“I quit.”
“What? You can't!”
“Yes, I can, “Shego said, sneering at the blue skinned man. “Or rather, I'm retiring. I can't do this anymore…it's no longer any fun.”
“But-but-but…,” Doctor Drakken whined, staring in shock at his (former?) sidekick. “I need you! I'm about to unveil my ultimate plan for world domination!”
“Whatever,” the pale-skinned woman muttered, shouldering her single bag of items. She didn't often move a lot of things into Drakken's lairs'; mostly since they tended to blow up, and she didn't want to lose her things. “I'm gone.”
“Shego!” Drakken screamed out. “You think you're all that! But you're not!”
Shego ignored the man as she sauntered away.
Shego slammed the front door closed of her apartment and tossed her bag onto the couch as she stalked into the kitchen, opened her fridge and snagged a bottle of beer. Popping the top off, she took a long draught.
“Dammit, this isn't fair!” Shego screamed out, slamming the bottle down on the nearby counter, almost cracking it. “I love you, Kimmie…why the fuck did it have to be like this?”
Grabbing her beer, she stalked into the sitting area and sat heavily onto the couch, kicking her booted feet up onto the coffee table. Shuddering, she felt the anger drain from her. Wearily, she sighed out, “God, I can't believe I quit…but I know I can't face Princess again…”
“I've got enough stashed away; I need to leave this godforsaken town,” Shego continued, rubbing her face tiredly. Slamming back the rest of her beer, Shego negligently tossed the empty bottle onto the couch beside her. “I need another beer…”
A loud pounding on her door caused the pale-skinned woman to jump in surprise, burning a hole into her couch when she accidentally ignited her hands. Quickly patting the small fires out, Shego grumbled as she went to the door.
“Where is she?!” Mrs. Possible demanded as she pushed through the partially opened door. “Where's Kimmie?”
“Why do you think she's here?” Shego retorted and slammed her door shut angrily. “She fucking hates me now, thanks to _you_; I doubt she would come within a mile of me…”
The redheaded woman thrust a note at the pale-skinned woman in anger. “Read it!”
Sneering at the domineering woman, Shego snatched up the note and read it. Moments later, the note fluttered out of nerveless fingers as she whimpered. Glaring daggers at Mrs. Possible, she growled out, “She's not here. Look for yourself, and then get the fuck out of my apartment!”
Stalking over to the fridge, Shego grabbed another beer and popped it open, pointedly ignoring her Kimmie's mother rooting through her apartment. Taking a drink, she let her forehead rest on the fridge freezer door. Slamming a hand against the fridge, the pale-skinned woman violently pushed herself up.
“Fuck, why does it all go fucking wrong?” Shego swore to herself, punching a hole in a nearby wall. Turning her head slowly, she glared at the surprised and shocked redhead and snarled, “Told you she's not here! Are you happy now?!”
Wade frowned at his computer monitor, sighing in annoyance. “Image Recognition software isn't matching her up with anyone, Mrs. Possible. I've run through the security tapes for the airport, train station, and bus station; she must have changed her appearance enough that the program can't recognize her.”
“Have you checked for ticket purchases? Movements on her bank account?” the redhead woman demanded from one of his monitors, her image showing her frowning visage. “Has she called in any favours?”
“Her name hasn't appeared on any registers yet, and I've been running a search for any odd movements for anyone she knows, if she's tried to use their name instead of her own,” Wade reported as he typed on furiously away. “Her account shows that she made a max withdrawal an hour ago downtown, but the location of the ATM is equal distance from all modes of transportation I can track.”
“And the favours?”
“It's hard to track those down,” Wade admitted sheepishly. “Kim normally tells me when she earns one, and when she calls one in. I'll start calling around; it'll take several hours though…”
“Fine,” Mrs. Possible sighed out, rubbing her eyes. Let me know if you find anything, okay?”
“Will do.”
Shego sighed as she approached the two story house. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but anything for her Princess.
The door opened as she stepped into the front alcove. Smiling nervously, she hands a scrap of paper over to the house's owner and said, “I'm gonna look for her, so here's my cellphone number; call me if you find out anything. I'll do the same…”
“Deal.”
Nodding, Shego turned and started walking away, never looking back at the frowning Mrs. Possible.
“KP just left?” Ron asked, shock written all over his rigid movements. “Why would she just leave?”
“Shego broke up with her,” Mrs. Possible answered, sighing as she rested her elbows on the kitchen table she sat at. Looking around her kitchen, she noted the despondent looks on all of her family. How could this all go wrong?
Her husband, seeing her distress, stepped up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. He stayed silent, mainly because he was still trying to wrap his head around wait all had happened.
“Why the hell would Shego do that?” Ron wondered, confused.
Rufus, his pet naked mole rat, who was pacing back and forth on the top of the kitchen table, abruptly stopped and nodded his head, adding a, “Yeah, why?” before going back to his pacing.
Pulling the much folded and unfolded note out of her pocket, Mrs. Possible handed it over. “She left this…”
Ron and Rufus read the note, Rufus having scampered up the blond teen's arm to perch on his shoulder, in stark disbelief. Dropping the note, Ron sighed.
“Wow, how did Shego shovel that type of bullshit and sell it to Kim?” Ron muttered, slumping dejectedly. “I mean, it's obvious that they loved each other, but…fuck!”
“Ronald, watch your language!” Mrs. Possible couldn't help but snap.
“I think I said what I wanted to say just fucking fine,” Ron growled. “My best friend has just had her heart _eviscerated_ by someone she fucking loved with all her being! Now she's run away, and told us that she doesn't want to be fucking found! I think it's a fine time to fucking swear!”
“It's okay mom, we already know most swear words in three languages,” Jim and Tim said simultaneously. “Besides, we think he's got the idea: Kim won't be found unless she wants to be found…”
Kimberly sighed as she set a picture of Shego on the tiny nightstand that came with her room. Running a finger along the wood grain of the frame the picture was in, the redhead silently wept. Picking the picture up, she clutched it to her chest as tires ran down her checks.
Oh Shego,” she whimpered. “I wish you loved me…I wish we could be together…”
Curling up on her bed, Kimberly continued to whimper as she remembered her lover's, her EX-lover's, words.
“We're not good together. We're enemies. You can't be bad and I won't be good…not even for you.”
“I…I'll show you, Shego,” the redhead whispered with reverence. “I…I can be…be bad…for you…”
To Be Continued…