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This chapter: Enter the villains stage right.
Bonnie breathed in the free air as she emerged from prison. The long walk to freedom had included doors, gates, guards, rooms, and paperwork. Nothing that she would lament being rid of. But there was just something about the smell of the air that was different. It didn't feel used, recycled, or dirty just fresh. She moved purposefully across the prison yard and stepped through the final gate to freedom. It was kind of a letdown. In a loose grey blouse, faded jeans, and two small shoulder bags Bonnie emerged once more unto the world.
No fireworks or fanfare. No family or friends. Not even a wave goodbye from the prison gate staff. Just Sibyl standing there leaning next to the fence. Sibyl her cell mate, confidant, lover, and now fellow ex-con stood there looking quite chick in a black tank top, short skirt, and a large multicolored bag.
"It's hard to believe I dreamed about this moment for so long and now that I'm here …" said Bonnie.
"Reality doesn't match up with imagination unless you work awfully hard", said Sibyl as she strolled over with an exaggerated sway of her hips. "So are you ready to enter the world again?"
"As what a file clerk, a line cook, a waitress, or an exotic dancer?"
"Oh, I like the dancer option". Bonnie turned hands on her hips frowning at Sibyl. "What! Its good money and fun if you can keep the boss's hands off you". Bonnie now crossed her arms and began tapping her foot in annoyance. Sibyl laughed and spun in a circle looking like a caramel skinned spritely fairy.
"Lighten up Cheri, didn't I tell you that all you had to do was come home with me and see my sisters and everything would be taken care of".
"So you say, but I can't even get to your home without breaking my parole. Since I have no plans of going back in there", Bonnie indicated the prison, "Tell me how we are going to get around that?"
Sibyl seemed to think for a moment. "It would help if we had something personal of this parole officer of yours".
Bonnie reached into her bag and pulled forth a business card. "She gave me her card at the last parole hearing".
Sibyl reached out and took the card, turning it over several times in her hands. "Yep, that will do. Now all we need is a ride".
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Bonnie looked out of the upstairs window of her parole officer's office. Sibyl may be confusing and flighty at times but she does get results. They had quickly commandeered a ride from a local by Sibyl merely displaying a slightly raised skirt on the side of the road. The driver had happily taken them to the address on the business card. By the time they had arrived Bonnie believed he was ready to propose marriage to Sibyl. What was her secret? During the trip Sibyl had taken the card and performed some sort of Magic/Vodou ritual with it that Bonnie didn't understand or really believe in. However, she had to admit the results were impressive.
Bonnie turned back around and found Sibyl sitting on the lap of the parole officer making out hot and heavy. They had arrived at her office and immediately Sibyl had begun talking and in only a few minutes whatever power she used had given her complete control of the woman. That kind of power was scary if you thought about but right now Bonnie didn't care.
"Should I leave you two alone or are we actually going to accomplish something", said Bonnie.
"Believe me I am trying desperately to "Come" up with something", said Sibyl in between kisses. Bonnie once again set hands to hips and began tapping her foot. Sibyl turned her head and looked back with a resigned expression as the other woman nibbled on her neck. "Oh, alright you really need to learn how to relax Cheri". Sibyl rose from the woman's lap and passed her hand over the woman's face and she calmed down immediately.
"Now listen to me very carefully, my dear. My friend and I will be leaving shortly but since you are Bonnie's parole officer you will not report this. In fact you will continue to report that she is here and doing well in her rehabilitation. You will write reports on her good behavior and what a model citizen she has become", said Sibyl. The woman stared back blankly into Sibyl's eyes just nodding her head.
"Will she remember that we were here?"
"Nothing beyond what we wish her to remember. This kind of simple manipulation is all I have been left with", complained Sibyl.
"What do you mean?"
"Later. Right now we have a plane to catch".
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With the funds Bonnie had been able to smuggle out of the prison she had more than enough to arrange for first class accommodations on their flight to New Orléans, Louisiana. Sibyl seemed absolutely ecstatic to be returning home. Bonnie had never been to the city but had read and heard much about it. Louisiana was unique in American history because it was the only state whose legal history stemmed from the Napoleonic Code and not English common law. Bonnie hoped to avoid the law no matter what its background was.
Sibyl sat staring out of the window and Bonnie sat on the aisle. Just after the plane took off Bonnie decided this was the time to get some answers.
