Fanfic: The Successful Failures of El Mentedor, Chapter 6
Title: The Successful Failures of El Mentedor: Chapter 6
Word Count: About 2,500
Rating: PG for consistency.
Genre: AU/Comedy/Western/Drama
Summary: A Western AU with characters based on those from the movie Megamind.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
FBI Warning: This chapter contains dangerously low levels of funny. It is strongly recommended you take a humor supplement before reading this chapter. Professional drivers are on a closed course. Do not attempt this at home.
Eventually, Roxanne began to notice that Mount was gradually drifting toward the right-hand side of the road, to the point where if things continued this way, they’d go directly into the wall of a nearby building. Apparently Mentedor noticed too. “Mount?” he asked. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, uh....” Mount steadied his course and the fish turned in his tank to face them. There were bags under his eyes. “Sorry about that, señor. I guess I let my mind wander a little there.”
Roxanne spoke up. “You look exhausted. Did you get any sleep last night?”
“Well...uh...not exactly.” Mount yawned.
“You should pull over.”
“Hey!” said Mentedor, indignantly. “Don’t tell my horse what to do! Mount, pull over!”
“But, señor! I’m supposed to take you to the dealer!”
“It’s not a far walk from here. You need your sleep. Now don’t question me.”
“Yes, señor,” said the fish, gratefully, and found a place to stop on the side of the road.
Mentedor hopped down. “Come along, Roxanne.”
“You know what?” she said. “I think I’ll stay here. Seedy dealers aren’t exactly my cup of tea.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist you joint me.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist you go jump in a pit of quicksand.”
Mentedor sighed, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at her head. “Don’t make me use this, Miss Ritchi.”
She smirked. “Oh, come on, Mentedor. We both know you’re not going to shoot me.”
He looked a little stumped by this. Then his face brightened and he turned to shoot a blast of energy at a window of a nearby shop, causing the glass to shatter. “Ah, the joys of property damage,” he said, firing some more shots into various walls and windows around them. “Just like old times, eh, Roxanne?”
Roxanne let out a disapproving grunt and got down from Mount.
“Oh, wonderful!” said Mentedor, lowering his gun and smiling widely. “You’ve decided to join me!” He flipped cape dramatically and started down the street. “This way.”
She followed him, clearly annoyed. “What do you need me for anyway? Can’t you just do this yourself?”
“Of course I can. But black-market trading is a valuable skill that you would be wise to learn. Consider this your first lesson for the day.”
“What am I going to need to know about black-market trading for? In case you’ve forgotten, I run a legitimate business. A business I’d very much like to get back to if that’s perfectly alright with you.”
“Oh, forgive me for taking you away from the exciting lifestyle that is mopping up the vomit of incapacitated drunkards.”
Roxanne glared at the back of his large head. “I’ll have you know there’s a lot of work that goes into what I do.”
“Work that you enjoy?”
This caught her off-guard a little. She stopped briefly, then hurried up to walk beside him. “That’s not the point.”
“Isn’t it? Honestly, I cannot comprehend why would you saddle yourself with a career that you don’t find entertaining.”
“Life isn’t just about entertaining yourself. It’s about...doing something you can take pride in.”
“And what’s to stop you from doing both? Personally, I find my career as a villain quite entertaining as well as rewarding.” He rounded a corner and started down an alleyway.
Roxanne followed by his side. “You get your entertainment at the expense of others.”
“Is that really such a bad thing?”
“Of course it is! Compassion for your fellow man is part of what makes us human.”
Mentedor chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” asked Roxanne.
“You know, for someone as seemingly intelligent as you are, you really are quite naive.”
“Excuse me?”
“When was the last time you personally saw anyone - besides yourself - do something truly altruistic, hm?”
Roxanne paused for a moment, trying to come up with an example.
“Exactly,” said Mentedor. “The truth is, every citizen of Metro County is just as selfish as I am. I’m just a little more open about it.”
“I don’t buy that.”
“Well, if you can come up with a counterexample, by all means, let me know.”
She paused again before saying, “Wayne.”
“What’s this about the sheriff?”
“He’s selfless.”
Mentedor laughed. “Oh ho ho ho, right! Come on, Roxanne. Surely you of all people should know that righteousness is far closer to villainy than it is to altruism.”
“How in the world do you figure that?”
