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Hell.

Beep, Beep, Beep, BEEP!

Six o'clock already? Megamind rubbed his eyes. My, time did fly when you were the evil overlord of Metrocity. Metro City. Whatever. "Hit it, Minion!"

SMASH!

He turned and glared at his inept, albeit well-meaning sidekick.

"Oh. Sorry sir, you meant the city-wide stereo system you had installed last week. Wait one moment, one teeny tiny smidgeon of a…"

Megamind groaned, dropping his bloated blue forehead into his hands. "That is the third alarm clock this week, we're not made of money, you know, and I'm getting really tired of that bank manager, he actually tried to hit me last time we…"

I wake up every evening,
With a big smile on my face,
And it never feels out of place!

He started smirking. Oh, nothing felt better than grooving out to your favorite tunes when you ruled the world. "Start the projectors!" After all, his citizens—ahem, mindless drones should be able to see him rocking out, having the time of his life. No use gloating if there's no one to gloat to.

And you're still probably working,
At a nine to five pace,
I wonder how bad that tastes!

Roxanne grimaced at the insane blue alien's newest favorite song. It wasn't enough for him to terrorize the city, destroy public property, dirty up the streets, take everything he wanted, vandalize—he had to rub it in their faces by blasting music at them at 6 PM too? All she wanted was to go home and nurse a warm cup of chamomile tea and pretend this had never happened.

Megamind glared at Minion back in his lair. "Code: why aren't the projectors working?" he hissed.

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell,
Hope it gives you hell!
When you walk my way,
Hope it gives you hell,
Hope it gives you hell,
When you find a man
That's worth a damn
And treats you well,
Then he's a fool, you're just as well,
Hope it give you hell!

The billboards, the buildings, even the foggy underbelly of the night sky lit up with his smirking blue face. She couldn't turn her eyes anywhere without him staring at her, and she felt her breath quicken, hyperventilation kicking in, before she realized it was all in her head, he couldn't touch her. Besides, he was talking to everybody.

Although sometimes she felt that like MetroMan, who knew her name, then called everyone else, "Random Citizen," she was one of the few people Megamind actually knew. Which meant this was personal—personally insulting her work habits, her morals, her friendship with MetroMan, although if Megamind was the idiot she assumed him to be, he probably thought she and MetroMan had been dating or something.

Now where's that picket fence love,
And where's that shiny car,
Now did it ever get you far?

Megamind was enjoying this. The whole city was his playground, his stage. Oh, to be the evil overlord. He so should have tried harder his earlier years, achieved this long before.

You've never seen so tense, love,
I've never seen you fall so hard,
And do you know where you are?

Twirling around as he swished his arms back and forth, snapping on the beat, he inched over to his control panel. Deftly pressing a few buttons and turning a few of the whirly dials, the cameras he had installed came up on screen.

"Show me, Roxanne," he ordered in his evilest voice.

Her angry face filled up the screen. She was pouting—her lips pressed together, her eyes narrowed in a glare, and she looked angry and fierce. But underneath that there was a sort of tension, a tiredness. Even her screen-makeup couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes.

What was she glaring at? Oh yeah, his face. He smirked.

Truth be told I miss you,
And truth be told I'm lying,

The worst part was, she missed him.

She missed his insane kidnapping, and his plans that didn't work, and the banter they exchanged, and how they would push each other and tease each other. It had all been fun and it had almost all seemed like a game, a game that ended happily for everyone. He loved going to prison, it gave him the room to think of the next ridiculous scheme.

Everything had been perfect, and he had to go and win, he had to go and ruin it all.

She missed the way everything had been, when it had been perfect. She missed laughing at him, and she hated hating him.

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell,
Hope it gives you hell!
When you walk my way,
Hope it gives you hell,
Hope it gives you hell,
When you find a man
That's worth a damn
And treats you well,
Then he's a fool, you're just as well,
Hope it give you hell!

She walked back to her car, determination burning inside her like the death ray that had killed her hero. Oh, she would find him, alright, and she would give him some hell.

Unless he found her first.