just GO

Drakken: I think I pulled a muscle.

as soon as he said he’d enjoy it, shego pulled away with an angry huff. “well if you’re going to enjoy it, then never mind. not fun for me anymore. maybe i’ll get lucky and you’ll just die.” 

“so is there a place around here that doesn’t make you a little bitch, or are you too good for anything else?” 

too good for anything else. shego was too good for this entire town. actually, she was the exact opposite of good. but here she was in this shit hole. “a bitch and a little bitch are two very different things. for example, i’m a bitch and this place is perfect for you seeing as you seem to, in fact, be a little bitch.”

“ah! stop trying to get me on fire!” varian yelled as soon as he saw the blast coming his way, though his concern did not fade away even if it had failed to catch him. something in him told the guy that the mere occurrence of that wasn’t a coincidence anyways.

after that, varian’s nerves really couldn’t handle being dismissed nor scared like that anymore. it quite of reminded him of one too many other times where he felt like using the only force he knew and controlled, but now with the other so carelessly using hers, he decided to take out a sealed test tube out of his pocket, one which he ended up breaking under her face as she got closer, releasing then fumes that he made sure not to breath in until a good minute later.

perhaps trying out ruddiger’s obedience elixir on her wasn’t the right move, but now it was too late, and varian dared to order shego something else. “don’t steal from me. and apologize for that.”

shego hadn’t noticed the tube. she’d heard something break, but had assumed it was something in the bag he’d been rummaging through. don’t steal from me and apologize for that. she grinned, an amused snort just about ready to leave her lips at the mere idea of it. 

but then she froze. she suddenly had the urge to give him the marshmallows back. a small part of her tried to fight against it but she handed him the marshmallows, mumbling a sorry. she looked at him, eyes slitted. “what did you do?”

she easily could’ve pretended he wasn’t there. she did possess the ability to tolerate people, though it didn’t happen very often. then this small sad excuse for a human being had to go mumbling under their breath and that got on her last nerve. she was an assassin; she could kill them and be gone before anyone in the building even realized. but that was too easy and shego liked a challenge. it was better when they suffered slowly. her fingers grazed the spine of the book so lightly that they wouldn’t notice. and by the time the green flames were visible, she was gone.

the first time he had seen shego show off her green flames, varian convinced himself they were only a figment of his imagination, or perhaps just an odd reflection on his jeep’s mirror, but now seeing it face to face, he couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping the slightest. “it doesn’t get much clearer than that.” the guy said, eyes widened at the trick.

shego stood, casually shooting a blast so it would miss him by mere inches and land in the center of his fire. the addition caused it to change to a shade of green that was not quite the same color as the one that had left her hand, 

 “aww,” she hummed teasingly as she stepped through the explosion to where he was on the other side of it. “don’t be too discouraged little boy. she reached over and patted his head. “maybe one day you’ll be almost half as cool as me. 

but until then-” she leaned in very close to his face as if she were going to kiss him. but before he could even blink, she snatched the marshmallows back again, spinning away and popping one into her mouth. “- i win.”

it piqued varian’s interest how unfazed the other got, given that fire had practically splashed onto her and little did shego do about it. “uh-huh” he agreed although still suspicious, deciding then to walk around the fire before his eyes rolled away at the sight of her pout. “wonder why that is… pyromaniac tendencies perhaps?”

shego smirked, leaning over so he could see her around the fire he’d put himself behind. she held her hand out, looking at her manicure. “ pyromaniac tendencies...” she hummed as her hand became engulfed in green flames. “i guess you could say that.”

“surprise, surprise.” varian’s words reeked sarcasm, but it was only until the other decided to critique his failed experiment’s turnout that he felt like giving up for good on it. yeah. it was even failing at growing as any other fire should, so in a spur of the moment, varian went back to his backpack and took out a glass bomb he had filled with several flammable materials of his creation. one quick fix of his goggles on his eyes and boom. the bomb had made the fire grow 5 times as usual in height, but barely in radius, luckily. “better?”   

the burst the glass made caused some of the embers to jump up out of the fire and onto her arm. they began to grow slowly and shego let them linger there for a moment too long before patting it out. she shrugged at his question. “i guess for your run of the mill fire it’s decent enough.” she gave him an exaggerated pout. “but don’t be too disappointed. my standards on fire are pretty high.”

the more alice spoke, the more shego wanted to stick her freshly manicured nails into this girl’s eyes. she let out a snort. “trouble? i could burn this place to the ground before you could so much as open your mouth to apologize. don’t see how that’s trouble.”  she hadn’t been here long enough to get exiled and she still had things she needed to accomplish here. but this conversation was making it very difficult. “we didn’t get off to anything. this” she waved her hand in a circular motion at alice, “is already way more than you deserve. i don’t care what your name is. take your coffee and get out of my face.”

“hey!” varian yelled out immediately, way before his brain could bring back the memory of the girl before him. of course it was the only rude person he had met so far, and how fitting that when he felt the most cranky, she was nearby. “so you steal too?” he said with a frown on his face as he walked up to the other, snatching the bag right back before burring it inside his backpack.

“i do lots of things,” she hummed, wiggling her eyebrows as he snatched the marshmallows away from her. of course she’d let him take them back, otherwise he’d never have managed it. and he seemed to be in a bad mood without her help. so instead of causing a new problem, she decided to add to what she could only assume was the cause of the existing one. “your fire’s lame.”

“jesus christ, why are you still talking? don’t you have a life? i don’t care about you or your brain. i don’t care what language you speak or if you’re from this country. you clearly understand english so what part of go away do you not comprehend?”