A/N: Hello everyone, sorry for that awfully long delay. Life hit me hard pretty badly the last two months, but I've also been a complete knob-head about it neglected this project.

And yet you all still shower me with such adoration, it's amazing. I mean 25 reviews? 54 followers? What?

It blows my mind. I just can't thank you enough. You've all made me the happiest person in the world.

But you don't want to listen to me, you want to read the chapter!

So on with the show.

Chocolate and lime,
WhiteWorms

WARNING: This chapter has (what I consider) a mild amount of Gore. Viewer discretion is advised.

Never shoot unless there is no alternative. Never shoot unless you shoot to kill. Never shoot blind, and always know what you are shooting at.

That last sentence ran across the mind of Lieutenant Rina Gregors a million times over, like a rhythmic phrase of an infuriating song that simply refused to leave her mind. It repeated, once for every bullet she fired blindly into the courtyard, and with her assault rifle going at 12 rounds per second, her head, by now, was chattier than a concert hall full of preteen girls with ADHD.

The words were spoken stoically and loudly, so much so that it drowned out the thundering barrage of her gunfire. It was the voice of her Captain, scolding her once again for her poor judgement and foolish behaviour. Normally, Rina had the utmost respect for her Captain, and listened to his commands even when they seemed slightly unwise or even down right impossible, but right then, if only fate would allow, she would have gone up to his prickly bearded face and shouted: Yes sir, I have no fucking idea what I'm shooting at, sir. But it's trying to fucking kill me, sir, so I would appreciate it if you could shut the fuck up!

Sadly, even if she had the metaphoric balls to do such a thing, she was never going to get the chance to do it. Not anymore.

The dead didn't usually care for what the living had to say, last time she checked. She'd just be wasting her breath.

A single, unsatisfying click told Rina her gun had run dry, but it didn't faze her a single bit. After all, the entire compound was littered with unused clips, and it wasn't like anyone was going to use it any time soon, might as well make the best of it.

Crouching down next to a body, the soldier ignored the haunted look etched on to the dead man's face (as well as his missing legs) and scrounged his pockets for clips. She found three, all of which she shoved into her waist pouches, and she also found a pair of hand grenades from the man's shoulder straps. Without a second thought, she pulled the pins on both and threw them at a random direction before her.

"Grenade!" She yelled, fulfilling the first part of her training, but failing the second when she simply turned and ran, rather than ducking for cover like she did so many times before.

A heartbeat of silence was followed by a pair of short booms, which was then succeeded by a shower of dry sand, broken cement and moist splashes of warm red.

Rina chose to disregard that last bit of information.

Never stopping in her track, she took a moment to take a glance behind. Cloud of dust hazed around the explosion and obscured her vision. She had no idea what the hell she'd hit, if she even hit anything at all. But two grenades thrown together would have had a wide blast radius, wouldn't it? Dare she be hopeful?

Rina slowed down her steps, soon coming to a complete halt.

Silence greeted her in her pause. The hot summer sun glared down on her grimy face which had been made, in the last half an hour, a canvas of murky red. The thick tar-like liquid felt horrible on her skin, all dried up, and flaking. It was like having a thin sheet of mud slapped over her face. It was suffocating, yes, but even still she didn't have it in her to wipe it away. Because, in some sort of sick way, it was all she had left of her friends.

Tears blurred her vision as she finally took the moment to absorb the situation.

Before her eyes lay the base, burning, crumbling to ashes. Bodies of her fellow soldiers littered the grounds like dried leaves in mid-autumn. There were several faces she knew, and, thankfully, even more she couldn't recognise. Though she did think she could have gone without seeing their remains at all, especially the disembodied ones.

There must have been hundreds of them out there, she could scarcely believe it was real.

They were gone. Every single one of them.

The only reason she was still here, was because she woke up late again that day, and her roommates were being complete pricks as usual and didn't bother to wake her up. How ironic it was. Before, they used to joke about how if she was late again she was going get killed by their superiors. Funny how it all turned out. Now, she was the only one here, the sole survivor. All because she got up late. The thought made her laugh.

