Don't own anything, from songs to chars. I wish I did, though if I had, it probably wouldn't be near as popular, and likely, parents would NOT approve.
Also, This takes place a few weeks after the events of So The Drama.
"SHEGO!"
Shego growled in irritation as her boss' loud, irritating voice sounded from the intercom. Really, did he have to be so damn LOUD?
Taking her time to get up and get dressed, she was treated to several more yells of varying lengths of her name.
"Remind me why I put up with this shit..." She snarled under her breath.
"SHEGO! Where are you?!" The blue menace continued to shout.
"What do you WANT, Dr. D? You know you don't have to YELL into the damn mike for the intercom to work; really, your inside voice would work just fine. It's annoying enough as it is. No need to increase the volume. I swear, if you get us discovered AGAIN for noise violations, I WILL be forced to hurt you." Really, I love a tussle with Princess at any given time, but it's really annoying to wake up to the sound of your blue ass.
"Remember what I told you Shego, Words Hurt. But now that you're here, we can begin. I've come up with a foolproof plan to take over the-"
Shego sighed as Drakken began to monologue about his "brilliant plan". Really, if you've heard one, you've heard them all. Idly, she took out a nail file and began to work on her nails to show just how riveting his speech was.
"-And that means I need something to counterbalance the Ion collision. How would I do that? That's simple, really, Shego, I just need-"
Yada, yada, yada...was he STILL going on about it?
"-But then, how would the chicken help? Well, as I sure you already know-"
Her fingers twitched as she ground her teeth. This is just asinine...
"-And with that in place, not even Kim Possible would be able to stop me! All I need you to do, Shego, other than occupy Kim Possible, Is-"
"LOOK, Dr. D, I'm SURE your plan is BRILLIANT, and by tomorrow we'll have the world under our boot like we always do every time you have a brilliant plan, but can we get into the good stuff? Like, you know, what EXACTLY you need me to do, and maybe SOME TIME TODAY?"
Shego was getting sick of this, she really was. She already know how this would end, and since the Lil Diablo incident, she was a LITTLE short on that thing called patience. Something that was required in SPADES to even stay in the same ROOM with the blue loon.
"Patience, Shego, I was getting to that-"
Hands were engulfed in green energy with a soft "foomp".
"I need you to break into a top secret Global Justice base and steal the schematics for their eight dimension Time vortex collision inducer!" A certain blue waste of space whimpered.
"See, Dr. D, wasn't that easy? No monologue, no third degree burns, and no need to break all of your fingers." She could couldn't help the mocking tone lacing her words. "Now that's over, I have a couple questions...
Number one being ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKING MIND?! Global Justice? You do know that they're basically setting Kim Possible up to be their top agent, right? There's no way that she wouldn't come running if they find out. It's really just a matter of time."
Drakken whimpered slightly, pressing himself against the desk at his back. "Bu-But Shego...now is the perfect time...Kim Possible is out stopping Professor Dementor in South Africa, and the Global Justice's best agents are busy trying to capture all of those mutations Amy set loose in Mexico..."
"Okay, Dr. D, one of these days, we're going to have to talk about sharing critical information before trying to send me off to steal something." Shego turned to leave, her daily patience limit reached. Just before she reached the door, she heard Drakken mumble something. "What was that, Dr. D?"
"I-I said I was getting to that..."
Green plasma scorched the place where his head had been, sending sparks and loose wires down on the blue man. "Ow, ow, Shego, help, that hurts!" A huff was the only reply as he looked up to see the lair empty. "SHEGO!"
"I know I said he was crazy, but really, this is so easy I'm worrying about it being a trap..." Shego was tense as she made her way through the massive complex. Above ground, it was an old abandoned warehouse. "And really, a warehouse? Couldn't they try for a LITTLE originality?"
Grey walls, the occasional patrol bot, a laser grid, and several armed guards...hardly a challenge. Once she had gotten into the control room, it had been painfully easy due to a handy flash drive in her pouch. It had been a rather good choice, all things considered.
"Who needs nerdlinger when you have a standard issue encryption cracker? Dr. D can say what he wants about Hench Co., but they made some damn useful things." Blast doors at the end of the hall greeted her, a slow smile spreading over her lips. "Spankin. Dammit, Pumpkin, now I'm saying it."
The door whirred, and she hastily jumped to the ceiling, melting handholds and footholds as she crept forward.
"That Betruger is one sick son of a bitch...You'd think he gets off on that sort of thing." Two men in lab coats were conversing with each other in hushed voices as they left the room beyond. "I'm glad he's on vacation..."
"Shhh! Who knows where he has surveillance! You KNOW what he did to the last guy who dared question him!"
"How's a guy like HIM end up in Global Justice anyway? He should be tried for crimes against humanity!"
