Have you ever been in Hell? Not hell, like "I've lost my keys and it's raining." No, Hell, capital H, as in, I'm damned.

I was. That doubled damned mind control chip of Drakken's it turned out that the GJ folks were working on it, and they'd developed an internal, implanted version. I was in jail, smelled a funny odor passed out.

And woke up in Hell.

See, the chip doesn't do anything to your mind—you can hate someone, and still hate them, even as you smile and nod at them. It wsan't so bad with Drakken because I figured I'd get out from under it… I mean, how hard could it be to get a chip off?

But now, it was inside me. I was a prisoner in my own body, giggling and confessing to my crimes while I was screaming inside. And it got worse. They put me in a little apartment, with a little job…and left me alone. In that hell.

Every 22 hours, I had two hours where I was myself—at least in part. I could talk, I could move around…but if I tried to leave my apartment, the chip would shock me into unconsciousness.

The first week, I tried to get out, and threatened and ranted. No good. GJ ignored my threats, and the chip took care of me trying to get out. The second week, I asked to go back to jail. No dice. They just told me that eventually I'd reconcile myself to my fate and even thank them. I guess eventually the damned souls thank Lucifer, too.

I guess it was a month… I just remember crying everytime the chip let me. Two hours, begging them to let me go…I'd do anything they wanted… I… this is pretty hard to remember, I'm sorry. I begged them to kill me. They didn't.

And I don't think that two hour pause was needed… I think someone I'd pissed off realized just what a dandy torture it was. I couldn't stop looking at the clock, seeing another minute, another second of my "freedom" gone away. I couldn't even commit suicide, because the chip wouldn't let me. No matter what I did, at the end of the hour, I'd get the stupid smile on my face, and walk out and start cleaning up the room. I couldn't hide from it, not even in the closet or under the bed. I tried.

A month later, the door opened, and Ron walked in, coincidentally the same time I was…"free". It turned out he'd gotten out of the hospital and looked me up, wondering what had happened. If he'd been a civilian, the chip would have kicked back on for the duration of his stay…but since he and Kim were listed as GJ operatives, it didn't…and I could ask him.

I hugged him and than grabbed the steak knife and asked him to do me. I warned him, since he looked kinda shocked, that I don't know if the chip will make me attack him. He blinks.

"Chip? What chip?" I told him the whole story, and by the end, I'm hysterical, looking at the clock ticking down, begging him to just kill me, because I can't stand another day like this. He doesn't say anything, but his face turns pale and furious…and then the time ends, and I smile and ask him if he wants any pie, while I'm busily screaming inside. He frowns at me, and I remember what he said.

"I'm sorry…I was talking to Shego. I'll be back to get her back." I don't see him for a few days and figure that well, he decided to boogie. Then, there's Ron, Kim and her mom…with a big gun pointed out me. She pulls the trigger and I pass out.

Later on, I wake up with Ron brushing my hair back. The back of my neck is bandaged and I realize that the chip was there…and I realize that I'm me… I'm me!I'm strapped in the bed, but Ron tells me the implant is out. And I'm free to go. I ask about GJ, and Ron gets a very nasty look on his face and mentions that given the choice between letting me go and having a round dozen human rights violations regarding me come up…they decided on option one…although right now he's not in good odor with them.

And then I realize why Kim isn't there. She was with him at the beginning…but right now, Ron has a security band on—the kind you give to people who aren't members and don't have any clearance. I ask him if he got fired, and he grins and mentions it was a "resigned by request" thing, but since they didn't pay him, what's the big deal. He'll still be with Kim on their private missions. Then suddenly he gets a real serious look, and says something I'd never figured him to think about. He tells me I may be bad…but that doesn't give anyone a right to make me a lab animal, and he'd be damned before he'd stand aside.

When I got my parole papers, Ron was with me, and we were both escorted out, and both informed we were not to return. He grinned at that. All my money was gone—the chip had made it very easy to find out all my little bolt holes and safe deposits, and I couldn't get a job in the old way. I had a bad feeling that if I did, I'd end up with a chip again, Ron or no Ron…and it scared me. God, it scared me worse than any thought of death ever did.

On the other hand, even for someone like me, there were jobs. Believe it or not, security will pay well, as does bodyguard work—and it is legal. It wasn't a lot—nobody was about to trust little Shego with guarding the crown jewels, but it got me an apartment, and some spending cash. Ron of course was still in school, although he and I still talked, although I occasionally got pissed at the way Kim treated him. He just laughed it off.

And well, I guess his parents didn't realize how much time he was spending with me…or when we started to go see some movies together.

And then Kim and some of the other students were caught in that avalanche. Ron was like a wild man—he actually got frostbite looking for them. We found Kim and Bonnie eventually, but God, I thought Ron was going to go mad. Heh… I guess he infected me. Once they were in the hospital I dropped by the local Catholic Church and let a candle for thanksgiving. Call me sentimental.

Once they woke up, I figured things would be normal…but that's when Ron Stoppable shows up at my apartment, without calling first, drunk as a skunk, at 3 AM

To be continued.