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A few weeks later. . .
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'Oww, my head.' Shego thought groggily. She reached up to rub it. But she couldn't relieve it. She couldn't even feel her hand touch her forehead. 'What the hell?' Shego thought moving her arm. She couldn't feel anything! Had she forgotten how to use her joints? No, that wasn't possible. It probably had to do with the sleeping gas Drakken had used on her. Shego realized she had opened her eyes when the swirling black vortex was now a picture of plain white. She was still in the healing room. The silence was bliss. "Ah." She said eyeing the room.
Shego bounced off the table and crashed to her knees. Surprised, she rubbed her knee cap. She screamed. "I can't feel! I can't feel anything!" She tried slapping herself, punching herself, nothing. She felt nothing, no pain at all. The scariest part was, she couldn't even feel the movement of her joints. Something was wrong. Suddenly she screamed. "What was I doing on the operational table?" Answering this herself, she gazed down at her body. It was covered with a white operation gown. She couldn't even feel the electrifying shock going through her mind at this very moment! "Oh my . . . god." Coming to more realizations, she stripped off the white robe and inspected her body. The initial reaction to what she first saw was a gasp, then a scream, finally an ear-shattering shriek. Right down the middle of her stomach was very neat stitching, clustered dead blood hung out. "What- what did he do to me? DRAKKEN!"
Outraged, she dressed herself again. Once she had her strech-suit on she clawed open the door in her fury. 'I don't care.' She thought. He had INVADED this time. "Drakken!" She cried through clenched teeth.
The mad scientist seemed to jump from his activity. He looked surprised. 'She wasn't supposed to have woken for 2 more days!' Drakken felt his alarm growing. "You look guilty." Shego said approaching him forebodingly, her claws looking sharper than usual. "Shego, dear, dear, Shego!" Drakken tried to calm her down. If she unleashed in her early stages, there was no telling what chaos she might cause! "Why am I covered in scars?" Shego asked. She noticed Drakken was staring directly at her forehead. "I'm sure this can't be glitch in your healing room, you . . . you did something!" Shego glanced at a mirror and screamed. She saw what was on her forehead. A large hole was there. A perfect circle. All black, no blood at all. "Oh!" Shego ran her finger around the edges of the hole. "I- Oh! Oh! God!" She wanted to cry. What had happened to her? She had no idea. But it was bad. "Drakken! What did – oh god!" She couldn't even finish her sentence. She blinked, she was going to start crying now. Was this reversible? 'Oh please . . .' Then another shock. Where were her tears? Where had they gone? She was sure she was crying now. There should be tears.
Shego staggered over to Drakken and grabbed onto his sleeve and fell to her knees. "You can – can you fix this?" "Fix what?" Drakken asked patting her head. "I can't cry! I can't feel! I have a freaking hole in my head!" Shego shrieked clutching onto him. Drakken looked a bit stunned but he let her continue to clutch him. "It's no mistake." He said rubbing her back tenderly. Shego just shrieked again. She felt like a ghost! Was his hand passing through her? Why couldn't she feel it? Wait. Shego pushed Drakken to the ground and her eyes widened. "W-what did you say?"
Drakken sighed and brushed himself off. 'Here we go.' He thought. "It's no mistake Shego." "What do you mean?" "Well, I've improved your human capabilities to a much more efficient amount." "Did-you . . . clone me?" "No!" Drakken shook his head quickly. "Then what have you done?" Shego tapped her foot impatiently. The sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could be repaired. "I, uh, well, I, uh, claw something!" Drakken managed to say that much. Shego did not understand this man's logic but she turned on her glow and aimed at a beam. But something befuddled her once she fired, from her clawed pinky came a small laser, just enough to split the beam in half, Shego's mouth hung wide as it came crashing down; she moved aside just in time.
"What the was THAT?!" Shego shouted bending down to examine the rubble. "Improvement." He said simply. "I can see that --- what did you do?" "I turned you into a cyborg!" Drakken covered his mouth after the statement. He hadn't meant to blurt out the truth like that! He was planning on sliding it out gently! 'Well, now she knows.' Drakken bit his lip. Maybe she would kill him painlessly now.
