A Day In The Life Of Chopsuey

Rhonda Petrie

March 22nd, 2010

Hello, this is Rhonda again! Here is my latest story; this past weekend I suddenly came up with a crazy idea to write this fanfiction while watching videos of Experiment 621, aka Chopsuey, and after reading a fanfiction about him, called "Lilo & Stitch: Lost Episodes", I was inspired even more. Now remember, even though this is kind of my first story about Rhonda Petrie and Team Legacy, it is not an official first story in chronological terms. I think this story is supposed to go after another planned fanfiction, "The Bath", which is centered on Omari and Lee Dumonde, and is also the third story behind the aforementioned fanfiction and also another story I have been planning to write for some time now: "Reservations At A Cafe", which also features Lee. I wish I have started this at least two days ago, when it was still fresh, but I figured I would give this story a try and see if the whole Team Legacy series might actually pan out after all.

Now, this fanfiction unfolds on a weekend as Chopsuey reflects on his life as a member of Team Legacy and muses on his thoughts and feelings about many of his fellow members and of his environment; he also delves into his shadowy and checkered past as Jumba's assistant, Stitch's twin brother and rival, and also a member of a diverse and exclusive group of villains that sought to take over the United States, which was led by Mr. Sanders, who slightly resembles Mewtwo. Among his experiences are the recent birth of a new member of the family, his bonding with Lee Dumonde and subsequent misadventures in order to prove himself a worthy member of the team, and some alliances with a couple of experiments. There might be some shocking twists up ahead, so beware.

Now, there will be some references to my old novel as they are relevant to his past life and crimes in Washington, D.C. and you will also discover that he has some connections and ties with Lee Dumonde, who ironically happened to be associated with Mr. Sanders, Mrs. Iselin, (from the 1962 version of The Manchurian Candidate), and his entourage and who ended up being one of the main bad guys in one of the most explosive and suspenseful battle scenes in my novel; they also rediscover their love for each other and proceed to resume an affair that began while they were both employed by Mr. Sanders in the White House. I think this particular pairing is very interesting indeed, because they both have shady and notorious pasts and in one way or another they are somewhat emotionally unstable and have a couple of screws loose. Not to mention the fact that the two of them both possess strange voices and Chopsuey can transform into a mutated, monstrous form of himself thanks to some DNA he stole; Lee Dumonde can also transform into a cat creature, (as evidenced in one of the major fight scenes referenced above), so this will be very interesting indeed.

And also in this story you will see some original characters and also some established characters from other fandoms you might not be familiar with, such as Mrs. Iselin and Raymond Shaw from The Manchurian Candidate and Kramer from The Inspecter Gadget.

Now I'm well aware that everyone does not know the actual history of Team Legacy and will be confused by some of the references of events mentioned in any of my previous works; I understand that and I will try to give out some background information that is available as much as possible but I will try not to give too much that will end up sidetracking the story. Hopefully if this story is successful and I'm convinced that the Team Legacy series might work, then I will continue to work on the series and write a detailed and elaborate fanfiction chronicling the ongoing and lengthy, complex history of the team.

Now, I know this story is kind of shaky and very vague in detail and structure but I'm working on it. As I work more on this story in spring break if possible, I will add more to the details and improve the quality of this story. As always there is some form of controversy in this fanfiction so if you are uncomfortable with any theme or element in this story, especially a potential experiment/human pairing, I suggest you leave now.

And before I forget, there might be some M-rated content displayed in this story, such as language and certain scenes taking place. If such scenes do happen to take place because chances are they might, (or might not), you have been warned because things might get really nasty in there.

I hope you enjoy this fic and any constructive criticism is appreciated! Rhonda Petrie.

P.S. The above cover image is used with permission by SeleneEde from DA. She's a wonderful artist so I think you should look up her artwork.

The Story Of My Life

I am Experiment 621, aka Chopsuey, and I am one of many members of Team Legacy. I am also one of 626 experiments created by Dr. Jumba Jookiba and I consider myself the most superior experiment of them all, even more superior than 626, who is called "Stitch". I currently live in London, England in a modest but elegant two story house surrounded by lush, green land and hundreds of acres of trees, lakes, prairies and even various animals such as cows, horses, birds and dogs. The Petrie family seems to own hundreds of dogs on their estate and you can see numerous guard dogs stationed at various points in the house, including the front door. Some of these dogs even have mated and bore puppies, which I consider disgusting.

If the exponential amount of experiments that are rampant in the home are not enough, then I feel I will go crazy just by thinking about the staggering amount of Happy Pets animals that Rhonda currently owns, including four new dogs named Brando, Kirstoff, Lynscha, and Sadie. If you would care to know, we have managed to successfully bring over the Happy Pets from their universe to our diverse world just by using a transporter that was hooked onto Rhonda's computer. I hate those goddamn animals so much; you don't know how absurd it is that Rhonda is so obsessed with them, especially the dogs in the family.

I mean, you should have seen her this past Saturday when she bought those dogs from Happy Pets and brought them over to her world. She was cooing and gushing excitedly over the new puppies and she was going gaga over that stupid Sadie, who must be an incredibly stupid dog indeed. It was almost as if the puppy was her new baby, as if those 12 kids of hers are not enough already.

Before I go on, I must give you a brief history about Rhonda. She lives with her two younger stepsisters, ages 6 and 12, along with a stepmother, father, and two grandparents. Her brother lives somewhere in Northern London working as a gas station worker and her other brother works in one of the most prominent law firms in the country. Her mother had died under mysterious circumstances when she was only an infant and some have even suggested that she was murdered in the hospital that she worked in. There has been various fragments of information that had been steadily revealed to Rhonda over the years by her father but there are still some persisting mysteries that remain.

Rhonda's stepmother also has a daughter from a previous marriage who currently lives in one of the cheaper and quieter neighborhoods in London and is struggling to get by and raise her family ever since her divorce from her husband of 15 years had been finalized in the last year or so. She also has three children of her own, her eldest child 15 years old, her second child about 14, and her third child is about 5 years old; they all consist of two boys and one girl. As for her grandparents, they have recently moved into our house from their apartment outside of London just so the Petries can care for them, especially since the old geezer is getting on in years and is slowly getting senile himself. Pretty soon Rhonda's parents may not afford to care for the grandfather any longer and he might possibly be put into a home. As for the grandmother, I don't really know what might happen to her.

The two stepsisters are basically little brats who are given to anything they please and are spoiled rotten by their own mother. Of course she has disciplined the hell out of them over the years and they have grown up to some extent, but I still find them extremely annoying and irritating. The 6-year-old, Sybille, is the most girly girl I have ever met in my entire life. She likes to host tea parties with a heap of toys surrounding her and also likes to play with dolls, put on her mother's make-up, play dress up, especially with other people and constantly annoy and pester her sisters, step-nephews, step-niece and her parents and even extended members of her nontraditional superhero family. Sometimes Rhonda would join in with her stepsister on her childish games due to her innocent and youthful spirit but most of the time she would just ignore her and spend hours away at the computer.

One time I snuck into her room by going through an air vent and I managed to conceal myself soundlessly in there while I armed myself with Rhonda's Iphone, ready to record the event and possibly put it on YouTube or even Facebook. I then caught Sybille hosting a tea party with Courage dressed in a red, frilly and satin petticoat, a feathery lady hat, and red stilettos. He was sitting on a pink plastic chair surrounded by all kinds of teddy bears and was whimpering like a little baby.

"Would you like some tea, Mr. Courage?" Sybille offered as she poured a kettle of tea into his small cup while Courage glanced around fearfully and surveyed huge piles of toys that populated the young British girl's room. I then pressed a button on the right side of Rhonda's Iphone and with my index finger I tapped on another button located on the left side of the screen and it activated into video camera mode.

