Interrogation
Roxanne awoke against satiny sheets, appendages sprawled and the room swimming before her eyes. "What happened? Where am I," She cautiously wondered. She lifted an arm to her face to brush back the hairs that tickled her nose, only to find her wrist wouldn't budge. Her arms were tethered above her head and ankles shackled together. She sighed as she scooted back on the bed in order to have enough tether length to brush the offending strands away from her eyes.
She examined the bindings trying to find the locking mechanism on them, but saw that they were seamless. The tethers themselves were a strong metal mesh, so there was no use trying to cut through it. Roxanne sighed heavily and looked about the room. She guessed that she was still in Mirth's mansion, but the décor was different than most of the other rooms. It had no specific theme, though there was definitely favoritism towards the darker colors, and even though it was clean it was the only part of Mirth's home that looked lived in. There were awards and pictures dotting the room, though too far away to make out what they were, all except the small family portrait on the night stand.
Roxanne crawled closer to the delicate silver frame to take a closer look. There were three elegantly dressed people standing with a futuristic cityscape behind them. The most prominent of the figures was a tall white haired man that looked much like Mirth only with a strong jaw and a much more muscular body build. He was obviously a man of great importance, with many shining metals pinned to his lapel and a grand red and white tasseled sash strung across his shoulder. He was peering pridefully at an absolutely beautiful raven haired woman holding a tiny swaddled babe with the biggest blue eyes she'd ever seen. The father figure also had a strong reassuring hand on a young boy's shoulder, whom looked terrified. His ice blue eyes were round and wide, and his posture stiff with the effort of looking dignified.
Roxanne couldn't help but smile at his expression, but her amusement soon came to an end when a pale hand slowly put the picture face down. Roxanne's eyes traveled up the bare arm attached to the hand and came across the slightly annoyed, yet strikingly handsome face that belonged to none other than Mirth. His hair was dripping and he was surprisingly shirtless. Though she didn't find his lean, toned form unpleasant, she did find his presence unwelcome.
"Snooping about already, little spy," he smirked, "I didn't expect you to be awake by now."
His towel clad figure strode over to the walk in closet and disappeared, reappearing in what she guessed were his leisure clothes; black pants and a half buttoned white shirt. Roxanne did her best to convey her dissatisfaction without words. Her fearsome scowl would have made even Megamind proud, but Mirth was unimpressed. "What could this little shrew possibly do to harm me," he chuckled to himself.
"So what the hell is he going to do to me," Roxanne thought grimly, as Mirth stared at her with cold eyes, "the better question is what I'm going to do about it."
"She's awfully quiet- and angry looking," Mirth thought to himself, "I would have assumed she would start blubbering or bargaining like most caught mice do. Wonder what she's up to-."
"Shouldn't he be bragging about how smart he is for catching me. That's what villains do, right?" Roxanne's glare softened, "I wonder what he's up to-."
They both shifted uncomfortably.
Roxanne cleared her throat quietly so it wouldn't betray her rising fear. She spoke in the most daring tone she could muster, "so are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to do the whole bad guy shtick thing and get it over with."
Mirth's eyebrow rose almost comically. "Bad guy shtick? Seriously? Who does she think I am? Some cheesy entertainer?" A smile threatened to intrude upon his bleak expression, but he transformed it into some cruel parody of one before it blossomed, "I think not."
"How amusing that you think this is all some kind of act, but I assure you it isn't."
"Like I haven't heard that before," Roxanne said, getting a little more comfortable. Banter was something that she could do, and she could probably stall him this way until Megamind came up with something.
Mirth started to cross the other side of the room to where the liquor cabinet perched above a beautifully carved desk over flowing with paperwork. "You sound as if this isn't the first time you've been held against your will, Roxie. Do you hold rough company often?"
Roxanne's eye twitched at the nickname, "he's harmless enough, but I know for a fact what kind of slime you are," she nearly growled.
Mirth's eyes flickered at the challenge, "And what sort am I?"
"You're an evil, loathsome, gluttonous bottom feeder who preys on the weakness and greed of others."
"Ouch, that one hurt," he smirked, "but do you know what? You're just as bad little Missy, for spying on me for that blue pig."
