This is a last minute change to the pre-planned outline, it made the story flow a little better (filled in a big time transition gap too) =P.

Please enjoy! 3

Awakening

Roxanne knew she was dreaming but it was one of the better dreams. She was reliving a few of her kidnappings. Most people would call it a nightmare, but she found it amusing. The grand shows he would put on, the evil chortles, the horribly failing plots, the extreme facial expressions. She started making up her own rules after a while. Walking around free of the ropes that usually held her, replaying his ecstatic grin like it was recorded. Then she caught herself wondering, who is this flamboyant man that she has spent more time with than any other. She knew everything and yet nothing, if that was possible.

The dream suddenly turned into a nightmare as she was sucked through the floor and started to fall through shadows that lurched at her with wide grins. One finally caught her, it transformed into a cold white statue of none other than Metro Man. But it only looked like him, the presence was different, his eyes were hard and angry as he spoke, "the villain doesn't get the girl."

The angry statue dropped her into the abyss below and she was swallowed by hungry shadows.

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Roxanne awoke to a grumbling stomach and a splitting headache. Her left leg felt heavy and there was a strange pulling sensation beneath the new bandage. She was wearing different clothing than she remembered, a long white tunic with drawstring waist band and long white sweat pants. Who had changed her clothes? She looked around the strange dim room; there were six other cots neatly made and a shelf full of small pots and jars.

Roxanne thought hard to remember what had happened. She dimly recalled being carried from the beach by Minion and some fuzzy mouse guy leading them to a bone gate. After that things started getting blurry and dream like. Her senses felt like they were wrapped in warm cotton and the only thing she was really aware of was Minion's arms and the back of Megamind's head for a long while, then a gray balloon headed guy came in. He seemed to bob and float about the room slowly as she was laid on the hard bed. It started prodding at her leg and tried to force a thick bitter liquid down her throat. She couldn't think clearly, her leg hurt so badly if felt like those rats were still gnawing on it, or more like wasps in her skin. She tried to physically push the phantom creatures away, but to no avail.

She wanted- needed something familiar right now, "Megamind!"

And suddenly he was there, He had his hands firmly around her wrists but the gesture was as gentle and persuading as his low voice. He was urging her to drink that sludge, she shuttered as she did. She thought back to her childhood days and compared it to when all the medicine tasted like nasty overly flavored 'bubblegum', she tried to make a joke about it, but her brain and mouth weren't cooperating today. It sounded logical to her but the way Megamind's face contorted told her otherwise. Balloon head wobbled away after a while with Minion, leaving Megamind and her alone. She had tried apologizing for the bad joke but, she kept getting distracted. Before she knew it she was watching the little floaty things that drift around in your eye that you can see sometimes but not others. She didn't realize it at the time but she had been describing what was going through her mind out loud in a way she could only describe as a pothead's perspective.

"Woo, look at 'em go," an echo of the delusional Roxanne drifted to her, "Chasing eye floaties is better than watching dog races. Wee!"

Her eyes grew wide with realization. She did not say that… did she? Had Megamind seen the dignified, sure headed Roxanne Ritchi high as a kite (in a manner of speaking)? The panic only lasted seconds before she gave herself a mental slap. So what if he did see her like that? She couldn't help it. She was sick as a dog, and if anyone had anything to say about she would give them a piece of her mind. She bolted up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"Bad move," her headache screamed at her.

She wedged her head between her knees to stop the world from spinning and waited for the painful head rush to pass. Once she hesitantly lifted her head again, she realized her mouth was bone dry and her belly button was getting very well acquainted to her backbone. She felt very weak and shaky, but she needed sustenance ASAP!

She stumbled to the doorway that lead to the next room. Peering around it she saw a thin gray man with a huge head and large black eyes wrapping the injured arm of a bulky stooped troll looking being in bandages. She froze; he looked oddly familiar. When he turned sideways he was nearly thin as a - length of string. The balloon-headed guy? If he was tending someone's injury he couldn't be all bad, right? For some reason she wanted to say his name was Timmy, or was it Tommy? Thompson?

Megamind interrupted her thoughts as her came through a side door, "Dr. Tim, I finished the repairs on your generator. There wasn't much to work with but it works great now." Roxanne heard no sound from the alien, but Megamind seemed to listen to something and nod, then he jumped as if in surprise turning to see Roxanne half hidden in the door way. He had black grease smears on his face and his cloths showed signs of wear.

"Ro- I mean, Miss. Ritchi," he rushed over all exited looking her up and down as if she was a living miracle.

"Wow, what happened? I go to sleep for a few hours and you act as if I was dead," Roxanne said sarcastically, inconspicuously clinging to the doorjamb for support.

Megamind's face fell, and he was suddenly very serious, "Miss. Ritchi, it's been much longer than a night. You've been in a coma for over a week now."