“How many times has your bar been trashed during one of our fights?”
Roxanne paused again.
Mentedor continued. “If Wayne were really as selfless as you claim he is, you’d think he’d at least have the basic courtesy to take our quarrels outside. But he doesn’t. Because he doesn’t care. He’s too preoccupied playing his role as the hero to my villain to worry about the well being of anyone else. Whether his actions help or harm others is inconsequential to him. So long as he gets to banter and receive the public glory of saving the day. It’s a game to us. Nothing more.”
Roxanne didn’t know how to respond to this. Mentedor seemed to be making a remarkable amount of sense, and that bothered her on more than one level. Finally she managed, “Okay, maybe Wayne was a bad example, but other people...”
“Other people?” said Mentedor, stopping and turning toward her. She stopped as well and looked at his incredulous face. As he spoke, he seemed to get more and more irritated. “What, you mean like the patrons of your bar who have never once lifted a finger to help you when I caused trouble? Or that man who let me waltz onto the train with you bound and gagged without the slightest protest? Tell me, Roxanne, who among the populace has show anything that even remotely resembles benevolence? Honestly, how much longer do I have to keep doing this before you open your eyes and see that they’re not worthy of your concern?”
“Doing...this?” She arched an eyebrow, looking at him suspiciously. “What is ‘this’ exactly?”
“Showing you!” He was gesturing broadly now, speaking with passion. “Showing you how the people of this county are nothing more than cattle! Showing you that you don’t have to adhere to the social standards that make you so much less than what you could be!”
She crossed her arms. “And what could I be?”
“A villain!” he blurted out, seemingly without thinking. “You and I, working together? We could be unstoppable! Why do you think I’ve spent so much time trying to show you the idiocy of everyone else? Or how much excitement you could be having if you joined me?”
“Wait. You want to get me to join you?!”
“That’s the plan, yes!”
Roxanne’s eye went wide and she went silent for a moment. “The...plan?”
Suddenly, Mentedor looked very uncomfortable.
“The plan,” continued Roxanne, growing angrier by the moment. “As in...the plan? As in the plan you’ve been talking about for years now?”
Mentedor looked around nervously. He began talking to himself under his breath. “No, no,” he muttered, “too soon, too soon.”
“I was the plan?! You’ve been putting me through all of this so you could...?”
He glanced back at her, nervously.
“But why me?!” she demanded. “There are plenty of people out there more...skilled than I am. More evil than I am. Younger and prettier than I am. Of all the people in Metro County, why’d you have to choose me?”
“Because there isn’t anyone else!” he said, almost desperately. “You said it yourself back at the restaurant. The people of this county are idiots. But you...you’re different! I knew it from the first time I met you. You’re smart. You’re strong. You’re not afraid to say and do what you believe in, even if it goes in the face of any and all social conventions. The fact that you managed to procure your own saloon and continue to maintain it after all I’ve done to it is evidence enough of your skill and passion! And yet despite all your virtues, you choose to throw them away on a dull, predictable life. That’s why I put the plan in motion. To show you just how much better things could be for you!”
“Oh, so this was for my well being?!” she practically shouted. “Well, you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t feel like thanking you for going out of your way to ruin my life!”
There was sadness and frustration in his bright green eyes. “I wasn’t trying to ruin your life! I was trying to save it! If I’ve been tearing you down...it’s only because I know you’ll rise from the ashes to become something much greater! I knew that once you saw what you were missing out on...”
“Missing out on what? Missing out on having no say in what happens to me? Missing out on being thrown into danger?”
“You were never in any danger,” he said, quietly.
“Oh no? What about on the train? What about the bandits?”
He hesitated. “Okay, that wasn’t supposed to happen...” he admitted, apologetically. “But...that was just a fluke. I don’t normally run into that sort of problem.”
“That’s not the point! You put me in that situation against my will! And because of that, I almost...God, did you even take a moment to think what would have happened if Wayne hadn’t shown up when he did?!”
Guilt flooded his features. He glanced around again, then took a bit of his cape in his hands and began kneading it, as if trying to distract himself. He looked very much like a child. “I.... Roxanne, believe me, I would never wish any harm upon you. I...I just wanted you to....” He paused.
“To what?”
He was silent for awhile, looking off to the side. “To...like me.”