"Who do you mean," Roxanne squinted at him, having a pretty good idea who he was referring to.
"He goes by many names now a days, but I believe you would know him by the name of Roux DuPont. Ring any bells?"
Roxanne pursed her lips, "It may. What's it to you?"
"Many things, Miss. Ritchi, many things," A sad smile nearly touched his eyes. He shook it away like a bad dream and poured a shot of warm liquor, slamming it back like he was trying to chase the devil down with it.
"Enough to need a strong drink for it," She pressed.
Mirth chuckled darkly, "one of the many reasons, but it's none of your concern."
"None of anyone's concern as far as I can see," Roxanne shook her head, "it's not healthy, you know, and you're just going to end up worse off than you already are if you keep it up."
Mirth looked up with a shocked expression, which crumpled into a fit of laughter. Not the forced titters that Roxanne had heard before but the full, rumbling guffaws that you feel in the pit of your stomach.
"Did I say something amusing?"
Mirth nodded. It took him a moment to calm the giggles bubbling from his throat before he could pant out, "It's not every day your captive worries for your health."
"Glad I mad your day, Mirth," Roxanne smiled guardedly.
He swiped back a few loose tendrils of his snow white hair that still hung loosely about his shoulders. When he turned his gaze to her again it held something softer, something bittersweet. He reluctantly shook that away too.
"How many are there," he said quietly, turning away.
Roxanne blinked, "Pardon me?"
"How many spies did DuPont send," he said a little louder.
"Just the three of us," Roxanne said quietly.
Mirth suddenly turned, "liar," he hissed. His eyes were cold as stone again, maybe even more so, "there is at least one more. Who is he?"
Roxanne's mind flitted to the other two that came with them. Grego and Ahi, neither of which she had seen nor heard from for a while. She didn't think he was referring to Grego, because he seemed to be thick as thieves with Mirth, so that only left Ahi. Where was he any way?
"I don't know what you're talking about," Roxanne insisted.
Mirth stalked over to Roxanne threateningly, "I will carve my name into your bones with a rusty spoon if that's what it takes to pry what I want from those pretty pink lips of yours, Roxanne." she had never heard her name said so deadly and yet so beautifully before. A shiver of fear tingled its way up her spine as he towered over her. "Now, tell me who your conspirator is."
Roxanne remained silent.
Mirth began to pace like a caged white tiger, his jaw locked, hand buried in his pockets as if to keep himself from lashing out. "Whoever he is, I'll admit he's good at not getting caught. He's been a thorn in my side ever since you came here. Raiding shipments, sabotaging equipment; he's killed fifteen of my men so far! Good, loyal, hard working men. Not to mention the setbacks! It's been bloody murder staying on schedule these past few weeks."
Roxanne furrowed her brow, "I have no idea what you're talking about." Truth be told, she didn't. She had no idea if it was Ahi's doing or not.
"I'm getting real sick of you lying to my face," Mirth growled
"And how do you know I'm lying," Roxanne challenged.
"I know you know something."
"Well what if I decide to lead you on a wild goose chase then," Roxanne huffed.
Mirth's eye twitched, he was about to say something but there came a quiet knock on the dark wood door.
"What?" Mirth sighed exasperatedly.
A stately servant came into the room quietly and whispered something into his master's ear, and left as swiftly as he came.
Mirth went to his closet and yanked a jacket on at random, "looks like your friends have finally come to rescue you, but I wouldn't waste my breath yelling for help. This room is sound proof," he said as he buttoned his shirt all the way, "I shan't be long".
He slammed the door behind him leaving Roxanne to throw herself on the bed with a heavy sigh and reluctantly ponder why he would even have a sound proof bedroom in the first place.
*** Spoiler Alert!***
I'm starting to ponder whether or not to let them have a mushy moment, but I kinda feel like it would be unfaithful to Megamind since she knows she likes him and junk, and Mirth is too manly for anything too sappy… idk. What do you all think? ((Mirth isn't as bad as we think he is btw, so don't be hating on him to hard)).
Also, I drew a prettyful picture just for you on deviant art (meatpuppet111). It's Mirth in the dead animal room.
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