Shego crushed a piece of rubble in her palm without even realizing it. "You -- WHAT?!" "A cyborg. An android. A machine. A robot. As in . . ." "Your soldier who tends to your every will?" Shego finished for him. "Yes, NO! Absolutely not! You have absolute free will!" Shego furiously fired at him. Drakken ducked and covered from the explosion. The wall behind Drakken diminished. Shego raised her hand to her eyes. 'Did I just do that? I did.' "Oh. It appears I DO have free will." Drakken decided it was time he released his p Shego, "This is all part of my latest plot Shego!!! Now that you are of ultimate fighting skills you will . . ." Drakken fainted before he finished his evil ranting. Without realizing it, Shego's eyes had paralyzed Drakken.
Shego wasn't concerned about her boss. He deserved this, for being so mean to her. She sighed and dragged him into the healing room and turned on the sleeping gas. She needed to be alone for a while. She needed to think independently.
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Later . . .
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Shego wandered into the local SmartyMart. Eyes followed her entrance. This wasn't unusual for Shego. People weren't used to seeing a green- skinned thief browsing a local store. But this time, the whispers pounded in her head. She could hear them for some strange reason. And she didn't like them.
"Mommy, that girl has a hole in her forehead." "Sweetie, stay away, she's probably some kind of weirdo."
True these words were. But they hurt more than anything. And she couldn't even cry about it. She was a weirdo. She knew that for sure. She was out of the ordinary. She had glowing hands. Shego had always been content to be diverse, to be an original, to be only herself. Her own way. But now, it only seemed to cause pain.
"Look at all her scars. She must have been in a fight." "What strange clothing! Who is she?"
'Just ignore them. Just ignore them.' Shego thought to herself taking a pamphlet.
"Mommy can we talk to her?" "No honey, she might be a kidnapper."
Shego smirked. That was true. She did do kidnapping, but still, she wished the world could be civil to her, despite her appearance. The world was not blind, but she wished it was. Shego shook her head and focused her attention to the pamphlet. 'Chicken dinners are 50% off! Incredible! Drakken loves . . . oh . . . wait . . .' Shego skimmed to the next item. 'Scarves, buy two get one free.' Shego smiled. Maybe she could treat herself to some new fashion. After that experience, she needed something to relieve her sorrows. Swiftly she made her way over to the scarves section to select her three scarves.
Shego's clawed gloves searched through the wide selection. She could not feel its silkiness anymore. It was horrific. Gingerly she placed a long shimmering black one into her cart; then a green striped one. Finally she found a white. She sighed. "Maybe I'll get pizza for dinner or something."
Shego found a dinner counter in the SmartyMart and politely asked the man to give her a plain pizza. Dazed she handed the man some coins and was on her merry way. A ball stopped her journey. Out of nowhere, a black basketball flew into her face knocking Shego and her pizza to the ground! Downcast, she got to her feet to see who had knocked her over. Two young boys were guilty.
The boys didn't look over eleven. Shego handed the ball to the boys. They were only kids anyway, "Try to be a little more careful, okay boys?" The boys nodded. Shego lingered a little longer, expecting something more. Weren't they even going to apologize for knocking her over? But then again, they were kids. Shego turned and began to walk away when,
"See, I told you I could hit the ugly lady in the face."
Shego's keen sense of hearing knew that comment came from one of the boys. Swiftly she turned around. "Which one of you said that?" Her eyes were bloodthirsty. She had forgotten they were children. The boys jumped at Shego's ghastly appearance. Both pointed at the other and exclaimed, "He did!"
Shego did know whose body she was controlling now, but it wasn't her own. But she saw her own hands lift the first boy in the air by his neck. "Help! Help!" She heard him howl, she heard the other boy go scampering off.
"Think it's funny now?!" Shego did not know whose voice that was either. Could she even control herself now? Shego saw the boy released to the ground. Her fingers clawed onto his shirt collar. In that time, her robotic self, tied the sallow scarf around the boys neck. In the blink of an eye, the boy was dangling from the top food shelf being held by his neck. He squirmed, trying to get down.
'Stop! Stop! No! Why can't I control my body?' Shego thought her eyes widening as she saw the boy's squirming begin to cease, until his body was limp. 'Oh god, I-I killed him!' Suddenly Shego found her feet carrying her out of the store, clutching the her scarves and pizza.