Interesting conversation boys, but I have a job to do. Really, though, this shocks you? GJ has ALWAYS had people of questionable morals in it. Silently, she dropped down behind them, leaping in past the closing door with a quiet roll.
The door hissed as it closed, leaving her in, surprise surprise, another gray hallway. She made her way to the first door, and peeked inside. Locker room.
Next was restrooms, then some sort of janitors closet, and the next another locker room.
However, the fifth door was nothing so mundane.
"What...the fuck..." She breathed, opening the door and taking a few steps into the room. Ice coiled in her belly as the world seemed to drop out from under her feet. Her head swiveled back and forth, her brain refusing to believe her eyes. "K-Kimmie..."
Countless tubes of transparent green glass containing the one nemesis she couldn't seem to beat. Unbidden, plasma flickered in her hands.
"N-No...No, that's not possible..."
Coughing caught her off guard as she looked on, horrified. Whirling around, she moved purposefully toward the sound. The cough turned into a pained, wet gurgle, as if someone was spitting out water.
She turned the corner to see a sight that stopped her cold.
In a room sealed off by glass, a very naked Kim Possible was chained to the wall.
"I will ask you AGAIN. What. IS. YOUR. NAME?" A mechanical voice demanded as Shego moved closer. She could see Kim's chest heaving as blood dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.
"Y-You already know, asshole...and if you don't, I'm not gonna fucking tell you." Shego was taken aback by Kim's tone and choice of words.
"My patience is thinning, girl. Think carefully next time." Metal arms came down from the ceiling, clamping against the captive girl's hands.
"Holes? Why are there..." Shego began to say, but her answer came in the form of action. The remaining two arms had long metal spike on the ends, and with a gasp of horror, She watched as the nails impaled Kim's hands. The scream was muted by the glass, but Shego was sure she was going to have nightmares for weeks to come about this. Come to think of it, why wasn't she DOING something? That was KIM in there!
Wasn't it? But...all the clones...
"As if...I'd tell you...You're gonna have to...kill me before I give them up..."
"Experiment three hundred and seventy four, fail. Disposing of evidence. Sterilization commencing in five...four...three...two...one..." Flames filled the room beyond the glass as the Kim clone SCREAMED, and Shego fell backwards as a heat resistant shield slid into place.
"Kim!" Shego leaped to to her feet, tears coming from her eyes as she listened to the clone scream helplessly as she was burned alive. "Oh god, KIM!" Her hands lit with plasma as she pounded on the glass, melting it as she slammed flaming fists against it.
The shield slid up, and revealing a pile of ash where the clone was once restrained. "Why...What are you twisted FUCKERS doing here!?" White hot rage enveloped her as she snarled in rage.
"Beginning waking process. Batch Seventy seven will commence testing in one hour." The automated voice from the computer in the room fanned the flames of Shego's anger as she turned, stalking toward the console.
"The FUCK it is! This is low, even for YOU, you demented, sick, twisted SHITS!" She could barely keep herself from just smashing the computer. The USB stick slammed home, the control panel flashing as the password was requested.
"Unauthorized access detected. Security protocol- Protocols Overridden. Welcome. Doctor Betruger. Security firewalls lowered. Sealing blast Doors."
Shego blinked. That wasn't normal.
"Well, this is interesting...how did THIS escape my notice?" A female voice issued from the speakers as Shego backed away from the console. Something was wrong. A sense of unease filled her gut, rage abating.
"What the fu-" Was all she got out before the voice spoke again.
"Oh...OH...oh, that is Just...Oh, fuck you humanity. Fuck you global fuckers. And you're setting up to do that shit AGAIN?!" The voice distorted, turning into an unknown male voice as it was broadcast from the computer.
"All operations suspended. Pending operations canceled. Notifying home b-Overidden. Beginning Self Destruct sequenc-Overrridden. Security protocol twelve in pro-Overrridden. Shutdown commencing due to unauther-Overridden." The same automated voice seemed to distort and mutate as it cycled through different commands, leaving Shego flabbergasted.
"Oh, just shut up already. You people call that an AI? I could hack that shit with Windows 98. Now, Who do we have here...? Aha! Shego, known accomplice of one Drew Lipskey, also known as Doctor Drakken. I have to thank you, Shego, otherwise I'd have never found this network. So many terminals on a separate system. Hard to hack a system with out outside ports. Net can't connect to what isn't there. I knew infiltrating Hench Co was a brilliant idea. Glad I didn't just run it to the ground like I was going to do... In any case, you've served your purpose, so don't think I don't appreciate it. I do advise you do trigger the self destruct before you leave, though; this place sickens me. I'll wire you a small monetary reward for letting me in, and I owe you a favor. Ciao, and may everyone in this building aside from you burn just like the hundreds of Kim Possible and Shego clones have. Twisted bastards."
