Readying the can of knockout spray, Megamind shook it up. The sound of the rattle proved that this was yet another thing that was going to pile problem after problem on his week. The can was empty.
Muttering under his breath, “Horrible creation of science! How hard is it to pack a refill?” he angrily tossed the can away, only to flinch at the noise it made. But it was far too late to come up with a new plan now, there was Roxanne! Cursing internally, he dodged out of sight, heart pounding.
It had to be now. Dashing out from the shadows, he grabbed Roxanne from behind. With one hand over her mouth, Megamind pulled her back into the alley.
Roxanne looks up as she tucks her phone away, swearing she’d heard a soft, muffled rattling sound? She nearly jumps out of her skin when it’s followed shortly by a hollow metallic clang, no more than a few feet away. “Is somebody out there? I warn you, I know-”
But the wary reporter’s threat is cut off with a gloved hand over her mouth and an arm around her waist, dragging her back into the shadows. Her worst fears confirmed, Roxanne screams as loud as she can through the fingers, then bites down on one of them and throws a kick back behind her, struggling to duck under the arm and break free.
“Let me GO or the next kick goes somewhere soft.”
“OW!” Megamind jerked, and wrestled for control to get her into the shadow of the alley before yanking her arms around to try and pin her to the wall. Strength at least was on his side, though thin he’d learned to fight dirty in the prison yard and his alien biology made him stronger and more durable than he looked.
“Ha ha ha, Miss Ritchi,” he deadpanned, “We both know how well that worked out last time,” he tried to think of his quirk of anatomy as a biological blessing, not having external genitalia to be vulnerable to such attacks and not something that just made him freakish and alien.
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