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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I make no money from this story. I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

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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.

A/N: Special thanks to Love Robin for her input and ideas about some of the villains appearing in this chapter.

CHAPTER 15: Tantrum.

The Possible brothers sat side by side at the bar of the golf course clubhouse. Both appeared deep in thought as they stared at the glasses of beer in front of them.

Slim Possible raised his glass and sipped. “I reckon if anyone was ta blame it was Ma. T'were a hard choice y'all made and I'm of a mind it was the right one. Were just too bad she had to go an...” He shook his head sadly. “I jus' can't help but be wondering how it all might of been if'n I'd spoke up sooner.”

James shook his head. “No Slim. Don't get down on yourself about it. You did what you thought was best too. I wasn't ready to handle the truth. If I had been I'd have done the same as you, dug for the answers. Maybe I still wasn't ready when Kim told me, but I guess it was the right time.” He picked up his glass and drained it. “Secrets can't remain secret forever.”

Slim stood up and clasped his little brother's shoulder. “Ya got that right Squirt. And I reckon it's time ta lay the last one to rest.”

James looked up at his big brother. “You're going to tell them too? I mean, you just told me. I'm not even really sure why you did.”

Slim smiled. “It's time. I'll tell them as soon as I speak to June-Bug. It's been right hard on her and they is needin' to know.”

James Possible watched his brother heft his golf bag and exit the bar. He poured himself another beer and wondered how the Possible family closet had managed to hold so many skeletons for so long.

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Ron and Father Phred stood at the main entrance of the Tower of Ronatude shaking hands. For the first time in a long time, Ron felt good. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The man before him hadn't scolded or blamed him for what he'd done. Instead, he'd listened patiently to all Ron's problems. Then, much like Rabbi Katz, he'd offered kind words of advice. And so much more.

Swaggerson released the younger man's hand. “My son, it was God's will that brought us together in this time of great upheaval. Remember my advice and be wary. For Evil wears the face of deception. Do not let it beguile and mislead you again. Now that you understand this, take up your sword only when you truly perceive your foe.”

Ron looked into eyes that seemed to glow with holy light. He felt the man's words sinking into his mind. “I will. They ain't going to fool me again. Thank you. For everything.”

As the man in red stepped toward his limousine, he intoned. “Go with God and clear vision. We will speak again.”

Once the car was out of sight, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a folded slip of paper. He opened it and stared at it for a few moments. Funny, he thought, how quickly things were starting to go his way. Jamming the paper back in his pocket, he looked around. He couldn't wait to tell the rest of the team. Across the parking lot, he saw a large bus. It was blocking most of the building GJ built. Next to it stood Justine and Junior. They were talking with a man in a black and silver uniform. He started to take a step in their direction, but stopped when he heard the sound of metal hooves on pavement.

He turned to see Joss approaching on Spitfire from the other direction. He grinned, glad she was back. Now he could tell everyone the good news all at once.

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In the lair's command center, Kim and Wade starred intently at a view screen. It showed a live video feed from their old lair's security camera.

Watching Ron and Joss talking, Kim grinned. “K, here's where things start happening. As soon as Ron finds out what's going on, he's really gonna blow his stack.” She spotted Justine and Junior approaching across the parking lot. “Signal Yori. Tell her to lock down, then tell the GS guards to stand ready.”

While Wade did so, she watched the four members of Team Stoppable. She didn't need to hear them to know when Ron was told about the villains practically under their feet. His idiotic grin disappeared. She could see him staring over at the GS building. Any moment now, he'd try to go after them. She knew the guards would hold him back just long enough for the police to arrive and catch him trying to assault the lair. She could already imagine him being dragged away in handcuffs.

The warm and fuzzy feeling she was getting just thinking of it disappeared instantly as she watched Ron begin to grin once again. She gasped. “What the fuck!?”

On the screen Team Stoppable began to talk once again. Then, before her disbelieving eyes, they entered the large building.

Wade gulped as he watched Kim's face purple with anger. “Calm down Kim. Umm... Maybe we should try contacting Joss? You know, to find out what is going on?”

Kim's claws extended. She felt them dig into the edge of the control console beneath the screen. Why hadn't he done what she'd predicted? How could he pass up the chance to go rushing into danger like the numbskull he was? She felt black fury engulf her as her mind tried to make sense of it all. Her claws ripped out of the console as she turned and stalked toward the door.

Tentatively, Wade called after her. “Kim?”

