Drakken walked down the hallway of his latest lair to a sector which he barely used, the prison sector. He didn't typically take prisoners or hold people for ransom but this had been too good of an opportunity to pass up. Sure he had to trade away his latest doomsday project for it but that was most likely to fail anyway and now after all these years he knew that he would have his revenge on Kim Possible.
He approached the door to the cell which was being guarded by two henchmen
"Has the prisoner made any escape attempts?" He questioned them half assuming that his captive was already long gone.
"No sir" one of the henchmen responded, Drakken eyed him skeptically before opening the door and stepping inside.
Much to his surprise the prison cell which took up only half of the large room still contained the dark haired girl. What gene pool she got her hair from he would never know but he didn't really care, all he knew was that in his clutches he had the perfect bait for Kim Possible, her daughter.
"I'm surprised, your mother would've at least attempted an escape by now" he said, he had been informed by the henchmen that the prisoner was refusing to speak. But she grunted at his comment
"I got nowhere to go" she answered not taking her eyes off of the dirt floor
"Oh really, what did you do run away?" He questioned the teen accusingly but slightly intrigued. There was something about this girl, something evil. Maybe he could really crush Kim Possible by turning her own daughter against her
"I wanted to. I tried once but I was only four, needless to say I didn't get very far" she joked finally looking up to meet his gaze
"Nah I didn't run away, but my parents aren't coming for me if that's what you're waiting on" she told him but Drakken frowned
This girl wasn't anything like her parents. Just by the way she held herself he could see that. She sat up against the back wall of her cell with her knees up not quite to her chest but up enough for her to rest her arms on them. Her black hair was falling out of its ponytail with many strands hanging down in her face. But the strange thing was that her attitude seemed so relaxed. She didn't seem to care one way or the other if she was freed or if she rotted in the jail cell. In fact based on her posture Drakken was beginning to wonder if she had ever been to prison or at least a juvenile prison. He doubted it considering her parentage but he didn't doubt that she could survive in one.
"Believe me kid your parents will come for you" Drakken sneered and the girl actually chuckled
"Yeah you just keep telling me that and maybe after a couple months I'll believe you, just a warning though I've got a pretty thick skull" she joked and she seemed to only get more enjoyment out of it when Drakken growled in frustration.
He was beginning to regret trading away is doomsday device for a teenager whose tongue was quicker than his ex-sidekick's. None the less she did appear to have something against her parents and Drakken knew he could use that to his advantage
"What's your name kid?" He asked the girl
"Heather" she answered simply
"Ok Heather, something is telling me that you don't get alone with your parents" Drakken inquired which resulted in a scoff from Heather
"That would be putting it lightly" she grumbled as a sly grin spread across Drakken's face, this was heading in a particularly evil direction.
"What if I were to offer you a chance to… get back at them for all the wrong they've done to you?" He bargained, not that Drakken could imagine Kim Possible and the buffoon actually doing wrong by their children.
"I'd say that you're actually dumber than you look" Heather quipped with a grin before her face became serious
"I'm not an idiot. Yeah my so called 'parents' haven't done anything but lie to me my whole life but I'd never hurt them" she began to explain, using air quotes when she referred to her parents
"Oh please, what could your parents possibly have lied about?" Drakken inquired, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Heather chuckled "you got three hours?" She sarcastically asked before answering her captor's question.
"I didn't know that they used to be world renowned hero's until two days ago, I didn't know that they never wanted me" Heather began quickly catching herself has her voice began to crack "I had my suspicions of that though, they never told me the details of my adoption" she explained, looking back at the dirt floor
"You're adopted?" Drakken asked although it made sense, Heather didn't resemble Kim Possible or the buffoon
"Yup and that was their biggest lie. They told me it was a closed adoption, that they had never met my birth parents. But they did" Heather confessed, her voice cracked again as she struggled to hide away her tears.
She stared down at the ground as she spoke, as if she were speaking to herself instead of Drakken.
"They met with my mother a few weeks before I was born and then again on the day I was born. My father doesn't know I exist but through some strange fate my adoptive parents did know him, but they hid that from me" Heather finished mentally fighting to keep herself from allowing her anger to surface.
She looked down in anger and sadness. She hated what her 'parents' had done to her. They lied about everything and now she wasn't even sure if they ever really loved her or if it had all just been a lie, had adopting her just been a favor to an old friend?
Drakken hated to admit it but he almost felt sorry for the broken girl he was holding captive. Her story gave her every right to hate her parents and yet he could tell that she still loves them, as if she knows that there is something more to the story that she doesn't yet know or understand, or maybe she's just hoping for that.
Drakken turned to leave but as he left Heather said one last thing
"Have you ever experimented on a person?" She asked, it was an odd question but Drakken figured that the girl must fear for her own safety so he decided to tell her the truth, after all if he lied it would only motivate her to escape.
"I'm interested in taking over the world not killing people" he responded leaving the room.
Once he was gone and she was alone Heather finally let the rage course through her veins. It was one of those rare moments where she wanted to feel it; she wanted to feel the fire. It only took a second for the anger to ignite it, both of her hands quickly becoming encased with it. The green flame danced on the surface of her skin and she smirked, Drakken had no idea.
"Nice to see you dad" she muttered sarcastically as though Drakken could hear her.