Government Hooker – Kigo
NOTE: Hey what's happen? Look at me updating this old thing, teehee.
I just wanted to update before the start of this week, take it as a very late Valentine's Day gift, alright?
The ending was rushed, I will admit it but I feel no guilt lol and if anything is off just tell me and I will attempt to fix it. I worked on this at different intervals over the past few months so my train of thought was clearly lost between each output. Just saying.
Well enjoy.
I will answer the comments to the previous chapter tomorrow sometime, I just wanted to get this up tonight. FYI there.
Chapter 7: "I've Been Very Naughty."
Bonnie leisurely made her way through the city, taking the back alleyways to avoid confrontation with any CrewlGuards running about. Even from the location she was in the tanned girl was surprised to find herself completely at ease; normally a lone female wouldn't even think to venture into this area of town because of the constant threat of rape or murder. But the ever present presence of the guards now patrolling the city, it had taken on a brand new feel, it gave Bonnie the feeling of being a child again, the ignorance against any and all threats, giving her the clear mindset to just have her focus on the task at hand.
'A heartfelt I love you…' she thought, furrowing her eyebrows, 'Just about anyone could say that to her… The damn hero is loved by every nation and everything almost.'
The mocha skinned continued to complain to no one in particular about the redhead, soon she found herself a few blocks away from headquarters. Bonnie quickened her pace in fear of being caught by a damnable CrewlGuard, or the redhead herself. It should be time for Anne to take the parasite for her walk around town, just to get to stop whining, if anything.
A large man suddenly appeared out of the alleyway in front of Bonnie, "Good D'y me, lassy! You're of bein' Bonnie, yes?"
"The hell do you want?" she snapped back, quite confused before another voice piped up behind her.
A less masculine voice inquired this time, an annoying pitch to the voice caused Bonnie to grit her teeth, "Bonnie Rockwaller I presume! Quick grab her before- Hey wait come back!"
The mocha skinned girl bounded off in a huff, she was not going to be harassed by a couple of freaks, although the freaks had other things in mind when the larger of the two shoved a cloth bag over her head. Bonnie could hear the smaller one jumping up and down, evilly chuckling at how well his plan had gone. Now she was being carried, soon losing consciousness after the bag and its contents were thrown onto something hard.
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Knock Knock.
Oh please go away whoever you are! You have been knocking everyday for two days now, have I answered the door yet? No.
Knock Knock.
Besides I am not in the mood to put with your bullshit, wait, was that a dog's bark? Oh my, it must be Donald, my unofficial-official bodyguard… Just wonderful, that is all I need to brighten up my morning is that flea-bag of a dog trying to mound my leg again. The mutt could have the courtesy of offering up payment first, oh wow, that was somewhat more twisted than my usual thoughts.
Mistress come home soon…
Knock Knock.
" Ah-Al-ight! Alright, I'm coming…" I attempted to say, I had not said a single word to anyone for such a while that it was becoming hard to even talk.
I slowly pulled the covers off of my petite body, shivering at the sudden loss of heat on my skin. Even more reluctantly I placed my feet on the hard wood floor of the room, it felt icy to the touch, but that was just in my head, wasn't it? My eyes were having a hard time focusing, causing me to lose my balance and stumble the short distance to the door. With a sigh of annoyance and a cloud of icy breath I unbolted the door's locks and pried the door open.
"Why is it so damn cold in her-" I begin before taking in the sight in front of me.
I shrieked in panic, turning on my heels, trying to sprint back towards the safety of my bed, a hand, a bony, icy hand grabbed my shirt sleeve. The other hand gripped my waist, I was now beginning to have a break down and just freeze up. I grudgingly made my eyes glance over at my attacker, the sight made me throw up in the back of my mouth. My stomach tightened and rolled, all my muscles tensed up, and I broke out in a violent tremor.
The figure before me was a mangled skeleton, some of its burnt flesh was hanging from its torso but the majority of it looked melted to the bone. The mouth parted and a gust of smoke blew into my face, causing an involuntary coughing fit from me. The ghastly figure grinned, or what looked to be a grin, the section of flesh that was still around the mouth has contracted into what looked to be an emotion. Although which emotion it was meant to be was puzzling.
