Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kim Possible. These characters belong to Disney.
Disclaimer #2: I'm NOT a writer, I'm an artist. I'm extremely inexperienced in writing fanfics, so I'm so sorry for any inconsistencies in the characters or plot!
Author: iycewing
Story developers: iycewing, PonyCrown
Rating: PG-13
Notice: This will eventually lead to KiGo in later arcs! This is the 1st arc of 6! If you don't like LGBTQ+ pairings, please don't hate. In this story, Season 4 of the show doesn't happen.
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Prologue
A pale green woman sat silently against the ruins of an electrical tower. Her neon green and midnight-black uniform hung in scraps loosely over her fit figure, concealing the many cuts her body adopted.
Her once smooth and wavy hair stuck up in several places and clung to her wet face. With dull emerald eyes, she gazed weakly through the strands of hair covering her sharp face.
The downpour of rain still splattered mercilessly down on the woman, making her shiver slightly. Tiny sparks of electricity surrounded her body, and shallow puddles started forming under her toned legs.
A thin stream of smoke rose lazily off her body, and small shocks caused her to twitch every few seconds. She winced as her chest tightened with every shaky breath, causing her to cough sporadically.
She stared with glazed eyes at her reflection dawning the growing pool of water beneath her. With a shaky gloved hand, the villainess wiped away the dark blood that was staining her vision.
Drops of blood dribbled from her forehead, painting her reflection in the rainwater crimson.
Pillars of stone still crumbled around her, and the metal beams supporting the electrical tower groaned loudly under the strain.
It would collapse soon, the woman understood that.
She grit her teeth as another creak pounded her ears.
She wanted to move. To scream. To break everything within a 10-mile radius of the tower and set the world ablaze with her fury of green plasma.
But she could barely comprehend what just happened. Despite her brain demanding she get up and move away from the unsteady tower, her legs would not comply.
Still numb from the 200,000-volt shock and the emotional turmoil, the pale thief could only squeeze her eyes shut through the pain.
Through the chaotic events that replayed in a frenzy in her foggy mind, a single coherent thought formed. It was as clear as the scorch marks adorning her pale green skin.
Kim Possible tried to kill me.
The raven-haired woman held her still-bleeding head in her shaking hands. The cut on her bruised forehead glistened with red sweat that was washed away almost immediately by the pouring rain.
Her weak body shook violently as her heart began to ache with grief that wrecked her emotions.
She sobbed silently, but no tears fell.
Waves of rage and pain crashed through the walls of her fragile shore, shattering the once-undying fire that burned within.
But through the blind anger, she could only feel one thing. Betrayal.
It hurt.
It hurt worse than any punch she'd taken.
It hurt worse than the electricity still coursing through her pulsing veins.
She didn't even know why it hurt so much; it just did.
She had never tried to kill Kim. Ever. Sure she'd injure her, but nothing too serious.
The image of Kim smiling as the tower shocked her with enough volts to kill the average human still haunted her mind.
Distant screams and firm orders rattled her from her hazy thoughts. The base of the tower, still barely standing above her, gave another groan as it swayed slightly.
Growing footsteps and barking dogs caused a mini earthquake for the green-clad woman.
The ground quaked slightly and the wail of police sirens pierced through the rainy night.
She sat still, the rage that threatened to boil over dissipating into an odd feeling of defeat.
A shrieking feminine voice shook the core of the tower solely with its desperation.
"Shego! SHEGO! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Kim's screams made the police sirens and helicopter propellers sound like mere whispers.
"SHEGO!" Her voice grew louder and more cracked as she neared the now-alert villain. Her voice sounded hoarse and raspy as if she'd been crying recently.
Shego glanced at the creaking tower and felt a tsunami of adrenaline pump through her numb limbs.
With unexpected energy, she heaved herself to her feet and felt a migraine slam into her head. The world spun rapidly as she took a tentative step forward, and Shego could feel hot bile rise to her dry throat. Pushing the vomit that was threatening to spill over down, she forced her sore legs to move.
Only Kim's clear pleading voice gave her the focus she needed to trudge through the bracken and into the dead of night.
Shego ran like hell to the opposite direction of Kim's voice, desperate to get away from the redhead.
She ran. Her destination was uncertain, just like the rest of her life. But she kept running anyway.
Running from the tower. From her home. From Drakken. From Kim.
And she kept running until the tower was only a speck in the distance.
Until the smell of burnt grass was just a lingering afterthought.
Until the sirens and screams were barely an echo long-forgotten.
And until the image of Kim's smiling face as the world crumbled around her, was nothing more than a faded memory.
She tried to forget all that. She tried so hard.
But some things are just unforgettable.
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Kim roughly shoved Global Justice officers to the side as she forced her way through the crowd of shocked people. Her olive eyes widened to see the electrical tower collapse in front of her.
The support beams and metal poles clashed as the tower's base caved in, and wires were torn apart as the whole building crumbled to dust.
Where Shego once sat, was now a mountain of shattered pieces of iron and stone.
Falling to her hands and knees, the hero screamed in pure agony as grief overwhelmed her petite body. She clenched the burned grass in her gloved fists until she felt her nails pierce through the fabric.
"What have I done?" Kim's voice was barely a whisper, her low voice raw from screaming and crying. She ignored the people anxiously running around her, coaxing her to move away from the wreckage. She could hear Ron's voice calling out to her, and she felt his hand lay gently on her shoulder.
But nothing else really mattered at the moment.
"What have I done?" Kim repeated a little louder, her body shaking with every rattled breath.
Through the rain and tears that streamed endlessly down her grief-stricken face, Kim latched on to one fading thought.
Shego's gone because of me. She's gone.
Her sobs became louder as she kept repeating Shego's name, and her guilt dragged her into darkness.
And it's all my fault.
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