Day 1
Kim nervously regarded Shego, who was glaring at her hatefully, blood caked on her cheek and chin, along her jawline, her back still oozing somewhat. Finally, the dark green haired woman snapped, barking at the frightened redhead.
"What the hell are you looking at, huh?!" She reached out with one hand, and brought it across the girl's cheek, causing a light red handprint to appear, the girl's green eyes watering with the stinging sensation, and shock. "…" The green woman then looked away, sighing some, and stretched, wincing a bit in pain as the bullet pressed up against her insides again.
"W-what was that for?"
"For staring. Let that be a lesson to you…don't freak out the person who broke into your house." She replied, snarkily, rolling her eyes some. "Doy."
Kim just made a soft whimper sound, and picked herself up from the floor, and sat back down across from the older woman, nervously regarding her once more, but this time not bothering to make eye-contact. "Y-y-yes, ma'am…whatever you say…"
"Now, where's my gauze, huh? I asked for it ten minutes ago…don't keep me waiting now." With that, the redhead took off to the upstairs bathroom, and fetched the first aid kit, quickly bringing it back down and opening it, tossing the gauze at Shego, who caught it and grunted. "Alright…now, turn around." The redhead averted her eyes, and she could hear the zipper of the black and green PVC outfit slide down, then the rustling noise as she slid it down over her shoulders, and the sound of the gauze wrapping around her waist, the rip of the tape as it was used to keep the gauze in place, then a grunt from Shego as she leaned back. When the redhead looked around, she was mildly to surprised to see the older woman wearing a loose, small dark green tanktop underneath her outfit, which had a fair quantity of blood on the inside, only now noticing the sweat beading on her forehead as she stood up, and slipped out of the outfit, revealing a somewhat small pair of dark green panties with black sides. She tossed the messy outfit aside, grunting.
"Now, clean that up…handwash, and hang it out to dry...no drying machine or I swear, I'll claw your eyes out…" she warned, taking out a small device, that looked similar to a handheld game machine, but slimmer, and green and black, with the GJ logo on it when she hit a button, making it beep. "Now, I'm going to be taking over one of the bedrooms…if you try to run, I'll chase you down, and if you tell anyone I'm here, I'll slap you silly until you regret ever being born…" The green woman was being overly harsh and violent, but she had good reason…the more the bullet moved around in her, the sicker she got, almost ready to throw up now, and made her way up to the stairs, and eventually set up camp in the Possible master bedroom, groaning as she slid under the covers and braced herself, taking out one of her clawed gloves.
Then came the hard part – she slid the gauze aside, merely wearing it to help soak up the blood, and reached into the bullet hole with the claws in her glove extended, slicing into her own flesh as she did, making it bleed more and making the bile rise into the back of her throat, her head spinning and eyes starting to go fuzzy at the edges. "C'mon…don't you dare pass out yet…you're going to get this friggin' bullet out even if it takes all day…" She gritted her teeth more, grinding them together a bit and digging in deeper and deeper, panting and sweating more as she reached in deeper, fingers closing in on the bullet, but tearing her would open more, making more of her greenish-tinted red blood dribble out from the wound, into her gauze, and onto the bed. "Oh…a-almost there…" Her body trembled from the stress, and she bit her lower lip, groaning and panting as she arched herself, whimpering as she gripped the bullet in between two fingers, then let out a loud scream as she pulled her hand back quickly, tearing the bullet, and a small bit of flesh, out of the wound track, and fell back, one arm over her forehead.