Suddenly, Rina whipped her head to the side in fright. She saw something from the corner of her eyes just then: A blur, sweeping past her sight like a shadow, a phantom. It moved too fast for her to identify, but Rina did note one feature about the shadow. A feature that brought chills of pure horror down her back.

Green.

The shadow. It was bright, shimmering green.

Rina would have cursed, but her lips had already frozen from terror.

She made a quick reload on her gun, and began towards the large tower not a hundred meter away from her. It was the comm-tower, where most of the advanced communication devices were kept. It had been her destination from the moment she realised the base had been wiped out. It was obvious she couldn't fight this thing alone, whatever this thing was, and her only hopes of ever emerging from this incident victorious was to call for help from the neighbouring base. Within two minutes, a back up would be called in, and perhaps, if she played her cards right, she might survive long enough to see the troops come down to put vengeance on the enemy.

It wasn't the greatest plan, Rina admitted, especially not one that would ensure her survival, but it was something at least. And as long as her death didn't go to waste and her troops were avenged, Rina would be satisfied.

"Oof." Rina suddenly grunted as she collided with something rigid head on.

It was an event that surprised her to some degree, since only a second ago she was certain she had had an unobstructed view towards the comm tower's entrance.

Rather than being knocked back, her momentum knocked the soldier to the side, making her spin, then tumble over her own footing until she skidded across the ground to a halt.

With a small groan the soldier looked up.

And immediately came eye to eye with her.

A woman, whose skin, pale as the moon light, gleamed in light green tinge; whose hair sheened black like the finest onyx; and whose jagged teeth dripped with so much red it trickled down to the ground like a sprinkling rain.

It was this creature whose hands were soaked with the blood of every single men and women stationed in this base.

And it was this creature who was, right now, looking at Rina like she was a fresh cow that just walked into the slaughter house.

Rina didn't know which came first. Her scream or her gunfire.

Her grip on the trigger firm, her assault rifle came alive again. M16 has the muzzle velocity of 2800 feet, or 853 meters, per second, almost two and a half times the speed of sound. Its rounds are difficult to dodge even at a distance of 500 feet. The distance between Rina and the woman didn't even reach a meter in length. It was a point blank shot.

So why did the woman stand there as if nothing was happening?

The woman did not stumble. She did not stagger, cringe, or even blink. Rina's M16 was spewing lead like a geyser, and yet the woman remained unfazed, almost oblivious to the attack, as if the gun wasn't even there.

But not only was she acting as though she wasn't being shot at, her body wasn't showing any signs of attack either. As the bullet flew out, the woman's skin remained perfectly unblemished and immaculate. Not even a single rip or tear appeared on her or her clothes(or at least what was left of it.) It was as though the bullets were disappearing into thin air.

In her entire life, Rina could not remember meeting any living creature that she could not kill with her guns. Watching this... this thing... monster standing there with absolute, boredom in her eyes, it terrified her to no end.

Another unsatisfying click brought on a wave of silence to the grounds. Not missing a beat, Rina pulled out her bayonet from her back and swung with trained precision across the woman's face, right across the eyes.

She felt no resistance on her blade.

Nothing was caught.

Nothing was cut.

Rina's mind reeled at this information. She couldn't have misjudged the distance. There was no distance for her to judge. The woman was right in front of her, and she knew the monster had not moved a single inch, unless Rina's 20/20 vision was fooling her somehow.

She realised what had happened when she brought her blade up close to her face for another strike.

The blade. It was gone, leaving only the stub intact.

It wasn't broken off. She didn't hear the snap, nor did she hear any clanks of metal hitting the ground.

It simply… disappeared.

Black lips started to peel back into a snarl, and a low growl rumbled out the monster's throat.

Rina fumbled for her clips, attempting to reload her rifle as fast as she could, knowing that she was now wide open for an attack.

