BLACK ANGEL - CHAPTER 2
HATRED CONSUMES ALL

BY: darkpower
RATING: 14
DISCLAIMERS: All copyrighted materials belong to their respective companies.
NOTES: Okay, so I finally decided to do chapter two of my Kim Possible fic (since I got a new idea for another one but realized I never finished this first one). I rewrote chapter one, so if you haven't read it before or want to see what I changed, please go do so now. The reason for the delay: My Sailor Moon fic project, the Silver Project Saga, began to take control (and please do me a favor and check out the fics in that saga, too).

I'm going to try this without the help of a beta reader. The reason for that is because my beta for End Of Innocence (the latest story in Silver Project) had told me that I might not even need one (a few fic sites require me to have stories beta read, and I trust myself more for the project that way, because that is such a huge undertaking, though not to take anything away from this fic). So let me know what you think of it.

Oh, and a warning that, in this chapter, there is the one "f-bomb" that many PG-13 movies can get away with while still being rated that. Please be aware of that, in case those words offend you. That and this fic IS somewhat angst and dark (probably darker than you might be used to for a KP fic).

"KIM!"

That was all that Ron Stoppable, Kim Possible sidekick and best friend, could scream as he heard her muffled voice, coming from the other end of the closed door of the women's restroom at the Bueno Naco. The last thing he was able to hear was her voice screaming, "NO, SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME! JUST SHUT UP!"

He, along with a few of the other patrons that was in that building, heard it and made a beeline for the door of that very room. Even though he didn't think it was right to go into a ladies' restroom, the emergency told him that immediate action needed to be taken. He rocketed into the empty restroom. He saw her friend on her knees with her hands clenching her head tightly.

"Kim, what's wrong? C'mon, Kim!" Ron skidded on both knees to tend to his fallen partner, who he found was shaking like a leaf.

The general manager of the Bueno Naco, a heavy set man about six feet tall, rushed into the bathroom upon hearing the loud commotion that had caught the attention of everyone in the store.

"Oh, my God!" the deep, raspy manager echoed. "Someone get in here quick. What the hell is going on?"

"She had that anger to me earlier," Ron answered, "then she came in here, telling someone to shut up."

"You mean that was her that yelled like that and woke Middleton up?"

"I'm sorry, Tom, she isn't normally like this. I'll get her home once I can get her to come to."

As if on cue, Kim's bloodshot eyes came wide open. "Ron, you're here?"

"Yeah, KP, I'm here," he answered. "Don't worry. I think everything is okay for now."

"My head, it's throbbing," she groaned.

"No wonder," Tom answered. "We were scared that you were having some mental relapse or seizure or something like that."

'No, more like a living nightmare,' Kim thought.

"C'mon, Kim. I'll get you back home. Tom, I'm very sorry about this."

"Don't apologize. I'm just glad she's okay," Tom answered. Ron then picked up Kim and got her to hold onto his back, up off her feet, as he started to make his trek back to her house

-xXXXXx-

Shego continued to panic inside the landlocked volcano within the uncharted isle her and Drakken had found. The fact that the mad doctor had decided to put a lair within a quasi-active volcano unnerved her enough, but it was her sudden fear of lava coupled with her partner's claim that Kim Possible couldn't be able to stop the volcano that only heightened her paranoia. If his plan backfired, they would need Kim's help to escape, something Drakken's claim had scratched out as a possibility.

Thus, she opted to stay in her makeshift cubicle that she made for herself, even though it wasn't as conditioned as before from the massive heat of the lava underneath their makeshift steel grated platforms were producing. Even if the invention Drakken made for this occasion was working better than expected, even that couldn't keep up with the heat from pure molten lava. Shego was surprised that it had lasted this long.

One way she was trying to overcome the fear was to talk to her unnamed friend on her cell phone, who she had been talking to for a few minutes now. "Yeah, he wants to turn the whole world into a volcano….No, I don't get it, either….He hasn't told me how we're getting out of her before it blows us up, too….I know. I'm not supposed to be extra tasty crispy here….It looks like he could care less about any kind of consequence….When the hell has he ever listened to me? He does his own thing, like an independent child….Okay. Damn shame you have to go now….Alright. I'll talk to you some other time, then….Ok, bye."

After hanging up, Shego slowly walked to the panel separating her cubicle to the main area of the lair, her right palm resting upon that very panel. She watch Drakken continue his construction, in which she saw that he was now beginning the hook ups to the buttons that would control the device, to make sure nothing would fail. During this, Shego began feeling a pit form within her stomach, something in which she had never felt in a long time, if ever. Once looking down at the lava one more and then to Drakken's device again, the pit only felt larger. As she looked down to the lava beneath her feet, Shego had felt something else she never felt before: horror.

