Authors Note: I was feeling excited about writing this next phase of the story. That explains the quick update. So I hope you enjoy the ride. Thanks again to everyone who is reading and reviewing. Your feedback is truly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.
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"I'm on a mission,
And it involves some heavy touching, yeah,
You've indicated your interest,
I'm educated in sex, yes,
And now I want it bad. Want it bad,
A love game. A love game."
~Lady Gaga, 'Love Game'
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Camille winced as she touched the bruise on her left cheek. Icing it the previous night had helped somewhat, but there was still a purplish blemish on her flawless face. She hated it. Her natural beauty was one of her finest attributes. And that… Amazon, that world saving freak, had struck her numerous times. Kim Possible would pay. She was determined to make sure of that.
She was already dressed on this Thursday morning as she continued looking in the mirror. Her short red skirt and tight black top were sure to draw her a little extra attention today. She could take her time finishing up as she didn't have to be at school for another hour. Still plenty of time to find a way to cover the ugly mark on her cheek.
She groaned when she heard the doorbell ring. What kind of idiot would be up this early coming to her house? If it was some kind of salesperson she wasn't going to hold back on any insults. Then again maybe it was someone selling Pixie cookies. She did enjoy those…
Walking down her stairs she heard the doorbell ring again. This fool was really beginning to annoy her.
"Hey stupid! I'm coming!" she yelled, not even sure if the person would be able to hear her. It just felt good to vent a bit.
She pulled the front door open angrily and prepared to give the person the verbal beating of their life. Instead her words were caught in her throat.
"Hello Camille," Ron said emotionlessly.
"What do you want?"
He stared directly into her eyes without answering. She unconsciously moved her feet a bit. It was an unnerving look.
"Well?" she asked.
Rather than responding he gripped her waist with his left hand and brought her body close to him. He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face with his right hand and didn't break his gaze on her.
Her heart was beating rapidly as he brought his head close and planted a firm kiss on her lips. She struggled in his grasp and tried in vain to push him off of her. But as the kiss continued a single thought returned to her shocked mind. It could only mean one thing. He had finally caved. He was once more hers. Her world made sense again. She had finally won.
After this realization she wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss. They continued for a few seconds before he released her. She took a step backwards with a grin on her face.
"Come in," she said as she took his hand and led him inside.
Once she had closed the door behind them she turned around and was about to speak. Instead she saw his hand lash out and grip her throat. He forced her against the door while she tried desperately to pry his fingers off of her. He wasn't cutting off her oxygen, but it was definitely a position that she did not want to be in. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized that she could not break free of his grasp.
She attempted to knee him in the groin, but the attack was deflected as he brought his own leg up to block hers. They lingered there for a few moments before he finally spoke.
"You said that you wanted me to be your partner?" he asked. "You said that you were impressed by what I'm capable of? You have no idea what I'm capable of."
Even if his hand wasn't still around her throat she wouldn't have been able to speak. She was simply too terrified by what was happening to say anything. She didn't know what was going on or what he was going to do.
"At first I wondered what I should do with you. You manipulated me. You lied to me. You hurt me. For that I should destroy your world and everything you hold dear. But then I remembered the good times. Do you remember the good times, Camille?"
Her eyes remained wide and her lips remained shut. Her heart was thumping fearfully in her chest. She didn't know what he wanted her to say. Was he being sarcastic? Was it some kind of test? She decided that her best course of action would be to remain silent.
He brought his face close to hers so that their lips were nearly touching.
"I remembered the taste of your lips," he whispered before pulling his head back.
He gently ran his left hand through her bleached blonde hair.
"The smell of your hair."
His hand moved to softly touch her arm.
"The feel of your skin."
His eyes looked longingly into her own. She couldn't meet his frightening gaze and turned away.
"The color of your eyes."
He paused and glanced off to the side for a moment before returning his attention to her.
"I remembered how good it felt to hold you against me. You used to be so sweet to me when we dated. I remembered it all, and I want to feel those emotions again. I want to feel you again. And I want it to be real this time."
He frowned as she continued to avoid looking at him.