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A few weeks later. . .
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'Oww, my head.' Shego thought groggily. She reached up to rub it. But she couldn't relieve it. She couldn't even feel her hand touch her forehead. 'What the hell?' Shego thought moving her arm. She couldn't feel anything! Had she forgotten how to use her joints? No, that wasn't possible. It probably had to do with the sleeping gas Drakken had used on her. Shego realized she had opened her eyes when the swirling black vortex was now a picture of plain white. She was still in the healing room. The silence was bliss. "Ah." She said eyeing the room.
Shego bounced off the table and crashed to her knees. Surprised, she rubbed her knee cap. She screamed. "I can't feel! I can't feel anything!" She tried slapping herself, punching herself, nothing. She felt nothing, no pain at all. The scariest part was, she couldn't even feel the movement of her joints. Something was wrong. Suddenly she screamed. "What was I doing on the operational table?" Answering this herself, she gazed down at her body. It was covered with a white operation gown. She couldn't even feel the electrifying shock going through her mind at this very moment! "Oh my . . . god." Coming to more realizations, she stripped off the white robe and inspected her body. The initial reaction to what she first saw was a gasp, then a scream, finally an ear-shattering shriek. Right down the middle of her stomach was very neat stitching, clustered dead blood hung out. "What- what did he do to me? DRAKKEN!"
Outraged, she dressed herself again. Once she had her strech-suit on she clawed open the door in her fury. 'I don't care.' She thought. He had INVADED this time. "Drakken!" She cried through clenched teeth.
The mad scientist seemed to jump from his activity. He looked surprised. 'She wasn't supposed to have woken for 2 more days!' Drakken felt his alarm growing. "You look guilty." Shego said approaching him forebodingly, her claws looking sharper than usual. "Shego, dear, dear, Shego!" Drakken tried to calm her down. If she unleashed in her early stages, there was no telling what chaos she might cause! "Why am I covered in scars?" Shego asked. She noticed Drakken was staring directly at her forehead. "I'm sure this can't be glitch in your healing room, you . . . you did something!" Shego glanced at a mirror and screamed. She saw what was on her forehead. A large hole was there. A perfect circle. All black, no blood at all. "Oh!" Shego ran her finger around the edges of the hole. "I- Oh! Oh! God!" She wanted to cry. What had happened to her? She had no idea. But it was bad. "Drakken! What did – oh god!" She couldn't even finish her sentence. She blinked, she was going to start crying now. Was this reversible? 'Oh please . . .' Then another shock. Where were her tears? Where had they gone? She was sure she was crying now. There should be tears.
Shego staggered over to Drakken and grabbed onto his sleeve and fell to her knees. "You can – can you fix this?" "Fix what?" Drakken asked patting her head. "I can't cry! I can't feel! I have a freaking hole in my head!" Shego shrieked clutching onto him. Drakken looked a bit stunned but he let her continue to clutch him. "It's no mistake." He said rubbing her back tenderly. Shego just shrieked again. She felt like a ghost! Was his hand passing through her? Why couldn't she feel it? Wait. Shego pushed Drakken to the ground and her eyes widened. "W-what did you say?"
Drakken sighed and brushed himself off. 'Here we go.' He thought. "It's no mistake Shego." "What do you mean?" "Well, I've improved your human capabilities to a much more efficient amount." "Did-you . . . clone me?" "No!" Drakken shook his head quickly. "Then what have you done?" Shego tapped her foot impatiently. The sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could be repaired. "I, uh, well, I, uh, claw something!" Drakken managed to say that much. Shego did not understand this man's logic but she turned on her glow and aimed at a beam. But something befuddled her once she fired, from her clawed pinky came a small laser, just enough to split the beam in half, Shego's mouth hung wide as it came crashing down; she moved aside just in time.
"What the was THAT?!" Shego shouted bending down to examine the rubble. "Improvement." He said simply. "I can see that --- what did you do?" "I turned you into a cyborg!" Drakken covered his mouth after the statement. He hadn't meant to blurt out the truth like that! He was planning on sliding it out gently! 'Well, now she knows.' Drakken bit his lip. Maybe she would kill him painlessly now.
