Government Hooker – Kigo

Inspired by Lady Gaga's Song of the Same Name, Ironic No?

Chapter Titles Will Mostly Be Lyrics From The Song.

Also, for those of you that have read 'Swan Song' I MAY do a sequel, I haven't developed a plot for it and to be honest I'm stuck on that. So no, this isn't the sequel to it.

Italics are a particular character's memory/thoughts about a certain event; it's in first person as you can see.

Marked with a ~I~ for those of you that cannot tell the difference.

Chapter 1: "I Can Be Good, Unless You Want To Be Bad."

It wasn't that Shego hated mornings, it was just a deep distaste for them, really. Then again mornings meant she had to get up to go out into the world to make a profit, even though she had accumulated enough earnings to hold her over for this lifetime. It was it mystery to her why she had actually kept going on in this manner, it was the question that had tormented her for years now. If anything the mercenary wanted to get out of this business, it wasn't like she couldn't just step down. Well actually that was the major problem, she couldn't just quit her job, and if she did then said job would not even exist.

Shego stared at her off-turquoise ceiling, still debating on whether she would turn in her resignation today, as she had done for numerous mornings prior. The thief scoffed harshly at how pathetic she had become; reduced to stay at some shitty job just because she didn't want to hassle with her employees. Five years ago, however, she would have simply barged in, blasted a few things with her plasma to get their attention, and told them all to 'Fuck Off'. The mercenary grinned at the irony of the thought; it was due to an event similar to it that had gotten her into this position in the first place. When the thief actually gave it some thought, it was exactly what had happened to get her this position originally, although the loving statement was phrased a bit differently.

~I~

"Are you mad your little boyfriend melted?"

Maybe it was the taunting that had set me off, no, couldn't have been, we always bicker at each other, it's all part of the dance. Perhaps it was the fact that the redhead kicked me into that electric transformer. The burning smell of my scorched flesh, all those electric volts pulsating through me like an intense orgasm. Of course I would use such comparisons, but it may as well have been one, I was indifferent to the pain nevertheless, anyways.

"You know what I hate, Shego?"

No, it was what she had said to me, those three words, those three damnable words. More often than not when someone refers to 'those three words' it's normally a statement of love or affection to one another. You have to admit that when it comes to Kimmie and myself we aren't exactly normal, she's a teenager that could drop a brute four times her size and globe-trots on a regular basis. While me, of course, I'm the one with the pale green skin and ability to fry anyone's ass that pisses me off. Then there's the whole thief and hero thing, so that damnable phrase could never have anything to do with love.

"What Do You Hate, Pumpkin?"

Yes that was it, that was what had made me go mad for that brief amount of time, what had caused me to lose my fucking mind.

"You, I hate You!"

Now comes the part where I ask myself: "Why were you so affected?"

To be honest I have no clue why I reacted in that way, I guess it's that I really don't hate Kimmie, nor have I ever hated her. When I think about it, my job was to fight her, not to be her best friend, obviously. If anything, I would have suspected that she simply was annoyed with me, but I never would have guessed that she had such a strong loathing for me. So in the end I assume it was that my Princess hated me because of my job, well my old job.

After Global Justice had finally gotten off their lazy asses and moved the transformer off of me, they took me back to their headquarters to get worked on. It appears that when Kimmie had kicked me across the roof into the transformer and when I had went over the side of the building, a piece of the transformer had wedged itself into my abdomen. Unluckily for me the metal reacted with my plasma-filled blood, melting, causing the toxins from the metal to be dispersed into my system. That may have played a key role in causing my bout of insanity, as well; then again it may have just incapacitated me enough to save hundreds of Global justice officer lives.

In the Global Jet I was restrained in, I noted that none of the guards surrounding me had an automatic weapon. Nor did any of them have enough sense to be cautious with me; it was an insult, really. I was the most dangerous woman in the world, capable of stealing precious stones right from under the noses of the people that guarded them, able to blast my way though solid concrete, and escape any and all prison cells that had tried to hold me.