Her hand found the clips stored in her pockets, but never got the chance to reach the rifle's receiver.

As Rina watched in horror, her hand, still gripping tightly at the magazine, fell to the ground crudely, like a common trash. She raised her forearm, or what was left of it, to her face. There were no blood spewing out the stub. The wound was closed. Not healed, but closed none the less.

It was cauterised, instantaneously, from the moment her hand was sliced off.

The smell of singed flesh stung her nose, and pain, incomparable, crashed down on her nerves like a great torrent.

Yet, Rina did not scream.

Trembling, the soldier looked up at the monster, gazing into her cold, blank eyes for the last time.

"Wha… What the fuck are you?"

With that, Lieutenant Rina Gregors was split in half, starting from the top of her head, down to the pelvis, left side and right.

The two pieces of the soldier fell simultaneously, as though they were still somehow connected in some way.

The monster watched it all. And after a moment or two, she turned, uninterested, and simply walked away.

Chapter 3

Three hours had passed and Kim found herself standing before the giant metal gate of the military compound, towering over her menacingly like a playground bully who had grown way too big for his age. Only three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still hung high in the sky, with not a single fluff of cloud to hamper the ferocious wave of merciless, summer heat.

Kim gritted her teeth for what little there was left of her sanity. She felt kind of stupid for wearing her regular mission outfit now. As it turned out, thick cargo pants and deep black tank top didn't go very well with ungodly sunlight. Sweat trickled down her face like a leaky faucet, and her hair clung to the side of her face like a wet mop. She didn't think she could take this anymore. Her patience was wearing thinner than a skin of an anoraxic peach.

"Kiiim, I'm telling you this is a very bad idea."

And then there was Ron.

If there was ever a time Kim wanted to hurt anyone, anyone, out of sheer annoyance, it was right there, right then. Her fingers were itching to strike at something, hard, and her boyfriend's face looked like the perfect target. If only she was given the chance, she would have slapped that boy across the cheek so fierce his head would have rattled like a blender full of pebbles.

A mean thought, perhaps, but an ultimately satisfying one.

Ron had been chattering on nervously about this mission from the get go, and his voice only seemed to grate on her nerves more and more by each passing second. It was endless.

Kiim, it's Friday afternoon, do we have to go to a mission?

Kiim, are we trying to help Shego? I'm not cool with that.

Kiim, helicopters are too loud. Can we get a plane instead?

Kiim. Kiim. Kiim.

Well, Kiim had half a mind to stomp on a plate of naco right before his eyes just to shut him up. Was whinning the only thing he was capable of today?

"Well, I don't see you coming up with anything better, Ron." She finally bit opened his mouth to reply but she quickly cut him off with a snap."Something that does not involve us just waiting here for someone to open the door?"

"Well, I think it's a lot better idea than breaking-and-entering into a military base."

Kim frowned at the boy's choice of words. "We're not breaking-and-entering."

"Oh yeah? Then what do you think you're doing right now? Making popcorns?"

Kim looked at her hand where her lipstick laser was diligently melting through the cold steel of the front gate. It was almost done too. A few more inches and bam! The metal will fall off and a rectangular void the size of a full-grown man will take its place, granting them access inside. There wasn't much to it really.

"This is not breaking-and-entering." Kim replied defiantly, and a bit stubbornly too, if she had to admit.

Ron just gave her the look.

"Alright fine, so maybe I am breaking-and-entering." She admitted testily with an unwelcomed flush of cheeks. "But that doesn't mean it's not warranted. There's something seriously weird going on here."

And Kim did not make that statement lightly.

Only three hours ago Kim had asked Wade to get her to this very outpost, out of her worry for Shego of all people, believe it or not, tagging Ron along for the ride as always. The outpost itself couldn't spare any transport for the teens, but they were notified of their arrival nonetheless. Meaning, they knew they were coming, and they knew they would be coming via foot, being dropped off a few hundred meters away from the base via an airplane (instead being dropped off inside the base via a helicopter, thanks to a certain blonde boy). They even knew when the teens would be arriving at the outpost.