Shego crushed a piece of rubble in her palm without even realizing it. "You -- WHAT?!" "A cyborg. An android. A machine. A robot. As in . . ." "Your soldier who tends to your every will?" Shego finished for him. "Yes, NO! Absolutely not! You have absolute free will!" Shego furiously fired at him. Drakken ducked and covered from the explosion. The wall behind Drakken diminished. Shego raised her hand to her eyes. 'Did I just do that? I did.' "Oh. It appears I DO have free will." Drakken decided it was time he released his p Shego, "This is all part of my latest plot Shego!!! Now that you are of ultimate fighting skills you will . . ." Drakken fainted before he finished his evil ranting. Without realizing it, Shego's eyes had paralyzed Drakken.
Shego wasn't concerned about her boss. He deserved this, for being so mean to her. She sighed and dragged him into the healing room and turned on the sleeping gas. She needed to be alone for a while. She needed to think independently.
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Later . . .
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Shego wandered into the local SmartyMart. Eyes followed her entrance. This wasn't unusual for Shego. People weren't used to seeing a green- skinned thief browsing a local store. But this time, the whispers pounded in her head. She could hear them for some strange reason. And she didn't like them.
"Mommy, that girl has a hole in her forehead." "Sweetie, stay away, she's probably some kind of weirdo."
True these words were. But they hurt more than anything. And she couldn't even cry about it. She was a weirdo. She knew that for sure. She was out of the ordinary. She had glowing hands. Shego had always been content to be diverse, to be an original, to be only herself. Her own way. But now, it only seemed to cause pain.
"Look at all her scars. She must have been in a fight." "What strange clothing! Who is she?"
'Just ignore them. Just ignore them.' Shego thought to herself taking a pamphlet.
"Mommy can we talk to her?" "No honey, she might be a kidnapper."
Shego smirked. That was true. She did do kidnapping, but still, she wished the world could be civil to her, despite her appearance. The world was not blind, but she wished it was. Shego shook her head and focused her attention to the pamphlet. 'Chicken dinners are 50% off! Incredible! Drakken loves . . . oh . . . wait . . .' Shego skimmed to the next item. 'Scarves, buy two get one free.' Shego smiled. Maybe she could treat herself to some new fashion. After that experience, she needed something to relieve her sorrows. Swiftly she made her way over to the scarves section to select her three scarves.
Shego's clawed gloves searched through the wide selection. She could not feel its silkiness anymore. It was horrific. Gingerly she placed a long shimmering black one into her cart; then a green striped one. Finally she found a white. She sighed. "Maybe I'll get pizza for dinner or something."
Shego found a dinner counter in the SmartyMart and politely asked the man to give her a plain pizza. Dazed she handed the man some coins and was on her merry way. A ball stopped her journey. Out of nowhere, a black basketball flew into her face knocking Shego and her pizza to the ground! Downcast, she got to her feet to see who had knocked her over. Two young boys were guilty.
The boys didn't look over eleven. Shego handed the ball to the boys. They were only kids anyway, "Try to be a little more careful, okay boys?" The boys nodded. Shego lingered a little longer, expecting something more. Weren't they even going to apologize for knocking her over? But then again, they were kids. Shego turned and began to walk away when,
"See, I told you I could hit the ugly lady in the face."
Shego's keen sense of hearing knew that comment came from one of the boys. Swiftly she turned around. "Which one of you said that?" Her eyes were bloodthirsty. She had forgotten they were children. The boys jumped at Shego's ghastly appearance. Both pointed at the other and exclaimed, "He did!"
Shego did know whose body she was controlling now, but it wasn't her own. But she saw her own hands lift the first boy in the air by his neck. "Help! Help!" She heard him howl, she heard the other boy go scampering off.
"Think it's funny now?!" Shego did not know whose voice that was either. Could she even control herself now? Shego saw the boy released to the ground. Her fingers clawed onto his shirt collar. In that time, her robotic self, tied the sallow scarf around the boys neck. In the blink of an eye, the boy was dangling from the top food shelf being held by his neck. He squirmed, trying to get down.
'Stop! Stop! No! Why can't I control my body?' Shego thought her eyes widening as she saw the boy's squirming begin to cease, until his body was limp. 'Oh god, I-I killed him!' Suddenly Shego found her feet carrying her out of the store, clutching the her scarves and pizza.
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