"Drakken," Shego whispered to herself under her breath, "I hope you succeed. I can't stand…no, Shego, you can't admit it, even to yourself. He'll succeed." She then sighed deeply, closing her eyes. "No, I can't deny this. I don't want him to know about it."

She started whispering to herself as if she was talking to her comrade, "Dr. Drakken, please tell me, we'll get out of here alive. Please tell me you got an exit plan for us. Please, just tell me that this lava won't make me lose my life or yours. Drakken, please, just tell me," she took a deep breath, "to not be afraid, because, I am. Yes, I, Shego, is scared to death of lava."

Meanwhile, Drakken was putting the finishing touches on the contraption, the satellite that would enslave the sun's radiation to further intensify the would-be eruption. However, upon turning around from the controls, opposite of the cubicle wall that Shego had leaned herself on, he caught her out of the corner of his eye, looking at him. Although he couldn't see her entire body, a glimpse of her face gave him a reason to take another look.

"Hm?" he mumbled to himself, Shego immediately seeing that he had spotted her.

"Shit!" Shego whispered, disappearing back into her personal area.

"Shego?" Drakken asked, although he got no answer. "What were you doing?"

Shego cowered into one of the cubicle corners. 'Please don't push it! Please don't push it! Please don't push it!'

Drakken stayed put and only try to lean his head slightly to his right. Within about ten seconds, he brushed it off and continued on his project.

'God, I thought I would be done for,' Shego thought as she breathed a sigh of relief. 'Why do I feel like this? I can't be scared of anything. I shouldn't be scared.' She then crawled over to the edge of the very wall she was before once more. 'Drakken, this plan will work, right? The lava will make everyone bow at our feet, right?'

She tried not to, but she eventually looked down at the lava, which, at that moment, one of the bubbles made from the lava popped loudly right underneath her feet. She crashed onto her backside and gasp loudly. As her eyes widened, she put her hands behind her and raced herself in a rapid pace backwards to the first wall she found. She could feel her heart racing as well as her breaths in a consistent, deep, fast rhythm.

'Oh God,' Shego thought. 'All the power I have, and I can't handle a little lava?' She closed her eyes once more. 'Drakken, please, just give Kim Possible a chance to save us if this goes wrong. Give her some avenue. If she can't save us from a catastrophe, I don't know who the hell can. Drakken, please, for me.'

She opened her left eye slightly to try to look at the lava, only to shut it again just as quickly. As she tried to stand up, she could feel a thick tear stream down her cheek, although she never acknowledged it in thought or out loud.

-xXXXXx-

Ron had told Kim's mom and dad about her being sleep deprived. There was not much else he could say to them. He was glad that they trusted him with her as he led Kim to her room.

Kim woke up a few minutes after on her bed, seeing the face of her freckled friend. "Ron, you there?"

"Yeah, Kim."

"I'm sorry, about everything I said. You're the best friend someone can have. If I had more sleep, maybe I would've been in a better mood today."

"It's alright, Kim. The stress of everything coupled with that lack of sleep always leads to some cranky moods. My uncle certainly invented that, I can almost swear to it."

"Tom was dead wrong, though. I was fully aware of what was going on. I was seeing someone else in that bathroom, as if I was trying to fight from saying those things, and to stop whatever it was from doing it again."

"Don't worry about that right now. Just get some rest. You sure as hell need it."

"Will do, Ron."

"I gotta get back home or my parents will kill me. I'll see you later, KP. And, from me, you're grounded until you get that rest, you hear me?"

With a smile on her face, Kim responded, "I'll be sure to do whatever I can to restore my privileges."

"In that case, I'll see you later," Ron smiled at her before leaving.

Kim looked around her room once more. She could only stare at the pictures on her dresser to her left, which were of Ron, her family, and even herself.

"If that thing did anything to hurt you, I wouldn't know what to do. I can't hurt my family, can't hurt you."

She couldn't help but yawn loudly. It was only around five in the afternoon, but she was fighting to stay awake at this point.

"I'm damn sure sleepy, not sure why. Maybe I am somewhat deprived. Should get some…rest."

Before long, she fell fast asleep without even the covers going up or her shoes coming off.

-xXXXXx-

Kim was in a pitch black room with no floor, though she could've sworn that she was on some invisible walkway. She walked forwards, seemly in the air, when she saw her double standing there waiting for her.

"I've been expecting you, KP! How did you like my little way of getting you to talk to me?"

"You made me go to sleep?"

"Why not? You made everyone think you went without any sleep. Why not make it true?"

Kim felt the same hatred that she felt back at Bueno Naco. "What the hell are you doing to me? You got me to yell at Ron, embarrassed me, and almost made me go insane."

