Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any of its characters or concepts.
Author's Note: Okay, not that long ago I would never have considered writing a story like this. Then I discovered the fanfictions of people like NoDrogs and StarvingLunatic and became relatively enthralled by the whole idea of Kigo, despite not having any real interest in the Kim Possible series. This story mostly takes place after the events of 'So The Drama' and is essentially an alternative to the fourth season. There are parts in this chapter where a considerable amount of time is simply skipped over, and I apologise in advance for them.
Chapter 1: Revenge
Shego, mercenary and thief extraordinaire watched as Dr. Drakken's Little Diablo robots fell from the sky, each of them shrinking down to toy size before impacting against the ground. Her long hair plastered to her head by the drenching rain, she had an expression on her face that most would find difficult to describe but could at best be referred to as contemplative.
There were many emotions that Shego could be expected to feel at a time like this. Frustration at yet another of Drakken's schemes falling apart, anger at Kim Possible for interfering in the plan, trepidation at the looming threat of being arrested once the local authorities arrived and even curiosity at how long it would take Drakken to come up with yet another plot for world domination. In actuality however the green skinned female felt nothing, it didn't matter to her that the plan had failed and it didn't matter to her what happened next. She didn't care.
Turning, Shego began walking towards the building's edge, intending to jump down to the ground below and escape. Drakken could take care of himself. He didn't pay her enough to save him from this one.
Before she could reach her destination however she was confronted by none other than Kim Possible, the so-called teen hero and the one most directly responsible for the defeat of the Little Diablos. A flash of emotion appeared in Shego's eyes but was quickly suppressed.
Kim smiled slightly and assumed a thoughtful expression. "Do you know what I really hate?" There was a slight hint of anger in her voice. This had not been a good day for her.
Forcing herself to assume a cocky smile Shego got into a combat stance. "That your date melted?" It seemed like the kind of thing she'd usually say and that was why she said it. To her it meant nothing.
The redhead smirked slightly. "No…" She frowned and glared slightly at her raven haired enemy. "You." With that she landed a powerful kick to the pale woman's abdomen and sent her flying backwards.
Shego was taken aback by the teen's declaration of hatred towards her and as a result she didn't see the foot heading towards her abdomen until it was too late. The battle-suit enhanced kick got her airborne and sent her flying backwards at high speed.
As she flew backwards Shego's mind tried to figure out what had just happened. Kim Possible hated her, not a huge surprise but not something she would expect her goody-two-shoes rival to ever say to her. Before the mercenary could decide what, if anything this new development meant to her, her back hit something hard and she screamed as thousands of volts of electricity coursed through her body. As the current reached her mind she blacked out, the last thing she felt was a distant sensation of falling.
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When Shego finally regained consciousness the first thing she became aware of was a large weight pressing down upon her. The second thing was that she could feel multiple wounds both external and internal littered across her body. Struggling to open her eyes Shego only succeeded in widening them to narrow slits, what little vision she achieved blurred by her eyelashes.
At first all the mutated female could see was darkness but then she heard seemingly distant voices and whatever it was that had been blocking her view was pushed away along with a sizeable amount of the weight that had been crushing her.
As the soaking rain once again began to fall on Shego's form she tried to make out anything other than the stormy skies above her. She could vaguely make out some kind of figure looming over her, though what exactly it was eluded her.
Suddenly a loud masculine voice rang out. "Heh, I've found her!" The voice had come from the figure that stood over the stricken female, revealing itself to at least be a human male.
Another voice soon responded to the first, this one coming from further away. "Is she alive?" Like the first voice this one was loud and masculine.
Shego was aware of the figure above her bending down slightly to get a better look at her. As he did so she was finally able to focus enough to make out the shiny badge he wore on his shirt. The emerald eyed thief easily recognised him as a police officer. "Yeah, she's breathing."
The second man, another police officer, walked over to stand on Shego's other side. "Man, she doesn't look too good. Any idea what happened here?"
The first man frowned slightly. "Sergent says that Kim Possible kicked her into the transmitter tower. It electrocuted her and then collapsed on top of her."
"Jeez, that's a bit harsh don't you think, I mean look at her. I'm surprised she's even alive." Neither of the officers would have expected such a thing from the teen hero, though of course they did consider it might have been an accident. The second officer obviously then took a closer look at her face. "Heh, her eyes are open, she's awake."
The first man looked down as well, noticing as Shego's eyes opened slightly further. "Wow, I'm surprised she's conscious, her body's taken a lot of damage." He looked worryingly at his fellow officer. "Do you think we should get some backup?"
The second man shook his head. "Nah, she's way too beat up to do anything, look she's twitching." The statement brought Shego's attention back to her own body and she realised that it was in fact twitching, her arms especially, obviously a side effect of having so much electricity run through her body.