"It's alright!" it shrieked.
A dog began to bark again, the figure's canine now appeared; it was in the same shape as its master, if not worse, being it was missing its tail and the left side is its head. The skeleton released its grip on me, without its support I plummeted onto the floor; my stomach felt it was going to consume itself from what happened next.
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Shego was beginning to enjoy her mini-vacation as she was soon calling it, so was Jynx, the new found name of Blondie's kitten. Empress sat inside the hotel's restaurant, mildly looking over a menu, she really was not that hungry, but for not having eaten for twenty four hours she supposed she should. The waiter approached her cautiously; he knew exactly what the woman was capable of and was trying to stay on her good side. He took her order and hastily walked away, leaving Shego with her thoughts. She began to debate on whether Blondie would like the name she had chosen for the kitten, but did it really matter? The girl was odd.
Besides the name fitted the feline for it seemed to have bad luck wherever it went; the first major case was having Blondie choose it initially at the pet store. Whilst the second case of the unfortunate events that would follow was being stuck in a suitcase for a couple of hours in freezing temperatures and low oxygen levels from the plane flying so high. Although now the kitten was probably wishing to be back in that suitcase, for it was now in the hands of a little girl, which had been sitting on the fountain in front of the executive hotel Empress was staying at. Shego had noticed the girl on a few occasions when she had left; her first impression was nonexistent, she hardly paid any mind to the locals. They were neither worth her time nor the effort to pay any mind to them.
Shego perked up when Jynx squealed in discomfort, the girl was trying to pinch his cheeks, muttering something incoherent to the kitten. The mercenary smirked; this would be her own form of morbid pay back for the kitten attacking her a few days prior.
The mercenary mentally patted herself on her back; she had made the right choice of inviting the girl inside the hotel out of the cold. It turns out the kid was the daughter of the Chancellor, and by helping out his family he, in return, pledged his loyalty in helping with anyone rebelling against the Empress. Now she waited for the man to come to her and sign some papers, just to make the alignment official.
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The dog approached me, stopping to sniff me with the shriveled blackened nub of flesh hanging from where its nose should be. I held my breath and tried not to lose my stomach's contents as the canine's tongue slid out from between the bleached portions of bone. Its jaw slackened a bit, I still frozen in place by fear, the tongue ran up my cheek and was promptly removed. Leaving a trickle of saliva running down my face, I could smell the liquid, it smelled…
Like pancakes and waffles. The dog's tongue once again began another assault on me, but this time I opened my eyes. I panicked, quickly knocking the mutt off of the Mistress' bed, now my eyes quickly scanned the room as I was clearly disorientated by my sudden change of surroundings. Another moment of thought passed and I shrugged it off to a nightmare, turning to the figure in my peripheral vision it became clearer that Donald was in the room.
My official-unofficial bodyguard was carrying a tray with a plate full of pancakes, bacon, an egg and a side of hash browns, the whole plate was smothered with white corn syrup. Also the tray held a small vase containing a daisy for added ambiance, along with a tall glass of orange juice with a splash of vodka and tobasco sauce in it. I unwillingly began to grin; food just has that affect on me, my grin was becoming wider the closer the tray came towards me as Donald sat it on my lap. The boy soon left, taking the mutt with him, much to my pleasure, eating in silence is a habit I have become accustomed to ever since coming to live at the headquarters. If anything it's because Mistress tends to clear out a room quite easily, not that I mind, of course.
Now to the challenge at hand, how am I to eat this plate full of syrup without making a sticky mess in the Empress' bed? I wouldn't consider myself a glutton when it comes to eating, although my table manners have started to diminish, I can still keep a clean shirt if needed. I began my task slowly, taking a spoonful of hash browns and refraining from dripping any syrup on myself. Everything was going smoothly, having eaten half of the plate's contents, that is until that mutt reentered the room. Why Donald had to teach him to open doors I will never know, but now thanks to him the dog is eyeing my food, whining.
