who I am, or put herself in a position of power."
"So she's lulled you into a false sense of insecurity? What a dastardly plan."
"I don't trust her."
"Yes well. Not many would trust somebody like her." Bernard said. "But who knows, maybe this is a genuine attempt at something for her."
"Or maybe it's yet another genuine attempt at ruining things." Wayne pulled at his collar, and his tie went crooked again.
"And maybe-oh God damn it. Again?" setting his hands on his hips Bernard huffed. "Stop playing with it!" he reached up and re-fixed Wayne's tie for the umpteenth time. "I'm just saying. You should give her just a small chance. Not saying to lay down on the floor and let her walk all over you, unless you're into that sort of thing and if you are it's not my business, but at least give the girl some kind of chance. But if she ends up-"
"It's too tight."
"Sorry." he loosened it. "But if she ends up giving you a genuinely nice night out, you should just let it happen." Bernard stepped back.
"I intend to give her a night... on the town." Wayne replied, his voice suddenly low and very serious. "Ah, here we are." The car pulled to a quiet halt.
"I'm not sure how to take that tone of voice from you but I'm going to genuinely hope it's a good tone. Break this little kitty's heart and the whole city might suffer for it. Oh good yes! We're here." Bernard opened the car door and climbed out first, holding his hand up to cover his face from the bright sun.
"Well done James, you got us here almost on time. Just a little bit late." Bernard said through the drivers window.
James rolled his eyes at Bernard.
"Yes, I know, this traffic..." Bernard gazed around. "I'll call you when we're set to escape this show."
James waited until Wayne had gotten out of the car before pulling away, driving off to find somewhere to either park or get some drive thru. Bernard watched him leave before turning to Wayne, who was just reaching for his tie again. He actually slapped the taller man's hand. "No. Bad billionaire playboy. Bad."
"Sorry."
"I'm sure. Now come on, the mayor's probably sweating a swimming pool waiting for you."
"Indeed."
The two men walked up the impressive front steps of City Hall and walked through the huge crowd towards the Mayors office.
"Okay. I think I do need one of those cheese sandwiches." The Mayor looked at Steve with pleading eyes. "Without the crusts?"
Steve raised an eyebrow, but smiled either way. "Without the crusts, sir. Of course. Won't be too long." with that the dark-skinned man left the mayor's round office and headed off towards the kitchenette.
Just as he rounded the corner Wayne and Bernard arrived, and entered the mayor's office. "So I see no reason why to keep fiddling with that..." Bernard was just saying as Wayne made his way through the door. "Do it again and I won't fix it."
"Ah! Here you are. Here you are. Perfect. What took you so long?" The Mayor stood and grasped the hand of Wayne Scott. "Never mind. Never mind. We're almost ready to go."
Bernard glanced around the room before peering out the huge windows of the round office and looked across the way to the new museum, and the gathering crowds. Looked like it was all set to be yet another crowd media blitz... and he too wondered if a leather-wearing woman of mystery and evil would be crashing the party.
He hardly listened to the two men talking about the Museum of American History that was to be opened that day, and how it was of course being dedicated to the memory of the Scotts. It was all a fairly important building since it had been in development for years and had seen its fair share of set backs thanks to criminals stealing or destroying parts of the building when it was still just being built.
But now there it stood, pristine and white, awaiting for the big red ribbon at its doors to be snipped by the Mayor. Turning his head Bernard saw the two men beginning to head out of the room and he followed obediently, hoping that there weren't too many photographers at this thing. He hated seeing his face being printed in the newspaper as a person in the background.
So it wasn't long until Bernard was there standing slightly behind other men and women of importance while the Mayor was going on at length about what Wayne Scotts' parents had brought to the city. How their finances had brought up to date medicines, establishments, and education for children. How that their deaths helped shake up the hunt for criminal activity, and all other kind of lovely stuff that he could do without listening to.
He tuned out.
The Mayor introduced other people to do speeches also, and Bernard's eye was caught by a reflection on a window. Something... moving.
Something blue.
"Mistress, this is a really bad idea."
"Is it?" Megamind asked as she was picking up a diamond about the size of her thumb nail. Pulling a handy, tiny eye piece she set it to her right eye and inspected the diamond to see if it was genuine. Most museums didn't carry real diamonds, but it seemed this one was. How lovely of them! "Ooh helloo..." she cooed before putting the diamond into a pocket before moving onto another.
"Yes, Mistress, you said you promised... Oh dear." Minion carefully inched around a corner, following Megamind. "You said you promised Metro Man that you wouldn't ruin his opening."
"I'm being good aren't I? I'm not out there bringing attention to myself. And really Minion you know how I get around this stuff." Megamind purred as she paused to look at some mannequins that were dressed up in look-alike outfits that Bonnie and Clyde wore when they were killed. The car behind them looked genuine enough, but she knew it was a fake. "Honestly I could be doing much worse."