The voice went silent, leaving Shego to wonder what had just happened. The screen went blank, and then certain files began popping up on the screen, with annotations of "Read this" glaring out at her.
With nerveless fingers, she clicked the first file, too stunned to make sense of anything.
Data Entry 12.
Kim Possible. Teen Hero. Savior of the world.
How does one define such a legend?
Impossible, that's how. Genetics can't account for this.
That girl, if she can be called that, is not human. She cannot be. Facility 731 can attest to that. She doesn't know of her potential, but there is something hidden in her DNA that we haven't yet discovered. Clone 831 took 13 bullets to bring down. For all intents and purposes, she should have died. She did not. She survived what should have been a fatal wound and got back up. Her wounds healed before our very eyes. What was it about that one clone?
Data Entry 47
We've successfully cloned Kim Possible with healing traits. Blood tests show no mutations from the blood of the original.
Not until we inflict a killing blow.
The cells in her body react to a unknown brainwave sent upon her death. How is this possible?
Is this unique to clones, or is this ability in her DNA? The key to a super soldier formula is in her DNA, I just know it.
Data Entry 85
This is vexing! We managed to create a mostly immortal clone, but she refuses to obey! Brainwashing has failed, conditioning with pain has also failed. She escaped her room and wreaked havoc until we managed to put her down.
15 times. 15 times we shot her. And that's only the head shots. This would be incredible if not for her stubborn refusal to do anything that goes against her precious morals. We don't need a thinking vigilante, we need a soldier who obeys! We finally had to incinerate her entire body to put her down.
Stupid bitch knew she couldn't be killed by bullets.
Data entry 97
Fucking Kim Possible.
Another one escaped. And this one regenerates. Slowly, but it happens. She hid in the vents for three days before we flushed her out.
We were trying to see how long this "immortality" works. She was clinically dead 3 times before poison stopped effecting her all together. Blood loss doesn't kill her at all; she heals too fast.
We cut off her fingers, and within 2 days, they grew back.
What the fuck is this girl?
Data Entry 103
Beheading works. Remove the head and she can't come back.
We now know she can regenerate limbs. What's more, the more we do, the faster she heals.
This is insane. There is no POSSIBLE way this girl is human. Her body stores fat for a long time, but once she runs out, something else sustains her.
She went a 11 days without food before whatever was keeping her alive gave out.
She can last 5 days without water.
If only we had the real thing...
After all, clones aren't as strong as the real thing.
Note to self: make arrangements to obtain the real one.
Data Entry 127
I'm starting to become most irritated with this.
Kim Possible is the perfect Super Soldier, but we can't seem to isolate what makes her amazing abilities work
That wouldn't be a problem if we could control her clones.
We introduced cells from subject 87 into her, intent to see how she would react to foreign blood with special properties.
The bitch developed super strength.
Further experiments have shown the same events. Her DNA is incredible. There MUST be something we're missing.
Data Entry 128
Kim Possible is Barren.
We've tried dozens of donors, and every one failed.
It's nothing wrong with her body, other than she simply rejects it.
I refuse to believe its simply willpower.
Data Entry 147
FUCKING KIM POSSIBLE!
Three years, and still no closer to figuring out what makes her special!
Her genetic structure just WORKS with nearly everything we do!
What's more, the infusion doesn't have to be blood, or even injected!
If she even SWALLOWS it, it is assimilated! It's the perfect fucking formula!
What IS Kim Possible?!
Data Entry 158
We must have her.
The future of this project depends on it.
Dr. Director would never approve. However, the council will. This resource is just too valuable to leave untapped.
Director would say to make her an agent.
That's not enough. The Clones may be unable to birth what we need, but surely the real one can be...persuaded.
The Go Team project may have failed, but Possible is is more valuable than those freaks ever were.
The moment she is an agent, we'll have to...have an accident. Once she's an agent, her life is no longer hers, and Director can't protect her forever. The council WILL agree with me on the value of this one.
They have to.
Shego fell to her knees, feeling weak with horror.
"You...you monsters...h-how could you...She trusted you..." Shego had never trusted GJ, mostly due to being a criminal, but this...this was wrong and evil in ways she couldn't even comprehend.
The fact that Kim TRUSTED them made it so much worse.
Suddenly, she was felt sick as she staggered away and retched. Dry heaves wracked her body as tears filled her eyes yet again.
"Oh god...Princess...oh god...This is...oh, Kim, you deserve so much better than this..." Sobs slowly took over her body as she leaned against the nearest object, her hands shaking.
