Raging Hearts Amidst Darkness

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all associated characters portrayed and/or implied inside this fanfict belong solely unto Walt Disney Productions.

Being Dead Really Isn't So Bad

Shego awoke a couple hours later. She immediately realized, she wasn't inside the lair. This mattress was too damn lumpy. Her Serta I-Comfort Smart Support Hybrid mattress specifically conformed unto her curves. This one didn't. She slides off the small cot as quietly as possible. Who knew who or what she was up against here, or even where she was. And she wasn't exactly in tip top form. Her arms and legs screams with soreness. She barely gets halfway across the room.

"Ah, you're awake," a voice startled her behind.

Shego twirls around in shock. Pain ripples through her body exceeding her tolerance threshold. She screams in mortal agony, as her world starts to twirl around her.

"Here you go," a strange hands keeps her from falling. "Let me help you back onto your cot".

The voice was so familiar, but couldn't be. Not here. Shego wills herself to ignore the pain focusing as best she could. Her helper's face comes in clearer. "Anne? What the hell's going on here?"

"Mala Angitia Quinn Go, a.k.a. Shego, please settle down".

Her eyes bulge, surprised not only hearing her full name, but that voice. No, it couldn't be. She's dead. Shego whips her head around ignoring her rippling pain, numbed only by raw rage imbuing her heart and mind. Her Princess stood before her alive and well, leaving her to mourn alone.

Anne notices the abrupt change in her patient's demeanor. She barely backpedals in times.

Hurt, anger, and raw rage fuels her cynical nature. She felt no pain. "No, you're dead," she screams in bitter tears. Plasma imbued her head to toe. Shego attacks in blind rage.

Kim easily evades her disorganized attack grabbing and holding her infused palms.

Shego drops her guard in pure shock.

Kim discerns her adversary's distracted by doubts. She seizes her opening, powers up her own plasma, and blasts her adversary's mid-section, just enough to get her undivided attention.

Shego soars back across the room slamming against the far wall. Even rage couldn't deaden this amount of pain. She screams in pain beating her fists against the marble floor. She glares back with icy daggers venting, "Oh, great, more bruises on top of those I already have".

Anne glares speechlessly at her daughter. Never did she expect this. "Kimmie...?"

"Princess?" Shego cuts off the old redhead mirroring her concern.

Kim crouches at eye level but keeps her distance, "Care to listen now, Emmie? Or do you require a little more softening up?"

"I'll listen," she holds up two hands in surrender, more in curiosity than defeat, "but, you'd best start with how you're wielding my plasma?" Anne helps Shego onto her feet. Shego leans on her shoulder, hobbles over, and sits down upon her cot. She cross her arms in open defiance, "Well?"

Kim stimulates their curiosity, "You gave me these powers, Shego".

"I gave you...my plasma power," she scoffs. "I don't think so. Try..."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Kim sympathized with her doubts. "You didn't simply transfer your very impressive powers, at least not intentionally".

"What are you talking about, Princess?"

"Remember Mandrake Bio-Research, Inc.?"

"How could I forget?" She groans, rolling her head. "Drakken couldn't do one simple thing right. He only needed to hit you with the knockout gas. Authorities wouldn't found you and your blonde buffoon at our crime scene and linked you with those fake overseas banking account I set up. You would have been blamed as our accomplices, locked up, and out of our hair. But, no! Drakken screws up..."