She’d left me in ruins. . .
My empire, my power, my destiny, my life. Destroyed all because of her. Taken and ripped from my grasp before I’d had the chance to exercise my dictatorship.
Yet, I’d known my past would come back to haunt me and I had prepared for that. I had the power, the intelligence, the cunning, the skill, and the beauty to boot. In the end it hadn’t been enough.
It will never be enough.
My path was chosen, and my rise to control was swift and successful. She’d been no match for me because of the plan I’d calculated to destroy her, and it did destroy her. It was brilliant, a plan only someone such as I could have ever hoped to pull off. I’d separated them, she and he, the hero and the sidekick, the unstoppable team.
No one could have thought that he was the key to her success, if only somewhat, but a hero cannot be a true hero without someone beside them. I’d thought of that, and it was a thought I exploited to the fullest intent. With him gone, she was without her buffoon, without her best friend.
Then, she fell to pieces, which was exactly what I’d wanted.
I’d thrown her into the time stream, that I controlled, without a care or thought after that. She would feed my sadistic need, my drive for domination. And she would be lost for all eternity but I would know where to find her.
I and only I.
Because of what had happened she was now safe from other hands. Hands that were not my own. Hands that had no business touching what they did not own. I fancied myself a very strict owner, and she was mine not his, and now she never would be.
With the only person who could have possibly stood in my way out of my way there was nothing left to do but to do it. To take over, which I did with upmost pleasure.
With Duff Killigan, Monkey Fist, and Doctor Drakken under my absolute control who was there that was left to stop me?
The Obedience Collars took care of any rebels that dared to oppose me, but five people had escaped my grasp and I left them to their weak efforts. To be in absolute control would have been boring without any resistance and they amused me too much to simply destroy. They gave me an outlet, a excuse not to think of her, and a way to ridiculously exercise my power. As long as they kept amusing me, I’d keep letting them live.
That was a mistake.
It was not until she returned with those five in tow that I felt what I did. Emotion that I had not experienced since I’d tossed her away. Hatred, fear, bloodlust, anticipation and need. Need for what? I didn’t look into it, it wasn’t the time.
To be clear it wasn’t her exactly. I’d thrown the older one, the future one, within the time stream but this one was younger, this was the face and body of the teenager I’d fought with time and time again. I could only match this to the face of the one I’d seen when I’d gone back to the present to tell my other self the plans we were to carry out, or some such like that. Turned out the mole rat I’d let slip through my fingers more then once in the past had decedents and one of those decedents had brought her here.
This is why I hate rodents.
She came back into a life that was suppose to have no room for her, no place, and yet she made one. I decided then that I would not let her survive for long, not free anyway. She could never be free, I couldn’t trust her that way.
Sadistic urge overcomes common sense sometimes, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Leadership whispered in my ear and my power over the world stroked my ego.
That was another mistake.
I shouldn’t have listened to Dr. Drakken. When have any of his plans ever worked? His schemes, his methods, his mannerisms and villain etiquette was laughable. These were the reasons he was the slave and I was the master. I forgotten that, for one moment, and when I had her where I wanted her I let her live.
I’d let her live the last time too, throwing someone into a time stream doesn’t really count as murder.
Eventually, as usual her forces arrived and he was there as well.
But I had power. Right on up until that idiot eliminated the source.
His attack was flawless and in the end my empire fell much like the statues he’d knocked down. Yet, I knew that he would have not been there had she not returned and so that is who I blame. She was the cause to his effect, his horrible negative effect.
Then she defeated me, just like she always had in the past, and in a desperate act, just as the curtain of corruption I’d crafted was being unraveled, I leapt at her in rage and frustration.
No way!
Way.
But when I fell to the ground after being kicked, just as the time warp she opened and went through began to close and the ones that were left, the future versions of those who had opposed me all my life began to approach I opened my clenched fist and found within it the device the mole rat had used to bring her here.
Apparently I’d grabbed it when I leapt at them, he an she.
I could only grin at my luck at the situation. Now, I could extract my revenge for my humiliating fall and I’d have all the time I could use to do it.
“It’s about time I left this party,” I said, “I’ve got a few errands to run,”and after giving the spot she’d been at mere moments ago one last look I could feel those same emotions return.
“Kimme and I have a date you see.”
A date with destiny that I could not afford to be late to.
I will have what is mine and she will pay for destroying my empire.
Hah, and they call me insane . . .