"Get away!" I snapped, making a waving gesture, "Go on now… Get! This is my food and I will be damned if I will let you have any of this!"
Another whimper followed, the dog starting to get the picture as it slowly began to walk back towards the door and eventually out of it. Satisfied, I started to begin eating again, stopping only when the rapid thudding of feet could be heard from outside of the door accompanied with the door being thrown open and slamming into the wall. Jerking my head up I was met with the sight of the dog seeming to glide through the air in a comical manner, with its tongue flapping off to one side and its body spayed out in a humorous way. I almost began to chuckle before the realization hit me, well more of the damned mutt smacked into me.
I could tell my eye was twitching, as pissed as I was, I don't know how it could not be, and slowly my head turned in the direction of the mutt. Who was licking the syrup off of the plate, and spilling most of it in my lap while doing so, it looked so content with its actions. If only it knew the thoughts that ravished my mind, I didn't think I was that creative on thinking of different ways to kill something.
"Enjoying that syrup, boy?" I maintained composure long enough to ask that through gritted teeth, trying to calm down I grabbed the glass which held my orange juice and sipped the remainders of the spilled mixture, "Well I am most glad, because that is going to be the last meal you will ever have."
The mutt apparently understood my words, or at least my sinister tone, as its eyes got wide and it scrambled to run out of the room, barking as it did so. Oh, it wasn't about to get away with that so easily.
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Jynx once again began to squeal in discomfort, the little girl was squeezing him much too tight for his comfort, if the girl wasn't going to hug him correctly then she will not touch him at all, he reasoned with himself. The kitten twisted and scratched until he was released, sprinting off in the general direction where he had seen the Master leave with the other human a few minutes prior. Of course the girl wasn't to be that easily beaten, she followed suit and chased after the kitten.
Sitting in the Chancellor's office, Shego smirked at the man; he was going on about the arrangements concerning the treaty between Germany and Global Justice, she was paying him hardly any mind. It wasn't like she was threatened by the man or his army, but if he was willing to help out with the rebels in his own country she supposed she would at least appear to be paying attention. It was rather hard to do so actually, not with the racket that was going on outside of the door. It sounded like that Bonnie girl screaming her head off chasing after Junior for sex, or a child chasing a kitten, its one in the same.
Shego slowly raised up out of her chair as the man was writing down the basics on a piece of paper, she casually moved to the door and cracked it open to peer outside. Quickly being caught off guard by the door suddenly smacking her in the face, in that instant the room came alive behind her, papers started to crackle and rip until a thud rang out. The room's occupants suddenly went silent, they surveyed the room quickly, nothing besides the papers were out of place, and they could not seem to find the cause of the noise.
"Daddy!" the girl called, she was on her tip toes, looking out the window, "lookit!"
The Chancellor walked over towards the window, Shego raised an eyebrow and moved closer to the duo. She attempted to glance out of the window but her line of sight was blocked by the large violet curtains covering either side of it. The empress became distressed after looking at the Chancellor and the panicked expression on his face. She ripped the left side curtain back, gasping at the sight before her, and for the first time in a long time, Shego was afraid.
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I slowly unwrapped my injured hand; the broken knuckle was not that bad now, if needed I could use it without too much discomfort. I now needed the hand to type out an email to the Empress over Blondie's condition, the girl has failed to leave her room for a couple of days, I am sure that if I can get Shego to call her the girl will at least come out for a while. I know that Donald had tried to offer her breakfast in bed just a few minutes ago, so I guess it would back sense to wait and see on what progress he gets with her.
The door behind me slid open, heels clacked on the ground and right up behind my chair, "Anne, have you got a moment?"
It was Monique, such a nice girl and her hands work wonders… with a needle and thread, "Of course, what is it?" I swiveled around in my chair to somewhat face her as she rested against my desk.
"Bonnie hasn't gotten back yet, doesn't that bother you?" She asked, as an eye brow rose.
"Well yes of course it does, we need that passcode, so if something has happened to her then we really haven't lost or gained ground, really. She's just not my main concern right now is all." I shrugged.