The next thing Shego was aware of was her damaged body being lifted by the two men and placed on what she assumed was a stretcher. There were several pieces of rubble lodged in her skin and the movement caused another wave of pain to course through her body. The injured mercenary ignored the pain however. She was used to it by now. Unfortunately even if Shego's mind could deal with her pain, her body could not and she promptly passed out once again.
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The next time Shego regained consciousness a new man was standing over her. This one wore the uniform of a paramedic and had obviously been treating some of the woman's more serious wounds.
He smiled slightly as the pale thief opened her eyes and looked at him. "Good, you're awake. I must tell you you're healing rate amazes me. Many of your wounds are already beginning to heal over." His smile waned as he looked down at his hands and the slight burns that covered them. "Working with your blood is certainly interesting." He sighed when Shego didn't respond. "Well, I've done all I can for you. I'd like to take you to hospital but I'm afraid the police won't let me." He turned and picked up his med-kit before slowly beginning to walk away.
Shego turned her head slightly to watch him leave, noticing at the same time that her body had finally stopped twitching. Struggling to make her damaged limbs work she pulled herself up to a seated position and took a good look at her body for the first time since Kim had kicked her into that tower.
A slight frown crossed her face as she saw the sheer amount of wounds covering her. The paramedic had obviously made an attempt to clean and stitch up a few of the more serious ones, including a deep cut that ran diagonally across her stomach. Many others however had been left open and though they were slowly healing of their own accord they never the less still oozed luminescent green blood across her form. Her bodysuit was torn in so many places it was actually surprising it was still intact at all.
The sound of a gun being cocked slowly brought Shego's head up. She saw four police officers standing before her, guns raised. Two of them were the men who had found her, the other two she didn't recognise.
A brown suited man stepped out from behind the four officers, his eyes quickly scanning over Shego's body before coming to rest on her face. Stepping forward he slapped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists. "Miss Go, you are under arrest for treason. Please come with me." He turned and took a couple of steps before looking back over his shoulder. "Come on. Don't tell me you can't walk. You're far too infamous a mercenary to allow such wounds to stop you."
Shego simply stared at him for a few moments before finally forcing her body to rise to its feet. Pain immediately shot through her at the movement but she ignored it as inconsequential.
The suited man smirked, ignoring the dirty looks the four officers were giving him, clearly not agreeing with how he was treating the wounded female. Facing forward again he walked off towards a prison van into which several of Dr. Drakken's henchmen were being pushed. Shego slowly followed him, the pain that every step caused her lessening as her wounds continued to heal. The four policemen followed right behind, their guns pointed at their prisoner's back.
Finally reaching the armoured van, the suited man motioned to the open doors. "Get in." His hand went inside his suit and Shego was immediately aware that he was placing his hand on his gun.
Coming to a stop in front of the vehicles rear doors, the bleeding woman turned to see who was already in there. Drakken sat just inside, glaring at the suited man while several henchmen sat on either side of the van looking decidedly dejected. With one last glance at her captures Shego stepped up into the van and sat down across from the insane doctor who had been her employer for the last few years.
Turning to look outside, the villainess caught sight of Kim Possible chatting with Ron Stoppable in the distance. Her eyes narrowed and for the first time in awhile actual emotion was visible in them, what exactly that emotion was was almost impossible to identify but it certainly did not mean anything good for the redhead it was directed at.
Shego's line of sight was soon broken as the rear doors of the police van were slammed shut in her face and the vehicle began to shake slightly as the engine started. There was a slight lurch and then the van was away, beginning the moderately long journey to the nearest maximum security prison.
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Dr. Drakken banged loudly on the small window that separated the rear of the armoured van from the driver's seat. He growled when there was no response, just like every other time he had done this. He silently cursed whoever had invented sound proof glass.
Trudging back to his seat near the door, Drakken flopped into it, glancing around at his fellow prisoners. His henchmen were all just sitting around, having long since given up on speaking or even really moving.
As the blue doctor's eyes came to rest on Shego however he noticed that she was repeatedly clenching and unclenching her hands, squeezing the fists so tight she was causing more blood to flow from her still wounded arms every time she did it. Her head was tilted forward and several locks of hair hung down, partially obscuring her face from view. Drakken was still able to see her eyes however and the look he saw in them frightened him, it was the most intense look he had ever seen and he was singularly glad that that look wasn't directed at him.
Shego's hands clenched again but this time they remained like that, the claws of her gloves beginning to dig into her palms. As the fists tightened even more blood began to seep from her hands, the green ooze dripping to the floor where it hissed and smoked.