"Now that we are on our way maybe you can tell me more about where we are going and who we are going to see".
"What you don't like surprises?" said Sibyl trying her best to look innocent and pouty.
"Not particularly".
"Alright we are going to the place I was trained in magic. It possess as a shop on in the French Quarter of New Orléans, which sells charms and gris-gris to both the knowledgeable and the tourist alike. My mentor/mistress is Madam Opal Laveau the great-granddaughter of the one and only Marie Laveau".
"Who was she?"
Sibyl looked positively alarmed and aghast at Bonnie's response. "Why she was the most famous Vodou Queen in the history of New Orléans!"
"Sorry I didn't know. Never took the whole magic/Vodou thing seriously".
"Most of the world would agree with you but the spirits and gods of old are still there and still available to those who know how to talk and listen to them".
"And you know how to do that?"
"It seems you are doubter Cheri. Haven't I already proven my powers to you and these are only a trifle to what I could be capable of?"
"So what happened to your powers?"
"I offended my mistress and she punished me."
"What did you do?"
"I slept with a man". Bonnie merely raised an eyebrow in response. "Oh, he was such a beautiful man but my mistress had forbidden me from having carnal relations with any man. When she discovered what I had done and that I was no longer a maiden she was quite vexed".
"When did this happen?"
"I had just turned thirty and it was my birthday so I figured I would give myself a present".
"You were a virgin at thirty?" said Bonnie in disbelief.
"My mistress always said that I was to remain pure if I wished to realize my true powers but he was just so beautiful. After he was found beaten nearly to death the police discovered evidence of my involvement and they arrested me".
"So she framed you".
"Oh no, I beat the stuffing's out of him. He wanted me to run away with him and be a penniless beggar. Love alone would sustain us. What a waste. No my mistress merely allowed the police to find the evidence that implicated me and then she suppressed my powers so I couldn't stop them".
"Why would she do that?"
"To teach me a lesson about obedience. I knew when my powers nearly disappeared it was her work. But since she didn't take them all away I knew she was just testing me so I bided my time until I could return home and earn back her good favor".
"How are you supposed to do that?"
"By bringing her a present", said Sibyl as she eyed Bonnie up and down.
Bonnie suddenly tensed in her chair and her eyes narrowed in anger. "So you have betrayed me?"
"No, no it's not like that. It's simply that you and your story are special and so is your hate. I told you that will, desire, and hate can be a great power in the right hands. I believe my mistress will be very interested in you and your revenge".
"Why would she be interested in Kim and me?"
"Trust me. I have spent years studying my mistress and I know things about her that even she does not suspect that I know. If we play this right you will get the chance to right all the wrongs you believe have been done unto you and I will get the chance to rejoin my sisters as an equal. We all win".
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As they exited the airport in New Orléans they obtained a taxi for the ride into down town. Bonnie had been uncharacteristically quiet for the rest of the flight. Sibyl decided to mine for her own information.
"Why did you agree to come with me Mon Petite?"
"It's not like I had any better options", said Bonnie in a bored tone.
"Why is that? What about your family? What about your friends before prison?"
"My family was useless from the beginning. They were only going to feel sorry for me and tell me to now do the right thing. They were going to try and hold me back in the life I had before. That wasn't what I wanted".
"What of your friends, surely there was someone who cared for you? Someone who came to visit?"
"There was. There was Angelica, Tara, and others but what could they do for me? I couldn't stand to see the looks on their faces. The pity, the shock, and the inevitable rejection was just too much. So I didn't try to engage them and eventually they stopped coming to see me. Hell, even Kim came several times in the beginning but that was the last thing I wanted. I'm sure she only wanted to gloat and lord it over that me that she had won and I had lost, again. No, if I was going to survive I had to do it all by myself".
"So you isolated yourself".
"I wasn't going to give anyone a chance to hurt me again".
"Or help you? What about now? What about me?"
Bonnie turned and looked directly into Sibyl's eyes. "You're convenient, nothing more. You've made that abundantly clear to me".
"That's my girl", said Sibyl smiling.
The cab ride continued into downtown as the sun was almost down and dusk settled over the city. The traffic got heavier and soon they were slowed to almost a crawl as the street was crowded before them as a large group of partiers moved across it.
"What is this Mardi Gras?" asked Bonnie stretching to look out the window.