So why was she and Ron out here, standing around for someone to open the gate for them? They've been here for twenty minutes!

Unless this military base was run by a troop of lethargic tree sloths, she'd think someone would have answered by now.

"Just because they were late answering the door, doesn't mean there's something 'seriously weird' going on." Ron pointed out sassily.

Oh now who's being stubborn? "I've rang that buzzer five times Ron. Five times! And they never answered. 'Late' is not even the right word for this situation."

"Even so, this is a military base, Kim, with guns and tanks and everything! Don't you think this is a bit much?"

"No, I don't." Kim answered without turning to look at him. "What military base do you know leaves the main gate unguarded like this?"

Ron took a moment to scratch his neck. "To be fair, I don't know any military base in real life."

Kim's face crumpled up like a bag of used tea bag dried up in the sun. "The point is," She began dangerously softly. "This gate is unguarded, the gatekeeper is nowhere to be found and I don't think I've seen that camera move to look at us even once." She pointed at the security camera above them which stared dumbly at the ground in front of the metal gate. "If anyone noticed that we were here, that camera should have focused on us a long time ago. Meaning no-one's at the control. No one's seen us yet. So my question right now is: Where is everyone?"

"Maybe they're all taking a dump?"

Kim would have punched the boy if it weren't for her conscious telling her to play nice.

"Okay, fine," He threw his arms up in the air. "But if we both get arrested and executed for infiltrating a military base, I'm blaming you."

"Of course you will." Kim scoffed drily, and went back to carefully slicing through the metal gate before her.

A calm quiet ensued for the next minute until Kim had completed her work. Once done, Kim gave a single sharp kick on the gate, and the rectangular slab came unhinged from its main body and fell over inwards with a loud thud.

With a happy smile, Kim eagerly took the first step inside. "Now, let's hurry up. I want to see what held these people so looaahhHH!"

Kim suddenly found her feet slipping on an oddly slickened ground, throwing her lower body up and forwards until she was looking directly at the sky with that stupid 'Oh cripes' look etched on her face. There she hovered for a millisecond, basking in her own foolishness for not watching where she was going, before plummeting back down to the ground.

It was comical, really, and an equally moronic situation if she might add.

Kim didn't know what she had expected to hit when she made contact with the earth. A scrappy, unrefined dirt ground, or an unbearable solidity of black asphalt road were her first guess. But then she thought, no, that didn't make any sense. If the ground beneath her feet was either of those two, she wouldn't have lost her footing like that in the first place. Whatever it was, it was going to be something slimy, almost semi-liquid like a garden soil right after a light drizzle.

And she was correct. About the liquid part, that is.

Kim didn't land with a thud, but with a wet splat.

The first thing she noted was the smell, a stench which Kim had never encountered before in her life. It wasn't sharp, but rather... round. It was dull and heavy like an unforeseen jab to the gut. It echoed, reverberated inside her head like a booming blare of trombone inside a cave. It overloaded her senses, and numbed her to everything else that was around her.

Kim didn't have much word to describe the smell other than that it was 'extremely foul', and even that didn't do it justice. It was possibly the worst thing she had ever smelt in her life.

Kim squeemed in place with a shiver. She could feel moisture seeping into her shirt and pants from the back, and though the coolness of the liquid was a nice addition to the otherwise deathly hot temperature, she didn't really appreciate the thick gunk being smeared into her hair.

She gingerly rolled over, scrambling to get herself up, eager to be away from the puddle where the smell was originating from. And the moment she did so, she came face to face with… A face.

Not a person.

Not even a head.

Just... a face.

A million thoughts ran past Kim's mind at that moment, all of which went along the lines of:

Oh, that's a nice prop.

Nice eyelashes. What materials did they use?

Wow, those pores and black heads look very real.

Wonder why they left a mask on the floor like this?

Then, like a house on a cliff side, her mind all came crashing down on her when introduced to one simple fact.