“Like you?” she asked, incredulously. “Like you? Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You destroyed my bar, you came into my home and kidnapped me, and you treated me like a pawn in your selfish little game in an attempt to get me to like you? God, just how stupid are you?!”
“It...it wasn’t supposed to be like that. This...the whole plan sounded a lot better in my head. You were supposed to.... Please understand, I’d never want to hurt you.”
“Well, you did hurt me! You hurt me more than anyone else in my life ever has!”
Mentedor’s eyes grew wide and for a moment he didn’t speak. His gaze wandered to the hideous bruise on her arm. “Roxanne, I...I’m so sorry.... I just...I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Seriously? Of all the ways you could have approached me, this is the best thing that supposedly brilliant head of yours could come up with?”
“What else could I have done?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Talking to me? Treating me like a human being? Doing pretty much anything a normal person would?”
“That doesn’t work for me! Being a villain is the only way people...accept me. For years I tried being civil and playing by the rules. And it never gotten me anywhere. How could it when...? Anytime someone sees me, they take one look and just...assume I’m a monster.”
“I didn’t.”
He stared at her, almost intrigued. “You...didn’t?”
“No. I didn’t think you were a monster until you proved that to me yourself.”
He looked back down at his cape where he was still kneading it with his fingers. He bit his lower lip and seemed to be considering something. Then he looked back up at her. “In that case can we...can we just start over? If you got to know me, I think...”
“I don’t want to know you!” she blurted out. She was so angry at this whole situation. And she needed to, in no uncertain terms, make him understand. “You are the single most annoying, vile, selfish creature I’ve ever met in my life! And, you know what? If for whatever reason I ever do decide to become evil and pursue a life of crime, you are the last person I’d ever choose to team up with! Someone would have to be crazy to willingly spend more than two minutes with you! It’s a miracle Mount hasn’t left you yet! I want you out of my life! Do you understand me?!”
Mentedor looked as if he’d just been shot in the chest. For a long moment he just stood there, frozen. Then, eventually, he dropped the edge of his cape, letting it fall back behind him, and straightened his shoulders. The hurt seemed to leave his face completely and he looked at her with his usual confidence. “Very well, Miss Ritchi,” he said very formally, although Roxanne could hear the slightest quiver in his voice. “Our agreement stated that I was to take you where you wished to go once the plan reached completion. The plan has failed and thus I will escort you back to your home.”
Roxanne was surprised at both his words and sudden change in demeanor, but said nothing.
“I still have some matters I need to attend to here. We will meet at sundown at a designated location. Is the post office acceptable?”
Roxanne just nodded.
“Very well then,” said Mentedor, quickly. Then he turned and, with a flick of his cape, walked briskly down the alleyway, around a corner, and out of sight.
Roxanne stood there for awhile, not know how to feel or what to do. She looked back the way she came. She figured it would be a good idea to find the post office, so she’d known where to be when it was time to go home. But something else was pulling her in the direction Mentedor had retreated. Curiosity, perhaps? Condemning her pursuit in her own mind, she hurried off to see if she could spot where Mentedor had run off to. Rounding the corner she saw no sign of him. She continued wandering, looking around, until finally she heard a strange noise. It sounded like...gasping? She followed the noises to a small, abandoned barn and carefully peaked in.
Mentedor was sitting on the floor against a wall, his knees bent in front of him. His head was down and his long, thin fingers were gripping the top of his giant cranium. He rocked back and forth slightly, trembling. He was whispering quietly to himself between sobs and Roxanne could only make out a fraction of the words.
“...stupid...” she heard him hiss to himself. “...freak......what did you......hurt her......hurt Roxanne......God......how could...think she’d......idiot......wasn’t supposed to......please, just......worthless, little......why did I......such......monster....”
Roxanne backed away. Since he’d visited her bar a week ago, Mentedor had done a lot of things she’s never thought he was capable of. But seeing him here, crying...this was in a category all its own. She’d mean to hurt him, but...not like this. She told herself that he’d earned everything she’d said to him. And, really, he had. But she couldn’t help feeling bad for him. And a little freaked out by this whole turn of events. This was all just too much.
She left him crying in the barn and went to look for the post office.
Preview: In the next exciting chapter of The Successful Failures of El Mentedor: Things get a little less depressing when Roxanne and Mentedor have dinner together. Also, Roxanne gets a very special present from Mentedor! Could it be his penis? Tune in to find out!