"That's right, KP. You wanted to tell Ron what for. He's been blowing you off for months, maybe even years. It was time you showed him who is the boss in your missions."

"The hell he has! He proved his friendship to me when he helped me even after you made me say those things to him! I couldn't live with myself knowing I yelled at him like that."

"Oh, but you have before."

"Never like that! Never have I questioned his friendship to me! He and I go way back. Further than you could ever imagine!"

The figure developed a small smirk. "That's because he's been using you. Think about it, KP. It's not you that's getting all the praise. You're boy doofus for a partner has been hogging the spotlight from day one."

"No, he hasn't."

"Why are you still living in denial? And even if there was a small chance that your words would be true, do you really think that excuses what you did in that bathroom to that mirror? You still have yet to even put a bandage on that wound on your wrist yet. How Ron missed that big thing is beyond me."

Kim looked to her right wrist to see that the cut had indeed failed to heal, and it was as visible as ever. 'How in the…? And I still don't feel any pain from it?'

"Who are you kidding, really? C'mon, KP, admit it. You have anger within you that you want to surface, and you are trying to deny it's there. I want for you to let yourself accept me, your innermost anger."

Kim shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. "No, I will not! You're not a part of me! Sure, I've shown anger, but never the way you think I would want or need to. You're just a parasite; some virus trying to eat at me. It won't work!"

"Oh really? I think it's already happening to you. You're surfacing your anger in order to try to get rid of me. You're showing anger about you being angry. What a joke you are," the figure said with a slight giggle.

"You think this is funny?"

"Oh yes; you, thinking that you could actually suppress me." The figure approached Kim swiftly, with Kim frantically looking back and forth.

"What are you looking for, KP? This is who you are. I'm just a part of you."

"No, you're not." She then felt the figure put a hand to her hair.

"KP, what are you afraid of? I'm nothing you don't already know. Feel me, KP. I'm a part of your soul. Relax, and let your innermost feelings become one."

Kim could only squirm and cry as the figure stroked her hair for a few seconds, then whimpered loudly as she shoved her double away. "Get away from me!"

"Ooo," the figure said as she was violently shoved away. "Feisty! I wonder if you are like that all the time when anyone else touches you."

"JUST TO YOU! I'M NOTHING LIKE YOU, YOU SICK FU…," Kim began before biting her tongue.

"Go ahead, KP! What were you saying? What were you going to call me?"

"No, I'm not going to give you that luxury. I've never used that word, and I never will."

"Oh, give me a break, KP. You're no Mary Sue. You know how to say that word. What's so wrong about it, anyway? God knows you already used other words like it. Besides, I'm you, and I know full well what you wanted to call me! C'mon, KP! Seduce yourself with the anger that you have in your soul! What do you think of that, huh? What do you think of all that pent up anger? Those people lean on you and are unable to help themselves, they stress you out to no end. They're too lazy to help themselves, yet you are expected to wait on them hand and foot, Kim! I know it's in there. It's making you tense, stressed, and angry. C'mon, KP. Let it out. You know you want to."

"No, I won't. I'm not giving in to your pressure!"

"Ha! Don't you understand that you already given your soul to your own anger?"

"My anger is only to you. Leave me alone!"

"Not a chance, KP! You're a weak, pathetic human being without me! Even if it's to me, it's anger that you never thought possible." She then approached her once more. "I would hate to see you not being able to defend yourself or your own dignity."

Kim started to step back a bit as she began to growl. "Stay away from me!"

"Or you'll what, KP? Push me again? C'mon, you know you want me to stay in your soul. In fact, I think you've already made some use of it. Turn around!"

Kim abided, and, to her surprise, the black space that had previously been behind her was replaced by the inside of Bueno Naco.

"How the hell?" Kim asked, gasping upon seeing the scene. The restaurant was empty, but the doppelganger came up beside Kim.

"Maybe you should look in that booth over there. I believe it's something that should cause you to be happy, even if you don't realize it."

Kim cautiously made her way over to her usual booth, the booth that was her and Ron's usual place to sit. She nearly made her way to Ron's place in the booth when she suddenly noticed some blood on the floor, and her white shoes having been covered in red crimson. "My God! What the hell?"

"C'mon KP," the doppelganger coached, "look who it is."

Kim slowly poked her head over to the very spot, the blood making her all the more cautious. When she saw blond hair coated with red, she knew who it was: Ron Stoppable. His face was recognizable to her, even in a crimson mask. He had several cuts and bruises, as if he was hit by a truck. He was completely lifeless, a fact that Kim found out by nudging his shoulder without a response.