I then aimed the Iphone at the scene and immediately began taping. "Dear Courage, aren't you hungry?" Sybille frowned as she saw that Courage barely touched his food. Courage then gazed at her quizzically and then grabbed the crumpet with his paws; he then gnawed and nibbled into it and tasted it with his tongue as he savored the flavor it had to offer him. As his scruffy muzzle was covered with tiny particles of bread crumbs while the young dog kept on chewing and eating up the treat, Sybille began to giggle and laugh.

Just then the door flung open and Sybille's 12-year-old sister Abigail appeared. "Uh oh," I mumbled to myself as I focused all my attention to the potential confrontation. "Sybille! Stop torturing Courage by forcing him to participate in one of your little silly tea parties!" she scolded her younger sister fiercely. "But I like playing tea party with Courage. Don't you agree doggie?" Sybille protested with a pout as she glanced at Courage for reassurance. Courage could only whine and squirm underneath all the tight and restrictive, uncomfortable clothing.

"Come on, Courage. Mum wants to give you a bath. Sybille, I suggest you play with someone else for a change," Abigail huffed as she switched her focus to Courage and hauled him off the chair as she dragged him out of the room. Sybille then leapt out of the chair and raced to the doorway as she began to scream and yell at her sister. "You never let me have any fun! Why won't you let me play with anybody from the team, Abby?" she wailed angrily. "And that's a wrap," I sighed as I rolled my eyes and stopped the recording. I then saved it and clambered down the air vent on my way back into my room so I could transfer the video into my computer using a special cable and post it on my Facebook account.

As soon as I slipped out of the air vent and landed safely in my room, I glanced around with a mischievous smirk as my hand was gripped tightly on Rhonda's Iphone. I sidled over to the bottom drawer on the desk and pulled it open before I started to scavenge feverishly for the long, special transmitter cable. Then as soon as I found it and freed it from among the tangled and mangled mess that twisted and intertwined into a convoluted web, I hooked up the cable to the PC and the other end to the Iphone.

I then pushed a button and downloaded the video into my computer and it was then saved under "Chopsuey's Files"; I logged on to my Facebook account using my username and Password and went straight to my profile. I then clicked on the video button and the video section popped up. I then clicked on the browser and immediately spotted my video clip. I clicked on the file and then it showed up on the browser section. As soon as I clicked on the "share" button, it was immediately uploaded into my profile. Soon it showed up in the entire Facebook community and a devious and impish smirk emerged onto my lips. "Ohh, this is going to be good," I chuckled evilly to myself as I lit up a cigarette and took a whimsical, thoughtful drag as I contemplated Courage's suffering and humiliation right in front of the entire world.

Several hours later, I was sitting in front of the computer writing in my diary when I heard the door slam right into the wall and I whizzed around to see an incensed and infuriated Courage barge right into my room. "You motherfucking dickhead! You insensitive, callous, cold-hearted son of a bitch! How could you double-cross and backstab me like this and post an embarrassing video of me right on Facebook? Do you realize how humiliated and ashamed I feel right now?!" Courage yelled and screamed at the top of his lungs as he roared and swore in a strong and relentless voice.

"Relax, dog; I only desired a laugh, that is all," I chuckled as I spun in his direction and crossed my arms tightly with a leer. A snarl emitted from Courage's throat and he soon dashed right at me with a burst of anger surging through his veins and before I knew it he flew right at me and knocked me off my chair and started to throttle and plummet me in the face with his fists. "Take that back! Take back that video!" Courage shouted at the top of his lungs as he continued to beat and thrash me on the head as we wrestled together on the floor and then he delivered a shocking, devastating punch to my face, garnering a black eye in the process.

I then sheathed out my claws and started to lash out wildly at him as I slashed and lacerated at his fur in an attempt to defend myself from his blows. I received a sudden and powerful punch to the nose and I let out a blood-curling scream as a warm stream of blood seeped and trickled down on my muzzle and I suddenly felt dizzy. "Goddamn it…" I moaned as I held my head in agony and then I was smacked across the face twice before I was lifted off the floor and I saw a fierce, vicious, angry look in his eyes. "Fuck you, man, fuck you," I growled as I continued to spit out blood, which was now drooling from my mouth. "You listen to me and listen to me good. I am sick and tired of your bullshit with me man. Now you either pull down that video yourself or I'll get rid of you myself," Courage offered in a threatening, menacing voice. "Make me," I scoffed contemptuously and then I received another hard, sudden swat in the face and I nearly stumbled to the ground and swoon in a blackout.

"What on earth is going on here?" a whispery, catty like, Russian/French accented voice suddenly interrupted our little scuffle and the two of us turned our heads to see who had spoken up. It was Lee Dumonde and Courage's wife of 4 years, Charlotte. "Charlotte!" Courage cried in a surprised voice. "Now just what you two are fighting about this time?" Lee Dumonde sighed as she rolled her eyes and positioned her hands in an akimbo and frowned in a sharp disapproval at us men, with Charlotte doing the same.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves, you Chopsuey especially. How could you do such a horrible and dreadful thing to a friend like that? You two are practically like brothers, and that goes with you too Chopsuey, especially where it concerns Stitch. Now you apologize to Courage right now and promise to take down the video as soon as possible," Charlotte sharply reproached the two of us as she reminded us of our fraternal bond and she directed her specific order at me, at which I growled in exasperation. In response Lee Dumonde raised her eyebrow warningly while clearing her throat and I scoffed and finally relented, at least reluctantly. "Fine, I'll take down the video if that is what you want," I growled irascibly and the admonishing glare in Lee's eyes dissipated just as quickly and was replaced with a calm and indifferent expression.

I then turned to Courage and extended a hand in apology. "I'm sorry, dog. I guess I shouldn't have done what I did, but I only wanted to have a little fun, that is all. Are we still cool?" I sighed as I expressed my apologies towards Courage in a somewhat hesitant manner and waited silently for his response. "Yeah, we're cool," Courage nodded after considering for a moment and he took my hand and shook it as a gesture of peace; as I glanced over from the corner of my eye I could see our ladies smiling, well, technically Lee is Rhonda's lady since she is the co-queen of this team but I still consider her my woman, especially after everything we've been through together during Mr. Sanders' regime and through the tumultuous months of The War Of The Countries.

The women then beckoned for the two of us to come out of the room and spend some time with them; after exchanging glances for a few minutes we heartily agreed and joined them on the doorway and as we exited the room we exchanged a few words with each other before going our separate ways. I glimpsed over our shoulder to observe Charlotte sternly scolding and chiding Courage for getting into a fight with me and it was not long before I was suddenly whacked across the side of my head with a backhand and with a pained groan I turned around to see a fuming and enraged Lee glaring silently at me. "You are despicable, Chopsuey. How could you embarrass somebody like that, especially on Facebook?" she snarled at me with a vicious and venomous tone. "Why are you being a hypocrite? I mean, look at what you did to Julie last week; you posted an embarrassing video of her on your profile!" "Well, that was a blistering reminder for her of how she stole Doug away from me!" Lee Dumonde scoffed as she waved her hand away in a disregarding gesture and I could feel my fur bristle with fury.

I was so jealous and envious of Lee; I mean, she gets to have the biggest position in the entire team by becoming Rhonda's fellow queen and co-leader and what do I get? Nothing! Nada, zip, zero! So far Rhonda has not even considered me for a special, dangerous mission, something that I have been craving for a long time. Then again she has been swept with her own problems lately as it is, with her grandfather's health steadily declining, her entire family in financial trouble, (thank God we are able to support ourselves with our own income, since most of us are adults and they do not have to necessarily support us), and her past is coming back to bite her in the ass, especially in school. I am still grappling with myself and struggling to comprehend on why she would choose her over me, especially since I'm old enough to marry her and have sex with her.

