Where Did It Go Wrong? Ch. 2
Well, this story is getting some interesting feedback.
To Riverfox237: No, not really gory when violence comes into play in this story, just like a character spatting out blood when getting hit in the jaw, etc. I don't mind that you didn't review my oneshots, since I thought them all lame except for the Josh Mankey one, that one I personally enjoyed writing. Also, I have decided on the title to the sequel for Reunited. It's going to be called Shego's Return. I've been trying to work on Secrets Better Told, but I have kind of lost my spark for it for the time being.
To TwilaStarla: I'm glad you think this is cool.
To drakwolfstoppable: Sorry, the Ron we knew is definitely dead, but we all thought we knew Kim, right?
To Dillymac: Thanks, I might use those, just depends on how I put the flow of the story.
A woman sat filing her nails with her feet propped up on the console in front of her. The odd thing was that she was filing her nails through her black and green gloves. She sighed as she placed her nail file back into her pocket. The woman stretched, raising her arms above her head.
"SHEGO! WHERE ARE YOU?" a voice called out. Shego rubbed her temples, and sighed again. She rose, and left the room. Shego entered the larger adjoining room, and looked around. A figure approached her out of the shadows. "Where were you?" Shego snorted.
"I was checking the monitors, sis," replied Shego as she rolled her eyes. The figure's green eyes widened in shock.
"That's usually me who calls you 'sis'," she responded.
"Yeah, well, it's true, isn't it? I mean, just because everybody thought you died in the comet's hit doesn't make no longer family," shot back Shego. Her sister nodded.
"You're the only one in the family who can equal me in sarcasm, Shego," her sister said.
"How would you know? You were only three when the comet hit and then you disappeared," Shego countered.
"So, you were seven, Hego was six, Mego was five, and the Wego twins were just born," replied her sister. She smirked as Shego cast her an annoyed glance.
"Has anyone told you lately that you were irritating?" Shego shot. Her sister smirked, resembling Shego more than ever now.
"Yep. Just you, though," came the response. "But we are the only ones here."
"Why did you call me anyway? I was filing my nails...," Shego started.
"You were finished," her sister interrupted. Shego groaned in disbelief.
"How do you do that?" she mumbled.
"Comet," replied her sister.
"You were hit by the same piece I was!" Shego exclaimed.
"I got hit with a larger chunk of it than you did," her sister countered huffily.
"Whatever. So what are the plans for today- steal some more high tech stuff?" asked Shego. Her sister shook her head.
"No, we're going to need her," said her sister pointing to the screen on the computer. Shego stared at the computer monitor, then back away slowly.
"Oh no, there is no way we're busting her out, I can't stand her," Shego protested.
"Do you want to rule the world or not?" her sister said, staring into Shego's green eyes with her own. Shego sighed, and nodded her head. "Good. Now, we can get her at night."
If you were there, you would be able to see the name on the screen: DNAmy.
"Here, Prisoner 901," the guard said as he slid seven pairs of clothes through the slot in the door. Kim glared at him.
"Don't ever call me that again," Kim breathed. The guard snorted in disbelief. "What are these for?" She picked up the garments.
"They're your clothes. You can't stay in that suit and high heels forever. The prison had someone go out and get you these clothes since your old ones are wired with gadgets and gizmos," the guard replied. Kim sighed. "You change in the area where you go to the bathroom unless you want everyone watching you. Laundry will be picked up every week, Prisoner 901." Kim growled at him through the transparent material and he backed off, suddenly not so sure it was indestructible. "I mean Possible."
"That's better," Kim snarled. She entered the bathroom, the only non-transparent part of her cell. The guard slumped down against the wall.
"You've never actually been on the receiving end of Miss Possible's ire, have you lad?" Duff asked taking a sip of his coffee that came with his breakfast. The guard shook his head frantically. "Then I suggest you keep calling her Possible. The lassie has a mean left hook. Mean right one too. As well as some awful kicks and such." The guard thanked him and hastily left the room when Kim emerged from the bathroom. She slid her suit and high heels out of the cell using the slot. She grabbed her tray.
"Idiot guard better learn to watch his step or I'm gonna make sure he won't step again," Kim seethed as she sat on her bed and speared a waffle. Monkey Fist, Killigan, and Drakken looked at one another in surprise. "What are you staring at?"
"Nothing," the three said hastily. Kim wasn't in a good mood after the guard. Best to let her cool down. The four finished eating their breakfast in silence, minus Kim's mumbling and occasional outbreaks of maniacal laughter that were worse than Monkey Fist's. At least you knew when to expect his.
"Thank goodness there are more than four cells in here. I don't think I could stand just talking to you guys where the lassie can hear me," Duff whispered to Drakken. He nodded in agreement, since his mouth was full of eggs.
"When she gets angry, we could just talk around her," Drakken replied, swallowing his food.
"I'm not so sure it's going to be that easy lad, the lass is fiery," Duff responded. He jumped when an empty tray was flung across the room and hit the wall of his cell.
"I need to workout, I have to stay in shape, and this is boring," Kim said, pacing.
"Aye, the boredom will make you mad lassie," Killigan stated. Kim turned towards him.
"And I'm not mad already? Please," Kim scoffed.
