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Kabby's Writings and Icons ([personal profile] oricouldbeapoet) wrote2011-09-30 08:37 am
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For the Good of the Town - Prologue

Title: For the Good of the Town - Prologue 
Summary: Gustave Myros goes to fix the workings at the steam power plant, and comes across a woman who seems so out of place there.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Gruesome and gory death, with limited description.
Fandom: Tangled/Megamind
Verse: Steampunk
Characters/Pairing: Megamind, Rapunzel, Misc.; Megamind/Rapunzel
Word Count: ~324
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Disney owns Tangled, Dreamworks owns Megamind. The title, as well as Fredrick Worthington and his death, come from the song "Blood, Sweat and Tears" by The Cog Is Dead. The name Gustave Myros was given to this version of Megamind by [livejournal.com profile] truthliesmagic.

He first met her as the result of a most tragic accident.

Gustave Myros hadn’t made the steam power plants, but his gift for inventing and fixing was well-known. When there was a repair the workers couldn’t make, he was often sent for. 

Such had been the case after the death of Fredrick Worthington.

The man had been blown back by an exploding tank, right into the gears… Quite the gruesome death for the other workers to see, and Gustave had to admit the thought made him feel sick to his stomach, and wonder if he should be helping the plant keep going.

But he’d already said he’d help with this case, so he headed over to the man’s station to see what had caused the explosion. It was on the way that he’d passed her.

Rapunzel Rappaport was considered the beauty of the plant. Her hair, cut short so it wouldn’t get caught in gears, shone bright blonde beneath the dirt it accumulated from work. Her eyes were large, a gentle shade of hazel, and her smile very sweet.

But she had no smile that day, only tears. In fact, for a moment, Gustave assumed she must have been Worthington’s wife, but… No, she was dressed for working the factory.  What was such a fair woman doing in such a dangerous profession? Once the workings were fixed, he found himself struggling to resist asking her… But he knew -- even he, with his lack of tact, knew -- that it wasn’t the time. Still, he felt compelled to speak her, and offered his awkward condolences. She had looked up at him, wide eyes filled with gratitude, and he felt… Oddly moved.

He’d wanted to say more, but then the workers were told to go back to their station, and the woman dutifully obeyed. He hadn’t even caught her name.

It could have been the last he ever saw of her.

But it wasn’t.