When he heard the voice of his original, it was almost a relief; at least now he'd find out what Megamind had in store for him. Ark vaguely knew there were some sort of... rules in place for how encounters with his original and Miss Ritchi were conducted, and that Ark himself had broken those rules, so he fully expected that Megamind would have some sort of recompense in mind.
Take being told not to move, for example. A perfectly reasonable order, if there was some sort of... of... oh, evil device of... evilness.
Ark grimaced at his own thoughts. Zeus on high, Miss Ritchi must have given his head a very good whack if his thoughts were this jumbled. It was alarming, but he had bigger things to worry about in the present than whether or not Miss Ritchi had managed to give him brain damage.
Forcing his eyes open, if only a crack, he panicked when he saw his original coming at him with a cloth; smothering was not the way he wanted to go, thank you very much. In fact, he'd rather not go at all and he might be in incredible amounts of pain, but that wouldn't stop him putting up a fight.
With a hiss of aggression and pain, he lifted his uninjured arm in what he hoped was a suitably defensive gesture as he rolled away--
The hiss became a full cry of pain as he managed to roll just far enough to put all his weight on his broken hand. He also saw that he was, in fact, on his original's bed, not the floor of the lair - but out of these two pieces of information, the former was much more important than the latter. Ark pulled his broken hand away and held it against his chest, his other hand still trying - pathetically, but still trying - to fend off Megamind.
He'd hoped that if his original ever got the guts to kill him, he'd go out a bit more spectacularly than this.
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Take being told not to move, for example. A perfectly reasonable order, if there was some sort of... of... oh, evil device of... evilness.
Ark grimaced at his own thoughts. Zeus on high, Miss Ritchi must have given his head a very good whack if his thoughts were this jumbled. It was alarming, but he had bigger things to worry about in the present than whether or not Miss Ritchi had managed to give him brain damage.
Forcing his eyes open, if only a crack, he panicked when he saw his original coming at him with a cloth; smothering was not the way he wanted to go, thank you very much. In fact, he'd rather not go at all and he might be in incredible amounts of pain, but that wouldn't stop him putting up a fight.
With a hiss of aggression and pain, he lifted his uninjured arm in what he hoped was a suitably defensive gesture as he rolled away--
The hiss became a full cry of pain as he managed to roll just far enough to put all his weight on his broken hand. He also saw that he was, in fact, on his original's bed, not the floor of the lair - but out of these two pieces of information, the former was much more important than the latter. Ark pulled his broken hand away and held it against his chest, his other hand still trying - pathetically, but still trying - to fend off Megamind.
He'd hoped that if his original ever got the guts to kill him, he'd go out a bit more spectacularly than this.