Word Count: About 2,500
Rating: PG for consistency.
Genre: AU/Comedy/Western/Drama
Summary: A Western AU with characters based on those from the movie Megamind.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
FBI Warning: This chapter contains dangerously low levels of funny. It is strongly recommended you take a humor supplement before reading this chapter. Professional drivers are on a closed course. Do not attempt this at home.
Eventually, Roxanne began to notice that Mount was gradually drifting toward the right-hand side of the road, to the point where if things continued this way, they’d go directly into the wall of a nearby building. Apparently Mentedor noticed too. “Mount?” he asked. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, uh....” Mount steadied his course and the fish turned in his tank to face them. There were bags under his eyes. “Sorry about that, señor. I guess I let my mind wander a little there.”
Roxanne spoke up. “You look exhausted. Did you get any sleep last night?”
“Well...uh...not exactly.” Mount yawned.
“You should pull over.”
“Hey!” said Mentedor, indignantly. “Don’t tell my horse what to do! Mount, pull over!”
“But, señor! I’m supposed to take you to the dealer!”
“It’s not a far walk from here. You need your sleep. Now don’t question me.”
“Yes, señor,” said the fish, gratefully, and found a place to stop on the side of the road.
Mentedor hopped down. “Come along, Roxanne.”
“You know what?” she said. “I think I’ll stay here. Seedy dealers aren’t exactly my cup of tea.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist you joint me.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist you go jump in a pit of quicksand.”
Mentedor sighed, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at her head. “Don’t make me use this, Miss Ritchi.”
She smirked. “Oh, come on, Mentedor. We both know you’re not going to shoot me.”
He looked a little stumped by this. Then his face brightened and he turned to shoot a blast of energy at a window of a nearby shop, causing the glass to shatter. “Ah, the joys of property damage,” he said, firing some more shots into various walls and windows around them. “Just like old times, eh, Roxanne?”
Roxanne let out a disapproving grunt and got down from Mount.
“Oh, wonderful!” said Mentedor, lowering his gun and smiling widely. “You’ve decided to join me!” He flipped cape dramatically and started down the street. “This way.”
She followed him, clearly annoyed. “What do you need me for anyway? Can’t you just do this yourself?”
“Of course I can. But black-market trading is a valuable skill that you would be wise to learn. Consider this your first lesson for the day.”
“What am I going to need to know about black-market trading for? In case you’ve forgotten, I run a legitimate business. A business I’d very much like to get back to if that’s perfectly alright with you.”
“Oh, forgive me for taking you away from the exciting lifestyle that is mopping up the vomit of incapacitated drunkards.”
Roxanne glared at the back of his large head. “I’ll have you know there’s a lot of work that goes into what I do.”
“Work that you enjoy?”
This caught her off-guard a little. She stopped briefly, then hurried up to walk beside him. “That’s not the point.”
“Isn’t it? Honestly, I cannot comprehend why would you saddle yourself with a career that you don’t find entertaining.”
“Life isn’t just about entertaining yourself. It’s about...doing something you can take pride in.”
“And what’s to stop you from doing both? Personally, I find my career as a villain quite entertaining as well as rewarding.” He rounded a corner and started down an alleyway.
Roxanne followed by his side. “You get your entertainment at the expense of others.”
“Is that really such a bad thing?”
“Of course it is! Compassion for your fellow man is part of what makes us human.”
Mentedor chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” asked Roxanne.
“You know, for someone as seemingly intelligent as you are, you really are quite naive.”
“Excuse me?”
“When was the last time you personally saw anyone - besides yourself - do something truly altruistic, hm?”
Roxanne paused for a moment, trying to come up with an example.
“Exactly,” said Mentedor. “The truth is, every citizen of Metro County is just as selfish as I am. I’m just a little more open about it.”
“I don’t buy that.”
“Well, if you can come up with a counterexample, by all means, let me know.”
She paused again before saying, “Wayne.”
“What’s this about the sheriff?”
“He’s selfless.”
Mentedor laughed. “Oh ho ho ho, right! Come on, Roxanne. Surely you of all people should know that righteousness is far closer to villainy than it is to altruism.”
“How in the world do you figure that?”
“How many times has your bar been trashed during one of our fights?”
