Fic: Butcher (2/7)
Title: Butcher (2/7)
Fandom: Megamind
Rating: M
Warning: future noncon, violence
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: There's a murderer loose in Metro City, and his victims have a connection.
Note: Know what's awkward? Choking yourself in class so you can describe it properly (not for this chapter).
Butcher
Chapter Two
“The woman, whom police sources have identified as Dianne Bishop, a retired school teacher, was found dead this morning in an alley just south of 3rd street. The murder was violent, and citizens are advised to avoid traveling alone downtown at night. This is Roxanne Ritchi, reporting live.” Motioning for Hal to cut, Roxie sighed. Her police source had gotten her photos of the crime scene, and it really wasn't pretty.
“That was amazing, Roxie,” Hal gushed. “So classy and professional! Just the way news should be done, right?”
Roxie nodded absently, not really listening. Something was bothering her. She knew she'd seen the dead woman's face somewhere before... but where?
-
The Metro City Butcher narrowed his eyes, watching as the reporter got into the news van with her idiot camera man. He'd planned on killing her next, but it there was no sense in going after her with a witness around. Besides, Ms. Natalie Richards lived a few blocks over, if he wasn't mistaken. He could pay her a visit instead.
-
Megamind was usually woken up in the morning by Minion bringing his Froot Loops and chocolate milk into the room on a tray. Today, however, he was yanked out of bed by his neck. Yelling in fright, he hit his attacker wildly, but to no avail. Falling limp to pant for breath, his sleepy brain finally caught up with his eyes. “Metro Man?! What on earth are you doing here? And would you please let go of my neck?”
Megamind had never seen Metro Man this angry. “Is it you, Megamind? Are you the one killing those people?”
“W-what? What people? And no, of course not!” Megamind squawked with indignation. “You know I don't kill people!”
Metro Man slumped, letting Megamind go. He fell back onto his bed with a loud squeak. “What on earth is going on? What is the meaning of this... this affrount?”
Metro Man swallowed before speaking. Megamind was surprised to hear his rival's voice shaking slightly. “There was another murder last night.”
Megamind's eyes widened. “You mean like the one in that alley?”
Metro Man nodded. “It... it was my old girlfriend.”
“...oh.”
There was a long pause. “You know who the first victim was, right?”
Megamind shook his head. “No, should I?”
“Remember our old teacher? When we first met?”
Megamind stared. “Our old shool teacher? Mrs. Bishop?”
“Yeah.”
Megamind was stunned. He felt his hands beginning to shake. “That was... that was her?”
Metro Man frowned. “You were there, weren't you?”
“After the fact,” Megamind said dazedly. They didn't say anything for a few minutes.
Metro Man was about to say something when the sound of Minion approaching with breakfast broke the silence in the room. Pausing to put a hand on the smaller man's shoulder, Metro Man flew through the hole in the roof Megamind made a mental note to tell the brainbots to repair. The door flew open, and Minion walked in, singing, “Good morniiiiiiiiiiiiiiing~!” He was about to continue when he got a better look at Megamind's face. “Sir? Is... is something wrong?”
Megamind swallowed. “Remember that... what we saw in that alley?” Minion nodded slowly. “That... that was our old shool teacher.”
Minion dropped the tray with a crash, clapping his hands to his bowl. “Mrs. Bishop?” Megamind nodded. “Oh.”
-
The Metro City Butcher watched the news over breakfast, laughing quietly. Honestly, all this fuss over a little rope and a few razors and knives. It wasn't like he'd been particularly messy with this one-- in fact, he thought laying her organs out in tidy rows had actually shown a lot of care and attention to detail. He did hope the investigators had noticed they were in alphabetical order. It was a silly little thing to do, but so much fun.
Wondering how long it would be before Metro Man gave an interview about his work, he switched off the TV and left the room for a bath.
Fandom: Megamind
Rating: M
Warning: future noncon, violence
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: There's a murderer loose in Metro City, and his victims have a connection.
Note: Know what's awkward? Choking yourself in class so you can describe it properly (not for this chapter).
Butcher
Chapter Two
“The woman, whom police sources have identified as Dianne Bishop, a retired school teacher, was found dead this morning in an alley just south of 3rd street. The murder was violent, and citizens are advised to avoid traveling alone downtown at night. This is Roxanne Ritchi, reporting live.” Motioning for Hal to cut, Roxie sighed. Her police source had gotten her photos of the crime scene, and it really wasn't pretty.
“That was amazing, Roxie,” Hal gushed. “So classy and professional! Just the way news should be done, right?”
Roxie nodded absently, not really listening. Something was bothering her. She knew she'd seen the dead woman's face somewhere before... but where?
-
The Metro City Butcher narrowed his eyes, watching as the reporter got into the news van with her idiot camera man. He'd planned on killing her next, but it there was no sense in going after her with a witness around. Besides, Ms. Natalie Richards lived a few blocks over, if he wasn't mistaken. He could pay her a visit instead.
-
Megamind was usually woken up in the morning by Minion bringing his Froot Loops and chocolate milk into the room on a tray. Today, however, he was yanked out of bed by his neck. Yelling in fright, he hit his attacker wildly, but to no avail. Falling limp to pant for breath, his sleepy brain finally caught up with his eyes. “Metro Man?! What on earth are you doing here? And would you please let go of my neck?”
Megamind had never seen Metro Man this angry. “Is it you, Megamind? Are you the one killing those people?”
“W-what? What people? And no, of course not!” Megamind squawked with indignation. “You know I don't kill people!”
Metro Man slumped, letting Megamind go. He fell back onto his bed with a loud squeak. “What on earth is going on? What is the meaning of this... this affrount?”
Metro Man swallowed before speaking. Megamind was surprised to hear his rival's voice shaking slightly. “There was another murder last night.”
Megamind's eyes widened. “You mean like the one in that alley?”
Metro Man nodded. “It... it was my old girlfriend.”
“...oh.”
There was a long pause. “You know who the first victim was, right?”
Megamind shook his head. “No, should I?”
“Remember our old teacher? When we first met?”
Megamind stared. “Our old shool teacher? Mrs. Bishop?”
“Yeah.”
Megamind was stunned. He felt his hands beginning to shake. “That was... that was her?”
Metro Man frowned. “You were there, weren't you?”
“After the fact,” Megamind said dazedly. They didn't say anything for a few minutes.
Metro Man was about to say something when the sound of Minion approaching with breakfast broke the silence in the room. Pausing to put a hand on the smaller man's shoulder, Metro Man flew through the hole in the roof Megamind made a mental note to tell the brainbots to repair. The door flew open, and Minion walked in, singing, “Good morniiiiiiiiiiiiiiing~!” He was about to continue when he got a better look at Megamind's face. “Sir? Is... is something wrong?”
Megamind swallowed. “Remember that... what we saw in that alley?” Minion nodded slowly. “That... that was our old shool teacher.”
Minion dropped the tray with a crash, clapping his hands to his bowl. “Mrs. Bishop?” Megamind nodded. “Oh.”
-
The Metro City Butcher watched the news over breakfast, laughing quietly. Honestly, all this fuss over a little rope and a few razors and knives. It wasn't like he'd been particularly messy with this one-- in fact, he thought laying her organs out in tidy rows had actually shown a lot of care and attention to detail. He did hope the investigators had noticed they were in alphabetical order. It was a silly little thing to do, but so much fun.
Wondering how long it would be before Metro Man gave an interview about his work, he switched off the TV and left the room for a bath.