Disclaimer: Any characters mentioned in this story who belong to the series is property of Disney. All other characters belong to whoever they belong to.
Author's Note: This is the sequel to Exos Complexity. You have to read that story to understand how it led to this one. This story will be darker than the other two in the series. That's why the genre is different than the other two.
The Legacy of Shego
By: Gim
Chapter 1: Advent of the End
Prologue
When people die they leave behind memories and worldly possessions. Either it is money, property, or some small valued heirloom. When Shego died she only left behind her love ones and the memories of her being alive because her worldly possessions belonged to them long before her death. Shego never intended to cause her love ones to feel such pain and sorrow over her death. But, she did cause it because she loved the ones that loved her. Her children were able to cope with her death better than her husband. Her death caused the love of her life to never be the same again. With Shego's death, she also left her love ones a gift that they didn't know about. A gift that changed the world forever. A gift that saved the love of her life in the end.
For two long months the broken hearted man has stayed in the neglected, run down cabin located in the far reaches of the Appalachian Mountain range. He has not left the cabin for those two whole months and stayed inside because he had no reason to leave. He had became a shadow, a ghost, nothing but a shell of his former self. The nights in the cabin were the worst. His wails would fill the cabin with the most horrible screams. His world had been gone for many years and there was nothing left for him to live for. His friends were dead, the love of his life was dead, his life was dead. He did not care about staying alive anymore.
The only reason he was still breathing was for the other two people staying in the cabin with him. If they weren't there, he would have went insane and might have killed himself long ago. His mood changed since the day they all were reunited and he had spiraled into a never ending depression. The only words he said during the two months were, "I'm sorry." Since those spoken words, nothing but silence from him except at night when he would wail.
During the daylight, he would shuffle through the cabin into varies rooms or sit in the living room all day and stare at the wall for hours upon hours. The other two people staying in the cabin would try to snap him out of his depression but their words of affection had no effect on him. He was nothing like they remembered so many years ago. A man of strength and character who would pity the man he is now. They knew he has given up on life and there was nothing they could do to change that. His fight was over and now he only waited for his death. A death that he won't see for many more years unless he ended up killing himself or someone else would come along and put him out of his misery.
The only problem with someone killing him for him, he had a record of living through anything that would kill a normal person. Now, however, it might be possible for someone to succeed in killing him because he had no reason to fight death. The man relished the idea of someone attempting to kill him because he knew his sorrow be over. No other man in the world had endured such pain as this man possessed and it had finally took its final toil on him. He only broke down and cried once but now he cried none stop at all hours of the day. Him crying made his sorrow worst and his pain had driven him to hate the world. He hated it with a passion, all the cruel, unforgiving things in the world. It had taken the most loved things from his life except two and still he hated the world. He knew someday the two people who were staying with him would be taken away too and hopefully his final sorrow as well.
He would cuss the world while he sat in silence. He would curse against the cabin he was in, the trees he seen through the window, the snow that covered everything, the sky, the air he breathed, the clothes he wore, anything he ate or drink that kept him alive, even himself. He hated everything but the two people who were with him. They were all he loved now and that has kept him from completely losing his mind. He would listen to everything they said to him, he would nod to them and go back to whatever he was doing.
They were at a lost and were hoping everything be better with his return. It wasn't and they too felt depressed watching him day in and day out. They wished he would come back to his old self and be the father they remembered when they were kids. A man who would take time out of the day to play ball with them or take them on walks across the desert they live in while they were kids. The man who taught them how to ride a horse and how to survive in any environment. His love along with their mother's was the thing they cherished more than anything. They couldn't ask for any better parents than the ones they had. It sadden them to think about their mom being dead but it truly depressed them to see their dad alive but be in angst over her being dead.
They would watch him all day while he sat in a chair or when he would walk around the cabin. The nights were the worst for them and they had to cover their ears to keep from hearing him. If they heard him, they would break down crying because of the sorrowful wails he made. The whole two months they have debated on what they were going to do with him.