No, this would not do, I want all of their guns to be pointed at me, I want them to have a nervous breakdown and become trigger happy. Even in this state I was sitting up, they had no restraints on me, and I'd have broken them anyways so it would have been a waste of perfectly good equipment. One of the rookies glanced my way, I smirked at him, he quickly averted his eyes and tightened the already death-grip he had on his gun.

Before I could make the rookies piss their pants in fear, the jet began its descent to wherever the headquarters were. I already knew the routine; this was becoming a regular thing, so I was up and standing in the middle of the jet's cargo hold, waiting for the newbies to take their respective places as the jet landed. As my escorts took their stations around me, the cargo door opened, it was still raining outside while bright flashes of lightening helped to lighten up the loading dock.

My escorts and I made our way into the headquarters, making our usual route with only a minor detour as they took me to the medical wing. The doctor simply pulled the metal out, stitched me up and sent me on my way; blissfully unaware of the potent toxins that were wreaking havoc in body. I could tell something was wrong, well duh of course I could it's my body, and if the lightheadedness wasn't a clear enough sign then the nausea was. I never had any problems like this, my body was Fort Knox when it came to such things, nothing would get in or out. Then again I had never been impaled by a rusty piece of metal after being electrocuted by have of Middleton's power supply before.

We proceeded to walk down the corridor leading to my custom cell; it was my cell after all, as I've said I'm in here enough that I might as well have my own. As we passed by the cafeteria I glanced through the bullet-proof hallway window into it, to see all Global Justice employees watching an enormous television. On the screen was Kim Possible and the current American President, she looked to still be in her battle suit, receiving a metal of Heroism for saving the world from the wrath of the little Diablos. I stopped mid-stride as the hero began to go into a speech pertaining to her battle with me.

"Shego is a violent and mentally unstable individual, I had to fight for my life, as I have done countless times before."

I couldn't believe the bullshit she was saying, I'm as stable as she is, if not more. One of my escorts jabbed me with the barrel of his gun, trying to get me to go on, I simply ignored him. I casted an intimidating glance at the boy before turning back to the screen, as Kim continued on with her speech.

"I am glad that I have defeated her yet again, not for my sake, but for the sake of this country. As well as the sake of this world, who would even want to imagine the destruction and chaos that the villainess would release unto the world if she was to gain control of it. Its victories like this that makes my job worth wild, to know that I have made the world a bett- "

That was enough, I couldn't take anymore of her goody-goody lies, she didn't know me. She had no right to run her mouth about something that she had no prior knowledge about, especially when that subject is already pissed off enough as is. I knew I would have to get my revenge, it irked me to no end when the heroes played the noble card, who the hell made the so damn high and mighty?

Just then the same escort jabbed the barrel of his gun into my shoulder blade, and was about to do it again before I snapped and jerked around grabbing the barrel. I ignited my plasma, melting the metal enough to enable me to bend the tip up at a ninety degree angle. I promptly whipped my leg around to kick the offending escort, taking out two other guards in the process. With a few more well placed kicks, punches and flips, the rest of my escorts were down for the count. It looked as the crowd from the cafeteria had seen the whole show, as the alarm began to scream its alert to the building.

There was no way I was going to sit in a prison cell the rest of my life, now was the time to act. I quickly sprinted down the nearest hallway, it was empty, seems everyone was in the cafeteria watching the hero. I skidded to a halt before bolting back towards the cafeteria doors, which I welded the metal doors together to keep the masses at bay. I noted that Doctor Director could not be seen in the cafeteria, nor on the television screen either, so she was either in her office or was currently traveling to Possible's ceremony. I smirked at my unplanned cunning scheme, and now that I could actually think I began to expand on my plot.