"Oh…oh fuck…that hurts…" she groaned, regarding the bullet with one eye, blinking rapidly as she flicked the piece of deformed metal aside, causing it to bounce against the wall above the trashcan she was aiming for, splattering blood on the wallpaper, and with a clink it fell in, striking the metal trashcan's bottom. Panting, she pushed her gauze back in place, hoping the rather thick layering would soak up most of the blood, and she'd change it tomorrow when she was well enough to try cleaning the wound out. The only good news about this situation was her heightened immune system, which would fight off any infections for the day, and hopefully keeping her from rotting away from the bullet. "I hope to God that bullet was sterile…"
Meanwhile, downstairs, Kim was scrubbing the blood out of the body suit the older, taller woman was wearing, marveling a bit at the kind of person it would take to wear something like that. She noted it looked a lot like a spy outfit, more than a super villain outfit, with spots for emblems on the shoulders, and a symmetrical design to it. Oddly, she felt that her captor wasn't so bad from eying it, as it had a kind of uniformity to it, indeed, like a police uniform of some kind, or military maybe. But then, if this woman was really a villain, how could she have such an outfit?
Kim shrugged and went back to her work, cleaning the rest of the blood out, using soap and some bleach, but not enough to stain the outfit and adding some freshener to take out the sharp smell of the bleach, which was making her eyes water and nose wrinkle. "I hope she's happy with this." Then came a loud banging from upstairs, and a loud roar.
"HEY! YOU! GET ME SOME FOOD!" Shego yelled, already starting to feel strong enough to manage some food. "AND NOTHING TOO STRONG! I DON'T WANNA BARF!"
The redhead managed a slight giggle, hoping the older woman wouldn't hear her, and picked up some crackers and water, and took them upstairs slowly, entering her parents' bedroom with a sigh and handing them over. "Here…is this good enough?"
The green woman shrugged non-committally, before replying. "Yeah, all right…hand 'em over…" She was given the food, and began eating gingerly, grunting a bit as she winced. Kim winced as well when she saw the sizeable bloodstain in the bed sheets. Shego eyed the redhead warily, and waved her away. "You can go now…stop staring. I already told you about that."
"S-sorry!" Kim quickly hurried out of the room, shutting the door behind her and heading down to the living room, hoping to get the time to watch some TV. Inside the room, Shego sighed and took out the device she removed from her outfit before, and hit the button again.
"Hey, Load, are you there?" she asked, momentarily ditching her snarky attitude as an image wavered into existence, showing the face of a ten year old boy of African American descent, with short dark hair, seated at a computer, or rather, a custom piece of computer equipment with everything the boy would need, and drinking a soda.
"Shego, is that you?" he asked, blinking a bit, not used to seeing the woman in the state she was now, with her normally-immaculate hair a mess, and her cool and composed expression now haggard and weary. The older woman sighed, and nodded, slouching a bit.
"Yeah, it's me."
"What happened to you?"
"I ran into some difficulties…"
"What do you mean? I can't tell what shape you're in right now, you know."
"Well, I got shot."
"WHAT?!"
"Ow, not so loud…I got shot, kid. A grunt got a lucky shot off and the bullet stuck near my ribs or something…it was in pretty bad, but I got it out…not doing so hot though…"
"So I guess the mission was a bust then?"
"No, I got the plans just fine…and eluded the military pursuit, too. I ended up in the suburbs of Middleton."
"Yeah? I live there, actually."
"You do? Huh, you never told me that…are you there now?"
"Of course. I don't really leave the house…"
There was a soft snicker/chuckle from the green woman. "I'll bet. See what you can find out from the GJ system about the plans, if they were reported missing yet…the sooner Drakken finds that out, the sooner he'll think I'm playing him…and we're not ready to cross that bridge yet…I've only been working for him for a few months now, almost a third of the time I've spent on other mad scientists…" Then something came to her, and she slapped her forehead, before groaning. "Is this call on a secured line?"
"As always."
"Phew…that's a relief. I was worried for a sec there. Anyway, try to send a message to Drakken telling him I'll be there within the week. Right now I have to get over this injury before I can do anything."
"Sure…where are you staying?"
"I had to break into a civilian's house…I'm keeping the current occupant under control through, sadly, some violence, but frankly I can't manage to be patient now…"
"So basically you're terrorizing someone."
"A teenaged girl, yeah."
"For a good guy, you sure do act weird."
She laughed loudly, and nodded. "Yeah…but they're paying me to be the bad guy, and that's how I'll act. If anything it'll cement my reputation as a bad girl."