Suddenly the green skinned martial artist pulled her arms violently to either side and the handcuffs that had held them together shattered into pieces, even the loops surrounding her wrists breaking apart and falling to the vehicles metal floor. Raising her head she looked at the clearly startled Dr. Drakken, her still extremely intense gaze freezing him in his seat.
Slowly Shego rose to her feet and turned to face the van's rear doors, ignoring the startled looks Drakken's henchmen were giving her. Looking down at her right fist she watched as it flared up with green plasma and then turned her attention to the lock in the center of the doors that blocked her path.
Without so much as a grunt the super powered female raised her right fist and then slammed it into the armoured lock, hitting it with such power that it broke completely loose from the door and crashed to the road whizzing by below. As soon as the central lock was gone, another powerful punch was all it took to break the secondary locks and send the two sturdy doors swinging open.
Having heard the commotion behind him, the man driving the van immediately applied the break and the vehicle began to skid to a halt. Paying no attention to her fellow prisoners, Shego jumped from the back of the van, landing in a roll that quickly brought her to the edge of the road with only a few scrapes from the bitumen. Rising to her feet, the still bleeding woman began to run as fast as she could.
She had 'disembarked' in what was obviously a farming area as the road was bordered on both sides by large wheat crops and it was into these that Shego made her retreat. She was vaguely aware of a large degree of commotion coming from the direction of the van. It would seem that Drakken and his henchmen had tried to escape the same way she did but were having less success than her in their endeavours.
Loud sirens signalled the arrival of a police car that should have been travelling directly behind the van but had fallen back slightly, the driver obviously not paying enough attention to the situation. It didn't matter anyway. Shego was already too far away and too fast regardless. Some of the officers tried to pursue her but they never really stood a chance. She was gone.
As she continued to race through the crops, the pale mercenary's mind was focused on a single person. The one who had caused the injuries that even now left steaming blood on every piece of wheat she touched. The so-called hero, Kim Possible.
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Casually cutting the ignition, Shego jumped out of the car she had stolen soon after her escape. Over the last half day her eyes had lost their previous intense expression and her gaze now seemed almost hollow. She looked up blankly at the relatively small mountain that stood before her. It looked mildly impressive, isolated as it was in the middle of a large plane of parched earth.
Directly in front of Shego was a large iron door built into the very side of the mountain. Drakken may have gotten better at not putting up large signs that announced the presence of his secret lairs but he still had trouble with the idea of hiding entrances.
Leaving the stolen car where it was, the emerald eyed female jogged up to the door and casually placed her hand on the identifier pad. There was a series of soft beeps and then the doors hissed open, granting the recent escapee entrance to the base beyond.
Aware that it was only a matter of time before someone tracked her here, Shego quickly made her way to the base's elevator and took it to the floor her room was on. Once there she stepped into the room and immediately tore off what was left of her bodysuit, throwing it into the corner of the room.
Rifling through a box of medical supplies in the room's corner she pulled out a large wad of bandage and quickly began applying it to her more serious wounds. The bleeding had by now slowed down considerably but Shego made sure to pull the bandages extra tight to make sure.
Once that was done she pulled a basket of clothes from under the bed. Pushing aside the spare bodysuits she instead pulled out a dark green tank top and black three-quarter length pants, quickly donning the two items. Her suit's boots were replaced with a simple pair of green combat boots. Her damaged gloves were simply discarded, the claw like fingernails of her hands weapon enough.
As she dressed, Shego silently considered what her next course of action would be. Those who thought they knew her would likely be surprised by the orderly manner of her actions, the silent intensity that now seemed to be exuded from her very body. But in reality those people didn't really know her. They only saw the exterior. They never saw what lay beneath.
Finishing dressing Shego reached over for the knife sitting on her bedside table. Picking up the bladed instrument she lifted up her long black hair with her free hand and began to saw through it with the knife, cutting it off just short of her head. In truth she had only begun growing her hair long when she began her villainy career, always before she had kept it short and now she was doing so again.
The reason? Soon she planned to fight her rival with all of her strength and she was smart enough to know that long hair was a weakness in combat. She had no intention of losing this next battle, just as she had no intention of allowing Kim to survive it.
Eventually the knife had sawed off all of the long hair that had previously flowed down Shego's back, leaving only a few centimeters of hair from each strand and single-handedly drastically altering the pale thief's appearance.
As Shego went to put down the knife she heard a sound outside her door and the next thing she knew it violently swung open and three men came running through it. Turning only slightly the young woman studied the three men out of the corner of her eye. All three were dressed in the uniforms of GJ and the two on either side were middle aged men sporting automatic weaponry. The one in the middle was a teenaged boy holding what seemed to be some sort of high tech taser.
