Dark Mistress
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.
The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don't read further.
Important Note: This story is the sequel to “The Middleton Pact - Redux.” If you don't read that first, you will be very confused.
CHAPTER 09: Healing.
Jack Hench turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. He peered into the shadowy area near the rear of the warehouse as he pulled the remote out of his pocket. A smile crossed his face as he saw figures approaching out of the darkness. It quickly disappeared as he saw there were only two people, not three. When he saw the people approaching had distinctly feminine outlines, he began to frown.
When the pair moved close enough for him to distinguish their features, he gasped. “You're not Team Impossible!”
Shego snarked. “Doy. And it's a damn good thing for you we aren't.”
Kim placed her hands on her hips as she stopped in front of the businessman. “Tell me something Jack. Were you going to kill them or just take them hostage?”
Before he could regain his composure, Shego spoke. “From the looks of the automatic laser projectors in the rafters, I'd say kill.” She looked toward Kim. “Are you sure we want to do business with someone who'd try such a lame stunt?”
Kim snickered. “Now Shego. Let's give Mr. Hench a chance to explain. I sure he must have a very good reason for trying to commit professional, and probably literal, suicide.” She gave the man an inquiring look. “Hmm..?”
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Meanwhile... In the Ferret Hole... Our hero is feeling foiled by his fiendish foe...
The Fearless Ferret slapped his hand on the hood of the Ferretmobile. He looked over at his furry caped companion, who was still in the passenger seat. “I feel, my friend, that I have been foiled by my fiendish foe. Puma Girl has purloined the priceless parchment and eluded our pursuit.”
Wonder Weasel leaped out of the car and scurried over to an elaborate looking console. He began gesturing wildly as he chittered for his crime fighting cohort's attention.
Seeing what Wonder Weasel was gesturing to, the masked man exclaimed. “The Villain Visualizer!” He strode to the machine and turned it on. “Thank you for reminding me my friend. With this we can find and vanquish that voluptuous vixen once and for all!”
As the Fearless Ferret began to operate the machine... The screen went blank.
Ron, Junior and Rufus all groaned in dismay as Justine, remote in hand, stepped between them and the TV. She sat the remote down, well out of their reach. “Sorry to interrupt...” From behind her back, she pulled out two very large syringes filled with glowing purple liquid. “...but it's time for your medicine.”
Junior gulped loudly. “Surely you are making the joke?”
Justine moved closer to the two injured men. “Mr. Senior. I never joke about highly experimental physical regeneration serums.” A rarely seen smile formed on her lips. “Now. If you gentlemen would be kind enough to bend over the back of the couch and drop your trousers?”
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Ricardo Senior watched as Anne, Tara and his lovely Bonita vanished. They were on their way to the lair to treat the blonde girl's injuries. It was also there that Bonita would put the finishing touches on her part of the job. His chest swelled with pride for Bonita. She'd overcome her initial reluctance and committed two truly evil acts this night. He felt sure she would perform the third one with equal ability.
He was thankful to Kim for pushing Bonita into a position where she was forced to act in such a manner. Also, he had to applaud Kim for coming up with a plan in which four birds were killed with one stone. The first was making Bonita realize her evil potential. She'd shown, under the influence of the mind control chip, she was capable. Getting her to act of her own free will was one of the goals of tonight's little endeavor.
Looking down at the man who lay dead in a pool of his own blood, Ricardo smiled. The second goal was was achieved with the Professor's death. Truly he'd been evil, but he had also been extremely unstable. Kim felt, and he had to agree, that Dementor would be more of a liability than an asset if he were recruited to their cause. His murder served a much more useful purpose.
The fate of the girl, Tara, was the third part. Kim decided to leave that entirely in Bonita's hands. She'd done extremely well convincing the blonde hero it was OK to commit a savage and evil act of murderous vengeance. Of course, neither Bonita or the girl knew things were being helped along by the drug Anne added to the painkiller and stimulate she'd given Tara. Kim told him of it's initial use and the effects it had of lowering inhibitions and raising a person's susceptibility to suggestion.
