Hello once again, lovely people. It's time for a new story that I'm sure you will like. I think that this story will be longer but I'm sure you won't mind. For those who haven't read In Your Image, you don't have to. It just gives some background. Enjoy!

"Well, well, look who's back? And for a greater charge!" From across the small, gray room, a teenage girl with raven hair and rich blue eyes sitting in a chair looked up to the woman speaking. "What? You have nothing to say?"

"Who are you?" The girl asked.

"Oh yes, you don't know me," the woman said, crossing her arms, "I am Officer Sharon Wilson, I will be in charge of you. What is your name?"

"You should know it," the girl said, monotone.

"Refresh my memory," Wilson said.

"Indigo," she said.

"Your real name."

"That is."

"Ugh, teenagers, good thing..." Wilson pulled out a folder from behind her, "...I have this."

"What is that?" Indigo asked.

"Your birth certificate," Wilson said with a smile.

"From where?" Indigo asked with a raised eyebrow.

"From a reliable source but for some reason, he bore a really close resemblance to you."

"My brother?"

"Probably," Wilson shrugged before going into the folder to pull out the document. She scanned the paper then smirk, "So your real name is Annabella Marie Lipsky?"

"Doy," Indigo said in a snarky tone, "Didn't you say that you had my birth certificate?" Wilson ignored her and continued through the paper.

"Born June 6, 2007. If you were born in 2006, your birthday could have said 06/06/06."

"Like I never heard that before," Indigo said, rolling her eyes.

"Let's see...born at 3:33 in the morning. Four pounds, 11 ounces. A multiple," Wilson said with raised eyebrows, "You're a twin?"

"Yes," Indigo said with an annoyed sigh, "I'm the second twin, born three minutes after my brother." Indigo looked around, "Where's the Warden?"

"Why?"

"Because he makes me laugh," she smiled, "He gets mad too easily. I'm waiting for him to pop a blood vessel," Indigo said with a smirk.

"Right," Wilson drawled, closing the folder, "Enough about that, now for your charges."

"Ooh, the best part," Indigo said sarcastically.

"Okay, you have several charges of theft, several charges of attempted murder, and one count of kidnapping and holding hostages. Because you were somehow found not guilty in another trial of the first two charges and we can't do double jeopardy-"

"The American Justice System is great for that," Indigo interrupted.

"-we can only charge you on kidnapping. And according to your birth certificate, you turned 18 several months ago so we can try you as an adult."

"And I should care because...?"

"You'll be going to prison, Juvie is out of the question now."

"Joy. I get to be crammed into another jail cell."

"If you stayed out of trouble, this wouldn't be an issue."

"Nah, I get bored easily. I need to cause mayhem." Indigo smiled.

"Miss Lipsky, you spent majority of your life in a juvenile detention center, how is it that you were never placed in foster care?" Wilson asked out of true curiosity.

"Well, I had three ideas," Indigo said, leaning back in the chair, "One, you guys never had birth certificate, two, I was so young so you didn't want to incarcerate me, or three, I was brought up this way so even if you did that, it wouldn't have worked. Then I realized that you guys are just stupid."

"Look," Officer Wilson started, "Either way this goes, you should expect to go to prison in the near future so you should just confess to whatever you did." Indigo scoffed.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I'm the complete opposite of stupid! IQ of 181, ma'am! I plead the fifth."

"Just confess so this would be easier," Wilson coaxed.

"Yeah, no. Pleading the fifth."

"Miss Lipsky, at this point, you have no rights."

"Pleado el cinco!"

"Fine!" Wilson said, throwing her arms up in defeat, "You will be found guilty anyway."

"I wouldn't think so," Indigo started, "I have friends on the other side. But," Indigo stood up from the chair, stretching her body, "If you are so keen on me being found guilty, I have nothing to hide. I will tell you my story."

"I don't want your life story, I want you to confess."

"Well, that's too bad. Villains do have the tendency to monologue and besides, the story wouldn't make sense unless I start from the beginning."

"Very well, begin your story." Indigo nodded and took a big breath.

"My story will be told in segments so you will have time for your little mind to comprehend. And if you have any specific questions, I will have no problem answering. Just remember, I'm being sweet even letting you know my full name."

"Okay then," Officer Wilson said, "My first question is 'Who are your parents?"

"I thought that was obvious," Indigo said, crossing her legs, "Considering I look almost exactly like my mother with the exception of my father's large ears and that they were frequent inmates of this prison. Does Cell Block D ring any bells?"

"Cell Block D...Cell Block D..." Wilson tapped her chin in thought, "Give me another hint."

"My dad has blue skin," Indigo deadpaned.

"Oh! What's his name? Drake...Drak...Draco..."

"Dr. Drakken?"

"Yes! He and his green sidekick were pardon for saving the world back in '05! You're his daughter?"

"Ye-es," Indigo said in an annoyed tone, "He is my father and his sidekick is my mother."

"Oh, you do look like her!" Wilson exclaimed in realization, "How did that happen?"

"What do you think happened? How do you think you were born?"

"I wasn't serious," Wilson said.

"Yes, you were, I can tell from your eyes." Indigo sat back down. "So yeah, Drakken and Shego are my parents so evil runs through my blood."

"Miss Lipsky, you don't have to be evil because they are." Indigo gave a malicious smile.

"I like how you believe that's the reason why I'm evil. True, it's one but not the main one. Being evil is way too much fun."

"That's a horrible reason to turn to a life of crime."

"Who cares?"

"The American government."

"And I don't care about that," Indigo said, crossing her legs.

"You're going to be here for a long while," Officer Wilson warned.

"What happened to my right to a speedy trial?" Indigo asked.

"Like I said earlier, Miss Lipsky, you have no rights," Wilson turned around and left the room, closing and locking the door behind her. Indigo glanced at the door and sighed. Then she placed her head in her handcuffed hands.

"Please," she begged to no one in particular, "Follow your heart and continue the game."

How'd you guys feel about chapter one? Now if you actually do have questions for Miss Indigo Lispky, you can ask them and they will be answer but there is a plot to this story so don't distract me too me much. This story will be written in a series of flashbacks progressing the plot and the main conflict. Either way, read and review and I'll see you next time.