"Because you see, I realized something after constantly trying to forget about you these past few days. I hated you. I hated you so much for what you did to me. The more I hated you the more I thought about you. And the more I thought about you the more I couldn't get you out of my head. I tried so hard, but there was something about you I couldn't get over. You were my first girlfriend. I experienced things with you I hadn't before with anyone in my life. You shared a whole new world with me. A guy doesn't get over that too easily. You're like a drug, Camille. And I'm addicted to you."
He gently cupped her chin with his free hand and made her look into his eyes as he continued to speak.
"And now that I've… changed…" he said as he took time to carefully choose which word he should use to describe his new attitude. "I've reconsidered my feelings for you. I've reconsidered your explanation for doing what you did to me. I've thought about your offer too. You want a bad romance? You've got one. And you've got a partner as well. But know this. If you ever toy with my emotions again I will break you."
A malevolent grin spread across his face when he was finished speaking. Now that she knew his intentions she wasn't as afraid of him. She knew she should be afraid. His hand was still around her neck. But seeing that grin, seeing this unfamiliar aggression from him… it was hot. She felt butterflies in her stomach. The adrenaline that was flowing through her, the danger of the position she was in… it turned her on. It helped her regain her confidence as she spoke.
"I'll toy with any part of you that I want… and you'll like it," she smirked.
His toothy grin erupted with dark laughter as he released his hand from her throat. He pulled her into a lustful, hungry kiss that she returned with equal fervor. She forced herself off of the door and pushed him back up against a nearby wall. As they continued she closed her teeth on his bottom lip and bit into him. If he felt any pain he didn't show it as they separated. Her hold on his flesh was broken only after they had finally come apart.
Ron moved his tongue over his lip and detected a familiar coppery taste. But before he could do anything else he felt the sting of the back of her hand as she struck him across his face. His head was turned aside by the force of the blow. He looked back at her as she began speaking.
"Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again!" she screamed. "Do you have any idea how scared I was?"
He laughed at her sudden transition from lust to anger.
"What's wrong Camille? You don't like it rough?"
"Rough is good. I just don't like surprises," she grinned.
"Fair enough."
He moved away from the wall and started to walk toward the middle of the room. But before he could get too far Camille grabbed his arm and stopped him. She slowly walked in a circle around him, examining him up and down as she went. When she was in front of him again she looked at him quizzically.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it."
"Yeah, I figured that you would be the one person who would."
Camille thought about what he meant by that. Of course he meant Kim wouldn't. It was perfect. Now she didn't even have to manipulate him into liking her. She had finally turned Ron to her side. She couldn't wait to get to school to flaunt it in the redhead's face. But still, she had to know more.
"What made you change your mind?"
He shrugged.
"A little visit from Shego last night to remind me of my evil potential," he said casually.
She was flooded with rage when she heard his explanation. Shego? What had that green freak done that she hadn't been able to do? How was that hag able to turn him when a beautiful young woman like herself couldn't?
"There had better be more to that story," she warned him.
"What's wrong? Jealous?"
"Tell me."
He laughed at her anger once more.
"Don't get so upset, Camille. It took some help from an attitudinator to get me feeling this good. Or bad, whatever. All I know is that it feels good to be bad again."
A mix of relief and disappointment entered her mind. At least Shego hadn't been the one to make him turn his back on a life of heroism. Still though, she hadn't been able to do it either. It had taken some artificial assistance to finally make him see things her way. But then again, Barry Bonds officially held the Major League Baseball home run record. Sometimes people got away with a bit of performance enhancement. She figured that she wouldn't be picky about it. She had gotten what she wanted.
"Whatever. At least you're finally off Possible's leash."
"The Mad Dog can't be tamed."
"We'll see about that."
His eyes were drawn away from her own and to her cheek. She noticed this and moved her hand to cover the imperfection. It wasn't supposed to be seen by anyone. But he wouldn't let her hide it. He gently took her hand off of her face and looked at the bruise. He lightly brushed his thumb across the darkened mark. It caused her to pull away from him. He wasn't sure whether her reaction to his touch was because of pain or shame.
"What happened to you?"
"Kim. She hit me."
"Why?"
"Because last night I tried to get some stupid monkey head statue from her. Apparently it's important to Drakken and Shego or something."
"Monkey head…" he growled.
