It was as the Possible family said goodnight to one another as they worriedly left the table one by one to retire for the evening, that a tall figure clad in a dark outfit cautiously crept through dark and deserted alleys of the usually bustling and upbeat streets of Middleton city.
She walked fast, hunted by her fears as she counted the number of minutes dividing her and her destination which she was eager to reach as quickly as possible before the stupid meddling red haired brat came once again to ruin her beautiful plan.
But even if the annoying Kim did come the figure thought gleefully to herself, she'd still be under the cover of darkness. A cover that only a super heroine hardened by years of near impossible battles like Shego had truly mastered.
Just about every citizen in Middleton happily rejoiced in the very existence of the prodigy known to the probably the entire known world as the Kim Possible. Not the case for the dark haired woman who was now darting from alley to alley in search of that huge diamond which the Middleton bumpkins had been stupid enough to store in the main exhibit of a big museum.
Artists drew comics and authors made stories to embellish the heroic feats of Kimberly "Kim" Ann Possible, each one more exaggerated and over the top than the last so that by the sixth edition of the comic series, Kim had been written to secretly possess superpowers and to have actually been born from a long line of other even more powerful demigods.
A long line of half human half gods beings with unimaginable powers too mighty to be described which ended with our Kim Possible.
"The only one with any supernatural powers around this block, is me." sneered Shego sarcastically when she saw the line of children and adults alike pushing to get into the comic shops. "And soon I'll be using those to fry little Kimmie and her stupid friend to crisps." she said as she briefly glowed green plasma on her hands to make her point to no one in particular.
But knowing just how stupid the family of Kim's was to give her such strict curfews, Shego guessed that by this time of the night that her sworn enemy was sound asleep in bed sucking her thumb or at least in the shower taking a long comfortable wash not knowing that Shego was already in the process of enacting another evil scheme.
An evil scheme which was bound to Kim, and by extension her stupid sidekick Ronald so mad when they found out they were too late this time.
Shego very nearly laughed out loud when she thought of the look on their horrified feelings.
"I love being evil" sighed Shego happily as she sprinted a few more steps to finally reach the back wall of the museum.
As she had expected, the museum had not bothered to put guards on this side of their cheaply run establishment so no one noticed a thing as Shego fished out two climbing spikes from the small and light rucksack she had brought with her on this heist and began to climb.
For any normal unskilled man or woman this task would have taken perhaps all night and then some, but the years of being a hero and survivor of many battles for justice which Shego preferred not to reflect on had made this woman very agile and light on both her hands and feet.
One could scarce tell the difference between her and a monkey that had been granted the web throwing powers of spiderman, as she scaled the stony edifice quickly and efficiently, not even needing to pause for breath when she reached the top.
It was here that things began to fall apart.
Being so overconfident in her abilities had made Shego cocky and combined with the snarky glee of the huge sense of satisfaction of a plan gone well meant that Shego had misjudged her step slightly when she put a foot onto the thin top of the wall where she could briefly stand before carefully and safely drop onto the ground below.
Not helping matters was how the rainstorm early this morning had made the surface very very slippery.
Shego had been busy engrossed in a thought about her rival Kim going red in the face and stamping the ground with smoke coming out of her ears shouting "I'll get you Shego", when all of sudden the slippage occurred.
She slipped out of her stupor quickly enough to realize she was going to hit the ground hard. And by that time it was already too late to even try to scream let alone try to lessen the impact of the fall. For most less prepared anyone.
The former heroine's quick reflexes meant she registered the grim situation she had quickly found herself in quickly enough to let out a shrill, blood curdling howl as the ground came quickly at her like the Hollywood tower elevator ride at a fairground when it was speeding down at the ground in an attempt to scare the riders out of their pants.
Except that those riders had safety bars. Shego unfortunately did not.
A brief image of Kim and Ron singing and dancing over her bloodied and mangled corpse quickly flashed up before her eyes, which she would later say to herself was nothing more than a panic induced hallucination caused by her uncharacteristically overreacting.
Then the world quickly went black as she fell headfirst into the tough gravel paved ground of the museum garden.
First her head and then quickly her chest seized up with pain as Shego wished for death to come as quickly as it could and throw her into the deepest and hottest pit of the underworld where her and other notable villains deserved to be.
A brief ringing in her ears as a blurry image of something she could make no guess to came through the darkness which had just engulfed her vision.
Then void and a feeling of not feeling anything.
It was still dark outside when Ann was woken by the sound of loud ringing.
Still groggy and weary from a very uneasy night spent worrying about just what her daughter had gotten into this time, she managed eventually to grab the phone with a fumbling hand.
She was still stifling loud yawns as the doctor on the other end of the phone explained the late night emergency that had just taken place involving a severe casualty at the museum. A guard who had wandered outside for some fresh air had seen the badly injured would-be robber and quickly dialled for emergency services.
It was when the doctor began to describe the casualty's long and smooth black hair and bizarre green outfit that the tiredness that had come over the only just woken up Ann left as quickly as it had come, and the neurosurgeon's heart slammed.
"Don't worry though Dr Possible. We have a skilled and extensive team of doctors already working on the patient.
The patient for the moment has been labelled as "fairly stable" and has a good chance of survival despite the severe trauma to the skull and chest. There is no need for you to come over, we are already taking care of everything and simply wished to keep you updated. Sorry and goodnight and we will see you tomorrow Dr Possible."
Dr Possible had not the strength for a goodbye as she slowly hung up the phone.
A flood of emotions too complex to describe surged through her aching head.
She shuddered slightly as she lay back into bed next to her husband James who being the heavy sleeper he was, had remained deep in sleep throughout this whole ordeal.
Tomorrow would be an interesting day.