"Oh, my God," Kim said softly, her mouth open in disbelief. "No, this can't be. Ron, no!" She could not contain her tears which flowed down her face from both eyes. She tried her best not to scream or to say anything.

"I think you did this, KP. Wait, scratch that. I know you did. Your hands alone prove it."

Kim responded by slowly lifting her palm near her face to see what she meant by that. When she did, she saw smeared blood, all over her hand, and looking at her other hand, she saw the exact same thing, making her step backwards a few steps.

"See what I mean," the doppelganger said, approaching Kim. "That's Ron's blood on your hands. You did this, KP! You showed him what happened when he stabs you in the back like he did today, did you?"

Kim's fear turned into sheer anger, dropping her arms to her sides and clenching her fists, trembling, slowly turning her head to the doppelganger. "You little," she began to say quietly, but then finished by screaming, "YOU BITCH!" She whipped around and clenched the double's throat tightly with her still blood stained hands, lifting her up the wall as if to try to choke her out. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "MURDERER!YOU DID THIS!"

"There we go," the doppelganger said, seemly unaffected by Kim's choke. "That's the KP I know. Let it out. You're best friend was just killed, and you did the deed."

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" she screamed again, slamming the impostor's head against the wall.

"Yeah, KP, let me hear it! Damn it, it's inside of you! You can't hide from something you are!"

"This is not me! I'm not you! Bring Ron back!"

"I can't. You killed him. He's now your liability."

"No! I never touched him! This is your illusion! YOUR SICK GAME! I'm sick of it!"

"Sick of what? Your madness? You know it's a part of you, you even doing it now, and you still deny it's there? You really are as weak as I thought you would be! Don't worry, you'll accept it soon enough. Ron is done for, and that blood you have on your hands proves that you are a cold blooded murderer!"

"NO! SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Kim screamed as she threw the doppelganger at that moment across the room, her body slamming against a few of the tables and chairs. However, as soon as she done that, the doppelganger disappeared, and Kim was in a daze.

"No. She can't be," Kim then said to herself. "She can't be…right. I lost it. She made me say that word, and I…oh my God, what did I just say, what did I just do?" She widened her eyes suddenly, "RON!"

Kim ran back to Ron's limp body. Not caring about the blood staining her clothes and body, she slowly drug his lifeless body out of the booth and held him up gently. "Ron, say something! Anything! Don't do this to me! I would never do this to you, ever! I never meant those things I said! I never thought it could ever come to this! C'mon, Ron, please don't leave me here!" She knew he was dead, and her heart was just now accepting that fact. "No! Ron, God, no! Why?" She gripped the edge of the booth cushion tightly and screamed out as loud as she could.

-xXXXXx-

Her eyes shot open, the scream in her dream somehow being her alarm. She had slept into the night, though the darkness of the room gave her at least some peace.

'What the hell?' Kim thought. 'I was dreaming again. She couldn't have gotten me to-no, she's only a figment of my imagination. She couldn't be real.'

She eyed Ron's picture. 'Ron, you know I would never hurt you! Ever! I couldn't live with myself to do that to you, at all! She was just controlling me!'

She sat up and put her feet onto the carpet. She found it weird that she didn't hear anything going on downstairs. She stood up and walked down the steps, only to see the lights being out. One of the clocks read, "12:34 AM".

'Damn, so I was tired. I have to get some air. But the curfew, and where would I go?' She wandered downstairs, though trying to sneak past anyone who might have been downstairs. She didn't know where to go, though the warm night made the walk through Middleton more than bearable. She walked out the door when she got the perfect idea of where she could be completely alone, though she hoped no police would question her.

-xXXXXx-

"Process complete. Only a few more hours and this bad boy will be ready to go."

Shego cracked a small smile at Drakken's proclamation. She knew he was to set his plain into motion tomorrow, though she wished that the sun could never rise again. She tried to show enthusiasm, though found it hard to do so. If she could just keep her eyes off the steaming, boiling lava, she would be in much better shape. She was beginning to sweat a little, and she couldn't make out if it was from her panic attacks, or from the conditioning invention beginning to fail. She gave it two more days before they would roast in there; no more than that.

"Now, Shego, tomorrow, we launch this puppy. And the sun will do the rest."

"What if it rains, though?" Shego said. "Surely, that would keep you from being able to do anything."

"No rain in sight. The sun will come out, I am sure of it. When it does, and it hits this satellite, it will be all she wrote for this world, unless they succumb to me. No one in the world will stop me. I will be their god."

'Their god? Is this god going to save us if we are the victims? Please, Drakken, for me, rethink this.'

Drakken looked back towards the spaced-out Shego. "Shego, what's wrong?"

Shego suddenly shook her head and looked at Drakken. "Their god, eh? Wondering how to get used to that: Drakken, a god!"

