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Disclaimer: This is written purely for the love of writing, the enjoyment of others, and not for profit.

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The Curse of the Comet
Prologue
by sweetPixiesmile

She stomped down the corridor, her green eyes blazing. Teens scattered before her, holding their noses, or pressed themselves up against the blue and white lockers that lined the hallway. Some hooted and hollered. Others just stayed away or joined the growing crowd following her. Banners advertising the homecoming dance hung from the white tiled ceiling. She turned at the corner and passed by a trophy case with a triangular gold, white and navy blue banner that read "Go Lions!"

The gymnasium double doors banged open with a satisfying reverberating bass, but only revealed the basketball team running practises. The three-on-three scrimmage nearest to the door broke up as six foot eight athletes backed away from the expression on her face.

"Hoshit, what's that smell?" one asked, straightening up from his crouch the ball held in his hands. The teammate covering him grabbed him and spun him around. His face paled and he stumbled back as she approached, his hands up. "Uh, sorry, Sh-shego... I didn't mean anything..."

"Get lost," she growled at him, as she stalked past. Her long black hair was plastered to her, and was dripping something that did not smell sanitary.

"Dude, you're so lucky," his teammate muttered. The slim girl slammed the exit leading outside to the fields with her hand, the doors flying open with a grating squeal as the metal bent from the force of her blow. Four parallel runnels were gouged into the painted surface.

"C'mon!" called one of the other team mates. "You know who she's lookin' for. We have got to be there when it all goes down!" The basketball players looked at each other before ignoring the coach, grinning and joining the crowd that followed in the irate girl.

"I bet on Gerda!"

"No way, Shego'd wipe the floor with her!"

"Gerda and all the cheerleaders!"

"It's the same thing!"

"I bet Shego's gonna send them all screaming!"

"Two to one she lights up!"

"What kind of bet is that? She's so stoked, you know someone's gonna fry."

"Three to one she lights one of them up!"

As Shego stepped out into the sunlight, her pale skin took on a slight greenish tint. She rubbed her left hand. Those metal doors were hard. Before her was the track and soccer pitch. In the distance she heard a chorus of voices chanting, "boom, boom, down they go; boom, boom all part of the show..." She snarled, knowing that the ones she was looking for were likely flaunting themselves in front of the football team.

"We say Lions, you say fight! We say Lions, you say fight!"

She fumed as she stalked out. Her hands were beginning to glimmer, the grass her feet touched shrivelled and browned.

Fucking Gerda and her fucking bitches, won't fucking leave me alone...

To their credit, the cheerleaders didn't run when Shego appeared at the top of the bleachers that they were practising in front of. They had just completed their three tier pyramid, and were waving their pompoms. She stomped purposefully down the steps as the girls dismounted their pyramid and clustered together. A tall athletic blond stepped out from the crowd of worried and anxious girls and stood waiting for Shego to reach the ground. The blond was beautiful, with large, deep blue eyes and a long lithe body.

"Stop right there, girl, 'cause you so need a bath," the cheerleader said, wrinkling her perfect nose.

"This is it, Gerda. The last straw. Quit fucking with me and no one gets hurt."

"Quit what? What are you talking about?" The blond pouted with her full glossy lips.

"I've got proof, you stupid cow. You think that I wouldn't wise up after the gum incident?"

"You're threatening me!" The girl's face was nothing like the cringing voice coming out of her mouth. "You have claws, you're green like a witch, you're sour, and mean spirited and-"

"I'm not the one who filled a condom full of fox urine and rigged it to pop when the locker door was opened!"

"Monsters have no place in our school."

"Then maybe you should leave."

"I feel bad that your mommy and daddy can't afford to get you some extra clothes." The blond paused and put her hand theatrically to her surprised mouth. "Oh wait! You don't even have a mommy or daddy anymore!"

"Shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you," Shego growled.

"I'm sorry that your life is such a tragedy that you have to be a royal bitch to everyone." Gerda smirked.

Shego's eyes blazed, glowing with the heat of her fury.

"Yeah... maybe you're right."

A pair of bright green coronas flared. Her hands flashed in the hazy afternoon light, one slash, two. Shego stepped back to view her handiwork.

The cheerleaders screamed. Every single one of their pompoms flared with bright yellow flames. They ran screaming as the jabbering crowd laughed and pointed. Gerda threw hers on the ground by Shego's feet.

"This isn't over, freak," she snarled, her beautiful face twisting into something disturbed. She quickly turned and followed the retreating girls into the building. Shego stood here for a moment, her breath heaving in angry gasps.

"Coming through, coming- Shego!" The girl rolled her eyes as a tall muscular man in a collared shirt and slacks appeared. "Again? My office. Whatever it is, you are in trouble now, Missy."

"Can I get changed first, Principal Black?" The man walked up to the green tinted teen before recoiling in horror, holding his nose.

"What the devil?"

"Fox piss. You can get it at the local hunting store. Gerda set me up. Bet my locker's drenched with it too."

"Office. Now!"

"Gawd dammit. I'm going home." She didn't relish having to walk home stinking of animal urine, but as usual, Mathias Black was being unreasonable.

"If you leave, you're not coming back for a while, Shego!"

Shego's response was a middle finger as she walked away from the crowd, not bothering to look back at the purpling man or the crowd of students.

It was only when she reached home that she realized that her parents would probably have to pay for those fucking pompoms. Her entire body flared as her anger spiked.

Shit.

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In the dark recesses of a small, narrow and dreary house, a small crystal, round and about the size of her palm, began to glow. She was lounging on a demi-chaise, in a dark, dilapidated, dust covered drawing room. Her hand, nestled in her lap, tightly gripped a small velvet pouch. The silvery ball was nestled upon a precarious and grotesque stand of ribs that protruded from a man's torso, his body secured to a low grimy table, his beating heart and organs exposed. She was gazing with heavy half-lidded eyes at the image projected by the glowing crystal, silvered by a soft glimmering glow. A figure appeared, sullen, wet, a towel wrapped around the slim but maturing body. But there were no features visible, only a bright swirling green light inside the outline of the girl, shrouded periodically by the long dark hair.

"I used to have hair like that, once," the woman's sibilant hiss caused the tall, gaunt man strapped to desk to squirm. His eyes and mouth were sown shut with rough leather strips, his eyes and ears, dark, charred caverns, his sallow skin hanging in folds from his frame and face. The woman, her eyes as wild as her dark, dark hair smiled. She stroked the pouch in her hand, languidly, lovingly.

"Soon, my Lord. Soon." The woman's voice changed in an instant. "Varkly." Out of the shadows, a flamboyantly dressed young man appeared.

"Yes, Mistress." He spoke with a heavily accented English.

"Gather up The Invigorator before those Ministry fools catch wind of her? Their detection balls must be zeroing on her as we speak."

"And Los Inquisidores?" He spat the name like a curse.

"Deal with any Aequitas you encounter. Make them disappear."

With a bow and flourish, the young man stepped back and strode out of the room. She followed at a more sedate pace, rising smoothly from the chaise to stand by the doorway as Varkly snapped his fingers at four others. As they filed down the narrow corridor to the front door, black robes appeared around them, ominous conical hats, each of their faces covered with a skull mask. Each held out their hand as they stepped out, a broom flying to their grasp. Varkly bowed once more to the woman before stepping out and seizing a broom as it shot into his hand. The dark robed figures rose in a V shaped formation with Varkly in the lead at the apex.

"Soon, my Lord, very soon," the woman smiled, her dark glittering eyes watching the five figures disappearing into the night sky.