"But you won't get the date..." Minion fretted.
She shrugged. "There's a lot of jewel thieves in this town, I'm not the only one."
She didn't want to say it, but she had the strong inclination that Wayne would find a way to work his way out of it. He was the kind of man who would show up to parties with up to four beautiful women on his arm, after all. You don't get the name Billionaire Playboy by staying home alone, did you?
"So you don't plan on letting him know?" Minion sighed in relief, then his breathe caught again. "It's still a bad idea. He is going to recognise those diamonds."
Megamind groaned and rolled her eyes before stopping by to pick up one more little trinket for herself and quickly checked it with her eye piece. "Oh yes because men have such an eye for detail don't they?" she asked sarcastically before putting the bracelet into her bag. "All right. Done. Now we can go. Happy?" she asked.
"I'd be a lot happier if we had not come in the first place." Minion sulked. "So where's our exit?"
"The way we came in." Megamind replied as the two began to backtrack through the museum whose up to date security system was temporarily down thanks to one of Megamind's many little creations that helped scramble electric currents in whatever she wanted. Being a genius inventor meant she was always coming up with new things to help her in her criminal activities, but she could never carry too much less it weigh her down since Megamind was known for her catlike reactions to situations she normally found herself in.
But even her fast reflexes couldn't prepare her for what happened next. It appeared that the idiotic Mayor's speech wasn't nearly as long as she had anticipated. Just as she and Minion were making it around the corner, the front doors had slid open and the crowd of onlookers were walking in. It didn't take long until there were gasps and cries of surprise, and the familiar flash of cameras clicking her photo as she stood there.
Well damn.
"Megamind!" gasped the Mayor.
"Mayor!" she gasped back, just as shocked. "Sorry for gate crashing the party so early but I just love getting first in the door for a bargain."
"Someone call Metro Man!"
"Someone call the Police!"
"What has she stolen?"
"Grab her she's getting away!"
Despite the small number of people brave enough to advance on her, Megamind casually pulled something out of her back pocket and waved to the crowd, blew a kiss, and threw whatever it was she had retrieved down on the floor. The instant it hit the ground black smoke erupted from it, growing from seemingly nothing, and flooded the whole area with thick choking smoke.
She, meanwhile, pulled on her goggles to clear her vision, and made her escape with Minion at her heels. The masses continued to cry out in alarm as she made her escape.
She and Minion bucketed out of the back entrance, laughing hysterically. Standing in the alley was Metro Man, his hands on his hips.
"Megamind." He said her name so calmly, his blue eyes showing the fury within.
Megamind lifted her goggles off of her eyes and smiled back. "Metro Man." Minion, meanwhile, slinked away from the two, his tail hanging down between his hind legs.
"We had a deal."
"I'm also the bad girl." she said simply. "Keeping deals is kind of against my nature."
"So this... date. It was just to keep me guessing? It meant nothing?"
She looked at him for a long moment before scoffing. "Boys are very easy to play with, I've discovered."
"Fine. Right." Metro Man advanced, and changed his voice to a more heroic tone. "Megamind, you cannot get away with this." Voices at one end of the alley betrayed the Media in the direction of her escape route.
"No, I suppose I can't." she replied quietly, gripping the bag at her hip tightly as if it was a life line. "So, this dance again, Metro Man?"
"It's the only dance I'll be taking you to." He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. "It's back to the asylum for you, Megamind."
"A girl takes what she gets." Megamind replied loudly, and shot an angry glare at the photographers who were just making it around the corner, snapping shots of the two rivals in a very familiar pose.
The view of the group fell away very quickly, and Megamind was grateful she wasn't as liable to motion sickness as she used to be in her youth. But either way, being flown through the air by Metro Man was always something she tended to look forward to. Even if it normally meant a first class one way ticket back to the Asylum, and the Warden.
This time the flight was relatively short. Metro Man took the bag from her as he landed, whilst she was still off balance, and actually even roughly shoved her towards the doors. It was most ungentlemanly of him.
Even his most gentlest of shoves was normally enough to do damage, and today Megamind yelped as the ground leaped up to meet her as she landed on the asphalt. Beyond the big gates she could already hear a siren wailing, the usual sound that always alerted when the doors were opening. No doubt the orderlies were already on their way to collect her. Groaning she sat up and looked over her shoulder to stare up at him.
"The date is off, Megamind." He looked incredibly upset. It was usually so hard to break through his shell like this.
She narrowed her eyes at him, and rubbed against her cheek with the back of her hand. "Don't worry. I'm sure your super-model groupies will be there to make you feel all better."
"I guess I never should have worried about this date. We'll never go out on a date. You're scum, Megamind."
