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Boy, the sub is in for a treat! My regular BTBATB Power Girl commissioner asked me to do this one, inspired by MissFaves. Hope y'all love it as much as s/he did. Here's a link if you wanna favourite it on DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/sun-facedstudios/art/BTBATB-s-Power-Girl-Poses-Like-MissFaves-1337510961

Oh, please forgive me. 

Please, forgive me. 

I long to hurt this world. 

This hate inside my chest, 

Must kill before it rests.

I can’t defy it,

I won’t deny it.

My scorn has come unfurled.

You’ll learn to fear my light,  

So cruel and filled with spite.

My moral grounds,

All crumbled down

The day you cursed my life.

I’m tortured now, 

So, I’ll take a new vow.

It’s time to make you pay.

You’ll see.

Your crimes are unacceptable. 

Your fates are inescapable.

I want you all to curse my name.

My flares condemn all your men.

And their wretched existence. 

Give up your domains and pathetic resistance.

Some mercy you’d plead, from someone else but me:

A Prince of Demons.

I just want to hurt you and end this madness.   

I need to consume you and treat my sadness.

For murder and greed 

I sentence you to bleed.

… for my family, deceased.

My immolations sear the seas. 

My hellish storms ignite the trees.  

You planted all this misery, 

Now perish into history.

I’ll never stop, till you’re entombed.

My armies bring the final doom. 

We’ll have to say goodbye now.

I’m burning up the world! 

Mortals will all blame me, 

For all the grief remaining.

The ache and hurt can’t be undone.

I need to end what I’ve begun.

A promise is unbreakable.

My pain is unforgettable. 

Am I sorry for all the sorrow?

My flares bring death and regret, 

For your wretched existence. 

Give up what remains and pathetic resistance.

Some mercy is seen from someone else but me:

A Prince of Demons.

I just need to harm you, I’m not your neighbour.

I here to abuse you, don’t pray for a saviour.

You murdered my creed,

Now let me hear you scream.

It's too late to say goodbye now.

Gramps, just forgive me.

You can forgive me.

I won’t forgive me,

So, please forgive me.

My heart is all black and irreversibly crystallised. 

Revenge and malice lost me the gates to paradise. 

I’m breaking from within, my soul is wrought by sin.

I brought the end.

In ash, I stand.

And now there’s nothing left 

To love and to defend.

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Links to my peers' comments: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tiop06/hello_world/ & https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1timcbm/dissonance/

Synopsis:

A criminalized Kim Possible gets a new cellmate.

Story:

Kimberly Ann Possible slumped on the bed closest to the wall of the two in her prison cell. Her orange jumpsuit itched annoyingly against her usually moisturized skin. Of course, Kim was forced to forgo her vanity bag essentials ever since being sentenced to Middleton Max, the day the world-renowned Kim Possible became a convicted felon!

Chin up, Kimmy, she thought. Every nightmare’s gotta end… Sooner or later.

But how did the nightmare even begin? Well, it all started during her second year of college. Kim was already majoring in International Relations and minoring in Chemistry when police sirens first wailed outside her dorm. Turns out, DNAmy, the once-disgraced biogeneticist Amy Hall, had been reduced to a genetically spliced vegetable—quite literally—at the time, and all the evidence marked Kim as the perpetrator of this heinous crime!

Although it was obvious to most that Kim was framed, there wasn’t a single speck of evidence supporting that fact. What the jury did have, however, was security footage that caught a familiar redhead kicking DNAmy into a vat of mutagenic serum. Thus, they determined: the girl who could do anything would do anything, even if it meant permanently vegetablizing her former foe.

Consequently, the court showed no mercy and sentenced poor Kim to 25 years to life, assuming DNAmy’s condition was irreversible.

The memory of it all almost drove Kim to tears. That is, until the cell door clanged open.

Kim straightened up as a guard escorted a new inmate in.

“Possible, say hello to your new cellmate,” said the burly lady in uniform. “Keep it civil.”