"You hate monkeys," she said knowingly. "I remember reading about it."
"I really do."
"I was stupid to be so direct about it. I… wasn't in the mood to do a lot of planning," she said remembering her bathroom mirror. "That's how she knew it wasn't really you."
A soft laugh escaped his lips.
"You live and you learn."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
She smiled at his brazenness. He was definitely a changed man. No one would ever push him around again.
"You know what I hate?" she asked.
"What."
"Kim."
"I know."
"Do you hate her?"
He didn't answer her right away. He looked to the floor as he thought about it. It hadn't been the response she had been expecting. She had expected him to say "yes" right away. He was evil now after all. But eventually he said the right answer.
"Yes."
"What took you so long?"
"Had to consider the reasons."
"And what did you come up with?"
"She's a good guy. I'm a bad guy. She'll try to stop me… she'll try to stop us. She put that thing inside me," he said referring to the tracking chip. "Back when I was… weak, as you put it, I was going to forgive her. I've since seen the error of my ways."
"Good boy."
"But you know why I hate her the most?"
"Why?"
He lightly wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her close to him. Two pairs of eyes were locked on each other as he answered.
"Because she hurt you."
Camille felt the breath being sucked out of her when she heard those words. He couldn't have said anything more beautiful and perfect than that. It was the stuff of a stupid romance movie. A lesser girl would have gone weak in the knees.
"So what are you going to do about it?" she wondered.
"I don't know. What should we do?"
She considered what she should say. She honestly didn't know what she should do about it. Only one vague answer came to mind.
"Ron, I wanna cause some chaos."
He smiled at her response and took her hands in his. He felt something unusual on her right hand. He lifted it up and saw the bandage.
"Did she do this too?"
She thought about saying yes. It wouldn't be a complete lie. She had punched Kim's reflection in the mirror. But she decided that she didn't need to lie to him anymore. He was hers now. Hers to do with as she pleased. And together they would wreak sweet havoc on anyone they wanted. All of his enemies… and all of hers… would suffer.
"No. That was my fault."
He nodded in understanding.
"Good. There won't be any more pain for you. But I can't say the same for everyone else."
She looked over at the digital clock on her entertainment system and saw the time.
"Want to go to school now?" she asked.
"Not really. But we have to. Who do you want to screw with first?"
She considered their options. There were a few good candidates at Middleton High School that they could torment. Since Bonnie wasn't around she went to the next best thing.
"How about Brick?"
"Brick works."
"And then Barkin," she said remembering her time in detention. And she knew that Ron hated him as well.
"Definitely Barkin."
As they locked their lips in another lustful kiss, Camille thought about how things had suddenly changed in her life. She had gone from utter defeat to complete victory overnight. She didn't know why Shego had done what she did. She would have to talk to the older woman about it. But for now she was just happy that her own plan was finally complete. He may not have been turned evil by her, but this was just as good. And it hadn't even required any extra effort on her part.
This was the beginning of a beautiful partnership.
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Kim was on autopilot as she stalked the halls of Middleton High School. The previous evening had been one of the worst experiences of her life, if not the worst. She had been so relieved when she and Ron had talked. They had forgiven each other. Everything was going to be okay. Then she had found out that it was all a lie. Another lie by that psychotic freak Camille Leon.
In her line of work Kim had had a lot of enemies. She faced injury and even death on a regular basis when she went on a mission. But she had never gotten to the point where she hated the villains who tried to harm her. Even Shego had some sliver of honor when it came to their conflicts. But not Camille. To her nothing was off limits, nothing was taboo. She had invaded every aspect of Kim's life. Camille had taken her reputation, her friends, and had even set foot inside her house. The thought of Camille hugging her while she was disguised as Ron disturbed Kim to no end. And the fact that she had been able to get so close to her family was something that scared her immensely.
As she continued down the hall she was brought out of her daze when she was nearing Ron's locker. It used to be such a great place. They used to chat about all sorts of stupid and meaningless things next to it. But now it was just a symbol for everything she had lost. It was a symbol for everything that Camille had done to her.