"She does have a point," Monkey Fist pondered aloud, pushing his cereal with banana slices aside once it was finished. Kim glared at him.
"Shut up," she barked. Monty involuntarily flinched at her tone. She smirked.
"Aye, she's worse than Shego anyday," Duff said to Drew.
"Got that right," Drew replied as Kim smirked again when the same guard from before asked her for her tray back. She picked it up and spun it threw the air like a boomerang, only it slid through the slot and whammed the guard in the ankle. The guard stifled the urge to call her a witch as the pain shot through his ankle and up his leg. He really didn't need his body black and blue if those walls weren't indestructible. He took the trays and left the room once again.
Kim stood in the middle of the cell for several minutes after the guard left, smirking all the while. Drew shuddered. She really was mad. But what had caused her to snap? Monty and Duff were thinking the same thing. Something was not right with Kim, she was insane. They weren't used to that, and it was a bit unnerving. Kim began pacing again, aggravated at the lack of the ability to do something.
Another guard entered the room, and the three men looked up. Kim kept pacing, ignoring his arrival except for a grunt to acknowledge him.
"Alright, it's time for your recreation. He pushed a button on the wall, and several cell doors opened. The villians and villianesses filed out and down a hall. Kim was still pacing. DNAmy gave her an odd look, then whispered to the guard.
"What's she doing here?" she whispered. The guard looked at Kim warily, then spoke.
"I'll tell you what she's doing here. She went mad and was responsible for the Middleton Stalker murders," he whispered back. Adrena-Lynn heard this and gave him a shocked looked, so did DNAmy and the Seniors, who also overhead it. Gil peered into Kim's cell, shook his head, and continued onward. The guard moved forward. "Possible, it's time for recreation. Please move with the rest of the group to the gym and rec. room." Kim stopped her pacing and glared at the guard.
"Finally," she mumbled as she hurried past him. He shook his head at her mental state.
"Poor girl," he murmured, following her. He just hoped she didn't hurt anyone, including herself.
In the gym, Drew and Amy had set up a game of checkers. Monty was meditating, Andrea (Adrena-Lynn) had set up a game of chess with SSJ, SSS was watching, Gil was running around the gym track, Duff was lifting weights, the Knights of Roddigan were wrestling while Jackie coached them, and Kim was punching a bean bag ferociously. Duff approached her.
"Care for a partner lass?" he asked as she pummeled the bag into oblivion. Kim turned to him and smirked.
"Only if you can make it five-on-one," replied Kim. Duff sighed, and turned to Monty, whispered something to which Monty shook his head enthusiastically at. Monty jumped up and ran after Gil, said something and got an evil grin in reply. Gil jogged up to the knights, said a few quick words and received a nod. Duff turned back to Kim.
"Looks like you got your wish lassie. Lassie?" Kim was gone. A hand tapped his shoulder. He turned around and saw Monty.
"Where did she go?" he asked. Duff shrugged.
"Up here Monty," Kim called. Monty looked up in time to see a foot coming straight for him. He dodged. "Good, rules are, if you get hit three times, you're down. Got it?" The five nodded. "Then bring it."
To save the five villians from further embarassment, I will merely mention the fact that all five of them had three bruises each at various areas of their bodies.
"Oh, that was awful," moaned Gil as he walked back to his cell.
"She certainly has improved," said one of the knights, rubbing his shoulder.
"Are you kidding? She didn't even break a sweat!" Gil exclaimed.
"Do we really have to get her? I loathe her!" Shego exclaimed as her sister shook her head.
"Yes. It is crucial to our plan," she replied.
"Well, make a new one," countered Shego. Shego suddenly found herself pinned against the wall, her sister's hip holding her legs down, and one hand holding her hands down. The other was two inches from Shego's neck and was glowing bright green.
"This is my plan. We agreed that we would use my plan, and that we would split the world down the middle. Got it?" her sister asked dangerously close to slicing her sister's neck. Shego gulped, then nodded. Gaining some of her gall back, she spoke.
"Fine. But I get Australia," Shego said stubbornly. Her sister laughed.
"Have you ever been to Australia?" she questioned.
"No," replied Shego. Her sister's grasp on her hands tightened.
"You're lying," she said.
"I've never been to Australia," Shego retorted.
"You just don't remember it, it's in your subconscios though," her sister said as she released Shego.
"Will you quit reading my mind!" Shego burst out, rubbing her wrists. 'Why does she get those powers anyway?' Shego thought.
"Because I was hit with a larger portion of the green part of the comet," came the reply. Shego growled.
'Why does she have to do that?' thought Shego, stretching.
"Because I'm the boss here," her sister said matter-of-factly. "Now, soon, we will get DNAmy."
"I'm looking forward to trounching you in checkers today, Amy," Drew said as he set up the board. "Amy? Where are you?" He went up to the guard and asked where DNAmy was. The guard shrugged and said she was reported missing this morning. "This just tanks." Drew said as he sat back down to his checker game. "Now who am I going to play checkers with?" Drew pouted.
"Perhaps I can be of some assistance," said a voice. Drew looked up. SSS was standing there. A smile crossed Drew's lips.
"Why not? Let's see what you got," Drew replied heartily.
WBC.