She left the room without even a backward glance. Wade slumped in his chair. He was just as puzzled by Ron's lack of action as he was by Kim's anger.

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Barry entered the old lair's lounge. All the ex-villains were, as he expected, partaking in the buffet and fully stocked liquor cabinet. Even the one robotic personage was holding a drink, though it was apparently only as a show of fitting in with the rest. Spambot 3000 most assuredly wasn't going to get much out of the champagne. He looked past the silvery figure who'd had his input/output ports welded shut to keep him from connecting to the internet and dispensing his unique brand of villainy. Having been around the block a few times, Barry wasn't surprised by the diversity of the group.

What was surprising was how well they all seemed to be getting along. Of course the promise of one million dollars apiece helped. He knew there would be questions soon. They still didn't know who their mysterious benefactor was, or what kind of offer they were being payed to listen to. All that seemed to matter right now was the free food and drink. That and place to stay until they got over their incarceration, and got used to the new rules.

Heading over toward the bar, Barry saw Duff Killigan talking animatedly with the oldest villain he'd ever seen. Sneaky Backlash was well into his eighties, four decades of which he'd been behind bars. He was the only one still wearing an orange prison issued jumpsuit. His own clothes hadn't survived to be returned to him. Barry remembered seeing pictures of him in his prime. He still had the long hair and handlebar mustache, though both had gone from black to gray. Once he was back in his wonted black suit, with cape and top hat, he'd still be a striking figure of evil.

To say the man was a living legend in the villain community would be a gross understatement. He never tried to take over the world. Nor had he extorted or robbed. His evil was of the simplest and most straightforward kind. He was a mass murderer. Nobody was sure of how many he'd killed, but all knew of his methods. For over twenty years, he murdered in the most gruesome fashions he could think of. His tools ranged from saw mills, where his victims were tied to logs and sent through the giant spinning blades, to the simplicity of a piece of rope and a set of railroad tracks.

Nearby, but holding themselves separate from the rest, were two ex villains who probably wouldn't be staying long. Electronique, who's mind had been altered by her own version of the attitudinator, was smiling as she listened to her companion. Cray Ne Yum, aka, Professor Cranium was nodding his oversized, vein covered, bald head as he spoke of the book he'd written in prison. 'Big Brain, Big Belief' was it's title. It was a big seller amongst the born again religious crowd. Barry couldn't see either of them taking Kim up on her offer, they were just too good for their own good.

The only underage villain was passed out on the sofa. She'd downed a full bottle of schnapps on a dare from one of her fellow villains. Barry thought that was just as well. He didn't know how many more times today he'd be able to stand her exclamations of how freaky everything was. Apparently he wasn't the only one enjoying her unconscious state. The only extraterrestrial in the group was approaching her with a very evil grin on his face.

Barry watched as Kysmerisikapativolrebat, 'call me Pat', extended one of the many metallic tentacles from the base of his life support pod. It surreptitiously slithered up one of her pants legs and found it's way to her sex. Inside the clear bubble that encased his disembodied head, the green skinned, pointy eared alien smiled as he molested her. Catching his eye, Barry gave him a knowing wink. The alien wasn't the only one who'd like to have some fun with the cute extreme teen.

Rather than give in to temptation, Barry turned away. Later, after the party wound down, and if she were still out, he might join in the fun. Right now, he had a job to do. Turning put him facing the last three people in the lounge. Well, two people and a living nightmare. The nightmare went by the name Figment, essentially that's what he was. A child's nightmare come to life. Glowing red eyes peered out from under the dark hood he wore. His body was large and covered with green scales. He was shoveling cocktail wieners into his gaping beak-like maw. Barry never wanted to meet the kid who'd dreamed him up.

Next to him stood Bates. He was a short, rotund, man with fuzzy thick sideburns who had once been the butler/sidekick of Lord Montgomery Fisk. If the man had a first name, he wasn't disclosing it. He apparently had no problem being close to Figment, but then his ex boss was half man and half monkey, he was probably well used to the unusual and disturbing. The last person in the room didn't seem to have a problem either, but then, she was insane.

Gussy Aspar had once been a model and aspiring actress. Until the day she'd taken a job as the spokeswoman for the Asparagus Advisory Counsel. In their futile attempt to get children around the world to eat asparagus, they'd dabbled in genetically engineering the plant to make it more palatable. Taking her role as their spokeswoman to heart, she'd sampled one of their creations. Not only had it turned her skin an ugly shade of green, it had driven her mad. Barry remembered hearing about her being caught by Team Impossible. She'd hijacked a bus full of grade school kids, and force fed them asparagus until they were sick. It was truly a hideous and warped crime.

