Okay, so here is the first real installment of Get out alive (title inspired by a song by the band Three Days Grace). Please enjoy!
Kidnapped
It was a routine kidnapping; knock-out spray, rancid bag over the head, dangling from a rope over some yet to be reviled deadly threat- the whole shebang. Roxanne however was just that much more irked on this particular day because of a previous engagement she had planned, which would now have to be rescheduled. She had thought that after three weeks of seeing hide nor hair of Megamind that she was safe a little longer, but once again her hopes were pulverized into particulate matter by this little blue dweeb. She roused from her aerosol induced sleep and sighed at the already chaffing ropes around her ankles and wrists. Megamind clunked and clattered around and cursed whatever evil contraption of science was ailing him now. It was funny how when he was caught off guard he was far from malicious. In this way he struck her as more of a misguided and absent-minded genius rather than an evil mastermind. However that did not make up for how annoyingly persistent he was. Any hour was a time for evil apparently, and neither rain nor shine could ever dampen his hopes of conquest.
Roxanne wriggled in her bindings, the ropes had already begun to dig into her stomach, and it was getting worse by the second. Megamind halted his actions momentarily when he glimpsed Miss. Ritchi's feeble attempt to free herself. He hurriedly finished his repairs to the faulty circuits and dove for his high-backed, black leather chair. He nodded to Minion once he was comfortable; who then lifted the bag from her head, reviling a none too pleased Miss. Ritchi.
Megamind gave a soft maniacal laugh. "We meet again, Miss. Ritchi," he said throatily, bringing his fingertips together making a leathery triangle, "I trust you enjoyed your break from the clutches of evil?"
She frowned at the shadowy figure, "yes, actually I was starting to. I was having an excellent Tuesday, and you had to go and ruin it. Fridays turn out not to be villainous enough or something? "
"Evil waits for no single weekday," he dramatically raised his index.
"Well you've been kidnapping me every Friday for quite a while, I couldn't help but see a connection," she snorted.
Megamind said nothing, but his eyebrow twitched. He slowly slid his chair across the room eyeing the ropes and her disgruntled expression, "how are your accommodations? Comfy enough," he pulls at the rope.
"Hardly, unless you're a tire swing," Roxanne mumbled darkly.
Megamind smirked, "someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. What could possibly have rubbed you the wrong way?"
"I thought it was painfully obvious," she paused, internally taking pleasure in her little pun , "besides, isn't your ultimate goal to make me as uncomfortable as possible?"
"True-," he mused, "tell me, Miss. Ritchi, on a scale from one to ten, how uncomfortable are you?"
Roxanne looked around at her immediate surroundings. Eerily dark abandoned warehouse, looming shadows of foreign objects lurking outside the harsh light, the nagging pain in her abdomen , the rope burn she'll undoubtedly have later, the tingle of numbness in her feet. "Meh, nothing too serious, I give it a solid seven," she stated.
Megamind furrowed his brow, "Well we'll see about that, won't we?" He spun his chair to face his faithful servant, "Minion, I think it's time to get this evil scheme on the road. It's time to call out Metro Mahn."