Roxanne paused again.
Mentedor continued. “If Wayne were really as selfless as you claim he is, you’d think he’d at least have the basic courtesy to take our quarrels outside. But he doesn’t. Because he doesn’t care. He’s too preoccupied playing his role as the hero to my villain to worry about the well being of anyone else. Whether his actions help or harm others is inconsequential to him. So long as he gets to banter and receive the public glory of saving the day. It’s a game to us. Nothing more.”
Roxanne didn’t know how to respond to this. Mentedor seemed to be making a remarkable amount of sense, and that bothered her on more than one level. Finally she managed, “Okay, maybe Wayne was a bad example, but other people...”
“Other people?” said Mentedor, stopping and turning toward her. She stopped as well and looked at his incredulous face. As he spoke, he seemed to get more and more irritated. “What, you mean like the patrons of your bar who have never once lifted a finger to help you when I caused trouble? Or that man who let me waltz onto the train with you bound and gagged without the slightest protest? Tell me, Roxanne, who among the populace has show anything that even remotely resembles benevolence? Honestly, how much longer do I have to keep doing this before you open your eyes and see that they’re not worthy of your concern?”
“Doing...this?” She arched an eyebrow, looking at him suspiciously. “What is ‘this’ exactly?”
“Showing you!” He was gesturing broadly now, speaking with passion. “Showing you how the people of this county are nothing more than cattle! Showing you that you don’t have to adhere to the social standards that make you so much less than what you could be!”
She crossed her arms. “And what could I be?”
“A villain!” he blurted out, seemingly without thinking. “You and I, working together? We could be unstoppable! Why do you think I’ve spent so much time trying to show you the idiocy of everyone else? Or how much excitement you could be having if you joined me?”
“Wait. You want to get me to join you?!”
“That’s the plan, yes!”
Roxanne’s eye went wide and she went silent for a moment. “The...plan?”
Suddenly, Mentedor looked very uncomfortable.
“The plan,” continued Roxanne, growing angrier by the moment. “As in...the plan? As in the plan you’ve been talking about for years now?”
Mentedor looked around nervously. He began talking to himself under his breath. “No, no,” he muttered, “too soon, too soon.”
“I was the plan?! You’ve been putting me through all of this so you could...?”
He glanced back at her, nervously.
“But why me?!” she demanded. “There are plenty of people out there more...skilled than I am. More evil than I am. Younger and prettier than I am. Of all the people in Metro County, why’d you have to choose me?”
“Because there isn’t anyone else!” he said, almost desperately. “You said it yourself back at the restaurant. The people of this county are idiots. But you...you’re different! I knew it from the first time I met you. You’re smart. You’re strong. You’re not afraid to say and do what you believe in, even if it goes in the face of any and all social conventions. The fact that you managed to procure your own saloon and continue to maintain it after all I’ve done to it is evidence enough of your skill and passion! And yet despite all your virtues, you choose to throw them away on a dull, predictable life. That’s why I put the plan in motion. To show you just how much better things could be for you!”
“Oh, so this was for my well being?!” she practically shouted. “Well, you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t feel like thanking you for going out of your way to ruin my life!”
There was sadness and frustration in his bright green eyes. “I wasn’t trying to ruin your life! I was trying to save it! If I’ve been tearing you down...it’s only because I know you’ll rise from the ashes to become something much greater! I knew that once you saw what you were missing out on...”
“Missing out on what? Missing out on having no say in what happens to me? Missing out on being thrown into danger?”
“You were never in any danger,” he said, quietly.
“Oh no? What about on the train? What about the bandits?”
He hesitated. “Okay, that wasn’t supposed to happen...” he admitted, apologetically. “But...that was just a fluke. I don’t normally run into that sort of problem.”
“That’s not the point! You put me in that situation against my will! And because of that, I almost...God, did you even take a moment to think what would have happened if Wayne hadn’t shown up when he did?!”
Guilt flooded his features. He glanced around again, then took a bit of his cape in his hands and began kneading it, as if trying to distract himself. He looked very much like a child. “I.... Roxanne, believe me, I would never wish any harm upon you. I...I just wanted you to....” He paused.
“To what?”
He was silent for awhile, looking off to the side. “To...like me.”