The teenager stepped forward, holding his weapon out before him. "You almost managed to escape Shego, but you made a mistake by coming here." The two older agents began to circle around the sides of their target.
Shego frowned slightly and turned to fully face the boy. "Who are you?" Her voice held none of its usual sarcasm. It was as hollow as her eyes.
The young agent blinked. He had expected some sort of witty comeback from the infamous Shego. "Agent 1st Class Will Du, top field agent for Global Justice."
Cocking her head slightly, the now short haired villainess looked thoughtful. "So you're the best they could muster." She laughed softly, a very disturbing laugh. "It doesn't matter, you can't stop me. Not even Kimmie will be able to stop me this time." Her hands lit up.
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Dr. Director watched as one of her agents tried to hack into the lair's security system, hoping the cameras would allow them to get a fix on Shego's position. Even if he failed however Betty had already sent out multiple search teams to comb the base, if their quarry was indeed here then she wasn't going to get away.
Turning away from the hacker the one-eyed woman took a moment to survey the surrounding base. As far as Dr. Drakken's bases went it wasn't half bad, according to the schematics her agent had already been able to bring up it had quite extensive facilities both above and below ground, though it would seem all the more interesting devices had already been moved to another location. Still, it was somewhat unfortunate that they were going to have to activate the selfdestruct when they were done here but they couldn't allow this place to fall into the wrong hands.
The GJ leader was broken from her thoughts by the sound of an explosion coming from one of the above floors. The hacker immediately alerted her that the explosion had come from three floors above and, quickly signalling the surrounding agents, she rushed to the base's main stairwell.
Hurtling up the stairs, Betty quickly reached the desired floor and was easily able to identify the source of the explosion when she witnessed the door to one of the rooms had been blown off and that Will Du was lying in the hallway just outside.
Quickly checking on the young agent the middle aged female was glad to discover he was only unconscious and quickly headed into the nearby room. Inside she found two more of her agents lying among the wreckage of what had once been the room's contents, now little more than smouldering rubble.
The room looked like a bomb had gone off within it. Pieces of burnt furniture had been thrown everywhere and even the walls had small chunks missing out of them. Two melted guns lay just out of reach of the two men's outstretched hands. Fortunately Betty discovered that while they were unconscious both agents were nevertheless alive.
The brunette soon realised she had no time to linger when she heard the sound of jet engines revving coming from above. Pushing through the agents that had begun to file into the room she raced back to the stairs and ran up to the top floor.
Unfortunately when she opened the stairwell's door she could only watch as a sleek black jet lifted from its berth between the mountain's two peaks and shot off into the sky, quickly disappearing into the clouds that drifted lazily above.
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Shego's jet dropped out of the night-time clouds above Middleton, quickly diving towards the ground. Veering up at the last moment it just barely avoided crashing into the houses below.
Pulling back on the throttle, Shego brought its nose up and slowed it down to landing speed. Looking out the cockpit window she spotted what looked like a useable landing site behind what appeared to be a row of warehouses. Deciding that the large buildings would help obscure the jet's location the bandaged woman brought the plane down behind them, smoothly landing it on a vacant slab of concrete.
Pushing open the cockpit roof, the pale female jumped swiftly to the ground below, landing in an effortless crouch. Rising to her full height she immediately broke into a sprint, heading through the warehouses to the street beyond. It took her only a few moments to get her bearings and then she was off again, her destination fixed firmly in her mind.
As she ran, small amounts of her luminescent blood continued to seep from beneath her bandages, in some cases beginning to seep through. If one looked carefully enough small wisps of smoke could be seen rising from the white material.
Leaping onto a backyard fence, Shego jumped to the roof of a nearby house. She ran across the edge of the angular roof and leapt off, sailing through the air and eventually coming to land on the next house along. She continued in this way for some time until her feet eventually touched down on a somewhat familiar roof. She had reached the Possible residence.
Crawling along the roof on all fours, Shego snuck up to one of the top storey windows, but it wasn't her rival's room she was heading for. No, this was far too personal a situation to simply kill the girl as she slept. She had something else in mind.
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James Timothy Possible opened his eyes slightly as he heard something move beside his bed. He saw a shadowy figure hovering over him and thinking it was his wife opened his mouth to speak. Words never came however as he felt something press into the back of his neck and he quickly lost consciousness.
When the rocket scientist's eyes did open again it took him a moment to realise he was no longer in his bedroom, in fact he was no longer in his house. He was tied to a chair in the middle of a large empty structure, a single light above his head the only source of illumination. He tried to speak but found his mouth gagged and any attempts to move his limbs proved impossible, the ropes that held him bound too tight.
He felt a slight movement behind him and immediately tried to turn his head as much as possible. He caught a glimpse of red hair and familiar white pyjamas. The middle aged man had been married long enough to know it was his wife who sat behind him. Clearly still unconscious from whatever had knocked them out.