I personally think it is disgusting that Lee would be attracted to Rhonda enough to actually want to become mates with her since she is old enough to be her mother and that is one thing that throws me off. Has she forgotten what we had once shared together? Did she not remember the passion and love we shared with each other and all of the great times we had? Or did she become so goddamn corrupt to the point where all of these memories gradually descended into the shadows of abyss? I seriously think that even though Rhonda is a good woman to her and is the most compassionate and sympathetic friend she could ever ask for, I don't know why Lee is not willing to wait until she turns 18 to have sex with her. Sometimes I worry for her safety and overall wellbeing since her lusty affair with Rhonda could get her sent to prison for life but I'm glad they're able to handle the obstacles that face their relationship thus far, especially with her parents and all.

Lee may not acknowledge or be aware of this but deep inside my heart I still care for her and even though I would like for her to come back to me there is not much I could do. I would like to turn Lee in to the police and separate those two permanently by having her go to prison for life but even then something stops me and a voice tells me to let them be and let things follow its own course. And so with a heavy and somber heart I reluctantly let the one girl who was willing to let in a rogue psychotic experiment into her life steal my very first love.

However, I am not without hope. I see signs that Lee still has some great deal of love in me still just by examining her body gesture and the way she looks and speaks to me and better yet Rhonda have set up an open, committed relationship between them and therefore has allowed her to cheat on anyone she desires, provided that she protects herself from potential sexually transmitted diseases. So my chances of regaining my dream girl's heart and affections have not been dashed – yet. I could care less if she even is bisexual; I know she still loves me with all her heart and she is still devoted and loyal to her leader, friend, confidante and lover just as much.

And I have also noticed Lee's budding relationship with Rhonda's young son, Omari, who is a very young lion cub. He has grown a lot bigger in recent months since his epic adventure at only 4-months-old and even though he is still scrawny and greatly stunted in height he has doubled if not tripled his size and now is old enough to walk beside Maude, his adoptive mother. Even though I'm convinced that Lee might hold some feelings for Omari, she does love him as if he's her own son and I know that there were times where she would lament that Omari is not even legally available to adopt as her own. I would tell her that she could still have a loving and close relationship with her would-be-stepson even if she is unable to adopt him.

I think Lee is still upset at the fact that Maude got to him before she did but she tries to come to terms with it. Even though Lee attempted to kidnap Omari some months before, they manage to have a relaxed and cordial relationship and Lee tries her best to be nice to him, since she has grown fond of him despite of herself. And although Omari still feels somewhat uncomfortable around her since I think her sexual appeal is sometimes too much for the young guy to handle, (who wouldn't be overwhelmed by her charm and attractiveness; I mean, she's hot!), he has grown to love and care for her as if she is one of the family and I think he even likes her. He also doesn't mind playing with her young daughter Sydney, who is kind of younger than him, and even though he thinks she's beautiful, I still think she's madly in love with him. I am also aware of the fact that Lee might be falling in love with Omari as well as Rhonda but I also would like for her to be careful as to not hurt him and break her lover's heart in the process.

"Why did you choose me over her? Huh? How could you not remember the steamy affair we had back in Washington, D.C.?!" I yelled at her as we walked through the hallways and she turned her head around to glower at me. "I love Rhonda very dearly as she is one of the sweetest and compassionate girls I have come to know. Even though by now I would have run away with her money and left the entire team bankrupt somewhere in my heart I have genuine and sincere feelings for her and I do not want to lose her because of this society's intolerance and ignorance of the bond we share," Lee argued curtly and brusquely as she scoffed at me and turned her head away as if she was disgusted with me. I trembled with anger and I lashed out in rage as I shoved her into the wall and gripped her arms tightly with my hands.

"I loved you, you fucking bitch! Everyone else would have run away from you after seeing you for the she-devil that you are but I didn't, and granted Rhonda didn't either! From the first moment I saw you I was mesmerized with you and the first thing I was going to do after Mr. Sanders' idiotic party ended was fuck you!" I screamed in a hoarse, loud voice as I vehemently exclaimed my frustrated anger and rage and before I knew bitter and disillusioned tears were falling from my eyes and my heart was aching and bleeding for the one thing that I had lost in the process of turning into a good guy during that whole godforsaken war. My shoulders shook as sobs rocked my entire body and I soon found myself washed over in a wave of grief and sorrow. Lee was the one woman that I cared about the most and to lose her first to Mr. Sanders and then to Rhonda was the most devastating and heartbreaking thing I have to deal with.

My sentiments were indeed correct. I did love her with all my being and soul and despite of my annoyances with her I still considered her my one and only true love, the only woman who could ever love a monster like me. Lee then swept me in her arms and gave me a loving, tender kiss as she cradled me close to her body and I tilted my head up to meet her lips. I then rubbed her small, pregnant belly gently with my hands as I nuzzled it affectionately with my head. Lee then knelt down on the floor as she flung her shoulders around my neck and gazed into my eyes with a knowing, solemn stare and a sad smile.

"I love you, Chopsuey, and I always have loved you, even when you have abandoned the White House and ran off to be with Team Legacy. I know I took it especially hard when you abandoned me all alone with twin children to rear but even through all of my anger and jealousy I still thought of you and I was not willing to allow Mr. Sanders to claim me as his whore and mate for the love of you. If I weren't for Madame Beautacroft I probably would not have made it those several months that I was without you," she sighed with a melancholic tone in her voice as it suddenly trailed off and judging by the aversion of the gaze in her eyes I knew that she was hiding something.

I suddenly peered right into her eyes and I smiled as she stood there looking at me and she brushed my Mohawk softly before pressing my body against hers and kissing me hard in the mouth. I pulled away from her momentarily as I cuddled close to her and let her wrap her arms around me and rock me slowly as we huddled together in the corridors. By now we were sitting down together and I subconsciously moved my hand to feel the faint heartbeat of the fetus that was miraculously growing in her stomach and when I looked up I saw her beaming at me before she motioned over and laid her head lovingly on my shoulder. I then licked her in the face and Lee straightened herself up and peered at me inquisitively before she smiled with a soft chuckle.

She then drew me slowly into her arms and it was not long before she lured me with a kiss. We lay there in each other's arms as I delivered quick pecks on the lips and I laid my head on her heaving chest as she surveyed the environment around her. Julie happened to cross by and directed an admonishing glare at her mortal enemy as Lee scoffed disdainfully in return as the two women soon turned away from each other in disgust. I witnessed the exchange between them but shrugged for I know that I was once again reunited with my old love and for the time being she was mine, until she returns to Rhonda's arms that is. Even if Lee is bound to Rhonda in matrimony, I know that she was my very first conquest and my one and true wife who will always reign in my heart. Even if I'm no saint and she is no virgin we will always live in each other's hearts, now and forever.

"Why don't we head to your room and talk together?" Lee Dumonde proposed suggestively as I perked my head up and looked at her. "Sure, if that is what you like," I shrugged as I pulled her to her feet like a gentleman and escorted her into my room with her arm in hand and soon enough the lights went out and the doors were shut. Julie was walking back towards the hallway when she happened to notice my bedroom door and scowled. "You are such a fucking whore, Lee. Not even Rhonda could keep you on your leash where you belong, you miserable bitch," she grumbled testily to herself as she stormed off and peered over her shoulder with a glare as she disappeared into the darkness.

Why should I have cared anyway? She's a stupid bitch who I personally believe, (don't tell Lee or she'll go bonkers because she still has the hots for her ex-husband), belongs more with Doug than with Lee. However, I feel that Lee is my one and only queen and as such I get to do whatever I want with her, regardless of what Amalthea law says about the privileges and rights of leaders; I can even knock her up with another child and she and Rhonda could raise it themselves if they want; I would help if I could and besides, no one would have any doubt on who the father is since I don't even know who Lee's been sleeping with these days, aside from that Canadian woman. Let's just hope that she is using protection and that she is not exposing her young lover to any potential danger.

