Megamind - Wicked 20
This is the 20'th Chapter of my Megamind and Wicked Cross
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter One
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Megamind continued to follow the travelers at a distance; they had picked up another companion … a Lion. One from the same forest he had left the cub in, he heard it complain of cowardliness, noticed that he looked older and slightly ragged; he wondered if that could be the same Lion he had saved those many years ago. The more time he spent following the travelers, the more upset he became.
The scarecrow seemed so familiar to him; it was painful to see this scarecrow when he had to constantly remind himself that what he wanted to believe was impossible. Roxanne was dead … Morrible was responsible for that, just as she was responsible for the death of his brother and Doctor Dilamond. It was time he stopped following the travelers and sought out the revaunge he so desired to have … and no pack of shool girls would stop him!
Yet when he arrived at Shiz, where she had been headmistress and found himself in her old office … he was face to face with someone else. It turned out Morrible had been terribly sick these last few years and was being kept in private quarters where she was being tended to. Once he made it there, however, she was already dead.
He was unsure of what to do … there the woman responsible for everything that had gone so terribly wrong in his life was. Yet he could not have what he wanted because it had already been taken … that was, unsatisfying. This was just another shining example of his personal failures … he never finished shool, he never accomplished anything in Animal rights, every plan he ever made just fell apart around him. Here was more evidence he was a failure … he couldn’t even get revaunge because disease had beaten him to it.
A woman came into the room and screamed at his presence, apparently recognizing him unlike the headmistress who just guided him to Morrible’s chamber. He knew then that even though he hadn’t even touched a horrible hair on the old carp’s head, he would still be blamed for it. He jumped onto the jetbroom he had made the trip there with and flew out of the window, returning to his previous task. He would just continue to torture himself, watching the travelers and trying to think of a way to get that ruby ring … most likely to end in failure yet again.
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The scarecrow looked out into the ominous forest as the little girl, her dog, and the cowardly Lion slept. Hal, the tin man, was watching from the opposite side … or at least, that’s what she thought when she suddenly heard his voice, “Remind me again why you think you need a brain”
She rolled her eyes, how many times had she told him already, “Because I don’t remember who I am. Brains are where memories are stored … if I had a brain I would remember how I had ended up hanging in a field of corn”
“What if you were made a scarecrow and just came to life hanging in a field of corn?” he suggested this, but it was hard for him to believe it. Just looking at her large, blue eyes; her face was like a mixture between mostly skin and some burlap … she looked feeling … human.
She shook her head, “No, that’s not it … I know I was doing … something, it just hurts to think about it. If I had a brain, it wouldn’t hurt to remember … I just would” she put her hands up to her head, scrunching up her face as she tried to remember
“You would hurt or you would remember?”
She blinked, “Both, I guess. The only time I … feel pain, is when I try to remember” It was true, she could feel no pain … she could feel joy and happiness as well as light and gentle touches. Yet pain, even the pole that was stuck against her back for so long … she couldn’t feel it.
“I wish I could forget” his tone took on a bitter tone, it was astonishing that someone could get so upset over forgetting whatever it was that brought them to a fate like hers. No doubt it was as bad as what happened to him … only she was relieved from having to relive it in her mind like he did. The memories of being chopped to bits and put back together as tin … it was painful and horrifying. He couldn’t imagine how anyone would want to remember such things.
“Surely it doesn’t hurt you to remember if you haven’t got a heart”
He sighed, “I guess it wouldn’t … I just wish I hadn’t had to feel my love go away from me. I wish that I could still have loved her” that beautiful Quadling woman he was going to marry had it not been for the Wicked Warlock of the East and his manipulations. Making friends with Norman was the worst decision Hal had ever made … he would never again make friends with anyone who was called Wicked. He used to believe in the benefit of the doubt; that perhaps people could be wrong about things. Not anymore, not after this horrible experience. If someone said they were wicked … he would believe them.
“Maybe when you became made of tin, you found you were too different. Maybe you needed something more in common and what you thought you had with her wasn’t as strong as you meant it to be”
He blinked, “I’m not sure what you mean by that”
She shrugged, “It doesn’t matter”
He smiled, if he were looking for someone who wasn’t so different from him, it would be this scarecrow. They were both now made of strange materials and invulnerable to many things … perhaps they could end up walking until the ends of Oz together.