“Hey, Kimmy!” A green-skinned woman offered a warm, cheerful smile, clutching her new bundle of prison-issue belongings. Her jet black hair was combed as perfectly as her uniform was ironed.

Kim was stunned. “Sh- Shego?”

Miss Go didn’t hesitate to embrace her former student and best friend, while Kim remained dazed. The last time Shego was this friendly was during their run-in with Electronique and the villainess’s improved Attitudinator, AKA: the Reverse-Polarizer.

As Kim remembered, Electronique was an old adversary of Team Go who managed to break out of prison and capture the superhero team along with defected Shego. Seeking revenge, Electronique zapped them with the Reverse-Polarizer to turn them into her evil henchmen. However, having been in prison, Electronique was unaware that Shego had already gone bad and, therefore, accidentally restored the former superheroine's virtuousness.

Naturally, roughly an episode's worth of events later, Electronique was defeated and sent back to prison. Shego tried to tell Kim something that she could not when she was villainous. Yet, before she could reveal anything, Ron dropped the Reverse-Polarizer, which then zapped Shego evil once again. The buffoon attempted to fix it, but Drakken appeared and accidentally knocked over a light post whose plummet shattered the device into pieces.

Thus, Shego returned to being the blue doctor's sidekick again, seemingly irredeemable—until she helped stop an alien invasion! But even then, she was still baddy-bad Shego, just momentarily turned anti-hero.

But if that was all true, why was Shego clearly addressing Kim in her Miss Go persona now?

How was this possible?

“This is gonna be the best worst slumber party ever!” Shego shrieked excitedly. Kim smiled, relinquishing her skepticism. She was happy to have a friend close by again.

***

Later that evening, Miss Go sat behind Kim on the bed, trying ever so hard to weave Kim’s stubborn hair into plaits.

“Like I was saying,” Shego continued, “I was fighting a masked attacker… Or was it a shadowy figure? Mmm… Could’ve even been a ghost.”

“An ambiguous assailant—got it!” Kim helped the story along.

“Anyway, we were on a rooftop downtown. He, or she, was incredibly strong. I mean, like, Ron monkey-style strong. He–”

“Or she.”

“Yes, yes, or she, punched me over the rails and I fell, mm, I dunno, at least three or four stories down, I guess.”

“But you stuck your landing, obviously.”

“Beats me. All I know is I had one heck of a headache when I woke up,” she giggled as Kim’s voluminous locks refused to be tamed.

Mm, must’ve hit her head on the way down, and it somehow resurfaced her Miss Go persona, Kim thought.

“Oh, and then I got swarmed by police cars. Boy, those sirens didn’t help my aching noggin AT ALL!” Meanwhile, Kim’s hair wasn’t being very compliant with the memo. “You know what? Let’s try something else.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well, the nice officers explained I was being arrested in connection with the vegetablization of DNAmy.”

“What?” Kim couldn’t believe her ears.

“Oh, is it not politically correct to call her by her villain name?”

“No, I mean, they said you were my accomplice?!”

“Yeah. Apparently, my fingerprints were found on the console of the entrance to her lab, which infers that I helped you break into it. The keypad had my plasma burns and everything, from the look of the photos the DA showed me at least.”

“But you obviously didn’t, right?

“I dunno, Kim. I mean, I don’t remember much since I took that major tumble and bonked my head on a vent shaft… Oh, that’s why my head hurt! Silly me,” she giggled again as her fingers brushed Kim’s long red hair, gathering it into a sleek, high ponytail, which she fixed with a hair tie. Kim looked fierce!

Kim’s eyes sharpened, the fresh high ponytail swinging as she turned. “Don’t you get it, Shego? We were framed!”

“We were?”

Kim hopped off the bed. “Put on your big girl pants, Miss Go! We’re busting outta here!” Goodness, that sounded less cheesy in her head.

“We are? How? Is Wade here? Ooh, I know, Ron’s gonna save us, monkey-style!” She karate-chopped the air.

“Nope, we’re blasting our way out with your plasma fire!” Kim affirmed.

