A special thanks to Alice Shade and Dallas.
Itchy, very itchy. Shego thought as she finally manage to stand up weakly after Drakken had cut her out of the body cast, she was having trouble standing as expected. She had to use the wall for support; but it was more freedom she had in weeks. her employer had suggested using crutches but she just snarled at him, she doesn't want any more “dependence”.
Drakken watched as the raven haired woman stumbled a bit before standing on her own two legs, it was going to take some effort in Shego's part to return to the way it was before. He knew this woman though, she'll meet that challenge and eat it's children right in it's face. Or some kind of saying like that, he was going to be busy keeping Global Justice from busting in the front door and making a new plan for world domination.
Shego slowly made her way to the training room, her specially made equipment has been laid under a thin layer of dust. She swipe a finger over one and grunted, a sharp strike cause all of it to rise into the air and annoy her.
Leaning against a wing chung training post Shego growled deeply, she had been pushed around and kept locked up ether in ropes or plaster. Launched forward and bringing down her fist, it bent but didn't break.
Shego back a little and fell onto her back, but she weakly rose up. Life may beat me down, she thought as she headed over to the training equipment. But I'll always get up.
She brought her fist down, it was bent to it's extreme and shattered. Shego laughed despite swaying off to one side, seeing those shards of metal really boosted her confidence.
Hours, she had spent hours here.
The doctor looked over her arm again, he looked over at the computer screens as they displayed data that she couldn't even start to understand before wondering over to a table full of various equipment and tools. This man is a friend of her fathers, he was doing this “off the records“ as a favor. The man, who was about as tall as her and around 30-ish area, was named Dr. Parker.
Kim kept looking down at her cybernetic arm, sometimes touching it to see if was real. To know that this isn't a dream, and she's really in some cell somewhere asleep.
“Ms. Possible,” Dr. Parker turn to face her with a sheet of paper in hand. “This is quite unusual, but I have found a reason for this mutation,” he gestured towards the arm.
“You say you're mother had placed biological enhancement implants in you?”
“That's what she told me.” Kim felt her spirits drop as she said that, the idea of her own mother doing that to her, it was too alien to her. And scary.
Dr. Parker wet his lips while looking over the data again, “your implants have evolved. From the looks they were made to grow with you, but with your actions they have changed to adapt to the situation; the fight your father mention earlier must have pushed on it to adapt.”
Kim looked down at the floor, her father was with the tweebs at this moment. She wonder how they are, “is this permanent?”
“No,” Dr. Parker shifted around the room. “This is merely a beginning, you have a long ways to go before you fully stabilize again.”
“Stabilize into what?”
“That depends on fate,” Dr. Parker said. “Because there's no way to determine the outcome.”
Kim sat there, she wonder if she was going to become in the end. Would she loose her soul, her humanity or everything. What am I going to be, in the end?
Kim wasn't around, at cheerleader practice, at her classes or Bueno Taco. Ron kept an eye out of her but didn't see any sign of the red head, this feed a tiny worry machine that sat in the back of his head through out the entire time he was school.
He saw Tara, who was feeling a little better with the help of her friends. Ron stayed out of the limelight, he was only checking up on her quickly before cutting out to waste some time before the final bell had rung. He manage to evade and detention today, his mind was occupied with what was happening to Kim and Tara, this whole situation was just swirling around the basin of the toilet and he felt like everything was going with it.
He was going to go talk to someone at the Possible residence, be it Kim, Mr.Dr. Possible, Mrs.Dr. Possible or the tweebs or a garden gnome. He wants this whole mess straighten out, and the sooner the better.
But of course something had to happen, he could see the smashed door. Ron's heart was in his throat, this wasn't happening at this moment. Nothing had happen to his friend or her family, that the broken door and signs of a fight were just illusions.
He enter the house, the first place he headed for was the living room. It was left undisturbed, so was the kitchen and the storage room. He went up stairs, nothing appears out of the normal. No mutilated bodies, nothing covered in pints of blood, no signs of weapons of doom used in here. With the exceptions of the front lawn and the door the house was the same. That only made this situation worse off, something was beyond wrong and Ron didn't know who or what it is.
There was a loud beeping, he screamed before dropping into a defensive pose. He heard the beeping again, it was the kimmunacator.
“Ron, where have you been.” Wade said a bit panicked, his fingers were speeding across the keyboard. “I can't seem to get Kim, what is happening?”
“I don't know,” Ron wanted to say that he was at Kim's house. He wanted to tell the young genius that the universe had unhinge itself from logic and thrown itself about the grand design. In the end he just kept silent.
“Look, there isn't much time.” Wade said, “I'm going to ask you go to Amallicco island and meet Kim there.”
“Amallicco island?”
“It's a man made island near Italy,” Wade entered something. “There's a plane waiting for you to take you there, I'm sending your kimmunacator the files explaining what's happening while I try to contact Kim.”
“Alright,” Ron said. He didn't say anything that he might be doing this alone. He hope it won't come to that, but that's where it's heading.
“Cool arm,” Jim said. “Does it fire lazers?”
“How did you get it?” Tim asked, “some nut case surgically place it there?”
Kim smiled inwardly as she walked into the small apartment, there was no furniture as this was a spur of the moment place that Mr. Possible had found that would let them move in right away. There was a portable tv and a few cartons of Chinese take out. Her father motion them to step to one side while she removed the trench coat that hid her arm, she hadn't said anything while being showed a bare room.
There was a sleeping bag and a pillow still in shrink wrapping in the corner, besides that there was a large window that lead to a small balcony, cream coloured walls and Emerald carpeting.
This is her new home.