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter One
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Megamind continued to follow the travelers at a distance; they had picked up another companion … a Lion. One from the same forest he had left the cub in, he heard it complain of cowardliness, noticed that he looked older and slightly ragged; he wondered if that could be the same Lion he had saved those many years ago. The more time he spent following the travelers, the more upset he became.
The scarecrow seemed so familiar to him; it was painful to see this scarecrow when he had to constantly remind himself that what he wanted to believe was impossible. Roxanne was dead … Morrible was responsible for that, just as she was responsible for the death of his brother and Doctor Dilamond. It was time he stopped following the travelers and sought out the revaunge he so desired to have … and no pack of shool girls would stop him!
Yet when he arrived at Shiz, where she had been headmistress and found himself in her old office … he was face to face with someone else. It turned out Morrible had been terribly sick these last few years and was being kept in private quarters where she was being tended to. Once he made it there, however, she was already dead.
He was unsure of what to do … there the woman responsible for everything that had gone so terribly wrong in his life was. Yet he could not have what he wanted because it had already been taken … that was, unsatisfying. This was just another shining example of his personal failures … he never finished shool, he never accomplished anything in Animal rights, every plan he ever made just fell apart around him. Here was more evidence he was a failure … he couldn’t even get revaunge because disease had beaten him to it.
A woman came into the room and screamed at his presence, apparently recognizing him unlike the headmistress who just guided him to Morrible’s chamber. He knew then that even though he hadn’t even touched a horrible hair on the old carp’s head, he would still be blamed for it. He jumped onto the jetbroom he had made the trip there with and flew out of the window, returning to his previous task. He would just continue to torture himself, watching the travelers and trying to think of a way to get that ruby ring … most likely to end in failure yet again.
**********************************************************************************************
The scarecrow looked out into the ominous forest as the little girl, her dog, and the cowardly Lion slept. Hal, the tin man, was watching from the opposite side … or at least, that’s what she thought when she suddenly heard his voice, “Remind me again why you think you need a brain”
She rolled her eyes, how many times had she told him already, “Because I don’t remember who I am. Brains are where memories are stored … if I had a brain I would remember how I had ended up hanging in a field of corn”
“What if you were made a scarecrow and just came to life hanging in a field of corn?” he suggested this, but it was hard for him to believe it. Just looking at her large, blue eyes; her face was like a mixture between mostly skin and some burlap … she looked feeling … human.
She shook her head, “No, that’s not it … I know I was doing … something, it just hurts to think about it. If I had a brain, it wouldn’t hurt to remember … I just would” she put her hands up to her head, scrunching up her face as she tried to remember
“You would hurt or you would remember?”
She blinked, “Both, I guess. The only time I … feel pain, is when I try to remember” It was true, she could feel no pain … she could feel joy and happiness as well as light and gentle touches. Yet pain, even the pole that was stuck against her back for so long … she couldn’t feel it.
“I wish I could forget” his tone took on a bitter tone, it was astonishing that someone could get so upset over forgetting whatever it was that brought them to a fate like hers. No doubt it was as bad as what happened to him … only she was relieved from having to relive it in her mind like he did. The memories of being chopped to bits and put back together as tin … it was painful and horrifying. He couldn’t imagine how anyone would want to remember such things.
“Surely it doesn’t hurt you to remember if you haven’t got a heart”
He sighed, “I guess it wouldn’t … I just wish I hadn’t had to feel my love go away from me. I wish that I could still have loved her” that beautiful Quadling woman he was going to marry had it not been for the Wicked Warlock of the East and his manipulations. Making friends with Norman was the worst decision Hal had ever made … he would never again make friends with anyone who was called Wicked. He used to believe in the benefit of the doubt; that perhaps people could be wrong about things. Not anymore, not after this horrible experience. If someone said they were wicked … he would believe them.
“Maybe when you became made of tin, you found you were too different. Maybe you needed something more in common and what you thought you had with her wasn’t as strong as you meant it to be”
He blinked, “I’m not sure what you mean by that”
She shrugged, “It doesn’t matter”
He smiled, if he were looking for someone who wasn’t so different from him, it would be this scarecrow. They were both now made of strange materials and invulnerable to many things … perhaps they could end up walking until the ends of Oz together.