“Like you?” she asked, incredulously. “Like you? Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You destroyed my bar, you came into my home and kidnapped me, and you treated me like a pawn in your selfish little game in an attempt to get me to like you? God, just how stupid are you?!”
“It...it wasn’t supposed to be like that. This...the whole plan sounded a lot better in my head. You were supposed to.... Please understand, I’d never want to hurt you.”
“Well, you did hurt me! You hurt me more than anyone else in my life ever has!”
Mentedor’s eyes grew wide and for a moment he didn’t speak. His gaze wandered to the hideous bruise on her arm. “Roxanne, I...I’m so sorry.... I just...I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Seriously? Of all the ways you could have approached me, this is the best thing that supposedly brilliant head of yours could come up with?”
“What else could I have done?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Talking to me? Treating me like a human being? Doing pretty much anything a normal person would?”
“That doesn’t work for me! Being a villain is the only way people...accept me. For years I tried being civil and playing by the rules. And it never gotten me anywhere. How could it when...? Anytime someone sees me, they take one look and just...assume I’m a monster.”
“I didn’t.”
He stared at her, almost intrigued. “You...didn’t?”
“No. I didn’t think you were a monster until you proved that to me yourself.”
He looked back down at his cape where he was still kneading it with his fingers. He bit his lower lip and seemed to be considering something. Then he looked back up at her. “In that case can we...can we just start over? If you got to know me, I think...”
“I don’t want to know you!” she blurted out. She was so angry at this whole situation. And she needed to, in no uncertain terms, make him understand. “You are the single most annoying, vile, selfish creature I’ve ever met in my life! And, you know what? If for whatever reason I ever do decide to become evil and pursue a life of crime, you are the last person I’d ever choose to team up with! Someone would have to be crazy to willingly spend more than two minutes with you! It’s a miracle Mount hasn’t left you yet! I want you out of my life! Do you understand me?!”
Mentedor looked as if he’d just been shot in the chest. For a long moment he just stood there, frozen. Then, eventually, he dropped the edge of his cape, letting it fall back behind him, and straightened his shoulders. The hurt seemed to leave his face completely and he looked at her with his usual confidence. “Very well, Miss Ritchi,” he said very formally, although Roxanne could hear the slightest quiver in his voice. “Our agreement stated that I was to take you where you wished to go once the plan reached completion. The plan has failed and thus I will escort you back to your home.”
Roxanne was surprised at both his words and sudden change in demeanor, but said nothing.
“I still have some matters I need to attend to here. We will meet at sundown at a designated location. Is the post office acceptable?”
Roxanne just nodded.
“Very well then,” said Mentedor, quickly. Then he turned and, with a flick of his cape, walked briskly down the alleyway, around a corner, and out of sight.
Roxanne stood there for awhile, not know how to feel or what to do. She looked back the way she came. She figured it would be a good idea to find the post office, so she’d known where to be when it was time to go home. But something else was pulling her in the direction Mentedor had retreated. Curiosity, perhaps? Condemning her pursuit in her own mind, she hurried off to see if she could spot where Mentedor had run off to. Rounding the corner she saw no sign of him. She continued wandering, looking around, until finally she heard a strange noise. It sounded like...gasping? She followed the noises to a small, abandoned barn and carefully peaked in.
Mentedor was sitting on the floor against a wall, his knees bent in front of him. His head was down and his long, thin fingers were gripping the top of his giant cranium. He rocked back and forth slightly, trembling. He was whispering quietly to himself between sobs and Roxanne could only make out a fraction of the words.
“...stupid...” she heard him hiss to himself. “...freak......what did you......hurt her......hurt Roxanne......God......how could...think she’d......idiot......wasn’t supposed to......please, just......worthless, little......why did I......such......monster....”
Roxanne backed away. Since he’d visited her bar a week ago, Mentedor had done a lot of things she’s never thought he was capable of. But seeing him here, crying...this was in a category all its own. She’d mean to hurt him, but...not like this. She told herself that he’d earned everything she’d said to him. And, really, he had. But she couldn’t help feeling bad for him. And a little freaked out by this whole turn of events. This was all just too much.
She left him crying in the barn and went to look for the post office.
Preview: In the next exciting chapter of The Successful Failures of El Mentedor: Things get a little less depressing when Roxanne and Mentedor have dinner together. Also, Roxanne gets a very special present from Mentedor! Could it be his penis? Tune in to find out!