Mr. Dr. Possible craned his neck to look around as much of the building as he could, trying to catch sight of whoever had done this too him and his wife. At first he saw nothing but then he caught sight of a figure sitting among the rafters above what appeared to be the place's entrance. Whoever it was they were bathed in shadows and therefore impossible to fully make out but the scientist got the disturbing idea that whoever it was was looking directly at him.
"You're awake." The voice filtered down from the rafters, confirming the brown haired man's suspicions that whoever it was could see him. The voice was quite non-descript but was nevertheless identifiable as female.
The gag stopped James from responding but he immediately began going through his daughter's female enemies in his head, trying to figure out exactly who his capture was. He needn't have bothered though as the woman in question soon jumped down from the rafters and stepped calmly into the light.
The shorter hair and change of outfit threw him for a moment but the identity of his capture soon clicked in the scientist's mind. He'd only seen her in person once before but he'd heard of her often enough, and her skin complexion was not a feature that was easily missed. This was his daughter's arch-rival. This was Shego.
Stepping forward, the green skinned kidnapper tore the gag from James' mouth. "I suppose you're wondering what the two of you are doing here?"
The father of three tried to look as calm as he could. "Not really. I assume you're hoping our daughter will come to save us."
A sinister smile crossed Shego's face. "Hope has nothing to do with it. I know she will come." Her head suddenly turned as she heard a muffled attempt to speak from her other hostage. Reaching out with her left hand she tore the gag from Mrs. Dr. Possible's mouth. "About time you woke up."
James turned his head around as much as he could. "Ann are you okay?"
The redheaded surgeon turned to get a glimpse of her husband. "I'm fine James." Her blue eyes flashed to Shego and she glared angrily. "Kim is going get you for this."
The martial artist chuckled, sending a chill down both of her hostages' spines with the sound. "I find that unlikely. For you see, Kimmie is not going to survive our next encounter."
Ann gasped, frightened by the seriousness she heard in the younger female's voice. "You… you wouldn't." Perhaps she shouldn't be surprised. She knew Kim risked her life all the time saving the world from a variety of villains. Was it that surprising that one of them would want to take the teen hero out of the picture permanently? But still, it was shocking to hear someone directly threaten her daughter's life.
James shot daggers at Shego with his eyes. "You're a monster."
The emerald eyed female turned slowly to look her male hostage in the eye. "Maybe I am, BUT WHY DO YOU CARE?!"
The last part was yelled directly into his face and took the scientist back slightly. "She's… she's my daughter, of course I care."
A maniacal glint flashed across Shego's eyes as she leaned in closer. "Have you forgotten that I'm human as well? I had a father too you know? I know how your kind works." She cocked her head slightly, the maniacal glint returning to her eyes. "Tell me, do you enjoy making her scream. DO YOU!!" She lit up one of hands and held it dangerously close to the middle aged man's face.
James couldn't even respond. The very suggestion that he would ever hurt his Kimmie-cub shocking him so much he couldn't talk.
Her eyes narrowing at the lack of response, Shego turned to her female hostage. "And what about you? Do you comfort her? You probably do. But let me ask you this. Do you stop him, do you even try?" Finally pulling back her burning hand and allowing the plasma to die off, she made no attempt to stop the single tear travelling down her right cheek.
Ann just stared at the younger woman for a moment before eventually finding the words to speak. "You're insane." It wasn't a suggestion, it was a statement of fact, there wasn't even any malice in its speaking.
Shego stared back at the doctor for a moment before smiling slightly, a smile that might even have been sincere. "True enough, though you're daughter never managed to spot it." She sighed and reached behind James' head, pressing her fingers into the pressure point located there.
Ann felt rather than saw her husband slump into unconsciousness. As she felt Shego's hand slid to the back of her neck she tried one last time to get through to her capture. "Don't do this."
The mentally unstable female pressed her fingers into the surgeon's pressure point and watched as she too slumped into unconsciousness. "It's too late for that. Far too late."
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Kim Possible yawned and stretched as she rose from her bed, fond memories of the prom two nights ago still circling through her head. She quickly made her way to the bathroom and took her morning shower, all the while feeling positively giddy about the kiss she had shared with Ron.
Her emotional high continued as she skipped down to the kitchen and began preparing some breakfast for herself. Then she went to get the milk from the fridge and in a single instant her high came crashing down. Taped to the front of the fridge was a simple two sentence note.
'If you want your parents back, come to the attached coordinates. I'll be waiting.'
Tearing the note from the fridge the teen immediately flipped it over. Unsurprisingly there was a set of coordinates written on the back.
