Authors note: I just want to say sorry I've been away for so long, had some personal things to take care of and a nasty case of writers block. Anyway, I've revised this story a bit and cleaned it up here and there. As usually Kim Possible is not my creation and is property of Disney Company… please don't sue.
It was the day after Drakken's forty-sixth birthday; he finally sat down on his bed and looked at himself in the mirror. He grimaced, He saw an old weather beaten man with a body hardened by age and abuse of his chosen career, and a mild drinking problem, though on the outside, one would say he had the body of a man half his age the inside was another story. It was during a routine medical screening mandated by the villainy union that the doctor told him clearly; at this late stage, he had about six months to a year before the cancer would over take his brain and kill him. Shego was still on vacation when he found out; she sent a post card from her last known location, somewhere in the Bahamas.
Drakken had spent the night doing research looking through all the medical files and consulting with specialists even looking into the dangerous and supernatural but to no avail. If he had found the cancer earlier, before it spread further into his brain he might had had a fighting chance. Funny how the thing that is going to kill him gave him no physical pain, it just silently and slowly worked away at him for what the medical doctor at the clinic estimated to be about a year and a half.
He reached under his bed, pulled out a small black box, and set it down next to him. He opened the box to a small black revolver. He recovered the few things from his mother's house when she died a year ago. He learned the gun belonged to his father, a NYC police officer killed in the line of duty when Drakken was a few months old. He barely remembered his father. He barely remembered what he had done with his own life. He was forty-six years old, with nothing to show for it. He had no wife, no children, not even a dog. He was a college dropout who turned to villainy in reality to escape his own short comings as a man, only to lose to a child named Kim possible who had now surpassed him academically who was a part time researcher and full time assistant director of global justice. He even attended her wedding to Ron Stoppable, a now excellent chef and owner of a well-known chain of restaurants worldwide.
Shego had been there but things had become strained .Especially last week when she sat him down and told him after the vacation meant to burn out the rest of her vacation leave she would be gone at the end of the month. He would be alone. Shego had reached the age where she wanted stability to settle down and have something more permanent and safe to raise a child, he was hurt angry. He yelled at her calling her things she never thought would leave his mouth she had tearfully left him half-drunk and on the kitchen floor. He could not face that life. He could not face a painful death where he would slowly loose his mind and be reduced to the mental capacity of a toddler and that is before he lost control of his bodily functions.
There were many things in his life he could not control but the end; that was something he could have on his own terms. He took the bullets from a small box and loaded one bullet cursing each failure in his life: his failure as a man, his failure as a villain, his failure as a son, his failure as a human being. He left a note for Shego and apologized to her for the mess he was about to leave. He put the gun to his temple cocked it took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Drakken, Sweetie, please put the gun down," Pleaded Shego. She always called him Sweetie when she wanted his compliance; it worked about eighty percent of the time when it was just them. She walked deeper into the darkened bedroom. The moonlight on Drakken's face gave him an almost ethereal quality.
"Drakken, look at me." Just a little closer she thought.