A Series of Tests Chapter

9 Fighting

I sat in one of the many chairs in Draken's new "secret layer" and looked at my nails.
"Why are you moping?" Draken asked.
"I'm not moping." I stated.
"Yes you are." Stupid,
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are! Ever since you got here you've been sitting in that chair and moping. I've got it, you met a guy and I interrupted your date-" I got up,
"I'm not moping!" I screamed and plasma lit up my hands; I gave him a look that said I wasn't afraid to throw them at him. "While you've been standing around your machine, I figured out a way to kidnap Kim Possible." He looked really excited.
"Oo, please tell me!" He clapped. I laughed and then went serious.
"No."
"Why!" He whined.
"Because you said I was moping." I got up.
"Look I'm sorry; please tell me!" I walked towards my room. He followed
"Oh come on!" He continued to complain. I entered my room and closed the door behind me. I heard him groan and walk away. I smiled, thinking of ways I would torture the person who was soon to be my prisoner.

I checked my watch,
"Why do you keep checking your watch?" Asked Draken: he was wearing a pirate costume.
"What the hell are you wearing?" I asked.
"You answer first."
"Fine, I think Kim'll be here in seven minutes."
"She will not."
"Yes she will." He crossed his arms.
"No she won't."
"Wanna bet? If she's here in... Six minutes, you give me three days paid vacation. If she's not, I'll read you a bed time story every day for a month." he smiled.
"You're on."
"My turn, what's up with the stupid outfit?" He frowned.
"In case we get trick-or-treaters... And it's not stupid." I rolled my eyes. "Go put on your costume." I laughed,
"Yeah right." He glared,
"Shego, I order you to put on a costume... Or else I'll take away some of your vacation time." I groaned and went into my room to change. After I changed I got out.
"Shego, that doesn't look very appropriate."
"Deal with it." He frowned, the door ding-donged. Kids were at the door.
"Trick-or-treat!" Draken handed them some candy. I checked my watch, two minutes.

I looked at my watch, 7:30 (pm). And right on cue, Kim smashed through the window.
"You owe me money." I mouthed, he frowned.
"Kim, I wasn't expecting you to be here yet... Shego did, not I owe her money! Why couldn't you have taken one minute longer?" Kim looked at me,
"Hotel money." I mouthed, she nodded.
"Well, I'm not here to talk about you paying Shego, I'm... Wait, what are you wearing?" He pouted.
"I'm a pirate." She looked at him the same way I did, like he was an idiot (which he is).

Kim and I fought... Or talked really. Kim had already disabled the machine (no surprise there).
"This isn't really fair." She huffed as she dodged another plasma ball.
"What do you mean?"
"You're distracting me." I grinned.
"How?" She frowned.
"Seriously? You're wearing a playboy costume!" I jumped and pinned her to the floor.
"That cheer leading costume looks pretty good on you." Her breath came out faster and harder. "Ready to get abducted?" She nodded. "First, where's Ron?" She smiled.
"Told him to watch the dweebs. Said I could take you on by myself. Didn't want him saving me." I looked around.
"Ok, here's what we're gona do..."

"You captured Kim Possible!" Darken exclaimed.
"Yup, she's chained to my bed." And I love her that way. I thought.
"We going to torture her?" He said excitedly
"Correction. I will torture her."
"Alone?"
"Alone."
"Why!" She's mine! I wanted to shout.
"Because you're a guy, and the just wouldn't be right." I managed to say calmly. He frowned.
"Fine." He sat down. I started to leave. "I'll be right here!" he said as I left. I continued and opened my bedroom door. "If you need hel-" I closed my door.
"I think I'll do fine on my own." I looked over at Kim. "Now, how shall I torture you first?"

A.N. So sorry for the late update and the size. I promise to update next week! At first I was grounded for two weeks, then I got sick, then there was school and all the while I typed these on my i-pod, I couldn't figure out how to publish from there… PLEASE REPORT ERRORS! I-pods suck with spell check. Oh well. Anyway, Update=Next Saturday or Sunday