There they were. Both Ron and Camille were standing next to his locker chatting. She saw Camille laugh at something, but she had not heard whatever Ron had said to cause it. As she neared them she noticed Camille's eyes look up to her. Her mouth moved and Ron turned around to look at Kim. There was a sly grin on his face. Then he did something she had not expected. He motioned for her to come by him.
Something was up. Kim didn't know why he wanted to talk to her, especially with Camille around. But she wasn't about to refuse an opportunity to talk with him. If there was even the slightest chance of helping him see the truth behind Camille's lies she would take it. She stopped a couple of feet away from them.
"Hello Kim," he said with a smile.
"Hey Ron," she said cautiously.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Um, I guess. How have you been?"
"Honestly? I'm doing great. Feeling really good. Well, not good I guess. But you know what I mean, right?"
Kim frowned at his confusing answer. It didn't sound like something he would normally say. She had the expertise in that area to know too. Being best friends with someone for twelve years taught you a lot about the little details of who they were.
"Um, that's good… I guess…"
"It's better than good. It's bad."
"You're not making any sense Ron. Are you feeling okay?"
"I haven't felt this well since… I don't know. When did we go to that super villain convention thing?"
She didn't know why he had randomly brought that up. He seriously wasn't making any sense.
"Sectionals are tomorrow. Is the squad ready for them?"
Finally something that she could answer.
"Yeah. Everyone looks good. Even you," she said referring to Camille.
Camille bowed her head mockingly at the compliment.
"Thank you, captain," she said sarcastically.
"Just try not to blow it. You are the new girl after all."
"Yeah… It would be a shame if I messed up the pyramid and you fell down from the top of it. I would just hate to see you get hurt in an accident like that."
Ron burst out laughing at the comment. Kim looked at him in horror.
"Oh Camille that wouldn't be nice. We don't want to really injure her."
Kim was stunned in disbelief by what Ron had just said. How could he say such a thing?
"I guess you're right. All that violence stuff is something that only a person like she would do," she said referring to the makeup-covered bruise on her cheek.
"Yeah. We have other methods we can use on her," he agreed.
"Ron… how can you say that?" Kim gasped.
Ron smiled before he exaggeratedly turned his head to look around to see if anyone else was there. It was the middle of the hall so of course it was crowded. He brought his face close to Kim's and used his hand to unnecessarily shield his mouth from the other people.
"Because I'm a bad boy," he whispered.
He stepped back and chuckled at Kim as her eyes widened in realization to what must have happened to him. Her face filled with anguish as she slowly shook her head.
"No… please no…" she whimpered.
Her words caused him to erupt in full-blown laughter as his former best friend continued to stand there on the verge of tears. But she would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Her sadness was soon mixed with bitter hatred as she looked at Camille. Her tears were held in check as she felt her jaw clench just seeing the source of her problems.
"What did you do to him!" she yelled.
The blonde hooked her arm around one of his and looked lovingly at his face.
"Honestly, I didn't do anything," she said before looking back at Kim. "But isn't it wonderful?" she said dreamily.
"You're going to pay for this."
"How's that? Are you going to hit me again? Here, Kim?"
"No. I'm not stupid enough to fight on school grounds, especially in front of the cameras in the hall."
"Smart girl. Too bad you weren't smart enough to prevent any of this from happening. Remember how I said that I got off on watching your world crumble around you? It's even better than I could have imagined."
Kim's fists tightened when Camille was speaking. It didn't go unnoticed by Ron.
"Now now Kim, don't lose your cool," he warned her. "We wouldn't want to have our star flyer suspended before the big event tomorrow."
Kim did her best to calm herself down. She had to remember that this wasn't Ron's fault. If what she suspected was true, all of the goodness in him had been drained from his mind. What was speaking to her wasn't the Ron she knew. It was just pure evil.
"Ron, please, you have to tell me what happened to you," she pleaded. "Please let me help you."
"You know what Kim? You already did help me."
"What?"
"You helped me by putting that tracking chip in me. Without that I don't know if I could hate you the way I do right now. I guess that's what we call a blessing in disguise, right?"