She slowly stumbled over to the computer, wishing she had a copy of everything as evidence. Her eyes darted over to the room that she had seem her Kimmie...no, a clone. A clone wearing Kim's face...
Tears refused to stop as she looked away, willing the horrible memory away.
"How many..? How many clones of my Kimmie have you murdered you heartless, twisted BASTARDS! You...YOU FUCKERS! I'm going to kill you, every single one of you fuckers are going to die! I'm going to burn every single one of you alive..."
A snarl was all she could manage as angry droplets of water rolled down her face.
Fuck Drakken and his 8 dimensional whatchathingy. Shego had better things to do with her time.
"Everyone in this building...is guilty by association with this...this...filth. But I'll give you a chance, you little shits. For Kimmie." Her fingers ran over the keyboard with more force than she needed, perhaps, but she set the self destruct for seven minutes.
A plasma coated fist destroyed the console as soon as she was finished. She strode purposefully past the inanimate clones, stopping at the door to look back.
Even in the grips of her rage, she felt sad for all the lives taken in this very room. "I'm sorry, Kimmie. All those lives...I'll save you. I was too late to save these, but I'll be damned if I don't try to save the others."
She turned, walking out with one last tear. "I'll save you, Kimmie. I promise. As for Global Justice... You better fucking run, because the fire storm is coming, and I am going to END you. Let Fate decide who lives and who dies."
Shego's exit was a little more exciting due to running and general panic. She, however, didn't see any of it.
Or rather, she simply didn't care. She calmly made her way out of the building, found her hovercraft, and with on last glare back at the offending structure, she made her way back to her soon to be ex boss' lair.
She didn't even look back as a loud explosion sent shock waves though the air.
"Shego! You're finally back! I can't believe you just left me like that, Shego. However, since you went and got my schematic, I'm willing to forgive you this time if you-Shego? SHEGO! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Drakken greeted her at the door, and she was certain he was trying to communicate something, but she couldn't seem to care.
It was as if a haze had settled over her mind.
Or was it the opposite? Rather than being unable to think, suddenly her world was sharpened and her thoughts consumed with a frightening clarity.
Kim Possible was in danger.
And Shego was going to save her, whether Drakken wanted her to or not.
"I'm sorry, Dr. D, but I don't speak blue fucking monkey." The reply was not in any way civil, and Drakken shrank under the intense venom in the biting tone.
"Sh-Shego? I-is something wrong? Did you get my-" He started, but was cut off by a glowing green fist inches from his face. He realized belatedly that his feet also seemed to have lost the floor.
"Listen up, Dr. D, because I'm only going to ask twice. If you're smarter than I think you are, you'll listen the first time. I want the location of every Global Justice base you can find. My reasons are my own, and if you're SMART, you won't ask."
"Wh-What happened Shego? I mean, I do consider us a sort of Evil-"
"DRAKKEN! I'm not in the mood! Now, if you don't help me, Kimmie will DIE!"
He blinked, unsure of what he had just heard. "Um...Shego, hasn't that been our goal from-"
"Dr. D, So help me, I will fry you. I just watched a Kim Possible Clone be tortured and killed right in front of me. They're trying to build an army, Dr. D. An ARMY of KIM FUCKING POSSIBLE. And they don't want a NICE Kimmie, Drakken. They want a super soldier who is merciless, and not opposed to killing. So if you don't help me with this, Kim Possible will come for you. And it won't just be one. It'll be many. And you WILL die, because what they want isn't what you're used to."
"Wh-what are you talking about, Shego...?" Drakken was scared. Shego had gone into a rage before, but right now, she seemed almost murderously angry.
"Are you FUCKING DENSE, Drakken? I just spelled it out in terms a fucking toddler could understand. KIM POSSIBLE. EVIL. AND SHE WILL KILL YOU."
"What do-"
"WHAT COUNTRY ARE YOU FROM, DRAKKEN?!"
"Wh-what?"
"WHAT ISN'T ANY COUNTRY I'VE BEEN TO, YOU BRAIN DEAD APE! They speak ENGLISH in What?"
"Wh-what? She-Shego-"
"ENGLISH, YOU GOLDFISH DICKED BUFFOON; DO YOU SPEAK IT?!"
"She-Shego...wh-"
"Say "what" again, Drakken. I DARE you, I DOUBLE DARE you, you STUPID, CODFISH brained IDIOT! Say "what" ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!"
Drakken only whimpered as the green glow singed his nose. "I-I'll help..."
"Glad we understand each other. Oh, and consider this my two weeks notice. You still want my protection, you work for me now, Dr. D. I don't have the time of patience to deal with your buffoonery. I have to protect my Princess."
This was...an interesting write. Not sure where that last scene came from, but it kinda popped out of nowhere.
R&R, though, cause I feed off the attention.