Everything was back to normal, Kim had just entered the front door to find her mother and father sitting at the door. Trishta hadn't placed implants in her, or organize a group to destroy the world and her. In fact she just made a cake.
Kim open her eyes, she was still laying on the apartment in a sleeping bag. Slipping back the sleeping bag she had found her arm was back to normal, that made it more special because her arm had changed back into normal. She heard the door open and looked up to find Tim in the doorway, “dad had ordered breakfast and it should be in any second.” He turn away, “and I think you should have kept that cool limb.”
Kim got to her feet, while stretching she looked out to the view of the balcony. She couldn't feel that out there was her mother, she wonder what the woman was thinking about at this moment. She doubt it was about her children, or the lives she hopelessly destroyed. Those people she took for her army, those that she personally sent her minions after and those that had to suffer in her wake.
It was too much weight on her shoulders, but Kim huffed and bared it.
If this gets to her, than she would be one depressed girl all the time. And that's something she doesn't want to be, this will end and life is going to have to go on; what would Shego think if Kim was a Spawn wantabe?
Life has been hell lately.
Tara moaned after falling into bed, her cheerleader practice was near brutal with the new cheer captain. Kim and Bonnie weren't this bad, she could be exaggerating a bit and it could be like any other practice. She missed them, very deeply and it was effecting her to the core.
Had something happen to them both? She bet something did, like a villain had capture them or at least they're on the run. And if that's the case, than they might need help in any form. She lifted herself off the bed, her parents may not like it but screw them; she try to think the person that Kim would talk to the most.
She fired up the computer and try to remember Ron's e-mail address.
Kim lean against the balcony railing, she had called in a few favors to have everything in the house that was really needed moved out. At this very moment it has been placed into Mick's storage for another mover to come and place it into Davy's safe keeping storage units before making a final trip to rainbow storage where they can finally go out and get their stuff.
If they went directly to their home they could be followed back here, which is something they agreed on isn't a good idea.
She wonder if the rest of their new life was going to be spent in this apartment, which isn't exactly a bad thing. Just she does get a little home sick.
Curious of what is happening in the outside of her little drama bubble she wanted to contact Wade. But remembered she forgot her Kimmunacator back at the house, now she didn't know if she was coming or going.
Maybe she could leave a message at her site. But her mother could trace it down, so it was out of the question. Life was going to be both dull and slow and wild and haptic from now on, Kim sat on the floor. This certainly sucks.
Shego hadn't stop training, her equipment had to be reordered twice as they have a habit of being destroyed under the constant stress of the relentless attacks. All of her frustration and pent up anger was unleased on them, it was only natural they wouldn't survive.
Looking around, nothing was left standing. She laughed a little, Kim would have a hard time even keeping up with her.
But she doubt the redhead would break that easily, at least not outside of bed and a riding crop.
“Doctor Director,” a random member of GJ wonder into the sealed off area. “I have the final damage report from Damage control, here is the files about it.” He handed over a PDA over, Dr. Director frown as she read it over.
“This is serious,” she said as she handed it back. “After this attack we're going to be shorted handed repairing these base and training new recruits.”
“Are you suggesting we use project: Flamberge?”
“Yes,” Dr. Director said as she turn around.
He turn to walk away, thinking about how can someone think up such a hacky name. Even if this is a hacky project.
Trishta looked up at the darkening sky, it looked like rain would come soon. Behind her was the remaining types awaiting for their orders, she faced them with a cold glare as she sat down at her desk. They could have gotten this life, if only they would have worked with her instead of against her ideals.
“You're all dismissed until I have perfected Valkyrie to with stand Kim's new potential.”
They nodded before walking out of her office, leaving the woman to stand there alone with her thoughts.
I will not stop until I have perfected this world.