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Caged Up - Plans Change

I was wrong, turns out I only killed Johnny before I used those two saps for scratching posts. We figured the guy with the busted jaw was still alive from the weak, quiet whimpers of pain he was still making. Mr. Neck Snap was harder to figure out but Camille wanted to be sure. He was paralyzed, couldn't move a muscle, but his eyes still followed her finger. So that was three down and two on the ground. I needed to catch my breath so Lynn was more than happy to put those bastards out of our misery. She takes the nightstick and nudges the crocked jaw man's face to look at her. He's crying, his voice is weak but his cheeks are stained in tears and his eyes are red. Lynn eats it up, it's like she's working it for some camera noone else can see. "Aww... poor baby. Here, let mama kiss it and make it better." She laughs as she beats him on his torso. She wants it to last, I don't blame her.

I lean against the wall, trying to wait out this pain. Need to focus on something else, need to pass the time. I try talking to Camille, I want to know how they saved my ass in time. "So, how did you two pull it off?"

Camille smiled as she pulled out a key from her pocket. "Well, it was Lynn's idea but I, like, totally pulled it off. She said that usually, when those five assholes go trolling around for booty, the checkpoint guard likes to sneak in for his own fun. Last time I couldn't do my thing, you know, cause he was looking for you. But tonight, I guess we all got totally lucky. Little rat came on my side so I changed shape and made it look like I was locked in while one of the inmates escaped. Once he got in my cell, I grabbed his taser and knocked his loser ass out."

I laugh. Clever little rich girl. "Well, I don't know about lucky with all these bruises I got but it could've been worse. I owe you Camille, I owe you both."

"Well, like, of course you do. You might be buddies with Lynn or some junk but I'm only helping you cause you have firepower, literally."

Fair enough, I'm useful. God knows if I was the one with the key to the cells, I wouldn't let out Camille Leon, the most spoiled brat villain alive. Well, maybe after Senior Junior. Damn, I must be getting soft for saying this. "Before we go, I want to break out one last person."

Camille arches an eyebrow. She's cautious. "Who?"

I don't say right away, I'm still trying to think of why I care about her so much. Fuck it, I don't need a reason, I just need to help her. "Fiona... two floors up."

"Who?"

Lynn brings down the stick and caves in the right side of the man's face. She's splattered in blood and beaming with joy. "Fiona, new fish, red hair. She got raped bad that night checkpoint man went looking for Shego."

Now Camille gets hissy about the idea. "No way, I don't care why you want her but I'm not dragging along some useless new fish!"

My blood boils but I keep calm, I'm still hurting after all. "Fine... at least let me check up on her... let me see her. Please, I know me and Lynn have some kind of connection with her, even if you don't give a fuck about her. She's a victim, just like Lynn was and I was about to be."

She rolls her eyes but she knows she needs me. "Fine." She looks over to Lynn who was leaning down by the cripple. "You coming, Lynn?"

She smirks and slides her hand around his neck. "You two go ahead, I want to practice a little... erotic asphyxiation with my friend here. See if I can get off on choking him before he dies."

I laugh, it's so perfect. He choked me and he probably choked her, a fitting end for that bastard. I pull myself away from the wall. "Don't have too much fun now," I say before following Camille out. I don't know why, but I'm feeling good, happy, really happy. Sure, having some revenge was fun and I like the idea of escaping, but seeing Fiona... it fills me with something more wholesome. I think I know why now, I guess I wanted her to be a symbol, a symbol of something I've lost a long time ago; innocence. From Lynn's description that day during lunch, I just made that connection. She's tarnished, she's been made impure, but she's still alive. As long as she's alive, somehow, so is my own innocence. We get to the right floor, I stalk down the walkway, looking for a red head that fit Lynn's description. I find her and I wish I didn't. "God... no..."

I fall to my knees, the world seems to screech to a halt, I can't hear a thing. She's dead. She's on the floor, laying still, in a pool of blood. Dear god... she's dead... but why... why now... so close... why now? Camille's hand rests on my shoulder but it feels distant, like I'm not even in my own body. She's saying something but I don't hear it. More noise, another person, Lynn, can't be sure, can't snap out of it. Oh god... Fiona... why. She's dead... what does that mean for me? If the symbol of my innocence is dead... does that make me a soulless monster? Arms embrace me... Lynn. "I'm sorry Shego... she must've done it when those five goons started going up the stairs. She must've been so terrified that she took her own life... there's nothing we can do for her now."

It's cold inside. Not the air, me. I felt bad for Fiona, I want to feel bad for Fiona, but I can't. There's only this coldness, it's burning inside me, a cold fire. Then it's clear, I know what I have to do. "We can do one thing for her. For her and every last inmate here. We're not escaping."

Camille freaks. "What? Not escaping!? What fucking crack are you smoking!?"

I pick myself up, Lynn takes a step back. The plan just forms in my head right there, like a painting of blood and retribution being unveiled before my eyes. "We're not escaping because we're going to revolt. We don't leave until every last one of these fuckers pay the price. We're going to release all the prisoners, we're going to punish all the corrupted assholes running this place, we're going to own this hell hole. We're going to revolt."

Camille shots off her mouth more than Lynn does, she makes her disapproval painfully obvious. "Oh, fuck that! I don't know about you two, but I have an expense account out there, I have connections, I want out! Now get your shit right and help-"

I cut her off there. I grab her scrawny throat and slam her against the bars. "Shut your fucking mouth! If you're going to complain and bitch, you can leave on your own. Me? I'm going to be the one making sure these people don't take another breath, let alone start a manhunt for you. Whatever you do, just fucking stop talking to me in that spoiled rich girl tone before I rearrange your voice box from the outside!"

I can see the fear in her eye, she just nods. I let her go, she's useless to me now but Lynn seems raring to go. "So, what's the plan Shego?" she asks me.

"I'll clear a path between here and the armory, I'm sure Mr. Checkpoint has a map of the place in his little booth. After that, we just go kill, beat, and wreck everything we see until there's no more resistance. Simple but should work."

She grins, I can only wonder what motivates her to be so eager to help me. "I'm game." She swirls the keys she took off one of the guards around her finger and start heading for the stairs. "Maybe we should have a practice run with our little checkpoint friend." I like the idea.

She goes around letting out some really nasty looking bitches and leads them to Camille's cell. The guard was starting to come to when Lynn opened the door. "Alright girls, lunch time." I smile watching this from some distance as he started to scream when those girls started tearing into him. It was like something out of a nature documentary. Lynn just laughs her ass off and comes back to me. "Well, I say they're ready."

I nod. "Oh yeah, all these girls are. Alright, after they're done in there, use that key on the control panel and open all the doors at once. I should've cleared out a path to the armory by then."

"Wait, all the inmates? Isn't that a teensy bit hard to control."

"Exactly, I don't want control. I want a stampede, not an army. We out number these faggots and we're going to use that to our advantage."

"Alright... you're the boss."

"And Lynn, if I don't make it... just escape with Camille. You've been here long enough."

She smirks. "Fuck that, dead or alive, you still owe me that kiss for saving your ass."

I laugh, I can feel the soreness flaring in my sides but I laugh anyway. "You dyke."

"That reminds me, how is it like trapped in the closet?"

I wave my hand. I'd love to go back and forth but I have a jail to wreck. "We'll continue this later, just get the girls out when the time comes." I turn my heels and start running. The thrill is pumping my body with adrenaline and endorphin; my pains go numb and my body is roaring for action. I won't disappoint it, I'm going to turn this jailhouse, this madhouse, into a slaughterhouse. And I'm going to love every second of it.