That night we snuggled together in bed as I let myself be cradled in her arms and she was gently caressing and fondling my Mohawk as she lay there quietly in the dark of night. I opened my eyes and peered out at the scant and filtered moonlight that seeped through the closed blinds of my bedroom window and I tossed my head to peer down at Lee who then opened her eyes and stared at me blankly. "Promise me something, Chopsuey," she whispered in a low voice. "What?" I raised my eyebrow as I rolled on my side and gazed at her. "Don't you ever pull that fucking stunt like that ever again and don't you ever abandon me without my knowing where you are heading first, okay? Even though I love Rhonda and care for her deeply my heart still belongs to you and I would go insane if I were to find out about anything bad happening to you," she retorted with a deadly and solemn tone in her voice as she made me promise never to leave her behind ever again and as I focused my gaze at her I could swear that the rays of the moonlight were illuminating her eyes.

"You have a responsibility towards me, the team and most importantly, our children, where God knows where they might be by now. And since you are my old lover you have an obligation to look after my other children as well, particularly Sydney, Renee and this little one right here," she added as she continued to stare at me with an austere and somber gaze while pointing subtly at her stomach with her index finger and I knew by the familiar tone in her voice that she was serious, since she would use this tone especially when she sought revenge and would not hesitate to wield it against anyone she felt wronged her. I gulped hard as I quickly realized why she was saying this.

Renee's own father, Stefano DiMera, was a scumbag in a class by himself and Team Legacy wants nothing to do with him, given his reputation as a ruthless and merciless drug kingpin and a vicious and cruel murderer who committed countless crimes that even I have failed to keep count of. Sydney's father was rumored to be related to Arabella's father either as a cousin or as a brother of Rusty Plains origin, making their young romance incestuous, which still makes Lee slightly uncomfortable and peevish to this very day, since according to her it brings back horrific memories of when Tony and Renee first went on the lam during the Salem Strangler's reign of terror.

And as for this unborn kid, it is possible that she could have conceived him as a result of being raped by a police guard when she was first imprisoned for solicitation for sex with a minor and conspiring to commit statutory rape with somebody under the age of 18; even then, she is unsure if that scoundrel really was his father and suspects that she could have slept with someone else in the team, particularly Doug. I think she is deluding herself because if she did indeed sleep with Doug not only would I have known about it but Julie would also be aware of it too and the two women would be at each other's throats already.

And speaking of Doug, I think another main reason why she is still going after him after all this time is because she sees him as a dependable father figure who could take care of her younger daughter and her unborn son if anything were to happen to her.

I think she is in denial of the fact that chances are very high, almost certain, that her unborn fetus was the product of rape, just like Olivia Benson. Sorry! I had to quote SVU; I couldn't resist the pop culture reference. Then again, I'm convinced that Renee hates me and would not even so much as give a glance towards me. First she has to deal with a 17-year-old teenager sleeping with her mother and now she has to come to terms with having a genetically mutated illegal experiment for a former lover of her mother's.

I then cupped my hands in her face and I peered deeply into her eyes before I kissed her briefly in the lips. "I promise," I whispered softly and I could feel the love twinkle in her eyes as I spoke. Lee then smiled with satisfaction and kissed me deeply in the mouth as she pulled me close in her arms and we burrowed deeper into the bed as we proceeded to make love.

Damn it! Sadie is now jumping on top of my bed, barking and yapping her head off as she is spinning around the floor excitedly and was continuing to yelp and shriek in hysterics. "What is it, you little mutt?" I growled in displeasure as Sadie tried to beckon me to get out of my room and follow me into one of my teammates' room. She then started to whine and whimper as she clawed at my bed helplessly and her lower lip trembled as a melancholic twinkle gleamed in her eyes, begging and pleading with me to accompany her.

I am astounded at how the hell these people trusted me so much already, especially since I have never deserved it. Ever since my encounter with 626, I have been a wanderer and a loner, drifting from place to place and never sticking around for too long. It was not until I came across Mr. Sanders and his entourage that I felt that I finally found my place in the world.

Mr. Sanders was a brilliant man, hell bent on eradicating all women from the world and finishing off what his father had started, before he got severely sidetracked and ultimately abandoned his evil plans when he met and fell in love with Mary Williams. I was one of his most trusted henchmen and I was tasked with delivering some supplies to a pirate drug dealer outside of Washington, D.C., in a little town called Surburbia City. I cannot recall specific details now and I have to jog my memories in order to try and remember something, but I know for a fact that once I was dispatched to that place, I was immediately double crossed and abandoned with that asshole. I have never felt so betrayed in my entire life! First my creator Jumba threw me away like yesterday's garbage when he created 626 and treated me as if I were nothing more than a slave and now the people who I thought were my friends had thrown me to the wolves.

It would have been my fate to have been disposed of by that asshole had 626 and his little posse not shown up. Of course, I did not trust 626 initially because of what he had done to me and of how he had made me inferior in Jumba's eyes. I'm sure glad I got a hold on that DNA splice before he did. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Anyways, I also recall that in that group was Spencer, also known as Experiment 637, who must have been a spitting image of 626 and like me despised him greatly – at first at least.

But then one of my trog cousins named 625 somehow convinced the two trogs that even though they were somewhat different, they were still like family to each other and therefore should be considered brothers. And by the miracle of God they embraced me with open arms as well and I was promised that I will never be ignored ever again and would be treated as an equal. I jumped at the chance, because I felt I was finally going to be accepted into a family who cared for me and who adored me. And that was when I turned my back on the bad guys and joined Team Legacy on their quest to defeat Mr. Sanders and his minions.

Well, my memories must be coming back to me now. This is most intriguing indeed. Well I must say that for the most part my life as a Team Legacy member has been most satisfying. I get to sleep in a comfortable bed, I have my own collar even, I get to flirt with some of the hot chicks in the team, play video games and watch television all day, and even pick off scraps from the table, especially Rhonda's scraps, which are personally my favorite to eat since she takes forever munching at her food and after a while tires of it. And even though I do not accept pity from any one of my teammates, and I could care less if they feel sorry for me, I am yet touched and baffled by Rhonda's unconditional love over me.

She must be seeing some palpable good in my soul for her to feel some compassion and mercy towards me. Well, she is just a mere British girl who has a heart of a 9-year-old, the mind of a 12-year-old and the brain of a 20-year-old. What does she matter? She's just a girl, a girl who is willing to put up with anyone no matter their mistakes or faults, and even though I won't admit it myself, I do feel warm inside for her concern.

As for my relationship with 626, it has not improved that much and I am still bitter with him over my treatment by Jumba. There are times when we would wrestle on the floor and fight in an intense scuffle, forcing anyone who happened to be in the room to pry us apart before one of us kills the other. I despise 626 since he is more of an important member than I am, and that infuriates me! He always gets commissioned with all of these important missions while I am left to do some demeaning task at hand; I have yet to prove my worth in the team.

I will never forget, however, the day that they rescued me from that godforsaken abyss that I jumped on top of the car of one of those villains and I snarled at them. I was called a traitor by that scoundrel upon confronting him but I replied, "No, you were the one who left me to die all alone in that godforsaken place! You turned your back on me, asshole! You double crossed me!"

I was so fortunate to have those fools back me up when I was left behind by those villains. Most of the team loves me, including some of the bad guys who have since reformed. Speaking of which, there is something else I do remember: I do remembering seeing Lee Dumonde back in Washington, D.C. Boy, do I have a story to tell!