Monique burrowed her eyebrows, "You really need to look at the different members of this team in a more equal light you know."
It was now my turn to raise an eyebrow as she continued, answering my confusion, "I know Kim is your daughter and you love her, as we all do, but there are other people out there that need your concern as well."
Monique pulled out her tablet computer, tapping the screen a couple of times, then turning it towards me to see a video of Bonnie getting a bag thrown over her head and tossed into a van by two unknown strangers as she came out of an alleyway. The date on the video was for two days prior, had I really gone that long without noticing her missing? I looked up the dark girl, her expression turned to one of understanding, she shut the tablet computer's screen off, before handing me a piece of paper with some numbers scribbled on it.
"It's the address of the last place we saw the van, they are surely gone by now, but the city's cameras have footage of the van going into that building and not remerging." She stated.
I simply nodded, mentally making a note to send some Crewlguards to that location within the hour. An ear piercing yelp echoed throughout the base, followed by the echoes of dishes being broken and feminine screaming. We both just looked at each other in confusion, and then looking out the door just in time to see Donald sprint by in terror, his dog close behind.
"I didn't think Shego was to be back until next week?" I inquired.
Monique nodded, "Me either, maybe she got the Chancello-" she was cut off as another scream rang out, this time an almost naked Blondie galloped past the doorway, holding a knife and a folk in either hand, "Damn! That girl be trippin' when she doesn't eat, huh?"
"Yes… Trippin', my words exactly." I mumbled, heading back to my desk, grabbing the slip of paper.
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Jynx was beginning to get curious as well; he quickly scurried up the curtain halfway and endeavored to glance out of the window. He caught a glimpse of the surrounding landscape, he assumed the metal box had transported them upwards into the building, starting to get sick from the immense height before him. The kitten's actions were hindered when Shego grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, ripping him off of the curtain and tearing a claw off in the process. Much to the kitten's protest and yowls he found himself being shoved in the pocket of the emerald trench coat and the pocket's flap closed, being securely buttoned.
"We need to get the fuck out of here!" Shego screamed to the man, ignoring the young child's presence and ever listening ears, "Come on dammit!"
The Chancellor held his daughter close as he was now shoved out of the door; he jogged to the elevator only to be ripped away from the doors and through the doors leading to the stairs.
"We are on the twelfth floor!" the Chancellor screamed, even though this was clearly a life or death situation he was certainly not expected to run down all of those steps. The empress didn't answer, instead she lit her plasma and fired a quick blast at his feet, he immediately got the idea and started down the steps, two at a time.
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I really do not like dogs, not going to lie, especially when I cannot seem to find the dog I am looking for. I have gotten over wanting to kill it actually; really I just want to get my hairbrush back and unstuck from its pelt. I would like to at least brush my hair before being dragged around town per Anne's request by Donald. And if anything I really would just like it if Anne would take me, Donald is not on my good side right now, even if he did bring me food earlier. To my displeasure Anne is busy, apparently someone was kidnapped, as normal as that is, she seems concerned that person enough to send out a squad to look for them.
Giving up on having any hope for my hair I just reason to put it up and move on, it's not like anyone is going to care really. Throwing on the first pieces of clothing I find lying on the floor I stepped to examine myself in the mirror. The short white skirt paired with a pale green blouse, black converse and various pieces of jewelry I threw on seemed to look decent enough for an afternoon around the city. I quickly made my way up to the front of the base, out the front door and into the waiting limousine, with Donald inside minus his mutt.
As the car began to drive off Donald was quick to speak, "I'm sorry about the do-"
"Mention the mutt and I am throwing you out of this moving car." I snapped, shutting him up for the rest of the car ride.
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Time seemed to stop as the hotel began to rattle, the support beams hidden within the walls screaming at the sudden shock wave, the wall directly in front of the Chancellor had a large crack form across it and travelled downwards the length of the building, "Daddy!" the child screamed in terror.
"Daniel! Move your ass already! This fucker isn't gonna hold up for much longer!" Shego screamed, shoving him towards the next flight of steps.