Barry continued around the room. He made small talk and encouraged them to eat and drink their fill. None of them noticed that he did neither. What they didn't know about the food and drink probably wouldn't hurt them. And would help Kim.

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Ron Stoppable glowered as he stared at the entrance to the underground lair. He was tempted to rush over, leading his team in an assault against the villains inside. Before he could do anything, the words of Father Phred once more echoed through his mind. He froze as his brain began to churn. What if the holy man was right? What if it was another deception? The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

He forced himself to calm down and smiled. “You know guys. I got this feeling that we need to do some stratagising before we do anything. I'd like to know more about what's going on. Let's head inside and start making some plans.” He paused and grinned wider. “Oh yeah, I got some great news too...”

The rest of Team Stoppable followed him through the main door. Each one of them were wondering what had come over him. What could make him consider this new, and actually reasonable, course of action?

Last through the door, Joss also wondered how Kim would react?

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Anger seemed to seep out of her very pores. Rage tunneled her vision as she stared at the man cowering before her. His pitiful cries and whimpers only served to fuel her need. The need to rend... To tear... To destroy...

Black hatred coated her mind. It conjured an image. A face. Pale freckled skin. Soft brown eyes. A silly grin. All topped by a thatch of blond hair. The face of Ron Stoppable. With foot, fist and claw, she attacked. Intent on wiping that taunting image away.

She didn't remember coming here. To this room where the man was kept shackled. She didn't even remember releasing him from his bonds. She only knew the now. The need to vent her confusion and frustration. How dare he not do what he was supposed to?

Blood sprayed, and she laughed. She'd show him it wasn't nice to spoil her plans! Bone snapped under her foot. He wouldn't get away with it! Flesh and muscle parted. He would pay for this!

On and on she went. She didn't stop until her mind cleared. Until the man was nothing more than a lifeless mass of carnage spread across the bloody floor in front of her. Until she understood.

“Enjoying yourself Princess?”

With a sheepish look on her face, Kim turned her head to look behind her. She saw Shego leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed. “Oh. Hey Sweetie. I didn't hear you come in.” She glanced down, then back again. Slowly, she lowered herself to the floor. “Umm. How long have you been here?”

Shego pushed herself off the door frame and walked toward her wife. “I came along about the time you were gouging his eyes out.”

Kim looked at her blood coated hands. “I guess Wade told you?”

Shego sat down next to her. “Yep. He was concerned about you.”

Nodding slightly, Kim said. “I'm not surprised. I guess I was kinda out there for a bit.”

Shego smirked. “Kinda. Want to talk about it?”

Kim blushed under the red that already coated her cheeks. “It all seems a bit silly now. Things have been going so smoothly... I sort of just lost it when it got bumpy. I really should know better. Not everything is always gonna go my way.”

Shego smiled. “True enough. So you got it all out of your system now?”

Kim returned the smile. “Yeah. But I think I might have gone a little overboard. At least I didn't do what I really wanted to and go down there and start wailing on Ron. That woulda really screwed things up.”

Leaning in close, Shego chuckled. “No doubt. Well no harm done anyway.”

Her wife's humor was infectious. She also began to smile. “Not to anyone who mattered at least.”

Shego looked around her. “Yeah...”

Hearing the wistful tone in Shego's voice, Kim asked. “What?”

Shego shook her head. “It's just... Watching you tear him up like that...”

Kim looked into Shego's eyes. In her gaze she saw what the woman seemed to be having trouble putting into words. She reached out an cupped Shego's face in her hands. A smile spread across her lips. “Did my Baby get all hot and bothered watching me?” She pulled Shego's face to her's and whispered in her ear. “Do you want to take me? Right here? Right now?”

Shego exhaled her lust. “Hell yes Kimmie! I'm so turned on for you right now it hurts!”

Blood splattered as Kim pulled her lover down. “Do it!” She crushed her lips to Shego's. Forced her tongue into her mouth with eager need. The kiss lasted for only a few glorious seconds, then Kim pulled back. “Shego?”

Panting, as she looked into Kim's eyes, Shego asked. “What Kimmie?”

Kim let out a low sensual moan. “Don't be gentle...”

Shego kicked a piece of what once was Cyrus Bortel out of the way as she reached up and dug her fingernails into Kim's right breast. “As you wish Princess...”
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