I’m not insane, just ambitious
I stood in the shadows of a deserted alley across from Middleton High trying to ignore the stench of rotting garbage, human waste, and rats. I’d picked a horrible spot to time travel to, not to mention spy from but when the time watch had been programmed for the present (which was my past) I’d been to lazy to change the coordinates shown. All I’d done was press the large blue button to get there so I couldn’t complain to much about it.
As the loud roar of people and bustling school children from afar drifted to my ears I ignored it, blocking out the cheers of happiness and contentment that irked me and instead staring at the time watch on my wrist. It was a huge bulky thing, not to mention a horrible fashion clash against my green and black empress outfit. It reminded me of a phrase about objects so ugly they could act as birth control. It was much to large, to obvious, to be walking around with it as it was, especially if she, Kim Possible were to see it like this.
That meant I would need a disguise and something to hold this time watch. That also meant I would need to rob something. I was broke and I hadn’t thought of suppling myself with currency for this timeline, I hadn’t needed it for the one I’d crafted. I’d owned everything then. The thought of my destroyed life only brought back that festering rage and anger boiling to the surface again. I repressed it.
There was a groan to my left and I turned giving the bum I was sharing the current space with a cold glare. It shut him up pretty quick and I turned back to the business at hand, staring the entrance to Middleton High down with extreme distaste.
“What you be, girly?” Came the bum’s gruff voice, causing me to cringe when I heard the insult to my ears. “You be over dere glowin’ girly.”
I must have discharged some of my glow when I was thinking about my empire and the old wastebag had seen it. Damn. I didn’t need any trouble right now, not now not until I had Kimmie in my grasps, begging me to let her go, begging me not to punish her for sticking her nose into things where it didn’t belong, twice!
“You must be imaging things old man,” I said, making sure to pitch my voice into a tone that didn’t allow questioning, “Seeing things in your old age.”
“Oh I don’t know,” The bum wheezed, rubbing dirty fingers against his stubbled chin and giving me a intelligent look over. I must be imaging things. I couldn’t be in this alleyway talking with a dirty bum who looked like he might have gone to college at some point in his life.
“Looked like sometin’ supernatural to me, girly. You a vampire or sometin’?”
I scoffed, “Yeah old man, I’m a vampire or ‘sometin’ alright…”
“Well what’s this purdy supernatural doin’ out in an alleyway, eh?”
I became irritated, the smell and the noise and just everything was getting to me more so then I wanted to allow it.
“I’m waiting for someone,” I growled out, clenching my fist at the thought before I turned my back to the bum and continued to watch the high school entrance hoping he’d get the hint to leave me the hell alone.
“Out here?”
“I don’t want to be seen.”
“Oh,” He said, and the sound of his shifting alerted me to his movement, that and the sudden over powering scent he had as he shuffled closer. “Well girly, you can’t hide out from dat someone lookin’ like that, all green and such in da sunlight. You stick out like a sore thumb.”
I gave the old man a suspicious look from over my shoulder. “Yeah, I do huh?”
“Should go git yerself some clothes girly, some nice clothes,” He licked his lips nervously then, giving me the look over that only a pervert could have been proud of. Though I could use this to my advantage.
“That right? Eh, you wanna help out?” I gave him my best friendly smile.
“Eh? I can’t do anything.”
“Oh you can, old man, you can.”
Club Banana, one of the most expensive clothes selling places I knew of and it was about to give me a five finger discount. I can’t say I didn’t draw any odd looks when I entered the store, but I didn’t care about that. My mission was to get appropriate clothing to stalk Kimmie in, and so I didn’t have time for distractions.
That was the bum's job.
I didn’t exactly drag him into the store against his will more so then tell him I’d kill him if he didn’t do what I said. He was very compliant after I flashed abit of plasma flame in his grimy face.
I waited patiently outside the store with my arms crossed under my chest while he did what I told him to. I ignored the people that passed me by, growling at some who got to curious for my personal liking. Just because I didn’t care what the people thought didn’t mean I could have them sniffing all over me, that would just look to suspicious.
Through the window I could see the old man stumbling toward the counter with a black plastic bag I’d snatched out of a nearby garbage can and given to him. He stuttered when he made it to the counter, confronting a cocoa skinned black haired woman at the counter. She looked familiar to me, too familiar but I couldn’t place the face with a name at the moment. Lifting the garbage bag and presenting it to the counter woman in a robber type fashion he stuck his hand into his coat pocket and poked it out into the shape of a gun and by the look of the counter woman’s face he was threatening her with his hidden ‘weapon’.
