So, uh, I'm having a great day. Nearly got killed twice, switched from bad to good to bad to good, realized I was in love with my best friend, and is now watching him fall through the air desperately. Greeaaat day.
How did this even happen, you ask, pretty cliché-ly. Well, we're gonna have to go pretty far back. Hey, not to when I was a baby. Go a bit further in. Okay, here we go. My school days. Or, as he would call, my shool days.
You see, I went to this small school, across from the prison, with all these soft headed nameless kids. I wasn't really popular, or unpopular. I was always liked by everyone, but was never quite connected to anyone. Well, that was when I met both my worst enemy, and my best friend.
Wayne, was a handsome goody two-shoes with an ascot, who won everyone over. I already knew him. He had been going to this school as long as I had. I didn't really care for him. Especially with his constant flirting, trying to win me over. I really couldn't stand it.
And then... Bleu. I remember when he came in. He was dressed in an orange prison suit, and everyone was stark quiet. They were all thinking the same thing, though I could feel Wayne staring and thinking with much more venom. I could see where he got his name, his skin was completely blue! And he looked so scared, and I wondered why he was dressed up in a prison suit. Mother said not to judge by a cover, after all.
And so a rivalry started, not with me in it, of course. But I noticed a pattern, as I always like to do. Wayne would do this great amazing thing, at least to them, like make popcorn. And then, Bleu would copy it, try to fit in, try to not feel so alone. And unfortunately, even though his inventions brilliant, they just didn't work. And so he was sent to time out, and Wayne was given a good star for his 'efforts.'
That was the first time I talked to him, when he made the popcorn and got time-out.
"I'm Roxanne Ritchi, but you can call me Roxy." It was so simple, but he looked so surprised. And in this quiet voice, he went,
"I-I'm Bleu..."
And I knew at that moment, that Bleu could be the person I finally had a connection with, after my mother died. I held out my hand to shake, and I smiled, sure and confident, and he smiled just the opposite, insecure, and nervous.
Fitting in was never an option for him. But it was fine by us. It was just me and him, and his minion, fighting against the world.
While the others learned the 'itsy bitsy spider', I learned how to invent, to find solutions, and when he made a gun that dehydrated animate objects, I found out how to rehydrate them. But soon I saw the level of hatred he got, and for no reason! Bullied and taunted, just for trying his best? And as he was hit by dodgeballs, I started to detest those people more and more. And soon, they began to hate me too. Fine by me!
And I noticed a final pattern. No matter how hard he tried, he was always the odd man out, the last one picked, the screw-up, the black sheep, the bad boy. And I was his partner, the one to pick him up, and glare, at the people I'd come to loathe. Was this destiny? Hold on. Maybe it was. If they could only see him as a supervillain...
It hit me: If he were to be the supervillain, I would be his partner! We were destined to be supervillains, and mister perfect was destined to be out rival! If our die has been cast, then I'll let this lifelong, enduring, epic career begin, and I'll love every second of it! Very soon, the battles became elaborate. We would make some small victories, but that stupid goody two shoes would always win! But I knew that soon, we would win! Bleu and I together, a best friend, supervillain duo, we're unstoppable!
Wayne took on a name like Metro Man, of course. Bleu decided on a, as he called, more humble name, "Megamind, incredibly handsome criminal genius, and co-master of all villainy!" I went for something that was more simple, in a literal sense.
Ro-X.