"Matt, we have to do something, he's losing his mind," the woman with raven, gray streaked, hair said one day after she talked to the ghost of a man.
"I know Sheena, but what can we do. Mom's gone and the only way dad would go back to his old self, would be if she was here," Matt said while he peeked into the living room and sighed at his father sitting there crying.
Matt looked more like his mother than his dad and he even had her raven colored hair. His and his sister were true twins except for their gender. They looked exactly alike and their ways were alike more than they let people believe and they were true siblings. What Sheena said two months ago about him was true. He was stronger than her but she was faster. They were each other's sparring partner when their dad was teaching them several martial arts. Their mother didn't like to see them fighting one another because of her fighting with her brothers in the past but their father insisted on it. They were both glad he was right about teaching them how to handle themselves. Though Sheena was better at their father's fighting style than her brother, Matt was better all round in all the arts they learned.
"I know, he's starting to scare me, though. Those eyes unnerve me when I look at them," Sheena said while she stared at the back of her father's head for a second then turned her look back to Matt.
"Those eyes have me puzzled. We are just like him except we can't call on the exos suit. We were in pain over mom's death as much as him but his eyes were the only ones that changed," Matt said while he shook his head and looked at his sister.
"Maybe its because he was the original orie. He told us once before he has never found out the full potential of the nanos," Sheena said as she left her brother in the hall.
"I don't know. Its as if his eyes changed without him causing it. Maybe it was the nanos. Still I wonder how he can see with his eyes being solid black. I wondered if he could see when the eyes first turned black but he was able to catch a football we were throwing around after he started speaking again," Matt said sadly while he sat down in the hall and continued to watch his dad.
After a few minutes of silence, Matt stood back up and shook his head at his father. He couldn't believe the man gave up so easily. The Sons of Rah were no more and his father should be happy about that. Instead, his father became dead himself and it seemed he would never return to the real him. His fight was over, Matt knew, but what about them. They needed him to be there for them more than ever.
The world was not a friendly place for them anymore either and they dare not to show themselves too much in the world. It wasn't the fear of the Sons of Rah because they thought the group was wiped out. The world scared them because how it has changed since their father left many, many years ago. The man that ruled the world now was cruel and slaughtered anyone who didn't summit to him. The siblings couldn't fight against those odds alone nor could they with their father with them. Their life had been one of hiding in the world and never to reveal themselves.
Matt sighed and asked, "Hey, dad, want to go outside and throw the football around like we use to do?"
The man in the chair shook his head at the question and continued to stare at the wall.
"Aw, come on. It be like old time," Matt said while hoping his dad would take his offer.
The man shook his head again and sighed.
"How come," Matt questioned while he came into the living room.
At hearing the question, the man slammed a glass he had in his hand onto the table beside him, shattering the glass in his hand. Matt was frightened by this and back stepped back out of the living room while he said to his dad, "Alright, I get it. Sheezh, you should get help with that temper."
The man chuckled at the statement but broke down crying after a memory came to him. A boy, no a man once told him he should get help with his anger. That man was dead now along with anyone else he called a friend. The memories flooded the man's mind and he sobbed the rest of the day while he sat in the chair.
That night the memories still haunted him and his wails were the worst Sheena and Matt had heard so far. They were starting to despair because they knew their father was getting worse and there was nothing they could do to save him.
The days at the cabin turned to months. Six months so far and the man did worsen to the point he wouldn't even get out of bed anymore. He would lay there day after day while he cried to the point of not being able to cry. Sheena and Matt had given up hope on him and had to force him to eat. His dark tan had turned to a ghostly white and he started to lose weight. The only reason Sheena and Matt stayed at the cabin was because the man was their father and because he was there for them during the saddest part of their life. They were there to return the favor and because they loved him. They hated to see him the way he was but they knew he was in the most emotional pain in his life. Even their mother's death didn't send him into such a depression. He snapped out of it because he wanted to make sure his kids were safe.