The blue woman stared at him, eyes wide with shock at first. All through their years of fighting like this, even way back in their school days together when the children would taunt and tease her, the word 'scum' had never been thrown at her. It punctured her unusually thick hide and hit somewhere painful and she for once, didn't have a snappy comeback. Instead her eyes narrowed into dangerous acidic green slits and she just glared at him, hands becoming fists.
She was suddenly roughly hauled to her feet by two men in prision uniforms. Megamind kept her narrowed eyes on Metro Man even when they forced her to turn and dragged her away, and only looked away when she couldn't look at him anymore.
Metro Man stood at the gates to the Asylum for long minutes after all sign of life had gone inside. His face was grim, his eyes blue fire, his hands fists. Finally he shot straight up into the air, disappearing.
"Back so soon Megamind?"
The blue alien, normally full of witty and snarky remarks, said nothing as she buttoned up the orange prison garb she had been made to turn into. Once more her black leather clothing had been removed and taken away to storage, leaving her in the itchy, ugly clothes she hated more than anything.
"And not as talkative today. Okay." The Warden checked a computer screen. "I see you've been having an interesting time today. Perhaps a rest will be in order." Her steel grey hair was up in a ponytail today, Megamind noticed.
She shrugged, and waited for the guards to open the cage she had been changing in and strap her wrists together. Same thing every, single, time. "Perhaps." she finally said.
"We have filled the security loophole you used to get out of last time. Your cell should be nice and comfortable." The Wardens shoes clicked on the floor as she walked along the hall.
Megamind gave a small laugh, shutting her eyes as she did, while she was led alongside behind the Warden. "Ah, a challenge..." she sighed before looking at the woman who had been a permanent fixture in her life ever since she landed in the asylum all those years ago. "Trying a new style today, Warden?" she asked.
"A change is as good as a holiday, Megamind. How is Minion doing?"
"I wouldn't know about a change, or a holiday so I can't comment." shrugged the alien before sighing. "And he's fine. I'm sure he would send his best, if he knew I'd end up back here so soon."
"His cooking is as good as ever?"
"He's brilliant, of course." Megamind smiled, hoping Minion really would be all right. He had the Cat Bots to keep him company, so that would keep him occupied as well... "How about the food here? Has it improved any?"
"It will be just like home, Megamind." The hall came to an end at a series of barred doors, the outermost one with a nook for various computer screens and a nervous young tech. He shook in fear as they passed.
Megamind made a point to stare, point blank, at the young tech. It was a wide eyed stare for intimidation purposes only, and felt a shiver of triumph when she saw him back away from her. She smiled privately before walking in after the Warden as Metro Man's words suddenly echoed in her mind again.
"Just as you left it." The Warden spun the chair with one hand. The scorch marks from her most recent escape were neatly painted over, so she was not entirely correct. "Is there anything you want to tell me, Megamind?" She turned and looked at the thin blue alien, her arms crossed.
She stood there for a moment, looking hesitant. It was rare for her to open up anything personal to this woman, but it seemed there was always a first time for everything. Sighing, Megamind looked down at her cuffed wrists. "A... am I scum?" she asked quietly.
The warden looked surprised, for a moment, she tilted her head for a moment, and Megamind felt her eyes burning a hole right through to her soul. "You're a villain, Megamind, and you'll always be a villain."
"But that isn't scum, is... is it?" Megamind lifted her head finally and tried to look the woman in the eyes but felt that she couldn't. Those steely eyes had been staring down at her all her life, and she still hadn't found the strength to withstand that glare even in her wildest dreams. "I am a villain, I've been one my whole life but that doesn't make me scum does it?"
"People are judged by their actions. You've acted like a villain from the first day I met you... but have you acted like scum?"
Megamind was once again looking at her hands, clenched tightly within the shackles that still locked her wrists close together. She didn't know how to answer that question... she didn't think she did. While she did like causing trouble for people, stealing the pretty sparkly things and other associated actions she never thought that she would be considered scum.
"It's never too late to change your ways, Megamind."
"I don't think I'd know how to even stop being what I am." Megamind finally admitted. "This is... this is my destiny."
The Warden looked around the small circular room. "This... looks more like a waiting room than your destiny. Perhaps you can use it to think about your decisions."
Megamind said nothing as the woman finally removed the shackles from her wrists and watched her walk out of the circular room and that thick iron door slid shut behind her. Turning away from the door Megamind took in the sight of the oh-so-familiar room, and glared angrily at the happy painted walls that stared at her. Those frolicking animals mocked her every single day, being free, doing what they wanted without facing any kind of consequence. Kittens played with balls of wool innocently, and deers leaped above it all.
She suddenly screamed out loud and leaped at the wall, and scratched her nails against the faces of the white rabbits in the black hats before sliding to the floor and lay there, shoulders shaking as tears that wanted to shed stubbornly refused to appear. Looking down at her hands she sadly stared at her ruined nails, and shut her eyes tightly as she rested her head against the wall.
If this was what she was destined for, she hated it.
To be continued