Dread rose up from the pit of the redhead's stomach as her hyperactive mind began running through all the terrible things that could be happening to her parents right now. Whipping out her ever present Kimmunicator she initiated a call through to Wade's computer, almost screaming when the screen didn't immediately light up.
When Wade did answer he was dressed in his pyjamas and looked decidedly tired. "What's up Kim?" He didn't sound too happy with her call.
Kim didn't have time to worry about her friend's tiredness and began typing the coordinates she'd received into the Kimmunicator. "Wade, someone's kidnapped my parents! I need you to tell me where the following coordinates are right now!"
The computer genius' eyes widened slightly at the information and he began typing rapidly on his keyboard. "Okay, okay, they're in Middleton. Industrial district. One of the old warehouses on Thomas Road. Looks like number… 22. Do you need a ride?"
The teen hero was already racing up her house's stairs. "No thanks Wade, if they're that close it will be faster if I just leg it." Bursting into her room she disconnected the call with Wade and opened up the doors to her wardrobe. Pushing everything else aside she grabbed the item hanging at the back of the cupboard. Her battle-suit.
Stripping quickly, Kim pulled the suit on at lightning speed and paused only to pick up the Kimmunicator before rushing down the stairs and out the front door. She briefly considered that it might have been a good idea to check on her brothers before leaving but right now her attention was focused almost entirely on her missing parents. She ran off towards Middleton's industrial district as fast as her battle-suit enhanced legs could carry her, which was quite fast.
A beep from the olive eyed girl's pocket alerted her that Wade was trying to initiate a call. Not breaking stride she pulled the Kimmunicator from her pocket and looked at the screen. "What!?" She was far too anxious to be polite.
Wade seemed to understand and didn't take offence at his friend's tone. "Do you want me to call the local authorities? They could be there in a few minutes."
Leaping effortlessly over a backyard fence, Kim shook her head forcible. "No. This is personal, I'll handle it myself."
The short boy was hesitant to agree with the teen's reasoning. "Are you sure Kim? You don't know what's waiting for you."
The redhead nodded again. "I'm sure." She disconnected the call, not wanting to argue her point with Wade any longer. Leaping over several more fences she found herself in the industrial district and quickly made a bee-line for Thomas Road.
Less than a minute later she stood in front of two large iron doors, the entrance to Warehouse 22. Oddly the doors were unlocked and swung open easily when she applied force to them. As soon as the doors were sufficiently open the young martial artist snuck carefully inside.
Any plans of stealth vanished however as the seventeen year old saw her parents tied to two chairs in the center of the cavernous warehouse. Fear almost overwhelming her at their stillness, Kim rushed to their side, fearfully checking to make sure they were alive. Sighing in relief when she realised they were just unconscious, she shook both of them by their shoulders. "Mom, Dad, wake up. I need you guys to tell me what happened."
Ann groaned as she returned to consciousness, immediately noticing the hand placed on her shoulder. Relief flowed over her when she realised it was the hand of her daughter. "Oh Kim, it's so good to see you, I…" She stoped mid-sentence and looked at something over Kim's shoulder, fear registering on her face.
Worried at her mother's expression Kim slowly turned around. When she saw who it was that stood behind her she almost gasped in shock. "Shego?" The young genius had never seen her rival looking like this before, and it wasn't even the outfit and change of hairstyle that got her, it was the expression on the green skinned woman's face. Gone was the usual cocky smirk and the eyes that usually exuded sarcasm. Instead an expressionless face looked back at her and the only thing that could be seen in those emerald eyes were the reflections of her own.
Shego smiled slightly, a glimmer of some deeply suppressed emotion flashing in her eyes. "Hello Princess, I'm so glad you could join us."
Kim blinked, from her presence it was apparent that it had been Shego that had kidnapped her parents but for the life of her the redhead could not figure out why. She knew that right now she should be feeling angry but all she really felt was confused. "Shego, why are doing this?"
The raven haired mercenary took a moment to respond and when she did it was not the answer Kim had expected. "Because Princess, I promised myself a long time ago that I would never allow myself to feel emotions again. That I would never allow myself to be hurt again. I hid behind a facade to keep the rest of the world out. But you…" She raised one hand and pointed it accusingly at the olive eyed girl. "You make me feel. I tried to suppress it. I refused to even consider what emotions it was you stirred. But in the end it was pointless. For a moment there, on that roof, you made me feel. You told me you hated me, and it hurt." She looked down at the bandages covering her abdomen. "And physical pain followed soon after."
It took a moment for Kim to take in everything the older female had said. The Shego she'd known had been nothing more than a facade? It just seemed so unreal. She had never before stopped to consider what had made her enemy become who she was, but if her aversion to emotion was as real as it seemed then it was almost certainly something terrible.
