Disclaimer: I own the characters you don't see in the t.v. series. Or Vanessa Carlton's "Paint it Black". That easy.
Okay, here it goes. I've been planning for over two years for this story but have never gotten around to it. I hope you like it.
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On an Abandoned Island, Somewhere In Hawaii
"...I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes, I have to turn my head until my darkness grows..." A cd player echoed through the lair.
A woman was bathing in the molten lava of an active volcano deep in its center. All visible out of the glowing orange liquid were two pale arms ending in fingernails painted black, a pale head with dark closed eyes, and long black hair with red streaks and orange tips. A phone rang somewhere down a dark corridor.
"Fuego, Incendie, fetch!" she snapped. Obediantly, she heard the sound of claws scraping against stone as they raced for the phone.
"...I see people turn their heads and quickly look away, like a newborn baby it just happens every day..." Fuego came up, the phone clutched in his flaming jaws.
"Good boy," she praised, scratching him behind the ears. She took the phone from him and put it to her ear.
"What do you want?" She snapped. Her muscles eased.
"Oh, it's you, Tigie. What's up?...Ooohh, sounds like fun. And Art Fart?" She grinned. "Sounds wicked. I'm in," she hung up.
"...I wanna see it painted painted black oh baby, I wanna see it painted painted black oh baby..."
An Undisclosed Technology Lab; Toyko, Japan
"It's perfect," Dr. Mirokusho declared, looking at the robot. It looked exactly like a human being.
However, his associate was not as pleased.
"No, not quite. I can't put my finger on it, but there's something missing," she stared at the robot, running her fingers through her dark brown hair with a wave. She was beautiful, Dr. Mirokusho thought, the most beautiful thing ever. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smirked at this, pulling away from him.
"I'm sorry; I wasn't given the parts for that,"
"What do you mean by that?" he laughed. Grinning, the woman's blue eyes pulled into her head like another pair of eyelids. Glowing red eyes stared at him. Like any sane person would do, he ran for his life out of the engineering room. The woman laughed.
"Gets them every time," she said aloud. Creep. She heard her cellphone go off and flipped it open.
"Dr. Joelle Johnston...Hilary? I didn't know you had this number...No, I just didn't know...I thought Shego went bad several years back...Oh really? And my chicken?...I guess I'll go along for the ride...Mmm, hmm, just leave Chicken to me."
Queens, New York
"No one respects magicians anymore, huh, Big Al?" A blonde woman with a New York accent carried her hat upside down, her wand under one arm, closing her apartment door behind her. She set both props on the counter.
"Go to Queens, you'll meet lotsa hot bachelors...they never tell ya they laugh at aspiring female magicians who ain't assistants," she sighed, pulling her albino rabbit out of her black hat. She stroked him, flipping on the t.v. Big Al set contently on his master's lap, nibbling at the carrot that was sliding out of her sleeve.
"Looks like another night of 5 o'clock gossip they call news, just you 'n me, thinking about the days we made the healines," As though reading her mind the phone rang. She cleared her throat and answered it.
"Marloe the Magnificent, making your birthday magical, how may I help you?...Shut your yap, pussycat, I'm still doin' community service...Yeah, it's that bad an' I'm bored to tears with this crap...Snakie, you say? Man, I'd love to pull a little black magic on her...Give me the coordinates an' me an' Big Al will be on the next plane," Big Al, hearing this, grinning, exposing his abnormally razor sharp teeth.
In the Austrailian Outback
"That'll teach you to mess with me," she muttered, lowering her shot gun. She wasn't going to see that again, whatever it was.
She went back inside her cave, her dirty blonde hair braided down to her hips. Her skin was well tanned by the Austrailian sun. She was a lone wolf, never living in one place too long, never keeping a possession past necessity. The gun itself was useless now; she had "found" it in an "abandoned" camp but hadn't found further ammunition. Not that anyone had to know it wasn't loaded, she thought, seeing a figure waiting for her.