"Might weird them out at first, but you know, old habits die hard. Gotta get some rest, though. The big day is tomorrow."

Shego waited until Drakken skidded off to what she hoped to his quarters for sleep, to make her move. "I have to delay this somehow. If I can stop it from working, he'll need to repair it. I need more time to get over my fear of this place. Why am I so scared of the lava, though? Why am I going through the panic attacks?"

A green aura engulfed Shego's hands as she pointed them towards the controls. She narrowed her eyes and never took them off of her target. However, she could see the lava haunting the corners of her eyes. That was more than enough for her to lower her now shaking hands.

"You failed at saving them, saving our families from the fire, Shego. Some hero you are," she heard from beyond the molten, a male voice.

"Ok, now I know I'm losing it," she told herself. "The lava's talking to me. This is just too much."

"My daughter is gone because of you," rang another voice inside her head, this time female. "You're a damn failure. Why couldn't that GO Team just fire you? You don't deserve anything. You're a murderer."

"My God," Shego gasped. "Is that why I am so scared? It was because of what happened that day. That village burned down because of the lava that was coming down from the volcano. It was there for years without incident." She now had a reason to look down at the molten core. "Who are you, and why are you doing this to me? Please, tell me!"

She started hearing many other voices, no longer caring about who they were coming from.

"You shall burn in the fires of Hell, for all eternity. May God have pity upon your soul. You made everything worse."

"I tried my damnest to stop the lava from destroying your homes. What is it that you want me to hear?"

"You deserve death."

"No, I wanted to save all of you! I truly did, but you didn't move when I was trying to urge all of you to get out of there."

"Here, mom, I found some lava that was still hot. We can use it to burn her. Make her feel it."

"What?" Shego whispered to herself. "I couldn't be hearing the voices of that day…!" She began to yell out, "No, please, don't remind me of this. I don't want to remember this. Please, God, don't. No more."

The next thing Shego heard was the screams of a young teenage girl, as if she was being burned. The screams frightened her, as Shego was forced to one knee by an invisible force.

"Heh.Look at her: squirming, begging for us to stop. We begged the lava to stop, for you to help us stop it. Instead, you let it kill our children, our village."

"I was only thirteen," Shego said to herself, her entire body quaking with fear. "I couldn't do anything on my own to stop that lava, though I did all I could. I swear I did. No more, please. I've heard all I've wanted to hear."

She only heard more screams of the young girl. This time, she could've sworn she heard the sounds of the lava actually hitting bare skin. She tried to hold back the tears she felt trying to run down her eyes.

"Do you think she suffered enough?"

"No, it's not enough for the devil's daughter."

Suddenly, Shego heard the girl screaming, "I'm sorry! Please, stop, I'll do anything to make you stop!"

"I SAID, NO, MO…," Shego screamed. However, before she could finish her words, she had to jump away for her life from a sudden lava drop that popped up from a bubble. The lava hit the grating right where she had jumped from. She stood frozen on the foundation of the satellite, panting heavily.

"Shego," said a very familiar voice, "was that you I heard?"

"Huh," Shego blurted out. She turned to see Drakken standing there.

"I was about to hit the sack, but I heard you screaming. Were you hearing things?"

Shego stared at the volcano wall for a few moments before answering. "Yeah, you're right. I think I'm just hearing things. Thought there were people in the lava. Crazy, huh? It must be the heat playing tricks on me."

"Tell me about it. Sometimes I wonder if this is too huge of a plan. Don't worry, though. We'll be out of here tomorrow, and all will go according to plan, I'm sure of it. This world will crumble in the heat of the lava. I must get some sleep now. The day is tomorrow. You should get some sleep, too, Shego. Perhaps that's the other reason why you're hearing things."

Shego could not say anything to him. She just watched him walk back to his sleeping quarters without any other concern. After, she looked down at the lava once more. "They never healed. Nothing did. Not the scars, my feelings, or my lack of faith in people. I hated them for it. How inhuman could anyone ever be?"

She walked up to one of the guard rails on the platform and looked out towards the sea of lava, finally letting her tears fall. "Why are you doing this to me? I know now that's why I'm so scared. But I can't show it to Drakken. To him, I'm Shego. Kick ass and ask questions later. That's why I am to him. I never show any fear or express any doubt. I'm his sidekick. I know I shouldn't be happy with being just that, but at the same time, if it was for anyone else, I would've left by now. I want him to be happy, even if it's something that is scaring the living shit out of me. I can't ever tell him. I'm sorry, Doctor D, but you must never know."

