It was 3 weeks instead of four.-Heh- Sorry. I didn't know I would be spending one of those weeks with my Grandparents. -Smile-

It was a good trip! And it help me straighten out a few things. So here is your beloved story! I'm so happy to see people actually are still into Konnie, even after all this time. It's filled with so many horrendous mistakes! And yet some how people are still drawn to it! -Love-Love-
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Had this been planned? Was this guy one of Drakken's henchmen?

Konnie wildly asked herself these questions as she found herself being flattened into the wall behind her. Well, it was obvious that Joey was not one of Drakken's henchmen. He was just a drunk and horny teenager who really didn't know what he was doing. His horrid breath stung Konnie's nose and his hands just kept touching her at a disgusting pace.

Konnie knew she couldn't keep thinking like this. Who knew how far this guy would go?

They were in front of so many people. By now attention had been drawn to the girl trying to ward off her attacker. Why didn't anyone try to help? Were they too scared? Too weak? Konnie didn't know. What she did know was that she had to do something. But she was at a loss for any type of plan.

She felt waves of sickness running through her body. The insides of her mouth was watering and her throat felt like it was opening. Her stomach lurched and out came the disgusting taste of the half digested Nacos that Konnie and Monique had eaten before arriving to the party. However she could only think one thing.

Monique. Where was she now?

Konnie was dizzy and nauseated. If it hadn't been for Joey shouting at her, "You little bitch! You just barfed in my fucking face!" she wouldn't have any idea what was going on. Relying soly on instinct she kicked Joey in his right knee cap as he was attending to his face. As he fell to the ground Konnie ran past all the party goers that were staring at the two in shock.

She managed to push past the large crowd. She stopped at the other wall and let herself lean against it. Her breath was fast and she tried to regain her composure. But, after what had just happened how could she?

After a moment, Konnie allowed herself to look up to see what was going on. Instead, she had to look up and meet Monique face to face.

Monique's eyes still glowed a bright green and looking into them made Konnie feel very uneasy. Right in between Monique were two tall and muscular guys. Both had their arms around Monique and their stature seemed to help flaunt her off. Konnie caught a quick glance of Monique's leg only to see the 'S' still shining right under the fabric of Monique's blue capri pants.

"Now Konnie, just because I've upgraded doesn't mean we're not still friends."

"Uh..upgraded?" The words seemed to fall from her lips to the air in confusion and misery.

"Yes, I'm better now than I was before."

At these words Monique snapped her fingers. The two males next to her grabbed grabbed a random young girl behind her. The girl was thin and her pushing and screaming to ward off her attackers didn't help a bit.

"Stop it!" Long platinum blonde curls spun around her head and pale blue eyes widened in panic, "This is my house! I invited you here, how dare you treat me like this!"

Konnie watched as the two thrusted Tara upright and had her facing Monique.

"Now now, Dearie. This is a thank you for inviting us." Monique pressed her lips against the girl's own. Konnie watched in horror as the panicked eyes of the blonde turned from an icey blue to a horrid glowing green.

That's how she's doing it. Anyone she kisses will become possessed like she is. They become minions of Monique who herself has turned into a slave of Drakken and Shego.

Tara no longer struggled against the two guys holding her up. In fact, she wrapped her own arms around them and flashed a smile. "This is what we were born do to." Her voice was dark, the innocence in it vanished and Tara herself became one of Konnie's enemies as well.

She wasn't sure how to react. The only thing she knew to do was run.

And that was what she did.

Konnie ran. She ran so hard it was painful. Her mind was racing at a sickening speed. What was she to do now?

Out the back door and away she ran. Where was she to run to?

Home. The Institute.

It was a long run there, but Konnie knew that was the only place where she could be safe. Safe from the growing number of people now after her. She knew she would have to eventually face them all. That thought scared her. She wanted to run away, to be a coward. That was what she wanted and her desire to run away and hide was stronger than her will to fight.

She knew she couldn't.

She had to fight, to be a hero. "Hero", what an odd thing to call herself. All she had wanted was to be normal and to fit in. To become an average person.

And that was something that could never be done.

Konnie was still running. Blonde hair fell out of pigtails into long strands that fought to keep up with her fast pace.

Her fingers also ran, but to a different location. Her hip. She pulled the pink device off the clip that was attached the the belt she was wearing. Fingertips pressed the buttons that were needed. She had to see his face. That was what she needed.

"Wade here."

My eyes came upon a horrific sight. Never had I seen a soul in such fear.

Of course, Konnie wasn't just any soul.

I was in love with her.
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