Until this very moment Kim hadn't stopped to really think about what she had done to Shego on top of the Bueno Nacho building. Looking back on it now though she realised it wasn't something she should be proud of. She had told Shego she hated her, and perhaps she was justified in that. But kicking her fellow martial artist into a collapsing electrified tower had been going too far, especially considering she hadn't even checked if she was alright afterwards. And by the look of the green blood seeping out from the mass of bandages covering the green woman's body, it was clear she had not been alright. "Shego, I'm… I'm sorry."
The older girl laughed, though it sounded more like a cackle. "I'm afraid it's too late for sorry Pumpkin." Her eyes widened slightly and it was clear she was not in the right frame of mind. "You made me feel! You made me hurt! And now there's only one way to make the feeling stop." She clenched her fists and got into a combat stance. "You must die!" Her hands simultaneously lit up with plasma.
Kim barely had time to register the statement before Shego came charging towards her. She tried to protect herself with her arms but was not quite fast enough and her opponent's plasma charged right fists collided solidly with her abdomen, sending her flying back to land in a sprawl at her mother's feet.
The young hero however quickly regained her feet and was ready when three plasma blasts came her way. She dodged the first two and then transformed the suit around her right hand into a scoop, using it to catch the third blast and send it hurtling back at its source.
Rather than dodge the treasonous plasma, Shego simply threw another blast to counter it, the two attacks colliding in mid-air and creating a mild explosion. Following up the counter she charged forward once again, throwing a plasma blast at Kim's head.
The plasma blast was deftly dodged, but then its creator had expected that. As Kim spun sideways she unexpectedly encountered Shego's right leg swinging up towards her. Pushing off hard from the ground she propelled herself backwards and watched as the bandaged limb swept past just short of her body.
Pivoting on her heel, Shego brought her right leg down and instead lashed out with her left arm. The fist stoped just short of her redheaded opponent's still moving body, but as it reached its maximum extension a blast of plasma erupted from it, slamming full force into Kim's chest.
Grunting in pain from the impact, the nimble hero back flipped to put some more distance between herself and the plasma wielding martial artist. She was supremely glad for her suit's protective properties. Without them that attack may very well have done some serious damage. As she regained her feet she was immediately forced to dodge yet another plasma blast, this one aiming for her chest.
This time Shego didn't follow up the plasma blast with a charge but instead held her hands close together at her side and formed a glowing ball of plasma, which she subsequently sent hurtling at her teenage rival.
Kim saw the plasma ball coming and was successfully in dodging it but was unprepared for the plasma beam that Shego fired directly after, the stream of plasma slamming into her side and smashing her into a nearby wall.
Ann couldn't stand to see her daughter getting beaten around. "Kimmie get up! Don't let her beat you!" She didn't want to think about what would happen if the olive eyed girl lost this fight.
Smiling slightly at her mother's encouragement, Kim rose to her feet, wiping a small trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. Looking across the warehouse she realised that Shego was just standing there, as if waiting for the redhead to make the next move. Slightly annoyed at the ease of the other female's stance Kim charged forward, hoping to catch her opponent off guard.
Shego however was well prepared for the attack. She side-stepped the teenager's first punch and tried to knee her in the stomach. This attack was avoided but the follow up punch from her right hand was more successful, catching Kim on her unprotected chin and knocking her into the air slightly. The combo was finished off with a powerful left spin kick to the girl's side that once again sent her hurtling through the air to land in a heap near her parents.
Once again Kim rose to her feet, but this time did so with considerably more difficulty. Her chin had been bruised and burnt where the plasma charged fist had connected and although the battle-suit had absorbed much of the damage her side was still aching from where Shego's leg had connected. Had she not been wearing the suit she had no doubt that attack would have broken several of her ribs.
Spitting out a wad of blood, the battered hero tried to figure out how this could be happening. In the past she'd been able to defeat Shego without the use of her battle-suit but now it seemed even with the suit she was no match for her. Had her rival been holding back all that time? And if so, why?
Kim had no further time to consider the past though as Shego jumped into the air behind her and brought her right arm swinging around in a slashing movement. Immediately three spears of plasma erupted from the plasma trail the thief's right hand left behind.
Recognising this attack from when she had fought Shego at the Bueno Nacho headquarters, Kim immediately leapt backwards as far as she could. Sure enough the spears hit the ground where she had previously been standing and exploded violently, throwing up dust and small pieces of concrete. Fortunately her parents were just outside of the explosive radius and although James was cut across the cheek by a small piece of rubble they were both relatively unharmed.
The injury to his cheek was positive in that it finally roused James back to consciousness. Though he did not really consider seeing his battered daughter facing off against a seemingly unharmed Shego a positive. "Kimmie-cub!"