She looked up to the wall that she had been yelling at earlier. "It wasn't jealousy that made me hate everyone and thing. I never got jealous of my Team GO comrades. They did everything to help me, and I would've done anything for them. No, it was inhuman people like those on that island that day that made me such a bitch. Dishonest, backstabbing, inhumane people. If I never got burned that day, I would've still been in Team GO right now. I couldn't tell them the truth, either. Whatever they are doing right now, I hope they can forgive me. It was never their fault."

-xXXXXx-

Kim's destination was smack in the middle of the Old Middleton Municipal Bridge. It once linked the city to the rest of America, or at least Pennsylvania. Kim could've sworn she could've seen the Pittsburgh skyline from the bridge, although she knew it was an hour drive North of her before she could get there. As a three pillar, single-arched suspension bridge spanning the Middleton River, she always knew she could access it as a way to get some peace and quiet. It was closed to traffic, but people could still walk across it. At least she knew no one cared if they did, anyway. To her right was the newer bridge that was built a year ago. It was the same type of bridge, only lighted and too far away for any of the traffic on it to be of any concern to her. Besides said lighting, it was pitch dark on the older bridge, and was near silent besides the trees ruffling in the wind and the water below her. It was her place of Zen, and no one else knew about it.

'I swore to myself that I'd never use that word towards anyone or say such things,' she began thinking as she looked at the majestic reflection of the pale moonlight on the rippling water. 'I know it was just a dream, but it still frightened me. That thing was trying to tell me that I was capable of hurting people, especially Ron. I wouldn't dare even think of hurting anyone I care about. But…oh, God, if she's able to bring that sort of side out of me, then what's stopping her from making me do anything else she wants me to do? I know I haven't been able to stop her. I need to find some way to just ignore her and get her to leave me alone.'

She got back to her feet and walked towards the stone blockade that prevented traffic from using the bridge. As she began to go around it, though, she felt a sharp pain within her chest, which made her double over in pain. Her eyes winced to the point where tears began pouring out of them.

"What the hell?" Kim grunted as she fell to one knee, clenching her heart with her right hand.

"Here I am, KP! What, did you miss me?" It was the clone, no doubt.

"What…are you…doing…to me," Kim gritted, clenching her teeth in pain.

"I'm not doing anything, I swear. This is your emotions. You're at a loss of what to do. You don't want to hurt anyone, but you know you should defend yourself. You have been the good little choir girl all your life, and now that you've seen yourself for who you truly are, you're being forced to think and say and do things that you've never had to before. As much as I'd love to see you realize what I've been telling you, this is all you."

"Let…me…go!"

"I can't. I have no control over your physical pain!"

Kim could only feel her pain worsen. She then fell to both knees and doubled over once more with both hands clenching her stomach. She groaned violently in pain as she tried to make it stop.

"KP, don't hide it. Why are you continuing to hide it?"

"Because…won't let…you win."

"You really are dense. How many times must I tell you before you will believe me? I'm a part of you. You win either way. You need me; you crave for me to come out. Your fear of hurting others needs to go away."

"I don't desire…to cause them…pain."

"The hell you don't! Deep down, you feel as though these people who keep asking you for help are dumb and too lazy. Who was it that you wish would've had his building torched down to show him how lazy he was?"

Suddenly, Kim's pain turned into panic, a gasp escaping her. 'She could not possibly know that.'

"It was that hotel owner who put his whole life savings into his business only to nearly having everything he worked for burn down because he forgot to check the heaters and called you when it got bad."

'He caught the entire third floor ablaze because he turned his heater on too high without checking any of the pressure valves on the pipes. I did think that, for a brief second, if that. I never mentioned it because I knew how much he put into that hotel.'

"And what was the stuff you wanted to say when that George Vitel kid wanted to go out with you?"

'No, that was like, in a deep, dark, buried pit of my soul. Why; how does she know this?'

"What was that you thought he was? Oh, yeah, I remember now: a disgusting, fat slob of a person who couldn't get a date with a soul in that school. You thought someone like him was too much of a freak for a beautiful lady such as yourself."

'I…never felt so awful in my life before then. I felt sorry for even thinking such a thing, much less me wanting to say it to him. I hid in my room for two hours crying because I felt so damn guilty. I even lost sleep over it.'

"And when you found out about that Japanese girl having deep feelings for Ron, what did you really want to do to her?"

'No, not that.' Kim felt her pain residing, at least to where she could stand on her feet again.

"C'mon, KP, you're wimping out. You pictured her with her throat pulled out, did you?"

'I…did. And that was…strong, too.' Kim shook her head rapidly before yelling, "What is this all about? Why bring this stuff up?"

"I know a lot about your anger, KP. I really, really want you to feel what anger is really like. Let me seduce you with letting your true feelings show."

"I can't. I'll hurt too many people." Kim got no answer. Wherever the voice was coming from, it was gone now.