"Nomadia, you must be the only woman in the whole world who doesn't have a cellphone. Not that you would get reception out in the middle of this wasteland," it commented. Nomadia relaxed.
"Tigress, you know cellphones are nothing more than beneficial tracking devices to the government or other interested parties," Tigress shrugged.
"I'm getting the seniors back together for one last try at Go Team and Company. Interested?"
"I haven't seen Sheila in ages!" she cried, laughing.
"Or Golden Arrow," Tigress purred. Nomadia's face fell, as Tigress knew it would.
A "Haunted" Island in the Carribbean
"Shego, he's going to do it," Was the first thing Shego heard when she picked up the phone. It was War Hawk.
"How do you know? We've hoped so many times before..."
"Oh no, it's tonight. You know how I have that charity gymnastics competition in Denver?"
"Yeah?" The door opened and closed.
"He's got reservations to the most expensive restaurant in Colorado."
"Oh, he is so going to. Hang on, I've got another call coming in."
"Shego..." Drakken called timidly, almost guiltily.
"Not now, Drakken. Hello?"
"Shego, I need you to get to Denver pronto," Shego straightened.
"Hego? Why?" There was a deep breath on the other end of the line.
"I'm proposing to Chloe tonight and it has to be perfect. You're the expert on that, aren't you?" Shego ignored the sarcasm.
"Hang on a minute, Hego," she switched back to War Hawk before he could object.
"It's Hego on the other line. He's going for it."
"OhmygoshohmygoshohmygoshwhatamIgoingtodo?"
"Don't panic. Wear that purple evening gown you have; he loves it and you look great in it. I've got to go; Hego needs coaching."
"'Kay, I'll try to act surprised," Shego hung up War Hawk's call.
"Shego, if I hypothetically found a baby kitty wandering in a back alley of the Black Market, could I keep it?"
"Fine, whatever, Drakken, but I am not caring for it. Hego, you still there?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, take deep breaths, don't do anything stupid, scratch that don't do anything until I get there. If I'm not there by the time you get to the restaurant, then go on without me. You must propose tonight," she hung up and collapsed. Her oldest brother was proposing to her best friend. Half of her was estatic that her best friend was going to be her sister-in-law, half of her cringed at the thought of her little brother having kids with her best friend. That was hopefully somewhere far in the future. "So, Drakken, what's this about a kitten?"
"I heard Deseerah mewing and found her alone in the alley. She's too young to be off her mother's milk, I think," he said.
"You named it already?" Shego groaned.
"Mew," Deseerah said before jumping onto Shego's lap. Shego looked down at it. It wasn't just any tabby. It had Tigress's dark brown eyes. It had Tigress's red, silky hair. Sure, it looked like a kitten, with black stripes against yellow fur, but it was more than a kitten. It was part human and her worst enemy's daughter.
Drakken heard Shego's scream. It wasn't angry; it was scared.
"GET RID OF IT IT'S GOING TO KILL ME!" Drakken rushed out, a bottle of milk in his hand. She glared at him, now both angry and scared.
"Shego, Deseerah's just a baby."
"It's a liger, Drakken. A liger fused with human DNA."
"A DNAmy experiment. Nothing worth fussing over," Shego looked down at Deseerah. It was mewing up at her innocently, her tail twitching back and forth. She couldn't tell Drakken where the kitten had come from; Tigress would definetely kill her then. Drakken handed her the bottle, "Feed her. You'll see how harmless she is, despite her lion and tiger blood."
Shego sat down and Deseerah climbed onto her lap. She took one arm and wrapped it around Deseerah. She was tiny, Shego thought, positioning the bottle. Deseerah took it eagerly and vigorously drank. Her miniature human-like hands grasped it, the small claws digging into the plastic. She pulled the bottle as she cuddled down into Shego's arm. That was cute, but Shego was going to the internet as soon as Drakken went to bed. Surely someone would want her and would care for her better than she would.
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I know, it's short. It's more of a prologue than a chapter 1. The chapters will get longer and more detailed though, I promise.