Sweet Dreams, Kimmie - Part Two
Usual disclaimers: Disney owns the Kimmiverse, Catrlgirls owns her stories, I own my words.
Epilogue
Shego waited patiently for her visitor. She had no choice. Her wrists were locked in thick cuffs of a special alloy mounted to the granite table at which she sat. Even focusing all her strength, she could not move that table. And if she managed to, the explosives in her chair would go off. They would also be detonated if the temperature near her hands got anywhere near enough to soften her cuffs. The combination was very much against any legal standard of detention. Nobody involved cared.
Kim entered the room. She wore a centurion battle suit identical to that she had worn four weeks earlier, when she had defeated Shego. She walked in, stopped four feet from the granite slab, and assumed a parade rest posture. She regarded the other without interest.
"Hi, Kimmie. How ya doing?"
Kim did not respond.
"Miss me, Pumpkin?" Pause. "Nothing to say to me?"
Kim looked at her. It seemed she could stand for days. Shego found herself counting. Every eleven seconds, Kim blinked.
"Look, Pumpkin. I told Cyclops that if you'd talk to me, I'd tell her what we were up to in Africa. But you aren't talking to me."
"What would you like me to say?" There was no interest in Kim's voice.
Shego smirked. "Tell me that you love me and miss me and wish you could eat me out."
"I love you and miss you and wish I could eat you out." The same flat voice, the same lack of emotion. Grass is blue and the sky is green.
"Say it like you mean it, Kimmie!"
"I can't. I don't mean it."
"Oh, come on, Kimmie. You remember all the fun we had. All the times I let you play with me. All the things I did with you." The villain was smiling now, a cruel glint in her eye.
"I remember all the things you did to Kimmie."
"To Kimmie, huh? Third person?"
Kim only looked at her.
Shego flexed. "I'm trapped here. You finally got me. Don't you want to gloat?"
"No."
"Of course, the only reason I haven't escaped is because there's always somebody around with a shotgun. And I'm always in some kind of cuffs. And if I'm not in cuffs I have these damn anklets on that will explode if I even think about lighting up." She looked closely at Kim. "They tell me you suggested that. If I try to escape, I'll literally blow myself to bits."
"Yes."
"That's all kinds of illegal. I never got a trial, either. Just got locked away in this hellhole. None of this is legal. Kimmie would never have done anything like this." The woman smirked at Kim.
"Kimmie is gone, Shego. You killed her, as you promised you would. You got your revenge for the Bueno Nacho tower. You won." There was still no emotion in the voice. "If that's all," Kim said, and without waiting for an answer, she turned and stepped to the door. She paused when the other woman's voice came from behind her.
"You're not gone, Kimmie. You're still in there, hiding from me. Hiding from yourself." At this, Kim turned back to her tormentor.
Shego chuckled. "Everything you are is about me, Kimmie. When you were with me, all you cared about was me. I'm in here and you're able to leave, but you're still all about me. And you always will be.
"You belong to me, Kimmie. You belong with me. You know it, and I know it. That's why you're like you are. Without me, there's just nothing there. Someday, I'll find a way out of here, and then you can come back to me."
Kim looked at her, green eyes steady. The seconds ticked by. Then, without a word, she turned and left the cell. This time, Shego let her go.