I was at one of those White House parties that Mr. Sanders would regularly throw and all of the villains were busy reveling and making merry while celebrating with bottles of expensive champagne and wine as well, some of them imported from France. I was lounging near the punch bowl section hanging around by myself while Kramer was attempting to tell me a joke he picked up from one of the villains, but I did not bother listening. Mrs. Iselin was having an intellectual conversation with some of the other villains as well as they were discreetly sipping bits of champagne into their lips in the interludes of the brief drags from their Marlboro cigarettes and streams of smoke wafted and shifted into the air in the bright glare of the ceiling lights.

I leaned back on a metal chair as I sighed and puffed on a cigarette of my own and through the huge cloud of smoke that billowed and gleamed in the incandescent light I saw her. She was standing behind a white clothed table laden with all kinds of food, desserts, liquor, cigarettes and to her right was a bowl of punch with a dipper inside it; I also noticed that she was leaning slightly against the table while she was sneaking a drag all by herself and it was not long before I found myself staring at her.

She was a tall, slender, sensually beautiful woman with dark, tan skin and was clad in a dark blue vest with a white, frilly, turtleneck blouse underneath with a pink corset pinned on her right shoulder. Lee had a delicate, soft and narrow face with seductive, alluring, doe-like eyes that had the ability to draw you into a trance and make you fall in love with her. Lee's hair was tied up into a little bun, as was customary with her, and it had a distinctive black ribbon tying all of her hair together. I often wondered to myself what she looked like if she had ever let down her hair. She exuded a very sensual and tempestuous presence that was both enticing and irresistible to anyone that would dare glance in her direction.

Her skin was in such a dark shade of chocolate brown that I initially suspected she could have been of Puerto Rican, French or Colombian descent, somebody with some sort of exotic heritage. Lee Dumonde looked like she could be somewhere in her 30s or 40s, (I cannot estimate her approximate age, though), and she seemed to be bored and fatigued by the bustle and commotion in the party. As a matter of fact, she looked both irritated, displeased, exasperated and even impatient by the way things were going. Sometimes I swear that Mr. Sanders comes up with some of the most idiotic parties ever.

The sad thing is that I barely have an education to go on and I cannot possibly compete with Mrs. Iselin in intellectual conversation about art, literature, politics and history, and the only person I could talk to around here was Kramer and he's a bumbling idiot, which makes me an idiot too but oh well. Still, if I could successfully get this girl to notice me, I might rise up the ranks in this administration; even get her to go to bed with me! This is too good to pass up; this is certainly an attractive and sexy woman and I have to ask Kramer about her. "Hey, uh, Kramer, do you know who that lady is over there?" I asked Kramer while pointing my finger in Lee Dumonde's direction as she stood there ignoring the banter around her and went on sipping on her claret wine. Kramer stopped with his jokes for a moment before he turned his gaze in the direction I was pointing to and spared a moment to glimpse at Lee.

"Whoa, man! You're not talking about the infamous Lee Dumonde of Salem, are you?" Kramer exclaimed as he gawked at her in amazement, not believing that I would dare even refer to her. "Ah, please, I must have done worse crap than she ever did. What could she possibly have done that could rival all of my crimes against the Galactic Empire, 626, Jumba and the rest of his brethren?" I scoffed snidely as I glared disdainfully at my friend. "You ever hear about Doug Williams, who was the mayor of Salem at one point and who used to lead a life of a con artist?" Kramer whispered to me quickly as he focused his gaze intently on Lee Dumonde and was watching her every move. "No, I don't listen to gossip crap among villains. What about him?" I growled snarkily and acerbically while waving my hand as a gesture of disregard. "You know," Kramer began as he glanced around the party to see that no one was eavesdropping on their conversation and leaned in my ear to whisper the tale. "That guy Doug was married to Lee at one point. He had a long and passionate affair with Ms. Julie Williams and the two were madly in love with each other."

"However, Doug was convinced that Julie did not love him anymore, since she seemed to be going out with someone else, and in walks in Lee, straight from Paris." I listened intently as Kramer regaled the story of how all of this had come to pass and as I was absentmindedly absorbing the tale into my consciousness, my gaze drifted slowly back to Lee again, and I watched her drink from her wine again with a pursued frown on her lips. "The thing is, Lee was an associate of Mr. Stefano DiMera back in France and she would run all kinds of errands for him. Not only was she his most loyal servant, but she was also his lover who bore him a daughter."

"And so Lee and Doug were married, and she became a stepmother to his little girl, Hope. The word on the street is that they supposedly did not get along," Kramer continued to explain Lee's background story to me as I stared off into space and was gazing right at her with my heart beating frantically against my chest and my breath quickening in intervals. "Lee was also dating a half-brother of Doug's, named Byron. When he died suddenly in Paris, Lee left the country and immigrated to America before she arrived in Salem."

"Later on, she suffered a stroke and was confined to a wheelchair for a while; however, she was recovering much faster than expected and was terrified that Doug was going to walk out on their marriage so she kept up the pretense of being incapacitated. When Doug finally saw through Lee's deception, he decided to end the marriage and walk out of her life forever just so he could go back to Julie," Kramer went on with the story and I soon found myself astounded and shocked with disbelief and what I was hearing. This was the kind of girl I was willing to bang tonight after this mediocre party had concluded: deceitful, beguiling, cunning, intelligent, sinister, crafty, shrewd, sensuous, promiscuous, and not to mention hot. I have to be honest with you; this girl is certainly doable. She is definitely my type.

Normally anyone would run for the hills after hearing this crazy ass story about this lady but not me. I'm not your typical experiment. I must have a word with her… "And when Lee attempted to stop Doug and Julie's wedding from occurring and reconcile her differences with Doug, boy, did he chew her out. He denounced her as a liar, a thief and a gold digger. I would not be surprised if he renounced her as a whore because by the way things are going around here, I hear that Lee sleeps around with just about everybody in here."

"Heck, I even bet that Mr. Sanders sleeps with her as well as Ms. Iselin and all of the other women in this town," Kramer chuckled as he continued on with his story and by the time he got around to the part where Doug exposed Lee as a fraud and a gold digging vixen, he was snickering to himself and was getting a kick out of exposing her shady and sordid past. Soon enough I too began to laugh and we started howling and cackling with each other before the both of us clanged beers together and we jugged down the liquor down our throats. Lee Dumonde had managed to get a whisper of our conversation and was now sauntering towards us with a fierce and determined look in her eyes. When I caught her sight at the corner of my eye and quickly turned to her, I was astonished, bewildered yet terrified at what I was seeing. The girl I wanted to hit on was coming to us!

"So I hear you two boys gossiping about me like little old wives' men. Classy indeed," she scoffed as she took her place beside me and pulled over a chair before sitting down. Kramer and I did the same and the two of us gazed intently at her. Lee huffed before snapping open a diet coke with her thumb and jugged it down her throat before sneering at us with a glare. "You men disgust me. You think us women are nothing more than slaves and concubines to you and that we are tools to satisfy your sexual pleasure. Well I will not stand by it, not while you are spreading rumors and lies about me," she growled in a snarky and venomous manner in a soft, whispery yet catty voice as she focused her piercing, icy, cold glare at me, and my ears drooped as my heart trembled inside me and I could feel my spikes shivering inside my bones.

She maintained her chilly and aloof gaze at me for a long time and I felt as if her dark chocolate brown eyes were aiming right at me like a flashlight and swallowed me up in a bright, incandescent light in its sharp glare. Lee didn't dare move a muscle, except for her slow and calm breathing that rippled throughout her chest and her hand gripped tightly on the soda that she was drinking as she continued to stare at us. Finally she volunteered to break the silence. "So I see you two gentlemen are having a ball?" she retorted in a sarcastic, whimsical tone. "Well, this party kind of sucks to tell you the truth. We've got nothing better to do," I replied admittedly and as I glanced at her I saw a curious gleam lurking in her eyes.