Though she heard her father's voice Kim knew she could not afford to get distracted by it, not when her very life was riding on the outcome of this battle. As another set of three plasma spears came racing towards her she threw up her suits energy shield, hoping it would stop the attacks. The tactic was successful to the extent that the first two spears detonated harmlessly against the shield. However it was unable to stand up to the impact of the third spear and collapsed as the plasma exploded. Part of the explosive force broke through and sent the teen hero tumbling across the ground, as well as ripping through her suit in several places. Though the battle-suit repaired itself almost instantaneously, its occupant's body was not so easily fixed and Kim was left in a considerable amount of pain.
Falling back to earth, Shego landed in a crouch several meters from her injured opponent. Rather than charge forward though, she instead turned her attention to her right arm. That last attack had reopened a rather deep wound near her shoulder which was now bleeding profusely. As she watched the luminescent blood ate away at her bandages and began to flow down the length of her arm. The super powered female frowned slightly at the wound but soon turned her attention away from it. There were more important things to worry about now, like finishing Kim off.
Finally regaining her feet, Kim immediately focused on Shego's bleeding arm. She considered that taken advantage of an unfairly inflicted injury was a little cheap, but right now she couldn't afford to let any opportunity for victory go to waste. Pushing her battle-suit's abilities to the limit she sprung forward, swinging her leg around at her opponent's right side.
As expected, Shego raised her right arm to protect herself but the damaged limb was unable to take the full force of the attack. It buckled under the impact and forced its owner off balance. Taking advantage of the opportunity this presented, Kim rammed her right fist into the martial artist's abdomen, the most bandaged part of her body.
Groaning in pain, Shego slid back several feet, silently thankful that the stitches in her abdominal wound had held together. Noticing her nimble opponent diving at her again she quickly let loose with a plasma blast. The attack missed but was successful in so far that it forced the teenager to break off her attack and fall back.
Back flipping to escape the plasma blast, Kim landed on the back of her heels and skidded to a halt on the hard concrete floor. Placing her right hand on the ground she tried hard to catch her breath. She had put all the strength she had left into that attack and despite it all Shego was still standing. It was now becoming increasingly hard to believe in the chance of victory. The redhead silently cursed herself for not asking for backup when she had the chance.
Shego watched as Kim struggled to rise, wondering why the girl even bothered to try. She was beaten. She should just give up and accept it. "Face it Pumpkin, this is the end for you." Clenching her left hand she began concentrating plasma around it, watching as the intensity of the surrounding glow increased. "But if you will not accept that. Then I guess I'll just have to show you!" She air punched with her left arm and sent a vividly glowing sphere of plasma racing towards her stricken opponent.
Raising her head, Kim watched as the high-speed projectile streaked through the air towards her. In actuality the sphere crossed the intervening distant in less than a second but to the teen hero that period of time seemed to stretch out into minutes. Something in her mind told her that if she didn't dodge this attack she was going to die. Now she'd been it situations like this before, many times in fact. But never before had she felt so drained at a time like this. For a fraction of a second she almost gave up hope, but then determination welled up within her. Determination to live.
Tapping into stores of energy she didn't even know she had, Kim leapt to her right, watching in slight awe as the plasma bolt sailed past inches from her head. The heat from the sphere was so intense that even without making contact it still left a burn behind on her left cheek. Turning her head to the side the young martial artist stared in shock as the green sphere passed straight through the warehouse wall behind her, not even slowed down by the solid metal bulkhead.
Both of Kim's parents sighed in relief as they saw their daughter avoid the deadly attack, but their joy was short lived as they witnessed Shego stalk over to the injured girl. That last dodge had taken everything Kim had and she was unable to resist as the taller female reached down and grabbed her around the neck with a surprisingly unburnt left hand.
Lifting the younger girl up by the neck Shego held her at eye level, the teenager's feet dangling just short of the ground. "You shouldn't have done that Possible. It would have been painless." She pulled back her right hand and pointed her outstretched fingers at Kim's heart, plasma immediately beginning to flow along them. "But this I'm afraid, is going to hurt."
Despite attempts to stop them a pair of tears slid down Kim's cheeks. "Shego please. I… I don't want to die." She didn't want it to end, not like this.
There was a glimmer of something in Shego's eyes but she quickly clenched them shut and shook her head. When they opened again they were once more vacant. The unstable woman's mouth twisted into a cruel parody of a smile and without saying a word she sent her glowing hand streaking towards Kim's vulnerable chest.
End Notes: Well that's it for now. Please review, so long as it's not a flame I'd appreciate it. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and to be honest this story hasn't turned out quite as I had originally planed so I could really use the feedback.