Kim felt nauseous when she heard his logic. It all came back to that stupid tracking chip. Had it not been there he might only be as evil as he was several months earlier when the attitudinator was first used. But with all the resentment and anger that had been building up inside him lately he had become something far worse than before. Seeds of hatred and bitterness had been planted in him for weeks by Camille. Kim herself had cultivated those seeds when the truth about her involvement in the tracking chip had surfaced. And now he had blossomed into a dark weed oozing with venom and spite. It hurt her to see what he had become. It hurt just as much to know that she not only had a part in creating it, but to know that she could have prevented it had she simply had the courage to tell him the truth.
"Ron, this isn't you. You have to remember who you are."
"Who I was is something I want to forget. I was weak and pathetic back then. I was worthless. I was mocked and picked on by my peers. Camille tried to make me strong, but I was too stupid to realize it at the time. And now that I've been given this second chance I don't intend to let it slip through my fingers again."
"Tried to make you strong? Does that mean you know about all the stuff she did to you?"
"I do. She came clean and told me everything when I asked. Unlike someone else I know…"
"How can you stand the sight of her then?"
"What can I say… she's my bad habit that feels so good. Like I told her this morning, I'm addicted to everything about her. I'm drawn to her like a moth to a flame."
"You don't mean that! You're not evil! You're a nice, caring person. You're my best friend…"
Ron shrugged at her pleas before turning to Camille.
"Hey Camille?"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna show her who my new best friend is?"
"With pleasure."
She wrapped an arm around his torso kissed him passionately as she pushed him against the lockers. Her other hand moved around behind him where it rested firmly on his butt before giving it a squeeze. All of this was done in plain sight of the horrified Kim.
She couldn't take it anymore.
Kim ran off through the hall as they continued their public display of affection. She didn't have a destination. She didn't even remember which direction she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away from the sight she had just witnessed. She had seen many disturbing things in her life while on missions, but none were as traumatic as that. Eventually she stopped when she realized that she was far away from them. It was then that she remembered that she couldn't escape. She had every single one of her classes with him except for fourth period. And that was when Camille had him alone. Camille was right. Her world truly was falling apart right before her very eyes.
She had thought things were bad when Ron only resented her for being jealous of his girlfriend and the tracking chip. Never in her wildest dreams could have she imagined it being worse. But here it was. She felt sick. She was physically ill. The stress was too much. She couldn't be here, she couldn't take this. The nurse's office wasn't too far away. It wouldn't be a lie if she said she had to go home because she wasn't feeling well. Right now it was the only thing she wanted to do.
She took a deep breath and felt chills spreading through her body before heading toward the office. On her way she thought about what she had previously considered to be the worst experience of her life. It was nothing now. She had a new one to take its place. Again she couldn't imagine anything worse. But she had learned by now that there were just some things a human mind shouldn't be able to envision.
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Ron was alone at his locker gathering books for his next few classes. He thought about how beautifully things had gone earlier. He was right about not needing to get physical with Kim. A healthy dose of psychological warfare had been all that was needed to crush her. He hadn't seen her all day. He assumed that she had found a way to leave school rather than face the rest of the day. While he couldn't blame her for such a decision he was still disappointed. There was still so much fun to be had. Fun that she would miss.
He was snapped from his thoughts when he heard someone say his name. He turned and saw Felix next to him.
"Hey Ron…" he said uneasily.
A genuine smile crossed Ron's face when he saw his friend.
"My good friend Felix, how are you?"
"I'm okay. But I heard from Monique that you aren't."
"What could she have meant by that?"
Felix frowned. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Monique said that Kim told her you were… different."
Ron smiled as he closed his locker door and looked at him.
"I don't expect you to understand why I'm doing what I am. But I want you to know this, Felix. I have nothing but good memories of us. You have always been a loyal and trusted friend of mine. You helped me out when I needed you. You're right, we're bros. And because of this I can assure you that no harm will come to you or Monique. Pass that message along to her. I only ask that you stay out of my way while I do what has to be done."
He was about to walk away with Felix grabbed his arm and stopped him. Ron paused and looked back at him.
"Please Ron, you have to snap out of it. If you won't let Kim help you, let me help you. Like I did when we were gaming the other day."
Felix had expected some kind of angry backlash from Ron for grabbing him like that. But there was no such reaction from the blonde. Instead he just smiled again.