"Well I can help you with that if that is what you desire," Lee smiled sweetly as her eyes loomed seductively and she peered inquisitively at me. I gulped and then exchanged glances with Kramer, who shrugged nonchalantly. "I would like to bring you two gentlemen into my room but I don't quite know your names. Maybe the three of us can do something together," Lee proposed suggestively with a sweet, alluring tone in her voice. That voice, that beautiful voice, I thought to myself. She has such a lovely yet strange voice. I don't quite know how she got it. Was she from somewhere exotic?

I quickly shook my head and blurted out, "Well, sure we can go somewhere. Where do you propose we go?" A smirk emerged in her lips as her eyes glimmered with a hint of excitement and intrigue in her voice. "We head upstairs in one of those bedroom suites that people would use for sexual intercourse," she finally suggested with a cool and sly flair of her voice.

My jaw dropped as my body started shaking with excitement yet terror. No, she was not suggesting we all jump in the sack together! She was not suggesting that! She was not… "Are you coming with us, or are you chicken?" Kramer elbowed my shoulder as I whipped around and held my claws up to his face.

"Don't push it, buster," I growled in an eerily husky and deep voice. "Well, you sir, must be an alien experiment. What is your name?" Lee smiled as she switched her focus on me. I then puffed my chest out and grinned at her impishly as I looked at her straight in the eye. "The name's Experiment 621, the world's most superior experiment and the most powerful experiment of all of Jumba's creations. I am much better than that 626!" I declared haughtily and audaciously.

"Well, let's see how good you are in bed," Lee purred as her eyes narrowed down at me with a vibrant and seductive gleam. My ego immediately deflated as my chest smoothed down its fur and my ears flattened discouragingly and I slouched down fearfully. For a moment, I lost my courage, but then my anger quickly rose up in me and I was soon exploding in blind rage. "I will not let you make a fool out of me!" I yelled as I lunged right at her and she grappled me by the arms and wrapped her arms around me tightly as I struggled and fought to break free from her grip. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Kramer. Too bad you don't show some skill and some balls," Lee bid adieu to Kramer with a sweet, lovely purr in her voice as she ascended up the stairs quietly and disappeared into the darkness.

For almost an hour I thrashed and writhed in her arms as I repeatedly cursed and swore at her, my anger and rage consuming and burning me up all at once. "Damn you woman, damn you! I will not tolerate this insult you directed against me!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as Lee calmly walked us into a room at the end of a dark corridor. She snatched up a pair of keys from her pocket and inserted one of them into the lock; then as soon as she turned the door knob and opened the door, she entered the room. When she slammed the door shut and locked it, she gripped me hard by the shoulders and flung me across the room. I somersaulted towards the bed with a scream and I bonked hard onto the heap of pillows on my head.

I then slowly picked myself up on my feet and perked my head up as I gazed over my shoulder and glared at a smiling Lee, who was jingling the keys in her hand. That whore! "Damn you, you fucking bitch I'll murder you yet!" I screamed in a furious passion of rage as I lunged right for her and hurtled myself at her. Lee Dumonde caught me in her arms and dove towards the soft bed in an attempt to hold me down. I struggled and wrestled under her body as the woman used her own weight to pin me down hard on my back and it was not long before my frantic screams were muffled by a soft and tender kiss on my lips.

I suddenly found myself cease to scream, even though my whole entire body clamored for her to get her dirty hands off me and was exploding and quivering with rage, and I felt myself melting into her arms as I gradually succumbed to her passion. As Lee continued to kiss deeper and harder into my mouth, she gently wrapped her arms around my neck and drew me close as our bodies pressed tightly. My resistance quickly ebbed away as I allowed her to lead me on and I felt myself cradled in my arms as I was soon consumed with a soothing, lulling, calming sensation. I never thought I could feel such passion and lust in my entire life all at once. Was this how humans feel towards each other? Was this truly love or was I just following my innate, carnal instincts?

After engaging in a make-out session for almost 45 minutes I slowly opened my eyes and I stared into her deep, radiant, chocolate brown eyes and she was smiling at me. "You're so adorable when you blush," she purred sweetly with an amused tone in her voice and this made me blush even more, and I was completely unaware of it. She then rose from the bed and ambled over to the mirror where she was adjusting her vest and also her favorite black ribbon. I immediately felt weak and submissive and my heart continued to pound wildly as I observed her pretty herself. How was it possible for a mere woman to tame an illegal genetically mutated experiment like me? Was I too human for my own good? Was I possibly more advanced than 626?

"Why did you decide to sleep with me, out of a mere impulse? What do you want with me? What do I have that Mr. Sanders doesn't?" I fired a series of demanding questions as Lee applied some lipstick on her lips and was painting her tiny eyelashes with some eyeliner. After applying some mascara and blush on her face, she turned around and gave me a deadly look, which sent chills down my spine. "I'm tired of being Mr. Sanders' sex slave. I am not some concubine who is obliged to serve his every desire and whim just like every other whore in the White House, including Mrs. Iselin! But I figured I could give you a try, since you seem to be lonely and I don't think you have been laid yet," she hissed at me in a menacing and dark voice as she expressed her deep hatred and resentment for Mrs. Iselin and as she turned around to look at me I could see the fierce and indignant, vengeful glow in her eyes.

I then picked my ear for a moment while trying to figure out just exactly why Lee held such a vendetta for Mrs. Iselin, and then I remembered. Mrs. Iselin was known as the top dog in the White House and was viewed as one of Mr. Sanders' most trusted advisers and was one of his cabinet's most feared members. She held such power and prestige due to her ingenuity and intelligence that it was thought that Mrs. Iselin might eventually succeed him as the first female president of the United States.

However, there were rumors going around that Mrs. Iselin was secretly plotting with her son Raymond Shaw to arrange the overthrow of Mr. Sanders. But I believe it's just that, rumors, and nothing more.

And to think that Ms. Lee Dumonde, who would have become the First Lady of Salem had she remained married to Doug Williams, would be treated as a whore and as a slut in this prestigious city. And that alone makes me mad! "Damn you Mr. Sanders!" I roared at the top of my lungs and Lee Dumonde swiftly turned around to gaze at me upon hearing my sudden outburst. "You despise Mr. Sanders too?" she whispered in a low, sympathetic voice.

"Yes I hate him. I damn him to hell! Even here I'm just a fucking outcast! Only a couple of villains here in this stupid godforsaken town would even give a damn about me, including Kramer! And you, one of the most beautiful women of all of Salem, Washington, D.C., and possibly the entire planet, would even dare so much as to give a glance towards me! Me! One of Jumba's most inferior experiments! Somebody who has been bested by Experiment 626 and all of his fucking creations!"

"The only thing I ever wanted from Jumba is to love me as I am! I want him to accept me as his son and creation!" I snarled angrily as I proceeded to go off on a tangent about all of the people who have ever rejected and shunned me and how even in a villain's paradise I was considered nothing more than an outsider, and how I was shocked and amazed that there was anybody who cared for me at all – Lee and Kramer included. Of course Kramer is an idiot and normally I do not tolerate idiots; however, having a best friend who understands you and cares for you even though he's an imbecile is better than nothing.

And Lee – I cannot she would even consider making love to me at all –most likely cared for me as if I were a fellow tortured and troubled soul who suffered discrimination and injustice at the hands of heroes and villains alike. And as I went on my tirade all of my anger, rage, and jealousy erupted from deep within the wells of my tortured soul and I felt as if all of my demons were slowly being released from my body for the entire world to see. I was a monster. I was created as a monster. And I would be nothing more than a monster. Nothing would make me happier than if Lee were to accept me as my mate.