"Oh no, Cheri. If this were Mardi Gras there would be a hundred times more people. This is just a street party or minor celebration. They happen all the time down here. It was worse before Katrina but we had a lot more people then. The atmosphere here will may be very different than what you are used too?"
"I'm used to prison. Almost anything would be better than that".
"Touché, Cheri, touché. We are close enough that I think we can walk from here".
"But it's nearly dark are you sure it's safe enough?" questioned Bonnie.
"No I'm sure it's not". Sibyl then had the driver stop and she paid him. "We are only a few blocks away now and some exercise may do us good after our trip".
The atmosphere on the street was festive and loud. The pair passed several shops, stores, cafes, and bars where people both local and tourist moved about the area. The smell of a large city compressed with people mixed with the smell of fresh food and drink. Light jazz sounding music filled the air with rhythmic percussion and loud trumpet play was heard.
Bonnie saw several street parties and at least one wedding party as they traveled through the French Quarter. None of this really mattered to her at all which she found slightly depressing but not crippling. Bonnie chalked it all up to her new attitude on life. Happiness didn't matter; results mattered.
Sibyl acted like a child set lose in a candy store. She danced through the crowds snatching people up at random to dance with and grabbing bit of food from vendors that they passed. This was a happy place Sibyl seemed to feed off that happiness. This made Bonnie slightly jealous considered Bonnie's new take on happiness. Well happiness was definitely a thing of the past. Results and revenge were what Bonnie pursued now.
Eventually they left the more crowded streets and entered a few off-street areas. Finally they were passing through an isolated alley.
"Why don't we just wear signs that say victim's here", said Bonnie.
"Oh, we are all one big family down here. I have walked these streets for years and never once have I had a problem", said Sibyl as skipped more than walked beside Bonnie.
"There is always a first time". The alley darkened significantly in the middle but began to lighten back up as the neared the far side.
"Chickas, chickas, chickas", came a voice from the approaching alley exit. Four young men ranging in age from late teens to early twenties emerged spreading out to cover the alley exit. All wore loose clothing, jackets, and the largest carried a dark wooden bat.
Bonnie stopped and turned frowning to Sibyl who only smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
"What are such lovely women doing in such a place this fine evening", said the eldest looking thug who appeared to be the leader.
"They must be looking for fine gentlemen like us to spend their time with", said the large one with the bat.
"Well isn't it lucky for them that we are here to accommodate them", said the leader.
Bonnie stepped forward before Sibyl could say anything. "Because I just got of prison today and I really don't want to go back. I'm going to give you scum one chance to get out of our way. After that I step all over you like the dog shit that you are".
The four men and even Sibyl seemed surprised at the vehemence of Bonnie reaction. The leader recovered first and drew out butterfly knives in each hand deliberately swing and twirling them open before the girls. The movement was obviously meant to intimidate the women but Bonnie simply stared back never flinching. The other three thugs spread out behind their leader thinking the girls non-reactions were due to fear.
"Listen chicka I don't think you understand what a precarious situation you are in", said the knife wielding thug.
"Precarious? Hey Sibyl we might just have a slightly educated idiot here".
The lead thug didn't hesitate and he feinted with his right hand knife and then lunged forward with his left. The blow was meant to make a vicious cut along Bonnie's right check. She ignored the obvious feint and merely twisted aside as the left hand strike missed her face. Lightning fast she grabbed his left wrist and twisted it violently. The thug cried in pain and tried to stab with other knife but Bonnie stepped into his arm and elbow blocked the clumsy strike. The thug couldn't maintain his grip on the left handed knife which he dropped. Bonnie released her grip and caught the knife and jabbed it into his right arm just below the elbow. The thug screamed and dropped his other knife which Bonnie caught as she kneed the thug in his genitals.
As the leader fell to the ground two of the remaining thugs rushed forward while the fourth hesitated. The two that attacked included the large one with the bat and another that pulled a long metal pipe from his jacket. They tried to attack Bonnie from opposite sides simultaneously but their timing was off by only a few seconds. The bat wielder was used to overpowering everyone in his path so he over swung his strike. Bonnie merely leaned backwards allowing the bat to swing past her into the other closing thug. The other was concentrating on Bonnie and he didn't even see the bat coming when it split his forehead open like a ripe melon. Before the bat wielder could recover from his blow Bonnie stepped past him drawing her blade across his throat. The thug staggered swinging his bat wildly before he collapsed against the alley wall bleeding out onto the ground.