"How did she know about all that?" she asked herself. "Especially with George. I had no interest in being his girlfriend. But still, she was wrong. He was also a kind and very smart person who told me I would be a great cheerleader. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be a cheerleader now. She brought Ron up again, too. What with her obsession with him? Why is it that she wants me to snap towards him? I already did that! Is there something about him that threatens her? God, what else does that thing know about me. I need to go back..." She was interrupted and startled by the beeping of her Kimmunicator. "Damn, I forgot I even had it. But what's going on now?"

She found Wade on the other end, panicked himself. "Kim, sorry for calling you so late, but I think this needs serious attention. That uncharted volcano we were talking about? I think the tracker picked up something that you should see."

Kim looked at what Wade was showing to her on his map. The sensor placed the cursor on the same area as before, but now in one specific spot. The readings, however, were showing abnormal heat readings for a normal active volcano that was about to erupt.

"What the…?" Kim gasped.

"Exactly, and this is definitely above ground. It's on some sort of uncharted island. I'm sure of it now."

"So this means that basically…"

"If that volcano is allowed to erupt at this state, however it's giving me those readings, then the eruption won't be contained to just that island. It'll be like a bomb, blasting..."

"…to the ends of the Earth! But how are we supposed to stop a damn volcano from erupting at all, much less to that extent? I know I said I could do anything, but I never imagined that would have to include stopping a volcano from blowing."

"Well, I know how hot volcano lava can get, and it never gets THAT hot. My thoughts are, it's coming from an outside source. Someone is manipulating the heat of the lava."

"And when it blows, it's going to swallow whoever is causing it into the lava with it."

"This is very dangerous, Kim, more than I originally thought. If we don't do something, not only will this volcano destroy the island, but it has the chance of bellowing lava into the sky, and then the unthinkable will happen."

"Hell on Earth, just like…" Kim began. She interrupted herself with a loud gasp.

"What the," Wade asked, hearing Kim's panic. "What's wrong?"

'That nightmare I had last night. Middleton was destroyed, and everything was red. Just like what that thing told me I did in the dream. This can't be happening.'

"Kim? Oh, Kim? Talk to me, please. Say anything."

"Wade, we need to get to that volcano. Can you think of anyone that we can ask to get there?"

"Not without confusion. They would be on a wild goose chase unless they knew exactly where to look. But I can see what I can do. We need to get there, you're right, but we're sitting ducks unless we know someone that can find this volcano. But Kim, go ahead and go home. I'll try to have a ride for you by morning."

"Thanks, Wade."

"No problem." Kim put the device away and looked towards the night sky. "This cannot be happening. If this is your doing, I won't let you win, no matter what you try to do to me. I won't let you use me to hurt anymore people that don't deserve it." She sighed before heading back home.

-xXXXXx-

Shego was in her quarters, and she tried to get some sleep. She was finally able to, though with a heavy sigh before closing her eyes. She tried to clear her mind before falling asleep in the twin sized, white sheeted bed.

-xXXXXx-

"Get everyone out of here! I'll try to slow it down some!" a young Shego shouted to the people of the village that was at the base of the volcano. Shego could see her young self try to stop the lava flow before it was too late. A small village with about sixty people populated the island in which the young Shego had gone to following a distress call to the island.

"No, we can't leave our past behind. You have to do something to save this town," said a man out of Shego's field of vision. The huge volcano was already erupting at a violent pace, and the young Shego was scared that anyone that was in the immediate path was going to be caught if they didn't evacuate.

"There's no time! Get your kids out of here, and now!"

The young Shego turned her attention to the lava and began shooting her green shots at the lava, trying to at the very least cool it down to keep the damage to a bare minimal.

'No matter what I tried, I couldn't stop it,' Shego thought as her dream of her day of infamy played out in front of her

Nonetheless, the young Shego, only ten at the time, continued to shoot at the lava, though it was having no effect.

"No, it can't be," the younger Shego said to herself. "Why isn't anything working? It should've cooled it by now."

She then turned to the citizens of the village, and demanded, "You need to evacuate! I can't stop the lava!"

The villagers, however, refused to even budge.

"We spent too much into this town to let it die," said another villager.

"I'm trying to save your town, but it's coming too fast and my powers aren't even fazing it. You must save yourselves and your children first. You can replace this village. You can't replace your lives," the young Shego yelled out, the rumbles coming from the volcano becoming so loud that it was now drowning out any voice that wasn't shouting.

"This is our lives. Our children need to grow up here, we've grown up here, just like our parents and grandparents did. All will be lost."

One of the children began to run, an act that Shego was happy for, until her mother grabbed her and held her into her arms. "No, don't you dare leave my side."

