"Hey Messy-Mercy!" Kim exclaimed, smiling gently. The girl who came walking towards her looked exhausted from lack of sleep, even behind the dark sunglasses.

She wore black jeans with chains hanging from multiple pockets, tied with a belt since it was too big, and a dark violet shirt that had glitter on it with a black hat. The hat covered her silky blond hair with purple highlights.

Although she had taken a long hot bath last night, she was still tense and nervous…not from Monkey Fist or the mob, but from school. She had two tests…in algebra and history…she hadn't studied whatsoever! The only book she had touched was the one with the ancient appearance and weird writing!

Tiredly she waved and yawned. Her backpack felt unusually light…but she ignored it as they walked. Ron met up with them at school and stopped in mid-step. "Wow, you look like hell Mercy." He said in a very uncharacteristically way.

"Gee, thank you! That's what a girl really wants to hear!" She snarled and slapped his arm lightly as she walked to her locker. She tried to remember her combination as the others talked about their findings of the jewels. It was…22…12…2? No, no, no…22, 14, 2? No…22, 14, 3!

"We have two, we just need…" Kim started.

Mercy remembered the emerald banana as she yanked the sticky door open, making it slam against her forehead and leave a bruise. "Are you okay?!" Her friend exclaimed worriedly. Unable to accept help, she stood and nodded.

"Uh…yeah. You see…about the green jewel…Monkey Fist came over to my house and stole it…while I slept. I'm sorry…I…" The bell rang. "Damn it I'm late!" It was bittersweet that the bell chose to ring at that moment. She didn't have to explain herself about losing an important treasure…but then again, she was tardy.

"Ms. Mercy Manor why are you late?" Mr. Barkin shouted as she walked in. Her hair was a mess, she could tell without seeing it. The bruise on her forehead, she guessed, made everyone do a double take. Her sunglasses shined in the light as she looked down.

"I'm sorry sir, I…woke up late." He nodded, letting her slide by for now. Her seat was next to the window, giving her a chance to stare out into the dark sky. It seemed like it was going to either rain or snow.

She thought about Monkey Fist. Why had he saved her like that? He could have easily shoved them both into a bush or something…but he kissed her. He stood in front of her and kissed her, to make the mob think it was just a couple. And the way his eyes shimmered after the hot kiss…wow. Did she love him?

"Ms. Manor, where is your homework?" Barkin questioned the half awake girl.

"I'm sorry, what?" She blinked under her glasses, her gloved hands reaching for her backpack.

"Homework, Ms. Manor." He repeated.

She unzipped her backpack and realized why it had been so light; her homework wasn't there. Instead, a cute little white faced monkey baby jumped out. It waved at the class with its tail, earning "aww"s from more of the people. "What is that?! No animals are allowed in school!"

"Halima, sweetie, why did you stow away in my backpack?!" She exclaimed, tapping the monkey on its head. It shrugged and jumped back in, snuggly happily. "Sir, I am so sorry, I had no idea she snuck in and…left my homework at home."

Barkin frowned, "Detention!"

A few hours later, she sat at lunch and growled silently. Giving her banana to Halima who sat next to her, Mercy let out a groan. She left her homework at home, got a bruise on her forehead, snuck in an animal without realizing it, and failed both tests…and got detention for later too. Just great!

As she picked at her food, having forgotten her lunch at home as well, she found herself wondering about the third jewel. If it was in the mountains, than it would be common sense for it to be in the Rocky Mountains. Then again, maybe it was supposed to be isolated, not a common area where people go.

"Hey Mer- wow you look sad. You okay?" Ron questioned while sitting across from her. She looked up and nodded quickly, placing on a fake smile. There was no way in hell that she'd complain.

"Yeah…where's Kim?" She looked around the crowded lunchroom. There was more preps and jocks than…goths like her.

"She said something about making up a science test. I think I'm going to tell her after school…" He said thoughtfully, eating whatever was on his tray. She nodded and looked outside once more. The sky grew darker than earlier. Mercy saw the black car pass by in a distance and, fear pulsing through her veins, stood up and turned without looking.

She slammed into Bonnie, sending food all over herself. Now there was mystery meat clinging to her hair and stuck on her clothes… "Watch where you're going, freak!" The snob snarled, walking off as she laughed. Mercy felt her face heat up as she ran off, away from the laughing room. How humiliated she was!

Mercy spent three classes washing the junk out of her hair and off her clothes, but she smelt horrible! Why did she have to freak when that car came? Why did she have such bad luck?! Who hexed her?!

There was only one class she had left; PE. Walking to the gym, she glanced around to see everyone snickering. "Today we'll be playing…" The gym teacher smiled cruelly, "Dodgeball."

"Shit." Mercy whispered.

Kim sat in the library, finishing her test. She was so confused! It wasn't the test that confused her, although she wished it was…it was her dreams, her feelings. In her dream last night, she dreamt of Shego kissing her. She felt her kiss her…felt her lips on her own…and felt her hand as well. Who knew such hands that could destroy anything with a simple touch was…smooth and gentle?

