Geez. I'm bored, bored, bored...

I'm always bored now. Nothing seems to be worth the effort anymore. People wonder why I stay with my boss when he's clearly incompetent. It's because I'm bored. Staying with him isn't any more or any less boring then heading off on my own. And besides, it allows me some small spark of satisfaction to mock him.

Heading off on my own... I could do that. I could take over the world. I know I could, it's far easier than anyone thinks, far easier than Drakken or any of the other villains expect. If the heroes knew how easily I could conquer their world, they wouldn't get a moment's shut-eye trying to think of ways to stop me. But I won't take over the world, and you know why? What would I do with it when I've conquered? I would just be sitting there saying: Geez. I'm bored, bored, bored... I'd probably be more bored as the ruler of the world than I am now.

The only thing that causes me some amount of satisfaction is fighting. Martial arts fighting. I enjoy causing others' pain. I don't even mind being hurt myself. In fact, I relish it. If I don't get hurt then the fight's too easy. The pain calls up the adrenaline, the pain let's you know you're still alive, the pain is throbbing but it doesn't matter because you're in a world of your own, and even though your brain is screaming for you to run, you're in a world of your own, the world of fighting. I live for the fighting.

I suppose it's kind of like being a drug addict. All the addict cares about in their life is their drug. All I care about is the fighting. I'm not addicted to the pain. Otherwise I'd be bleeding to death in a hospital from cutting right about now, or maybe I would have already died by now... Anyway, that's the one thing about this job; it gives me plenty of opportunities to fight. Drakken comes up with a new world domination plan about every week or two, and every time, even the time when the plan was to distribute low quality toothbrushes (don't ask), little Miss Kimmie Anne Possible shows up. Hey, she keeps me in shape. That's why I don't beat her. Who needs aerobic videos when she shows up once a week like clockwork? 'Course, don't let that give you any ideas, I beat everyone else.

I don't have anything to do today. I just filed and painted my nails yesterday, and my new issues of Villainess and Villains Times haven't come in yet. I suppose I could get some of the henchmen to fight me... what am I thinking? It's tougher fighting the dummy than those guys... Geez, I'm so bored!!!

I start beating the heck out of a punching bag, but this doesn't give me pleasure any more. It's a robotic movement. Over and over. High kick, spinning kick, roundhouse, right hook, left hook, side swipe, slashing, chopping, punching, kicking, more and more, my tempo gets faster and faster. All I am is a blur. I know I am, I can't even see my limbs moving, I don't even try to. Don't focus on yourself, it's the surest way to get beaten. I keep going. If I fought like this, I could easily beat Kimmie, but like I said, she's a constant source of amusement so I keep her around. Drakken would be furious to know I'm holding back, but it should be obvious: I'm a master of 38 styles of martial arts, she knows only sixteen styles of kung-fu. She hasn't mastered them. She's not a God-Knows-How-Many degree blackbelt. She's a peppy little cheerleader with an ego. I'm still kicking and punching. I light up my hands for a few brief moments, then stop and walk away, leaving the several punching bags to smolder behind me.

I need a real fight. Bar fight.

I can hold my liquor better than most guys. So I had a nice brawl, left about 20 guys with broken noses, hands, etc. Then I slammed back a few shots and headed back to the lair. Too easy.

The next day. I need a real fight. Hench Co.

Eh, took on 30 henchmen, top of their class, came at me in groups of 5. Their suits protected them from broken bones, but I know they all have concussions. I didn't even steal anything. The fight was too boring.

Next day. GJ. Beat them.

Next day. Kim's here.

So we started our little fight. She thinks she's all that, Miss Little Teen Hero. She's so smug. She thinks she can always beat me, that I'm a push-over, more reputation than results. And you know what? That makes me mad. I'm tired of having to deal with her. I'm sick and tired of all of this!

I vault backwards, far quicker than Kimmie ever could. She stares at me. Ha, she didn't know I could do that. I reach for the plasma. Over the course of my childhood I had learned and disciplined myself to subconsciously confine my plasma to my hands, even when it was due to a reaction or emotion and I didn't consciously choose to call it up. But now, I release it, giving it freedom, letting my entire body be washed by the sweet touch of green flames. I can see them staring at me, Kimmie, Ron, the rat, and Drakken. None of them knew I could do this. I let a shockwave of my energy go, surrounding me a travelling outward in a transparent green orb. I make it stop so it is touching the tip of Kim's shoes. She's so shocked and scared that she doesn't move. I hold it for a moment, then pull the orb back in, and note with satisfaction that her bangs and eyebrows are singed from the intensity of the orb.

I can make two types of orbs. One travels very quickly, shoving anything and everything out of its path. The other is controlled, like the one I just did. However, I have to pour so much energy into it that an energy field extends a little way around it, and the sheer intensity of this energy is what singed Kim's hair.

She stands in shock. I extinguish my plasma, give her the device that they had come for (Drakken was still too shocked to prevent me), then picked up her and the sidekick and deposited them outside the door, before slamming it shut behind them.

I am not exhausted from the orb. I feel good. In fact, I feel much better than I have in the past couple months.