"Mommy, I'm scared!" yelled the girl.

"No reason! She will save us all, just as we are telling her to."

The younger Shego gasped at the woman, while the older counterpart could only sigh in disgust. 'That kid was smarter than all of the rest of the villagers combined. She did the one thing that could've saved her, and her mother pulled her back into the path of the lava while you ordered me around like I was your slave. Why? Why were all of you so damn stubborn?'

"I wish I could, but I can try one more time," shouted the young counterpart and began to shoot at the lava with all of her power, again and again, a continuous stream of green was shooting out of her hands, and through it all, the lava refuse to even be fazed by her power.

"What's wrong with you? You can't stop a little bit of lava?"

At this point, the young Shego clenched her teeth and bit her tongue in the hopes of stopping herself from saying something she was going to regret, not from her being unable to stop the flow, which was getting dangerously close to the wooden houses that made up the village, but because the villagers wouldn't listen to her and then berated her. Finally, finding words that would be stern but non-offensive, she yelled out, "Even I have my limits! I can't stop this lava before it burns your houses down! I am sorry, but your only hope for your safety is to get the hell out of here before it turns into a living hell!"

"I will not leave anything behind. Nothing will keep me from leaving this place," a third villager said, still refusing to even move one step.

Shego was just about to scream out her frustration when one of the rock pieces that blew from the volcano hit the back of her head. The rock knocked her out, though it made her fall and tumble out of the lava's immediate path. The villagers saw the liquid scorching plants, trees, and now buildings. A few villagers let the lava almost burn their toes off before they decided to run.

"No wonder you all blamed me! You all were too damn dumb to realize your own mistakes. You were stubborn, and you wore your stubbornness like a badge of honor." Shego walked over to her younger self and knelt to tend to her. "Your nightmare isn't over yet, I'm afraid. The worst of it is yet…"

"Shego, how dare you?" The voice made her freeze. That was a different voice than the rest of the villagers, though it was all too familiar. "You interfered with my plans for world conquest."

"Oh, my God! That can't be…"

"Please, whoever you are, let me go!" she heard the younger Shego scream.

The elder woman tried to refuse from turning to see what she had already guessed. However, she knew she had to sooner or later. When she finally did, she found Drakken, all alone with the younger Shego. Her counterpart was tied up to a metal pole, struggling to get free. "Drakken! What are you doing here?"

"I'm not going to let you fail me again! I'm cutting my losses now. You say you're afraid of lava?" He pulled off the younger's gloves, exposing her milky white hands.

"No, Drakken, please don't do this! I know you are supposed to be evil, but please don't do what I think you'll do!"

Drakken bent down towards his feet and pulled up a small metal bucket. "Here we go! At least I know how to hold it so I won't get scorched from the lava, eh?"

"For the love of God!" the younger cried. "I never meant to hurt anyone!"

"No, Drakken, she didn't! I know you'd rather make her serve you! You're better than to harm this kid!"

"Shut up! I knew you were afraid of lava! Let's see what happens when it touches you!"

Shego saw him begin to tip the bucket. She knew what was coming, and she knew she couldn't do anything to stop him from pouring it all over the younger's bare hands. However, she tried to plead and beg some more, though she wasn't getting anywhere. As she saw the lava nearing its exit point, she turned away. She couldn't watch anymore, and she could've done without the younger's screams.

"Yeah!" she heard Drakken yell. "Scream like the pathetic wretch you are! I hate you, Shego! Go to Hell!"

"No, you cannot mean that!" the elder cried. She heard the younger's scream echo across the island.

-xXXXXx-

She shot up from her bed in a pool of sweat. She didn't know if it was from the heat or the nightmare, but Shego felt the perspiration dripping from her face and a severe loss of breath. She jumped to her feet and collapsed head first onto one of the walls of her living quarters, slinking over and coughing.

'Please, at least let me breathe. Oh, my God, I can't breathe!' Shego tried to take deep breaths, but could not. She turned away from the wall and slid down, still grasping her breast region, hoping that it would let her get a deep breath.

"Dr…Drakken," she tried to yell out, "I…I need you. Please…help! I can't…breathe…the lava…I think it's…"

She collapsed and passed out on the steel grating, though she could still breathe enough to not die. The only sounds were the running machines around her and the boiling lava, which, if Shego was conscious, could know that it was throwing huge chunks of ash up into her nostrils and into her lungs. There was no one around to warn her about that danger, and the more she breathed in, then shorter of breath she became.

Although she didn't meet it yet, Shego was close to death.

Please review for me. I've been trying to do something not many others have tried before for this plot. I'll try to get chapter 3 going ASAP (it won't even be half as long as it took me to do chapter 2).

Good night and good luck.