"You are not a monster, 621; you're just a misunderstood and troubled soul," Lee's soft-spoken voice suddenly cut in and I whipped my head around to gaze at her, with the sunlight radiating down on her sultry and slender figure and its rays slightly obscuring her dark tanned face. "We could plot together against Mr. Sanders; I was notorious in Salem for being a great schemer," she offered suggestively. "Tell me more; I'm interested," I grinned evilly as my eyes briefly glowed in a red hue. Lee Dumonde then approached me with a graceful and seductive stride and knelt down in front of me as she peered down into my face.

"Why don't we have a child together? We could make love together and if we successfully conceive we could keep the child safe and healthy until it is born and then we could use our baby as the ultimate tool in destroying Mr. Sanders and overthrowing him before we claim the presidency of the United States for ourselves. We could rule the entire country with all of the villains eating at our hands and our offspring will be the heir to the throne. I could care less if it's a boy or a girl; this plan could work!" Lee Dumonde quickly explained her plan to me and as I listened intently with rapt ears I could see her eyes gleam with life and a smile growing wider with every word she spoke.

"You're serious about this? Are you sure you want to do this? I'm pretty sure a baby is a huge responsibility and having the two of us care for a child will be a lot of work," I replied with a concerned frown in my lips as I scratched my head anxiously. Lee Dumonde eagerly nodded and then I pondered for a moment. My ears suddenly perked up with another idea. "How about we spite the entire administration by going out together publically? We might have to time it right. It might be a long while before we could even be capable of having children and besides we have to get to know each other better," I recommended another suggestion to her and her eyes lit up with intrigue and fascination.

"That could possibly be the best revenge of all! We'll announce to the entire cabinet that we are officially lovers and that will be the perfect way to get back at Mr. Sanders, since he thinks I'm his whore!" she smirked devilishly with a slight fit of giggles. I then gave her a brief peck on the lips and I caressed her softly on the cheek with a soft purr of my own. Then after we nuzzled each other for a moment, we took each other by the hand and we marched together out of the room and back into the ballroom where everybody surely must be intoxicated by now. By the time we headed out to the party again there was a loud and boisterous uproar among the drunken villains; even Mrs. Iselin was overcome with incessant fits of giggles and she was laughing gaily at some joke I cannot even understand. Mr. Sanders, as always, was passed out on a chair and was slumped over inert.

Finally I caught Kramer stooping over the table slurping up scoops of punch greedily into his mouth, which I thought revolting. "Kramer!" I snarled and then Kramer turned around and gawked at me for a moment. "Ohhh, Chopsuey, my man, it's you. So I see you got the girl," he mumbled in a slurred, incoherent speech. Jesus Christ. What was he doing during the whole hour that I was gone and making love to a beautiful woman?

"You're disgusting when you're drunk, Kramer. Don't you dare make a pass at me, or I'll rip you apart," Lee Dumonde chided Kramer reproachfully with a sharp and stern tongue. "Feisty, huh, Lee? I'll bet making physical contact with that trog made your blood run wild!" Kramer sneered as he proceeded to direct some snide and derogatory comments towards me and my new sweetheart and that was when he dared insult me in front of my new lover by calling me a common alien slur. "Don't piss me off, okay?" Lee screamed at him angrily as I could feel her grip on my hand tighten even more. I could tell by the sudden spike of her temperature that her anger was quickly aroused and I was beginning to feel claws creep out and retract from her hands. Little did I know that I was about to learn another thing we shared in common.

"Kramer, just stop it, okay? Just go outside and cool off! You're incredibly drunk and I don't like you insulting the two of us," I snapped disapprovingly at Kramer as I ordered him to leave the ballroom and head out to the balcony to cool off. However, it was actually Lee who needed to defuse from the situation by heading outside to calm down her temper. "What's the matter, Lee? Was Mr. Sanders not good enough for you? Was Doug not good enough for you? Was Byron not good enough for you? Was every other man you have slept with including in the White House not ever good enough for ya? I think you have a problem, bitch."

"Excuse me?" Lee hissed infuriatingly as her claws protruded from her nails and golden amber fur began to develop on her skin; that was when I saw her face contorting and altering itself to take on more feline features, with her initial visage still intact though. Her ears twisted and modified themselves to look pointy, cocked and triangular and her face became more and more pronounced to look even more fearsome and hideous. But even with her changing form she still looked astonishingly gorgeous and sexy and I'll admit she had never looked more attractive than when she was becoming extremely pissed at Kramer. A long and winding tail soon sprouted out of her lower back and it was not long before her astounding transformation was complete.

Her eyes were glowing red and as I witnessed her approaching Kramer with a menacing stride, I could feel myself trembling with absolute terror. But Kramer either did not seem to notice or even bother to care that he was in mortal peril. "You have a lot of nerve to say that to me, mister, especially since you have been stalking me to try to uncover my past. Say that to me one more time, Kramer, I dare you," she snarled and hissed at him tauntingly yet indignantly as she crept closer and closer to him.

Kramer laughed hysterically and was stumbling clumsily as he grinned sheepishly at the young woman. I then stepped in between Lee and Kramer and held out my hands to stop her. "Lee, no, listen! You have to calm down. Kramer's just being an asshole because he's drunk; let it go, Lee," I tried to persuade her not to attack him but I knew that just by looking at the deadly determination in her eyes that she will not be convinced otherwise. "No, I will not allow this insult to go unpunished. Get out of my way, little one. I'm going to deal with this man myself," she growled with an icy, cold, resolute tone in her voice and I knew then that I could not argue but I still cried out, "Little! Why I'll show you…"

"I love you, 621. Just leave; I would not want to see you get hurt," Lee insisted and I finally sighed and relented. Nothing could dissuade a woman from setting out to do what she had decided to do, that's for sure; she had fallen so hard for me that she would go out of her way to make sure that I was safe. I then nodded and walked out of the ballroom and trudged over to the balcony to sit there and mope. Lee Dumonde then let out a blood-curling roar before she pounced on a screaming Kramer and proceeded to tear him limb to limb.

Two hours later all of the inhabitants of the White House had quietly dispersed and retired to their suites as Lee was standing in the midst of the ballroom all by herself. She was breathing hard and her hands were shaking with blood covered all over her face, neck, hands and even her clothes. The young Salemite woman could hardly believe what she had done. Why could she have wanted to attack Kramer? Why? Because she was a vindictive woman who would not be satisfied until she got her revenge and avenge herself she did.

In a matter of moments Lee's body contorted and altered itself before the claws retracted back into her body and the fur receded back into her skin, with all of her feline features regaining its normal, human shape. Lee was now changed back into her usual self and she graced over to Kramer before leaning forward to examine him. Kramer was completely bludgeoned and belabored with bruises all over his body and was riddled with numerous cuts and slashes that decorated much of his chest and face. Tiny cuts were now festering all over his face and smears of blood were dripping onto his neck as the open slash wounds were scarred diagonally across his upper chest and abdomen and his shirt had been ripped open. Lee then got down on her knees and traced her hands across his stomach before caressing it softly with her fingers.

Kramer shivered, repulsed. Here was this woman who had just attacked him just two hours before and now she was making the moves on him. He glanced up at her and gawked at him with a stricken face. "What the hell is your fucking problem? Do you like seducing and torturing people like this? Jesus!" he whimpered in a terrified and frightened voice. Lee Dumonde then clicked her tongue and shushed him simultaneously in a soothing manner as she crept down on him and lay flat on her chest while peering into his eyes.