"Like I said, you don't understand. I appreciate your concern, but it isn't needed. I'm better than I was before. Soon you'll see that too."
Felix made no attempt to stop him the second time he walked away. He had tried his best in the time given to him. Clearly Ron wouldn't listen to him. Not that he had really expected such a miracle. If he wouldn't listen to Kim what chance did he stand?
He shook his head disappointedly as he went to his next class.
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After school Brick was walking to his car. There had been no room in the school's parking lot this morning so he had to park on the block next to it. Sometimes he wished he had started some kind of petition for the important sports stars in the school to have priority parking. But that required too much thought and effort. He saw two people near his car. He squinted his eyes trying to get a better picture of them off in the distance. But as he grew closer there was no mistake. It was Bonnie. And Ron Stoppable?
Both of them were leaning against his car chatting. They were also very close to each other. He noticed Bonnie's hand making a lot of contact with Ron's arm as they talked. It filled him with anger as he neared the vehicle.
"Hey Stoppable! What are you doing near my car?" he yelled angrily.
"Oh hey Brick. What's up?" he asked casually.
"I asked you a question, nerd. What are you doing with Bonnie next to my car?"
"Brick, I didn't expect to see you here," Bonnie lied.
"Why are you hanging out with this loser? And you still haven't answered my damn question, Stoppable!"
"Oh that. I was just checking out her headlights…" Ron smirked.
"You'd better be talking about the ones on the front of the car," Brick warned him.
"And if I'm not?"
Brick was stunned. What was wrong with Ron? He had never been so bold before. He had never truly stood up for himself like this. He would have to teach the little punk a lesson.
"Isn't Camille dating you for some weird reason? Why are you checking out Bonnie?"
"I'm a man of many tastes. And Bonnie is a woman of many tastes, if you know what I mean. I know you do."
"You little… don't talk about my woman like that."
Ron began laughing maniacally when he heard Brick's choice of words.
"Your woman? I seem to remember her dumping you at a party a couple weeks ago."
"Shut up Stoppable. You just wait until I tell Camille everything you've said. Then you'll be the one who gets dumped."
"You go ahead and do that. See if she believes you. See if anyone believes that I'm having an affair with Bonnie."
Brick growled at him and made a fist. He had heard enough. He didn't know why Ron was saying what he was, but he was going to stop it right here. He took a hard swing at the smaller boy.
Ron moved out of the way at the last possible second and Brick's meaty fist slammed into the metal of his car. He yelped in pain and began shaking his hand. He looked around and saw that Ron was still standing there smiling. It made him even madder seeing that smug look on his face. He took another swing at him.
Rather than avoiding the blow this time, Ron caught it in one of his own large palms. Brick looked in disbelief at his arm being held firm by the younger student. In a flash Ron clenched his own right fist and delivered a fierce uppercut to Brick's chin. His head snapped backwards and he fell against his car. He looked up to see Ron standing over him.
"Someone's cranky. You need a nap."
He kicked Brick's head against the bottom of his car. The impact knocked the senior out cold. Ron continued staring down at him for a moment before kneeling beside him.
"Got your keys," he said happily as he fished them out of Brick's pocket.
He opened the door to the backseat and stuffed the unconscious Brick inside before shutting the door. Next he popped open the trunk and began rummaging around in it until he found something suitable.
"Tire iron. This will do nicely," he said as he looked at the heavy piece of metal.
He turned around and looked at Brick who was standing next to him. He handed him the tire iron.
"Now you go have some fun, Camille."
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No pink gum?
Camille slowly walked around Mr. Barkin's car examining it. Of course to anyone else in the world it would look like Brick Flagg was the one circling the car with a tire iron in his hands.
No blue gum?
She thought back to her time in detention. Sure it had been fun to screw with Bonnie once she had been forced to serve her time after school. But still, she couldn't stand the fact that Mr. Barkin was so strict. She remembered how he had talked to her in his office. She remembered how he had yelled at Ron for being late to class. She remembered him giving Ron extra homework. Now it was payback time.
She was humming a happy tune as she gripped the tire iron in two hands and smashed in the right backseat window of Mr. Barkin's car. She did a twirl as she moved on to the front window and again swung the metal object with delight.