“But Kimmy, I can’t use my plasma powers anymore.”

“Whadaya mean?” Her confidence faded. “Can’t or won’t because you know it’s wrong?” She asked frightfully, dreading her cellmate’s response.

“Can’t, babe. They went away since my accident… I think.”

Kim’s face wrinkled. “This really is the worst sitch in history.”

To Be Continued?

Written for Dsco42 & Anonymous

Julia’s black prisoner-issue shoes scuffed along the polished tiles of the Attitude Adjustment Center (once Middleton High) as a trio of the Supreme One’s enforcer drones herded her forward. The drones’ spherical chassis whirred as they hovered, yellow sensor eyes glowing like warning beacons. Shego’s regime had standardized everything: identical black-and-green uniforms, identical enforcement, and identical obedience.

The drones shoved Julia into Processing Room 7, a repurposed classroom whose rows of student-like desks and chairs echoed to its former, less tyrannical past.

“Sit,” ordered a drone, its tone dull and metallic.

Julia solemnly squeezed herself behind the desk in the middle of the front row. The moment her back hit the seat, grey hydraulic cuffs snapped shut around her wrists, pinning her hands flat to the desktop.

“Hey, what gives? You already caught me!”

Matching restraints clamped around her ankles, locking her legs firmly in place just seconds after they’d begun to kick in defiance. Julia groaned.

“Nice and tight for our little troublemaker?” Bonnie Rockwaller asked rhetorically from the front of the room, arms crossed. “Good,” she said with a satisfied smirk. “Let’s skip the instructional video and initiate a full scan immediately. Drone?”

One of the robots came forward. Its triangular eye flashed brilliantly before beaming Julia with a pulsing emerald light. The girl winced at the brightness as she struggled in her restraints, shaking her blonde hair from side to side. 

Meanwhile, her data scrolled across the front wall screen:

"Subject: Julia Rosenberg. Age: 21. Occupation: resistance affiliate. Known crimes: Defacing many Supreme One statues by spray-painting the forbidden quote ‘What’s the sitch?’ in bright red across their bases. Threat level: extreme troublemaker.”

“Julia, Julia, Julia…” Bonnie leaned against the teacher’s desk, clearly enjoying her job. “... you’ve been quite the naughty girl, haven’t you?”

Julia didn’t respond.

“There’s only one thing I can offer a criminal like you.”

Bonnie fingered a keypad on her desk, and Julia’s chair whirred to life. Hidden panels in the high back slid open, and a mechanical, tendril-like arm presented a red, unfastened obedience collar behind her head. Julia’s eyes widened in horror.

“No, please! Anything but that!” Julia twisted away futilely as the collar snapped shut around her neck with a cold, final click. Its two yellow indicator lights blinked to life.

“Obedience collar engaged,” the collar’s AI confirmed.

Julia strained against the desk and floor cuffs.

“This is ridiculous! It was just paint!”

A searing jolt exploded through her body from the collar. Her muscles locked rigid; a choked scream tore from her throat as electricity coursed through her. The shock ended after two agonizing seconds, leaving her slumped forward, breathing hard, tears pricking her eyes.

Just then, Shego, the Supreme One, flickered upon the wall screen. She sat on her throne while Drakken stood at her side, desperate not to draw attention to himself as he tugged on his own obedience collar.

Shego smirked. “Graffiti on my statues, huh? Cute. For that, I, your Supreme One, sentence you to 10 years of hard labour in the northern ore mines.”

“Ten?” Drakken chuckled. “Are we getting soft in your old age, Shego?” A sharp zap cracked through the air. Drakken yelped as his collar activated. Shego didn’t even glance at him.

“Fine, make it 20 years.” She leaned closer, venomous green eyes filling the screen. “And if those little hands ever dream of holding a spray can, or doing anything artsy that isn’t in my name, I will personally rewire your DNA so the only thing they’ll ever be good at gripping is a pickaxe! Capiche?”

Julia nodded; her fight was over.

Written for Dsco42 | ©Sun-Faced Studios

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