"I hope so…otherwise you'll have put yourself on bad terms with GJ for nothing."
"If anything, I'm expecting Betty to find out what I'm doing and chew me out real good."
"Well, you know how the director can be when she gets riled up…"
"Believe me, I know all too well…my time in Team Go had me seeing her a lot, usually because of something my brothers did…they weren't exactly as professional as I was."
"It's good that Team Go was low-stakes, or more people would wonder why there's a super hero working as a sidekick/henchwoman to so many super villains."
"Hey hey hey…it's not a sidekick role. I do assistant crap and use psychological warfare on my employers, until they quit villaining." Shego gave him a slightly mean, though weak, glare, and he raised his hands in supplication.
"You know I didn't mean any offense. That's just how the public sees you. Or at least, the public that knows about you. You're pretty low key in small towns, so they don't really need to worry about the local police looking for you."
"That reminds me…I'll have to cut the phone lines in the house later so the girl can't call out."
"I'd think she'd be too scared of you to do that, since I've seen your mean side before."
"Hah! Yeah, that's true. No one's not a target, not even the director of Global Justice. Anyway, you relay that message to Drakken, and alert the director to my current status, and tell her to warn away the locals; this is a low-key op, and we've got to keep it that way…we don't need my location getting out to unsuspecting cops. I'm sick of fighting the good guys…they always manage to get a free shot in…"
"Right. I'll see what I can do."
Some hours later, after Shego had finished her crackers and water, and managed to keep from throwing up, she was watching television and groaning some as the wound finally began to really hurt, the previous numbness in her lower back and thigh fading away to white hot, burning pain.
"Fuck, I can't take this…but I checked, there's not a painkiller in the house…damnit…" She groaned again, slapping her hands on the pillows around her, and slouched a bit more, feeling more pain but too stubborn to do anything about it. "I'll just have to send the girl out tomorrow to get some, that's all…" She finally decided, nodding.
Meanwhile, Kim was finishing up her homework, sighing as she got used to the idea of being stuck with the rather crazy woman for a while, not sure when this period of confinement would end. She was reading a textbook for math, and doing the equations automatically and mechanically, sighing when she finished the work and leaning back, laying on her own bed with her arms behind her head, running a hand through her long red hair, and shaking it a little. "Man, I'd do anything to get out of this mess…oh no!" She suddenly bolted upright, eyes going wide with some dismay. "I totally forgot about Monique and Ron! They can't come over here like this! If they find out about…about…whatshername…they'll call the police! And who knows what she'll do!"
The redhead bolted from where she was sitting, and rushed down the stairs and headed to the room Shego was in, and knocked on the door lightly.
"What is it now?!" Came the somewhat hoarse, throaty voice from the other side, Shego nearly asleep and a bit ticked at being awoken already.
"I-I have some friends coming over tomorrow…"
"What's your point, exactly? And it better be a good one…"
"I-I-I was hoping that you could stay in here while they're here and watching some movies…I promise they'll keep the noise down, really." The redhead gave her a smile, doing her best to look sincere, which wasn't that hard, as she was.
Shannon sighed, and regarded the girl with some impatience, not sure what to say, and wiping her forehead free of the sweat on it, and then tilted her head slightly, sighing a second time. "Fine…but they'd better not be here late…I expect you to keep them in line, otherwise I'll come downstairs and make them behave…"
"O-oh, you won't have to do that, really!" Kim panicked a little at that bit, and went a bit pale, causing Shego to laugh softly.
"That's good…because I plan on sleeping in tomorrow…don't wake me up unless you have some real food for me…like bacon and eggs. And keep the trashcan handy in case I hurl…"
"Y-yes, ma'am…" Kim sighed, tilting her head as well and nodded, before turning some.
"You can go now."
"Oh, sorry…" With that, the redhead turned the rest of the way, closing the door behind her and sighing some more. "Man, tomorrow is going to be a rough day…"
That was an understatement of epic proportions.