This 'mask' she was looking at wasn't a mask at all.

It was a very real face, from a very real person.

She could see the reddened, jagged edges where the flesh was forcibly ripped off, as well as the strings of detached veins and yellow fat hanging from behind.

Reactively, Kim pushed her legs against the ground and shuffled backwards, away from the... face as fast as she could. Though, in her haste, she didn't realise that her back was turned towards the inside of the compound until it was too late. Two shuffles later, Kim's hand ran across a pile of slimy glop.

Kim froze.

Tentatively, she put her hands up to her eye level to examine the substance.

Red.

That was all she saw. Half dried gunk of red smeared over her palm and fingers like lotion. Panicked eyes turned and gazed down, looking straight at the place where her hand had been.

There she found what she could only describe as a mass of pink goup. A casserole of fleshy mess, sprinkled with bits of crushed white and strings of yellow, made darker by the hot, summer sunlight. Pins of black hair stuck out the pile like sprouts of grass, and there, right in the middle, sitting on top of the mound like a fresh cherry on top, was an eye.

Unfeeling and unseeing, blue as the deep ocean sea and lightly shrivelled like a drying prune, its dimmed pupil gazed at the teen hero with perpetual disconnect.

Kim tried to control herself, but all her attempts to soften the blow to her mind failed miserably. She just couldn't help it. Kim took a breath through her mouth, once, then twice. Then, on the third and final time, she took the largest a breath she could manage and let out a shrill scream of terror that echoed out the entire, empty compound.

The noise was small.

So small that any normal person might have misinterpreted it as a gentle whistle of air as the wind whisked them by. But the figure in the dark took it up in an instant, and had already pinpointed its location without a single subconscious thought. Silence had reigned this place for a while now, to her, the change in the air was as subtle as an elephant prancing about with squeaky shoes.

Jagged maw opened slightly, just wide enough for the long, forked tongue to lick at the air.

If anyone saw the figure's face now, they might have said that she was smiling.

It was time to hunt.

A/N: O-O Filler chapter is Filler.

I'm sorry.

I was going to make this a Kim vs Shego, but I wanted to get a small snippet of Shego's power out there first before I give the full package.

Kudos to whoever can guess at least four of Shego's power.

And as always, PM me or leave a review if you can, and feel free to point out any flaws that you see.

Up next: Kim vs Shego

Also, since this chapter is about 100 words shorter than the previous, here's an extra for you.

How chapter 2 Should Have Ended

Kim's jaw dropped like a sack of concrete.

She sputtered incoherently for several moments, her face now so flushed one could boil tea atop of her head.

Kim: Shego! What in the world are you doing!?

Shego: I'm passing time, Princess. *Sigh Just –oh- entertaining myself.

Kim: But-But you're…! You're…!

Shego: Oh, come on Pumpkin. Don't tell me you've never done this, before? Besides, you're the one who made me like... Hey, what are you doing? Is that bear mac-aaAHH! AAAHHHH!

(Five hours later. Middleton Prison.)

TV: In other news, the notorious supervillain Shego was arrested today charged with an attempted rape of a minor. "I thought I knew her." says Ms Possible, aged seventeen, who, during the arrest of the said villainess, suddenly found herself a victim of this heinous crime. The following is a brief clip of her tearful confession.

Kim on TV: She just started… touching me, and I… *sob, I… I'm sorry. I just can't-

TV: More on that news at six.

Drakken: Shego, how could you.

Shego: I thought she was into me! I mean, she's a teenager and-

Drakken: Exactly. She's a teenager, Shego, and that's just not right. I don't think we should work together anymore.

Shego: What?!

Drakken: I'm afraid, what I'm saying is: You're fired.

And that's how Shego lost her job and served 10 to 20 in jail.

Pedophilia. It's just wrong, people O-O

Hmm, that was weird.

Anyway, see you next time. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up in about 10 days. I don't know how it'll go, but I'll do my best.

Ciao~