The last thug turned and began running away. Bonnie flipped the knife and hurled it striking the running thug at the base of the neck. He stopped and turned trying to reach the knife in his back until his knees gave way and he crumpled to the ground.
The leader had managed to rise up to his knees as he tried to pull the knife from his arm. Bonnie squatted down before him pulled the knife out and plunged it into his left eye. After the thug stopped twitching she drew out the knife and wiped it off on his jacket.
Sibyl began clapping in admiration as she stepped forward to examine the other men.
"This is a good knife. I think I'll keep it", said Bonnie.
Sibyl reached down and drew out the knife that Bonnie had thrown and tossed it back to her. "Here have another. That was very impressive Cheri. You just killed four men".
"These were foolish amateurs. I spent years in prison learning and training how to fight".
"But still most people would have hesitated or ran before confronting them much less killing them".
"They were in my way so killing them was merely practical and easy".
"So no regrets, no remorse, no sad thoughts at all".
"Like I said it was easy".
"That's my girl", said Sibyl smiling.
"Did I just pass a test?"
"Yes, you did. I was confident that you were strong enough to face the mistress and it pleases me to have judged you correctly".
Bonnie cleaned off both knives before storing them in her pockets. She and Sibyl left the alley making sure no one had witnessed the fight. They passed a few more blocks unnoticed and it was only then that Bonnie heard the distant sound of police sirens.
"We're here", said Sibyl.
Bonnie turned and found a fairly nondescript two-story building that had no markings or advertisements. It was cramped alongside several other buildings and wouldn't really catch the eye of anyone from its looks.
"Don't advertise much do you".
"We are along the Mardi Gras route. Besides anyone who doesn't know what is here has no business being here", said Sibyl as she reached forth to almost caress the dirty brown door. "I should warn you about my other sister, Lyra Lafonte. Don't let her naïve look or innocent attitude fool you. She has some demons in her past just like you and she has dealt with them just a ruthlessly. But most of all I must warn you that she is a hugger".
With those words Sibyl opened the door. Bonnie was immediately struck by the sound of Jazz/classic music and the smell of some kind of earthy incense. As she followed Sibyl in she passed through aisles of strange paraphernalia. There were things that looked like charms, amulets, candles, crucifixes, sulfur, honey, and finally large and small dolls of every type. When she had passed several rows of items she caught up with Sibyl who had stopped to watch the show before them.
A woman danced to the music before them. She looked in her young twenties and was just under six feet in height. She was Caucasian, blue-eyed, and had strawberry blonde hair that flowed down her back almost to her waist that swayed untamed and wild about her. Her dress was an almost translucent white gown that when silhouetted against the burning candles showed the girl wore nothing underneath the dress. Bonnie was momentarily stunned at the innocent beauty of the girl until she remembered Sibyl's warning.
"I went to prison to grow old and fat and you stayed here to become more beautiful than the rising sun", said Sibyl gaining the girls attention.
"Sibylllllllll!" screamed the girl in clear delight as she rushed forward to envelope Sibyl in a hug. "Why didn't you call? I would have come for you".
"Really Lyra, the mistress would have let you leave to get me?" questioned Sibyl.
The girl seemed to think a moment and Bonnie could see that the question did scare the girl.
"I would have found a way even if the mistress had forbade me", said Lyra attempting to look brave.
"Be careful sister. There are penalties for defying the mistress. Believe me I know".
"Well it doesn't matter now your back, your back, your back", said Lyra as she practically jumped up and down around Sibyl.
"And I am not alone. Allow me to introduce my friend, associate, and fellow sister Ms. Bonnie Rockwaller". Lyra seemed to notice Bonnie for the first time and suddenly the girl appeared self-conscious about her own looks.
"Greetings sister Rockwaller", said Lyra as she jumped over and hugged Bonnie before she could retreat safely. She endured the close contact until Lyra let go and stepped back demurely. "Anyone who Sibyl considers a sister is a sister of mine as well".
"Thank you, I think".
Sibyl had moved past Lyra and now appeared to stare at a door behind the store's front counter. "Lyra is the mistress in attendance or is she at her home?"
Bonnie could see that Lyra appeared a little worried at Sibyl's question. "She is here sister. She has been down there all day acting more unusual than normal. I believe she has anticipated your return".
"Well then there is nothing for it then".
