My entry in 's "Superhero Kim Possible" art contest.
This deviation shared second as the best handdrawn picture.
Can I Be Your Sidekick? Ch.5 part2Can I Be Your Sidekick? Ch.5 part2 by oldsoldier2
Her Emerald Radiance...
“O-kay,” responded Shego cautiously as she leaned back on one leg, placing hands on hips and dimming her eyes back to their normal state.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Chen, Mystical Monkey Monk and Senior Loremaster of the nearby Monkey Temple of the South Winds.” Glancing over he observed Shego’s people affix what appeared to be a little square stamp upon their foreheads and watched curiously as the eyes of the hostages turned a pale lavender, the iris’ glowing a dull white. “First of all, if I may be so bold, to what purpose is that treatment of the hostages and guards?”
“Innocent hostages would most likely be drawn from the local population and aren’t likely to be wearing expensive clothing and accessories from the Club Banana flagship store. These were Yu’s best lieutenants, accountants, enforcers and chemists. Pretend they’re
Can I Be Your Sidekick? Ch.5 part 1Can I Be Your Sidekick? Ch.5 part 1 by oldsoldier2
Her Emerald Radiance…
Time Stream Journal
She gets up promptly in the morning at the first buzz of her alarm; I’m quite sure snooze buttons are a foreign concept to her. Facing the day with gas tanks full and batteries fully charged, she takes on the day with gusto; cheerful, focused and always ready to lend a hand, she does not stop until she chooses to. Even when she’s rushed she still has a grip on everything within her sphere of influence. And here I thought I had my act together. I swear she has a fusion power reactor in each leg. And Kimmie is no different except she’s a little slower out of the sack, her temper is worse and she can’t cook.
However, I sense there is an underlying ‘something’ to this frenetic pace the Possible women maintain. I don’t need them to burn out; I just might assign my Psi-Ops people to keep an eye on them.
I WAS THAT WHICH OTHERS DID NOT WANT TO BE.
I WENT WHERE OTHERS FEARED TO GO,
AND DID WHAT OTHERS FAILED TO DO.
I ASKED NOTHING FROM THOSE WHO GAVE NOTHING,
AND RELUCTANTLY ACCEPTED THE THOUGHT OF
ETERNAL LONELINESS ...SHOULD I FAIL.
I HAVE SEEN THE FACE OF TERROR;
FELT THE STINGING COLD OF FEAR;
AND ENJOYED THE SWEET TASTE OF A MOMENTS LOVE.
I HAVE CRIED, PAINED, AND HOPED ...BUT MOST OF ALL,
I HAVE LIVED TIMES OTHERS WOULD SAY WERE BEST FORGOTTEN.
AT LEAST SOMEDAY I WILL BE ABLE TO SAY THAT I WAS PROUD OF
WHAT I WAS ...