Moving around in front of the car she tapped the hood of his car with it. There was no use trying to destroy the windshield. Those things were made to withstand impact. Instead she moved to the left side.
She took a few practice strokes like a baseball player would with a bat before she lined up her shot with the left front window. She screamed with pleasure as she smashed the third window.
Before she attacked the fourth she held the tire iron as a golfer would hold a club. She planted her feet firmly to the ground as she looked down at the object in her hands.
"Camille has to land this shot if she wants any hope of staying alive in the tournament," she said mimicking the soft voice of a golf announcer on TV. "Look at the focus and concentration she displays as she prepares to take her shot. It's breathtaking to watch such a pro at work."
She swung her arms back in a huge arc before swinging and shattering the fourth window. She jumped and pumped her fist into the air with a shout of triumph.
"And she did it! Against all the odds she made the shot! This is incredible!"
She was thankful his car didn't have any kind of alarm. Looking at the four broken windows she felt satisfied… she felt pumped up and extremely energized. She would have to make sure to expend some of that energy on Ron when they got home.
Looking around she sprinted away from the school's parking lot and back to where Brick's car was parked. All in all it had been a good day. Kim's spirits had been crushed. Brick's head had been crushed. Barkin's car had been crushed. She couldn't remember the last time she had had this much fun.
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Monkey Fist entered the room Drakken and Shego were sitting in. He was not pleased. Since the debacle in Australia they had kept very little contact with each other. He wanted the Tempus Simia. And without them he couldn't attain it. Whether he liked it or not he needed them for the time being. And to see them sitting around so lazily enraged him. They should be out trying to acquire the head, not whatever it was that they were doing right now.
Drakken had his legs resting on top of the table with a bag of potato chips in his lap. Shego too had her legs on the table but was instead reading a magazine. Their slothfulness sickened him.
"What are you two doing?" he said angrily.
"Shhh!" Drakken said loudly. "Felicia is in labor with Brock's baby!"
Monkey Fist looked to the TV and saw that he was watching some awful daytime soap opera. Maybe Drakken wasn't taking this villainous plot seriously. But surely a professional like Shego would.
"Shego?"
"Yeah, I'm learning about the fifty ways to lose weight and still eat anything I want," she said pointing to her magazine.
He shook his head in disbelief. What kind of villains were they?
"Look, if we want to achieve world domination we must get the head to the Tempus Simia idol!"
"Oh right, that," she said. "Yeah, I kinda forgot about that once Kimmie got away with it."
"Do you mind?" Drakken snapped. "I'm trying to figure out if that's not really Felicia, and if she swapped brains with her twin sister!"
Monkey Fist walked over to where Shego was sitting and sat in the chair next to her. He looked at her with a serious expression on his face.
"I know that he isn't the most impressive evil specimen out there. You must be going soft being around him so much."
She lowered the magazine from her eyes and gave him a dirty look.
"I'm going soft?" she growled.
"Yes, the Shego I've heard about would have gone back and gotten the head from Kim Possible."
"Hey it's not that I'm soft. It's just that I don't care about some stupid fantasy world full of mystical monkey power and all that garbage."
"It is not garbage! It exists!"
"Yeah? So why can't you get it yourself if you're all monkeified or whatever?"
"Because Kim Possible has handed me several defeats on my own, just as she has with you and your employer. I want your help in order to defeat her once and for all."
Shego sighed. Maybe this was a good idea. She didn't care about his monkey power rants, but getting some payback on Kim did sound nice. She set the magazine down on the table and stood up.
"Let's go Drakken. We're going out," she called to him.
"But Felicia-"
"Now!" she roared as she ignited her hands.
Drakken kicked his legs in a fit like a child being scolded by his mother. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
"Fine! I hope you're happy that I'll miss the end of today's episode!"
Shego and Monkey Fist didn't care either way. Now was as good of a time as any to resume their pursuit of the Tempus Simia idol. They made their way to the hanger and soon took off in Drakken's small hover aircraft. Their next stop would be Middleton.
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Authors Note: Angsty? Yes. Fun to write? For sure. Only the beginning? Absolutely. Hopefully you guys aren't too depressed after this chapter. Thanks for reading.