Bonnie could see Sibyl visibly try to collect herself. She had never seen Sibyl frightened before. She followed Sibyl to the door and when sibyl opened it and descended down a stairway into the darkness below Bonnie felt the building pressing in from all sides around her. She started to back up and bumped into Lyra.
"I'm sorry it's just very dark down there", said Bonnie indicating the stairway going down.
"Yes it is", said Lyra with a distinct tone of sympathy in her voice.
"Are we in danger?" asked Bonnie.
"Yes you are". Bonnie froze for a second and considered running but looked back to see Lyra now standing as a warden behind her. "It's too late for that now, she knows you're here".
"I'm not a child who is scared of the dark", said Bonnie her back straightening.
"You will be. You have helped Sibyl and for that I thank you. But if you plan to survive tonight then I suggest a little healthy fear and a respectful tongue. Anything else and I can't answer for what may happen to you. I'm sorry". Lyra pointed down the stairway with an obvious indication that Bonnie no longer had a choice.
Nothing left but to do it thought Bonnie. To survive prison only to die in a basement in New Orléans. It all sounded like a bad romance novel. Bonnie started down the steps into the darkness below with far less fear than she had expected.
Bonnie found Sibyl standing at the bottom of the stairs. The basement was deep with a ceiling roughly ten feet in height. The music from above had now stopped giving the area a creepy kind of silence. Candles burned here and there casting long shadows throughout the entire area. Bonnie could sense Sibyl was trembling and she placed a hand on her friends shoulder and squeezed gently. Sibyl seemed to calm some at the contact and she stepped forward into the room. Lyra stepped off the stairway next to Bonnie.
"Greetings Mistress Laveau. I have returned to beg your forgiveness for my disobedience", said Sibyl as stepped forward with her lowered.
Bonnie saw nothing in the basement until a patch of darkness she had passed over began to move. The darkness was unlike any she had seen before, it was a dark patch of hell that had never been cleaned or seen the light of day. As it neared a small burning candle she began to make out features in the dim light. The figure walked with a bent hunched back and even bent as it was it was as tall as Bonnie herself. Stark white hair, like new fallen snow, could now been seen atop its head pulled back in a neat flowing tail. The figure was female in proportion but the skin was as black as pitch, darker than any Bonnie had ever seen. The woman's finger nails and eyes were also snow-white and she wore a long dark gown that even though black was brighter than the skin it covered. The contrast of extreme darkness with sheer white was a bit disconcerting.
As the woman stepped into the light Bonnie would have guessed her age at seventy or older. But when she finally looked into the women's eyes she saw intelligence, wisdom, and cruelty that was ageless and eternal. Bonnie had to physically restrain herself from urinating on herself as she finally beheld Madam Opal Laveau.
"Why am I unsurprised to find you returned without invitation and smelling of death", came the voice of Opal. The voice contained both honey sweetness and unquestionable power at the same time.
"My apologies mistress. We encountered ruffians who lacked common courtesy or charm and were forced to dispatch them with prejudice".
"Those concerns are not mine", Opal dismissively waved off Sibyl as she moved across the room. "What concerns me is you returning without my leave. Tell me why I should welcome you instead of merely grinding you beneath my heel".
"Forgive me mistress but I return offering you my obedience and bringing you a token of power". Sibyl made a show of bowing and turning to present Bonnie. Opal's head turned only slightly to take in the presence of Bonnie.
"What is this woman to me? Her looks are merely average and she is no longer pure".
Average looks, shouted Bonnie in her head. Who was this ragged old bitch to say such to her? Maybe these cows were afraid of the old crone but this freak had just pushed her too hard. Before Bonnie could explode Sibyl moved to cut off her response.
"She has will, desire, and hate my mistress. Her will has been forged in the crucible of pain and isolation. She has forsaken all aid other than her own and thrived where lesser beings would have failed and died. I implore you to consider her strengths. It was you who taught me the avenues of power and she the makings of great token of power", Sibyl seemed almost to be pleading in her earnest.
Bonnie saw Lyra now look upon with new interest and even a little respect. But that was nothing compared to the direct scrutiny of Opal. The old crone now leveled her full gaze upon Bonnie and it took all of her will to keep her knees from giving out under the glare.
"It is strange to see you beg this way Sibyl. Maybe there is something to this girl after all". Opal reached out with one of her long arms and gestured for Bonnie to come closer. "Come here my dear". Bonnie's legs almost failed her but she managed to not shake as she stepped forward. "Closer, closer please". Before Bonnie could blink Opal's hand shot forward and grabbed Bonnie around the jaw. Her grip was like steel and Bonnie was sure that Opal could have easily crushed her head without a second thought.