They had already covered four sets of stair before the initial blast had shaken the building, if they kept up this pace the group may actually have a chance to get past the lobby and out of the door. Not that it will accomplish that much, not with the second blast that will ravish the building within a minute of the other one.
The mercenary was frightened; she could not point out the owner of the hovercraft, nor the type of missile that had been shot at them. The unknown was not in her favors, if anything, she hated not knowing what to expect nor what she was up against. She cured herself for panicking the second she had seen the missile launch and not get a hold of herself at least for a moment. She could have…
"Come on this isn't the time to be a pussy and start with the 'coulda-shoulda-woulda' shit, this was the time to act." She thought, "and to save my ass." She added quickly.
The group had cleared only three flights of stairs by the time the second missile had hit the building, this one had hit lower than the other one. It seemed to be targeting the whole building, or just making sure they did not make it out alive. The walls were beginning to give, as the hotel started to falter the walls were snapping, sending loose rubble every which way. One rouge piece of plaster shot out from the wall and lodged itself in the Chancellor's eye, the man immediately releasing the death grip on his daughter and using both of his hands to cover the wound.
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'This isn't Kim, this is the product of letting Wade try out one of his prototypes on her and then giving her to that damn woman. This is Shego's fault, Ki- Blondie is becoming a spoil little bitch.' I had to remind myself as the blonde girl whined about not being able to find a certain type of perfume she liked.
"Look, I'll have them order some… Calm down." I gently suggested.
Blondie looked at me like I was scum, "Whatever… I am hungry now anyways."
With that, she strutted off towards Bueno Nacho, naturally cutting to the front of the line, only this time no one protested as I joined her. I could tell from their looks that word had spread about Shego's little pet, and how she is not a force to be reckoned with. It's a pity really, if they only knew who this girl was, who she used to be, how she used to be, and how they used to adore her.
That Kim is dead though, brought back to life by a sick and twisted plot to save the world, when in reality she was the one that needed saving. Now she is stuck, I wonder my Kim is still in there, if I could only get her to come out, just if I could get a glimpse of my Kim, then I would be reassured there is still hope.
As the girl began to eat, I smiled, "Enjoying your Naco?"
She simply nodded her head, food was always important to her, even if it made her more of a rude-ass, "I used to love Nacos, in Middleton my friend and I would always go and get one."
Blondie raised an eyebrow, pulling her tray towards her in a protective manner and motioning to the counter, clearly not understanding, "Chill out, I don't want your food. So where are you from? Like I said, I'm from Middle-ton."
She ignored me still, apparently bringing up the past isn't working, something stronger should do it, "Ha, yeah, I remember this dance we had, Prom actually; I went with the most beautiful girl in school. We danced and just had a great time, we also had our first kiss then… When was your first kiss?" Alright, I have officially turned into a creeper, she is shutting down as I speak, I knew I was taking the wrong approach here.
I sighed, crossing my arms on the table in front of me and resting my head on my arms. The girl was soon done and had excused herself to use the restroom; at least she still had some manners intact. I began to reply the last few minutes in my head, reorganizing my thoughts and trying to formulate a new way to go about this. Wade had put some sort of a reverse switch in the settings, what it was I can't remember, and Bonnie isn't any help now, with her getting kidnapped and all.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the furious tapping of heels on the tile floor; it was two women approaching me from the sound of it. I could only guess it was Anne and Monique they were the only women on the base that had any reason to wear heels, the other females wore combat boot for obvious reasons. Turning around my thoughts were confirmed, their faces also informed me that they were not the bearers of good news of any sort.
Anne was the first to speak, "Where's Blondie?", I answered by motioning to the bathrooms, "I see, well I guess it's better she's not here… You see…"
"Shego was caught in the bombing of her hotel, it has been destroyed by what appears to be a rebel attack, they blew that thang up!" Monique blurted out as Anne paused, the older woman was clearly trying not to be so blunt as the other woman.
"The fuck?"
The three of us turned to see Blondie standing halfway between us and the bathrooms, her mouth was slightly gaping, an eye twitching.
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