"I want you to promise me something," she mewed in a beseeching and imploring voice. "What?" Kramer scoffed. "Don't you ever insult me or my boochiboo ever again, do you hear me?" Lee's voice suddenly turned dangerous and threatening as she slapped him across the face and she rose to her feet before she stormed off and went out to join me in the balcony. And all Kramer could do was just stand up and stare at her as she walks away from him. "Where the hell did she learn that word?" he muttered to himself as he departed from the ballroom as well.

I was standing in front of the fence on the balcony peering out at the starry heavens when I noticed Lee emerging out in the open to join me from the corner of my eye. As she strolled towards the fence and took a spot beside me, I glanced quietly at her and I noted her bloodstained clothes and her dirty, filthy face. "What the hell happened to you back there? You look like you've been in a nasty fight," I remarked in an astonished and awe-struck voice. Lee Dumonde then chuckled demurely as she caressed my Mohawk softly and gazed at me with a tender and soft smile on her lips. "I was just teaching your little friend a lesson about treating his friends well in public and being courteous towards his lady friends," she only replied with that same sing-song, sweet, seductive tone in her voice.

"You didn't hurt my pal, did ya?" my fur bristled as I suddenly pushed her hand away from my hair and glared angrily and fiercely at her as I bared my teeth and claws menacingly. Lee also stepped away from me in a tense and rigid stance as she exchanged a fierce glance with me with an elegant and classy presence that only a queen could exude and I could feel her deadly gaze lock into my eyes; it was in that moment that I realized that her normally dark eyes had quickly inherited a rather fiery and radiant spark and were burning and brimming with life. "I just don't understand why you're hanging out with me at all; I'm the biggest loser in this administration, even though I'm supposed to be one of the operators in this gang!" I shot back aggressively. "Oh, you want me to go back to Mr. Sanders, is that it?" Lee Dumonde snapped indignantly in a defensive manner. "Why don't you return to him, since you're his fucking whore?" I hissed with an exceptionally malicious streak and the moment I saw a hint of anger and fury flare up in her eyes I knew I had said the wrong thing.

If there is one thing I have learned with dealing with villains of her caliber, don't ever piss off women by insulting them with demeaning names, especially people like her. And that was when her face burned an ominous shade of black and silent, subtle tremors rocked through her body before she flew right at me with a maniacal, almost homicidal look in her eyes. "You miserable bastard!" she screamed in a shrill voice as she tackled me hard on the floor and hurtled right into the glass table, dismantling and demolishing it in the process with her own weight. She then seized her hands onto my throat and began to rattle my head hard on the floor as she attempted to choke me. With each blow that was sustained onto the back of my head, I felt myself drifting deeper into unconsciousness. "You miserable coward! You will pay dearly for this! How dare you insult me like this when we both know what a dickhead Mr. Sanders is!" Lee Dumonde shrieked at the top of her voice as she continued to bash my head onto the floor and was soon plummeting me on the face with her fists.

I gagged and coughed weakly as I was quickly overwhelmed by the constant barrage of punches and I struggled to gather my strength and find the courage to overpower her somehow. But no – I was weak – the weakest of all of Jumba's experiments. How could I possibly defeat a young woman who might be more than twice my size? No…. I am not weak…. I have all of 626's powers…. So that means I am just as capable of defeating her as 626 and all of his bratty little cousins…. Wait a minute….

I then raised my right hand and with all of the strength I could muster, I struck Lee across the face as hard as I possibly could and she recoiled from the attack as she winced and let out a cry of agony and cradled her right hand on the spot where I have hit her. Upon removing her hand and taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, she refocused her attentions on me and she gave me an especially cold, frighteningly chilly look, a look that meant business. "Why don't you go back to Doug Williams and be his whore too? Is that what you've always been, Lee? Somebody else's whore or mistress?"

"I'll bet that Mr. Sanders looked forward to fucking you almost every night since you're such an easy target for sexual gratification," I cackled bitterly and cynically as I could see her scowl and a trace of disgust and exasperation emerged visibly in her face. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I offend you? Did I forget to mention that if you were to bear Mr. Sanders a son you might even be considered the queen of the land?" I kept on taunting and mocking her with a cruel sneer. "I will never offer myself to anyone but you! I love you, Chopsuey, with all my heart. I have not loved someone so passionately in such a long time, not since I've spent so many years in Canada with a female lover."

My jaw dropped and my ears flattened themselves as I struggled to swallow the enormous lump in my throat that had suddenly developed. Traces of red sparks flickered in my eyes as I subconsciously reached out my arms to her and wrapped them tenderly around her slender and sinuous figure in an effort to draw her closer to me. As I pulled her close to my body and our eyes met, I could feel a sudden pull of attraction between us. "For the first time in my life I feel like I have met someone who actually understands me and with whom I share so much in common. I feel like we are soul mates that might be destined to be united by fate."

"I believe that we are one and the same person that are meant to be mates. If there is nothing else for me to live for in this godforsaken state, I would be spending the rest of my life pursuing Doug and making his life and Julie's life a living hell. But you're the only person who could save me from a life of servitude under the control of Mr. Sanders who wants only to manipulate me once he impregnates me with an heir, and I will not allow him to do that," Lee Dumonde confided softly to me as she gradually confessed her raw sentiments and I saw that her hands were placed firmly on my shoulders as she stared deeply into my eyes.

My eyes darted to and fro nervously as I struggled to comprehend the bombshell that was revealed to me and Lee hid her face away from me bashfully. "Wait, so you're bisexual?" I inquired curiously with a raised eyebrow. "It was a relationship I was in for a long time. She was such a beautiful woman and was so good to me; she didn't care who I was or what my past consisted of. Granted, she was no saint either and she had made some mistakes in her past as well but she thought the world of me and was heartbroken when I had to leave her," Lee admitted candidly as she glanced downward with a low, soft, quiet voice and I could sense a trace of sadness that became apparent as she spoke.

There was a sound of a low, rumbling thunder and the sudden whoosh of a gust of wind as I peered up at Lee and I saw a ray of moonlight reflected in her face. The anger that had possessed and consumed the young Salemite woman immensely just moments before had now faded from her eyes and was replaced with a calm, serene and sentimental glow. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I whispered in a low voice and Lee only responded with a smile. "I am not concerned with that, my darling. Come on; I know the perfect place where we can arrange our rendezvous," she mused with a purr as she got up and pulled me up on my feet. Lee then took my hand in hers and I squeezed it gently and we slowly departed from the balcony and entered the premises once again.

Well, that's it for the first chapter. I'm sorry I could not give any further details about Rhonda's home life with her team and family and her past history but that's pretty much all I could come up with. However, I hope I gave you a very good idea of what Chopsuey's relationship and life is like with his teammates and the close and intimate bond he shares with Lee; I personally think that the love scenes I have written for them are unusually well written, especially for a story such as this. I guess reading all of these fanfictions lately must have helped! With all of the research I have possibly done on Lee Dumonde, I think her character is pretty accurate, but if anyone wants to give me any pointers or tips on how to make her personality more accurate, they are more than welcome to. The more I ponder about their relationship, the more I think these two are meant to be together, especially since they are both psychotic and have violent temperaments. Don't you agree?

Well, as you can see in the first couple of paragraphs after Chopsuey's reverie is interrupted by Sadie, one of the many puppies owned by Team Legacy, there are some indirect references to my old novel that is now posted in this website, "Team Legacy: The World Is Not Enough", so if you would like to check it out, go to the X-overs section. Chances are I might post the second chapter for that story sometime tomorrow if possible. Therefore, in the next chapter, you will get some more insight into the budding relationship between Chopsuey and Lee Dumonde and the challenges they face in their relationship, and also what really went down the day Chopsuey was assigned by Mr. Sanders to go to Suburbia City to deliver some drugs to a pirate drug dealer. You will meet some characters who have appeared in "The World Is Not Enough", mostly established and original characters, and also meet some new ones who have never appeared in the original fanfiction.

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