"What is your name my dear?"
"BBBBB….onnie Rockwaller mistress". Bonnie could feel herself being examined like she was a prize thoroughbred. It pissed her off. So she met Opal's eyes with her own in open defiance. Bonnie was no fool, this woman scared her but she was determined not to show it.
"Well Ms. Rockwaller my Sibyl says you have will, desire, and hate. Tell me of your hate".
"I hate the person who ruined my life and sent me to prison."
"Is your hate as simple and ordinary as common revenge?" said Opal sounding disappointed.
"There is nothing common or ordinary about my hate or the revenge I desire".
"Tell me would you sacrifice yourself and your soul for your revenge?"
"I would sacrifice myself. I would sacrifice everyone in this room, everyone in this city, everyone in this country, everyone in this world if I needed to do so to get my revenge".
"Impressive. I like her Sibyl. You may be right about her potential". Opal released Bonnie and walked over to a large glass bowl and poured a strange liquid into it. She took a lit candle and dipped it into the liquid and it began to burn, illuminating Opal in scary orange light. She began dropping bits of things that Bonnie didn't recognize into the burning liquid and some of them looked to still be moving.
"Tell me of this person that has inspired such hatred from you".
"Her name is Kim Possible".
"The former teen hero", said Lyra. "I saw her once when I was very young".
"I also know of this person. I have followed her career with humor and interest for many years", said Opal.
"Why would you be interested in Kim?" asked Bonnie.
"Ms. Possible herself was not my primary concern but one of her enemies interested me greatly".
"Which one?"
"Why the only one that ever really mattered Shego".
"That green bitch…" said Bonnie almost spitting. Opal swung around and grabbed Bonnie again around the jaw. Bonnie watched in horror as a single fingernail on Opal's hand seemed to lengthen right before her eyes.
"Have a care Ms. Rockwaller. Shego and I are kindred spirits. She and I share… many things in common. I always thought that if she put her mind to it she could have conquered the world. But for all her faults she still did better than her useless brothers. They never truly proved worthy of the gifts that had been bestowed upon them".
"Why would you be interested in them?" said Bonnie still looking at the elongated nail.
"I thought the "Go" family might be useful to me but they have been nothing but a disappointment. I eagerly awaited them having families of their own but none of the boys have had any and Shego is a lesbian". Mistress Opal released Bonnie and moved back to her burning bowl. "I understand that Shego married your Ms. Possible and they associate with Global Justice. It has been my experience to avoid the scrutiny of such organizations. Your enemies are strong Ms. Rockwaller, their arm is long and it wields great power".
"I know they are strong which is why I came here. Sibyl said that you could help me".
"Why would I do that?"
"Kim and Shego have a family now doesn't that interest you at all?"
"Why did they adopt children?"
"Well they adopted one of them. You really don't know? They used some funky weird technology to circumvent nature and Shego impregnated Kim. Not once but three times".
Opal stopped and turned around. She straightened her back and Bonnie now saw when erect she stood nearly seven feet tall. Bonnie was amazed at the transformation as the years seemed to flow off the old madam right before her eyes. Now Mistress Opal appeared a woman in her early fifties. The woman closed on Bonnie leaning over her like an all-powerful giant. "You're telling me that Shego is the genetic parent of Kim Possible's children?"
"Yes", squeaked Bonnie as she finally lost control of her bladder and urinated on herself.
Opal continued to study Bonnie for several more moments until a wide smile split her face. "I apologize for my early words to you Sibyl. You are correct in that this woman is indeed worthy of our scrutiny. I welcome you back as a fellow sister".
"Thank you Mistress", said Sibyl as she twirled in place before dropping to one knee before Opal.
Opal led Bonnie to a chair and sat her down. She then pulled forth her own larger chair and sat down like an empress holding court. "Now Ms. Rockwaller I want to hear all about your planned revenge on Kim Possible and her family. I am especially interested in anything you can tell me about their offspring these children of the comet".
Author's Notes:
See I told you that Bonnie would be a major character.
Yes, this chapter was completely about the villains but in all fairness everyone will already know the heroes in this story it is the villains that will need the introductions.
Don't worry we return to the Possible clan in the next chapter.