Now it would be up to Bonita how the girl would be handled. Kim had been very specific in outlining three choices Bonita could make. Any one of the choices would serve to draw out more of Bonita's evil. Two of the choices would put the girl in a position to be useful to Kim in the future. The third option was the least likely, but it too would serve a purpose. He couldn't wait to find out which one his lovely lady made.
He looked over to where Barry and Yori stood. It was time to take care of the fourth reason for their little visit. “Come my friends. Let us go and find this device Kim is so eager to have in her hands.”
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Wade entered the lab with a toolbox in his hand. He felt a wash of sympathy as he saw Candy, who looked very frazzled. She was sitting next to the work bench, trying to console DNAmy's robotic head. He plastered a smile on his face as he approached the bench. “Well Amy, are you ready to get your new body?”
A delighted look appeared on Amy's face. “Oh yes indeedy!”
He sat the kit down on the bench beside her and opened it. “Good. Vivian almost has it ready. First though, I need to do a little prep work.” He bent down to look directly into her visual receptors. “I'm going to have to shut down your external sensors. It won't hurt or anything.”
She tried to nod, but of course couldn't. “Alrighty.”
Selecting a tool, he moved around behind her. Soon he had a panel open and was disconnecting leads. He sighed as the head went inert. Looking over at Candy, he smiled. “All done, she's completely isolated now.”
Candy let out a small frustrated scream. “Finally! She was about to drive me crazy. Do you know, after she got done ranting about Drakken, she started talking about her damn Cuddle-buddies? I swear, I had no idea there was anyone as messed up in the head as her.”
Wade grinned as the door behind him opened again. “Yeah. We plan to do something about that too.”
Candy watched as Vivian entered carrying an odd looking heart shaped device. Right behind her came Drakken, pushing a cart containing a sheet covered body.
Drakken pushed the cart up next to the bench and turned to Wade. “Now, you're absolutely sure this will work?”
Vivian and Wade both laughed. The blonde woman hefted the device she was holding. “Don't worry. We're positive it will work. She won't have any choice but to love you.”
A very evil smile formed on Drakken's face. “Good. Very, very good.”
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Jack Hench peered into Kim's eyes steadfastly. “...And I figured since Shego wouldn't come right out and tell me, it had to be something really big. Knowing so many villains, as I do. I figure you plan to take over the world. My analysts told me you could very likely do it. If it were anyone else I wouldn't have gone to such lengths, but I wanted prove I was exactly the person you needed. Get in on the ground floor, so to speak. Plus I thought it was a good way to make up for that little incident with the machine gun.”
Shego let out a short laugh. “Well Princess, you gotta give him props for initiative at least.”
Not taking her eyes from Hench, Kim gave Shego a nod. “True.” She then spoke directly to the businessman. “I guess I can understand your reasoning, as far as it goes. There are, however, some things you didn't take into account. If we felt you were in any way responsible for what Bonnie did, you'd already be long dead. As for Team Impossible, if I wanted them dead, they would be.”
Hench went pale at the offhandedly callus manner Kim spoke of his death. He also couldn't understand, if she was so bloodthirsty, why she wouldn't want her enemies disposed of. “But you know they will attempt to stop you...”
Kim cut him off with an amused chuckle. “They could try.” She became serious again. “Let me pose a question. You say you know a lot of villains. Just how many of them have succeeded in taking over the world?”
He gave her a puzzled look. “The obvious answer would be none. I don't understand why you would ask.”
She gave him a nod. “I asked because it is obvious. Taking over the world is a bad bet all around. That's why I have no intention of doing it.”
His shoulders slumped. “I see. Then I acted on an incorrect assumption. I've jeopardized everything for a chance at something that doesn't even exist.”
Shego crossed her arms as she looked at the man. “Don't beat yourself up... Too much. It's not entirely your fault you didn't know the score. If it were me in your position, knowing only what you thought you knew, I'd probably have done the same.”
Kim gave her wife's words some thought. She was right. They had played it a little too close to the chest when dealing with Hench. Too little information could be just as dangerous as too much. “Look, that's all in the past now. What you need to remember is this. We did come to you with an offer. That hasn't changed. You can still get in on it if you want. The simple fact is, we need someone with your expertise and resources. It might not be what you imagined, but I can tell you it will be very profitable.”