With the distraction in place it was my turn to move and I did, swiftly and gracefully with the presence of a predatory cat. It had been an awfully long time since I’d had the chance to use my dormant thief skills but it was just as well, I need to stretch that particular muscle. I could see my bum was failing in his job as a distraction and fast, the counter clerk woman had somehow realized that the gun wasn’t a gun at all and she didn’t look to happy about being played. She however didn’t even notice me until after I’d snatched a couple pairs of blouses and jeans from off the racks. My bum accomplice was suddenly pushed aside as she pointed towards me, shouting a ‘Hey you!’.
Great, I thought, just wonderful.
The old man stumbled before falling up against some racks, knocking them down with a clatter. The counter woman turned to watch him and I took that opportunity to make my escape. Hefting the load of clothes over my shoulder, tags and all, I ran out the store only to skid to a stop before three rent-a-cops.
Damn.
I turned to retreat back to the store, but there was the store clerk with my bum in her grip as she drug him behind her as if she knew what she was doing.
Double damn.
“Hey girl, where do you think your going?” The store clerk asked, but my reply to her was a sneer. I knew this woman, where oh where did I know this teenage girl from?
Then it hit me.
“I’m ready, Kim.”
“Monique!”
“Monique… who’s Monique?”
“I’m an old friend of Kim’s.”
This was one of the five, the one who as I remember made fun of the little tweaks I’d done to Club Banana. Personally, my wardrobe was so much better then their own, the place got a lot of business after I’d made a few changes. Though, that might of been because it was the only clothing establishment left when I had got done.
The mall security infront of me finally got the hint. I must have been stealing from the store! And they say the intelligence of men was low these days.
“You there, drop the items and come with us.”
Over my dead body. Nothing would stand in my way, and these fools were wasting my time. I had to get out of here before someone alerted Kimmie. No matter how far we were, no matter what time we did it, she always seemed to know where Dr. Drakken and I was only shortly after the job was nearly completed. I wouldn’t let that happen, not now, not when I had my destiny to complete.
Monique gave me a quizzical look as I grinned giving the small group a show of my perfect pearly whites.
“Shego?” Monique whispered. Oh, so she recognized me? Maybe it was the green skin that gave it away. I had no doubt in my mind that Kimmie filled her in on her missions from time to time so she’d heard of me someway or another. How else would she have known my name?
With a soft chuckle I lifted a finger and pressed it against my lips.
“Shhh…”
The next moment I released. The hand that I’d used to press against my lips was no longer there and instead had been lifted above my head to release a huge bright ball of plasma fire at the ground before me. The impact of the blast threw everyone, including myself back with the force and left in the place where we’d stood a smoking crater. The intense heat of the blast hadn’t hurt me, my skin seemed to absorb it like a plant, redirecting it into energy for my power. When I untangled myself from a snack cart I’d happened to crash into, the sounds of pandemonium and chaos that reached my ears were like a song sung by the most beautiful of voices. I’d missed this. The destruction I left in my path working under Dr. Drakken and fighting. But as I looked around and found my so called enemies sprawled out around the mall floor I realized that these people were no match for me. No one would be in this time. I was older here, stronger, more experienced and my powers were by far more advanced now. No one could have kept up with me…except perhaps her.
I’m sure they hadn’t expected what I had done to happen. The security cops had no idea who I was, nor the bum. Monique might of known who I was but she surely didn’t expect such a blast to come from me. In this timeline, I was suppose to be a weak underling of Dr. Drakken. Of course, I wasn’t me in this timeline.
Well I mean I am me but I’m not the me that Monique might have expected to confront so technically I’m not me right now. I’m someone else who is suppose to be me to the Kim Possible and her friends of this timeline. Sorta.
In a way, this was my advantage. Calmly I began to gather the clothing I’d stolen and had scattered out of my grasp when the backlash of my close quarters blast had thrown me back. I knocked down and shoved a few panicing people out of my path and when I had everything that I wanted I moved over to the Monique woman and crouched down to check her pulse, same for the bum. I didn’t want to intentionally kill anyone, that wasn’t my style. I wanted my toys alive when I played with them.
They were alright, and pushing down a sensation of relief and releasing a breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding I reached down to gather my bum. He’d be useful for other things. So with my bum and my new wardrobe tossed over my shoulder I paused. Well, what sort of villainess doesn’t leave a calling card behind? And this was a perfect moment, so with as much grace as I could muster with a smelly old man over my shoulderI reached over to whisper into a possibly unconscious Monique’s ear.
“Tell the Princess her Knight is coming for her.”
The grunt from Monique’s bruised form told me she’d heard.
Good.
To be continued . . .