~I~

Shego grinned, she had outdone herself when she had taken over Global Justice, and with a little bit of work, the majority of the world. Some countries she did not possess power over, mostly because they were too small and it didn't really matter one way or another. She soon came to find out that she was often honored in other countries, despite her background, and jumped at the opportunity to use that power to her advantage. People mostly in the middle east revered her as a plasma-wielding goddess, and were happy to serve in her armies.

In the beginning of her reign the original Global Justice Officers rebelled against her, forming massive groups and starting riots. As well as trying to break into the old Global Justice Headquarters, which Shego often resided in due to its obscurity. That was put to an end as the Empress turned the normal civilians against the rebels, as well as blowing up the old headquarters while the majority of the rebels had stormed inside it. The surviving officers quickly disappeared into society, trying to make a living as they could.

There was a rumor that Kim Possible had survived the explosion, but that was put to rest as there were no sightings of the hero after that day. But even so, Shego still sends patrols out to search for the girl; she would be the cause of yet another uprising if she is not captured. Although the mercenary did also have patrols to try and locate Doctor Director, Will Du, Wade, Ron Stoppable amongst many others. She knew she had to wipe out anyone that was close to Kim, even if it was counted as a precautionary matter.

Shego didn't, however, try to rid herself of Kim's family; they turned out to be wonderful additions to her inner-circle. The Tweebs invented countless weapons, vehicles, and numerous other gadgets to suit their Empresses' needs. Anne had become Shego's personal doctor, and somewhat advisor, the older woman was full of wisdom. Seeming to have a lot more common-sense than her husband, who was now employed working on a 'Moon Colonization' Project.

The mercenary sat up in her bed, stretching out her sore muscles, she felt like shit and if she looked in the mirror would probably look like it too. It was only yesterday she had gotten back from the front-lines; it was just a minor civil war, no biggie or anything. She stood up, putting on a black silk robe with a plasma-wielding serpent woven into the right side of it, her attention turned to the other body occupying the massive bed.

Shego groggily walked around the foot of the bed, and to the other side of it. She observed the redhead in her bed, in general she would have woken up alone, but due to her keeping of the peace the day prior, the thief reasoned she deserved it. No, it wasn't often she would pick up a prostitute, but she did need some type of release that she could not find otherwise. Not that the slut could satisfy her insatiable hunger, it seemed no one could, the redhead had passed out only halfway through the session; the mercenary wouldn't be calling on her anytime soon.

Shego pulled her foot back before letting loose a hard kick to the side of the mattress, causing the bed to rise up for a moment before plummeting down with a thud, "Get up you Slut! Your services are no longer needed, so take your money and get the fuck out of here!"

The girl only laid there in a lifeless heap with an occasional twitch thrown in for the hell of it, that is, until Shego became annoyed by the girl's ignorance. The thief ripped the satin sheet off of her unwanted guest, causing the girl to shiver and subconsciously reach for it. Shego leaned over the girl, reaching down with her right hand to push wild strands of hair out of the girls face and tucking them behind her ear. Now the girl seemed to be responding, as she cracked open her eyes, smiling at the figure above her.

The mercenary smiled back, leaning down, positioning her mouth by the girl's ear, "Perhaps you didn't hear me, Love…" she paused before screeching, "The Fuck out of my place before I scorch your ass!"

The girl was stunned by the sudden outburst, just staring up at her Empress with wide eyes. Shego glared at the girl before standing back up straight, proceeding to walk into her bathroom for a deserved shower. After the thief had disappeared into the bathroom, the girl jumped out of the bed and quickly gathered up her things, grabbing the pile of bills off the dresser, and getting the hell out of dodge. The girl had heard of the Empress' temper, but had just regarded it to a rebellious rumor about the woman; now she knew better.

Let me guess, you assumed that the job Shego was referring to in the beginning was her being a prostitute? And are we a bit shocked that Shego isn't? /snickers at the usual stereotype

But more importantly:

Who is that in Shego's bed?

Are You Sure?

Really?

Alright then, I'll take your word on it.

Up Next: Chapter 2 "Douches and Frizzy Hair."