Hench straightened up. The thought of profit restoring some of his usual aplomb. “Before I agree to anything. I think we should discuss it in detail first. Also, I'd suggest we do it somewhere else since Team Impossible could arrive at any time.”
Shego cocked her head to the side. The tone she spoke in was just short of extremely menacing. “You don't trust us?”
He took a step back. “I didn't say that. I just feel I need some idea what you're planning. Some proof you can handle something big enough to, as you say, be very profitable to me.”
Kim grinned at him. This was the man she'd hoped to deal with. “I think I can show you we mean serious business.” She turned her head and called out over her shoulder. “You can come out now.”
Hench watched as another person approached from the back of the warehouse. While not a villain himself, he did have intimate knowledge of what happened in the world ruled by the Pact. The implications of this person being here, in this situation, were astounding. A realization hit him. Before, he'd acted on too little information. Now, he found himself maneuvered into knowing too much for his own good. Knowledge that this person was in league with Kim Possible was the kind of information that could easily make his life forfeit.
Betty Director wrapped her good hand around Kim's waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry I'm late Mistress. Will is as stubborn as ever.” She smiled as she turned her head and spoke to Hench. “You needn't worry about Team Impossible showing up. I sent them on a higher priority mission.”
Kim watched Hench carefully. She saw the very moment when he understood his predicament. “You were saying?”
Knowing he was thoroughly out negotiated, Jack Hench capitulated to fate. “Well played ladies. Well played indeed. It would seem I am now completely at your service.”
Shego grinned. “Smile Jack. By the time we're done, you'll be right up there with the five richest people on the planet.”
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Justine smiled with justified pride as she watched the two fully healed men stare at each other in amazement.
Rubbing a hand across his now scar-less forehead, Junior exclaimed. “I am my handsome self once again!”
Ron lifted his shirt and gasped. “No way!” The scar that had been there since his appendectomy at twelve was gone. “When you said that stuff would heal us, you really meant it!”
She gave him an odd look. “Of course I meant it. Why would I create something that was less than fully effective? The compound simply healed all the injuries you have ever had.”
Ron's eyes went wide and he rushed out of the room.
Junior gave Justine a look of puzzlement. “What, I am wondering, is up?”
She shrugged. “I have no idea.”
Moments later, Ron entered the room with a dejected look on his face. He said nothing, but went over to the coffee table and picked up his cell phone.
As she watched him dial a number, Justine asked. “Is there something wrong Ron?”
Hanging his head, Ron replied. “Umm, could you guys excuse me a moment? I need to have a private word with my Rabbi.”
Rufus slapped his paw on his forehead. “Uh-Oh!”
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In the Genetics lab, Bonnie paced nervously. Her attention kept shifting from her friend in the pod, to the woman at the machine's control panel. “What's taking so long? I thought you said you could fix her right up?”
Anne glanced up. “I did. First I have to flush all the extraneous DNA out of the system. If I don't, she could wind up accidentally changed like Kim was. In this case, I'm sure the results would be very bad indeed.”
Jamming her hands on her hips, Bonnie inquired testily. “What does that mean?”
Motioning the younger woman over, Anne pointed to the panel's readout. “It means, I'm glad that little braggart is dead. So far I've found twelve different DNA chains that aren't hers.”
Bonnie paled. “You mean they all..?”
Anne nodded as she began the process of healing the blonde hero. “That's exactly what I mean.”
As she resumed her pacing, Bonnie wished she could go back and do much worse to Dementor than she had.
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Extending his claws, Barry tore open the locked cabinet. Tossing the mangled door to the side, he peered inside. “Bingo! Found it.”
Yori looked up from the drawer she was searching. She saw the cylindrical device in his hand. “Tell me please. What my Master would want with such a small thing?”
Ricardo Senior chuckled. “Do not let it's size fool you. The Pan-dimensional Vortex Inducer is one of the most prized objects of super technology there is. There is not a single villain in the world who hasn't desired to have it, including myself. This, I believe, is the second time Dementor has stolen it from it's creators.”
Barry looked at it curiously. “So what does it do?”
Moving closer, Ricardo said. “That, my boy, would take some time to explain. Something we do not have very much of at the moment. Let us be away before Team Impossible arrives to begin their heroic little investigation.”
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