But she couldn't be homosexual! She couldn't be gay! Kim Possible was the teenage cheerleading hero raised by Catholic parents! There was no way she could be falling for a villain…who was an older woman. Sure she was probably in her late twenties…maybe early depending on the curves that are covered with that jumpsuit.

No, she wasn't suppose to think that way! Shaking her head, she scribbled furiously on the paper and left. Cheerleading practice was next…finally, an outlet to get rid of her stress!

After two cheers, they took a break…Bonnie had broken a nail. "Hey KP, got a moment?" Ron shyly questioned, grinning weakly. She smiled and nodded, walking over to a secluded area.

"What's wrong Ron? You look nervous." Even a blind man could see it.

"Well…Kim, I wanna tell you that I…that I l…" Suddenly there was multiple screams from the falling pyramid of cheerleaders, making them both force their gaze over to them.

"Sorry Ron, tell me after, okay?" She ran off without waiting for a reply. He sighed and sat there in the bleaches, watching. The way she moved…the way her hips twisted, the way the skirt flew up…wow she was hot.

He found himself drooling and quickly wiped it on his shirt. This was going to be a long hour.

After school, covered in multiple sore spots and bruises from dodge ball and the locker, Mercy stumbled into detention. Barkin ran it, of course no surprise. She sat in the back and stared outside. Thunder and lightning was heard and seen…yet no one seemed to notice or care.

An hour passed and she found herself covered in spitballs. Damn teacher didn't see the idiots in the front doing it. She wiped them off her face and sunglasses. Her head smelt viciously like mystery meat once more. Ugh…

As soon as she stepped outside the school doors…it rained. It didn't drizzle, no…that would be good for her. No, instead just to torture her, it came down like a shower. Wrapping her arms around herself, she walked against the harsh wind towards her home. Why wasn't Kim or Ron there? Where were they? They had said themselves that she'd be given a ride! Several cars, as if taunting her, splashed mud on her.

Mercy stormed into her house, throwing her soggy backpack on the ground and slammed the door shut just as lightning illuminated the shadows. Halima jumped out and hid in the shadows, sensing her master's rage. Walking to the kitchen, she threw her gloves on the counter and punched the marble until she felt her skin crack open and warm blood seep down her burnt hands.

She shook so much that she failed to register the pain; she kept punching it over and over and over again…wishing she could destroy her pain just like she destroyed the marble counter. Chips of it fell to the ground, the sound of thunder crashing loudly as she threw her head back and let out a violent scream. A scream for help, for guidance, for love.

Halima sat on the stairs, watching her master. She knew she had caused enough damage by sneaking with her to school, so she didn't dare do anything. Although the feeling of a fellow monkey presence was in the house, she ignored it.

Mercy shouted and screamed nonsense, her pink and white hands covered in blood. Her wet hair clung to her face and neck as she tore away her clothes, enjoying what little resistance the fabric showed. "Why?! Why can't I be normal!? Why can't I have parents?!" She stopped and stared at the wall as if realizing something. "I hate you mom and dad! You should be here! You should be here to comfort me through my bad day, to warm me up from the storm by giving my hot chocolate and hugs! You should be here helping me with my homework! You should…Why did you both get killed?! Why?! It's not fair!"

Covering her face with her hands, feeling the scars under her eyes…the reminders of the murderers who destroyed her family…she sobbed. Her cries of pain and mourning echoed loudly through out the house, frightening every creature in it. She knew for a fact that her voice would be nearly snuffled after this, hoarse as people said…she didn't care. She missed her parents dearly.

They should have been there to hug her, to say soothing words that would get rid of the bad luck she had today. They should have been there with a fire in the fireplace and warm chocolate for her to drink. They should have been there to help her with her homework.

Her mom should have been there to break the unlucky curse upon her. Her mom should have been there to help chose her outfits, to take her to the mall, to pig out on ice cream…She should have been there to help with boy problems.

Her dad should have been there to scare the monsters out of her closet. Her dad should have been there to help her with sports. Her dad should have been there to drive her to school, to watch football with her, to play video games with her…

"They should be here to love me!" Mercy shouted, her voice breaking up. More tears spilled on the floor as she hugged herself, sobbing until she felt sick. Lightning flashed around the unlit house, showing a figure at the doorway. "I miss you mom! I miss you dad! Why did you get yourselves killed?! I weep so rarely, I weep for you two! I mourn over you both even though a year has passed! Why didn't you fight?!" She screamed, her voice dying into a whisper from the over usage.

It felt like forever until she stood up, crying quietly but regaining her senses. The pain from her knuckles, the headache she felt, and the sore throat that plagued her felt real now. Turning on the sink, she splashed some water on her tear soaked face, not caring if it fell on her muddy mystery meat covered clothes.

The window before her was smacked with rain…lightning strikes near by, showing her the black car just yards away. A gunshot was heard…she fell to the ground…and succumbed to the darkness.

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