Ok, this is getting interesting, I'm bringing another character into it now, they'll be back later, but yeah it's getting intense, in my opinion anyway :), and please excuse me ifKim is acting OOC, they all have been so deal with it. Hehe, j/k, but anyway PLEASE R&R, I see how many people are reading it, I'd appreciate it SO much if you'd just go to the bottom of the page and submit a review, I just want to know what people think PLEASE! (not desperate I promise :)) Oh and THANK YOU SO MUCH to those who have reviewed, and thank you forreading, even if you don't review :).Anyway and away we go!
Ron awoke to find that Kim was gone. He rolled over and looked at the clock, it read 2:25 am and he groaned and got out of bed.
"Kim?" he asked, running a hand through his hair and heading for the kitchen.
"I'm in here Ron," Kim called back and Ron leaned against the doorjam to the kitchen watching her as she looked through an old photo album.
"What are you doing?" he asked, walking forward to look at the photo album, from what he could see it was full of newspaper clippings from when her family had disapeared.
"I'm searching for some kind of clue," she said, not looking up.
"Clue?" Ron asked sitting down.
"Yes, to see if there's anything I missed. Here," she said pulling another thick photo album out and handing it to him. "Look through those."
"Ok, I just don't know what I'm looking for," he said opening the album.
"Anything that looks funny," she said and they fell silent as they searched. Ron had a full album of newspaper clips about when she had stopped Drakken. Twenty minutes later, Kim closed her book and sighed in defeat and leaned down, putting her head in her hands. Ron flipped towards the back and stopped on the last page.
"Kim, look," he said, turning it so she could see as he pointed to the picture in the middle of the page. On the top left hand corner there was something, it looked like someone dragging something off the side of the picture.
"Hold on," Kim said getting up and walking to one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled out a magnifying glass. Coming back to the table she leaned in close, holding the magnifying glass close to the paper. "Thats Shego!" she cried and leaned closer. "And she's carrying... no, it can't be..," she said, sitting back in her seat. Ron took the glass from her and examined the picture, it looked like she was carrying a man, with dark hair, hard to tell with the black and white picture. He was disheveled but he looked slightly familiar, like Ron had been looking at his face for a while.
"Is that...?" he asked, looking at Kim.
"It looks like it," she said queitly.
"But I thought you killed him," Ron said looking closer at the picture.
"Thats what I thought, there is one way to find out though," Kim said standing.
"And what's that?" Ron asked looking at her.
"I need to talk to Shego."
They pulled up outside the state prison and parked and Kim sat there for a few minutes.
"Kim?" Ron asked and Kim looked over at him and sighed.
"Let's get this over with," she said, opening her door. They walked into through the gates and checked in, getting their visitor badges and walked into the visitors area and sat, waiting. Several minutes later a woman wearing a orange jump suit with black hair and dark eyes was pushed into the room. She met Kim's eyes and smirked.
"If it isn't little Kimmie," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet.
"Shego," Kim said, her voice low.
"And who's this?" Shego asked looking at Ron, smirking.
"I'm..."
"Save it," Kim snapped. "Where is Drakken?"
"He's dead," Shego said after a moment, her voice showing her surprise at the question.
"Yeah, then what is this?" Kim asked, slapping the newspaper clipping with Shego dragging Drakken away against the glass and Shego jumped. "What did you do with him?" Sehgo stared at the picture for a few moments before looking up and glaring at the young woman across from her.
"There is no way in the seven rings of hell I'm telling you where I burried him," she snarled.
"Where is he?" Kim asked, her voice low.
"Kimmie, grow up," Shego snapped and stood. "I'm ready to go," she called to the guard and the man walked forward and took her arm, leading her back towards the cells. "Hey Kim," she called, stopping and turning back. "How's your family?" she asked and laughed as she was pulled away. Kim watched her go then put her head in her hands, fighting tears.