This depression, however, was different and there seemed no way to snap him out of it. The kids were safe as they ever will be, the Sons of Rah were finally gone, and he had no reason to fight. So, he didn't care if his sadness ate at him, he was finally letting all his sorrow get to him. He was strong years ago and fought off the pain. He was still strong now but he was welcoming the pain to torment him.
Finally, after a few days of having to sit in his room and watch him, Sheena and Matt picked him up out of bed and sat him in the chair that was in the living room. The man didn't fight them because his hunger strike had made him weak and he loved the kids too much to cause them harm. They sat down on the floor in front of him and stared at him. He returned their stare for a second then turned his look from them while he slummed down in the chair.
Sheena sighed and shook her head. She then said sadly, "I think its time for some TV. Course the only show on TV now is the execution of anyone who oppose the 'Grand Lord.'"
The man turned his look to her for a second and showed by his expression he didn't know how much the world had changed.
"Yes, daddy. You been out of loop for a very long time while you stomped around in the arctic. One man rules the world now," Sheena said while she got up and turned the old TV on that sat in the corner. When the TV came on, the program on TV was what Sheena said it was.
The show sickened the man and he wanted her to turn it off by waving a hand at the TV. Sheena, however, wanted him to see what the world has become and stood by the TV looking at the man. As the show continued to blair away on the TV, the man turned his eyes from it and sighed. When the man stopped looking at the TV, Sheena sighed and shook her head at him while she sat down beside the TV.
They all sat in the living room for several minutes while the TV continued to show the gruesome sights and then something happened to the TV. The program changed and a smiling man showed up on the screen. When the program changed the sibling and the man turned their looks to the TV. At the sight of the man on the TV, the man in the chair sat straight up and stared at the smiling man on TV. He began to growl and clenching his hands into fist.
At the sound of the man growling, Matt looked up at his father and asked, "What's wrong?"
Hearing the question, the man turned his look toward Matt and spoke for the first time in months. This surprised the siblings and they were scared at his tone because it was filled with anger.
"How long has that smiling sonna bitch been in power," the man asked Matt then the man turned his look back to the TV.
It took Matt a minute to answer his father because of the shock and fear his father caused him to feel.
"About five years after you left," Matt said while he was glad his father stopped looking at him with his black eyes.
"Ok, I want to know what happened," the man said with anger while he stood up.
"Well, a plague started spreading in parts of the world. This man's name is Kaigan and he showed up out of no where saying he had a cure and wanted all the world leaders to meet him to discuss how the cure was to be distribute. The leaders came back brain washed and turned over their militaries to him which he then brainwashed the men in the militaries. He then took over the world by force and brainwashing. It was rumored his cure was what he used to brainwash everyone. The plague was horrible, so people jumped at the chance to be cured or vaccined for it. He's been in power ever since then. It's strange that he hadn't aged in 60 plus years. He maybe has nanos that is giving him his youth," Sheena said while she watched her father pace the living room.
"That bastard has nanos if its him and not a clone. Kids, he should be dead. I killed him during the raid," the man said as he stormed out of the room.
A few minutes later, Sheena and Matt heard the man trashing his bed room. Sheena and Matt just looked at one another while they fliched at the sound of things being thrown around in the man's bedroom.
"He's not talking about who I think he is," Sheena questioned while she turned her look to the TV and saw the program turned back to the sick show.
"I think so and that would explain why I was thrown in a prison cell five years ago. Kaigan knew who I was and wanted dad to show up and rescue me. I'm glad dad didn't and you did instead," Matt said then they heard a window break.
"Uh oh, I hope he just thrown something in the window," Sheena said but before they could get up to check, they heard their mother's bike fire up and head off into the night.
"Where do you think he's going," Matt said while he stood up and peered out the living room window.
"My guess to where the "Grand Lord' is," Sheena said while she pointed at the TV.
They stood in the living room while not being sure what they needed to do. Their father had just got his fighting spirit back but he didn't know what dangers he was about to run into and that made the siblings worried about him.
"Matt, do you know how to fly the Wyvern," Sheena questioned as she left the living room.
"Nope, why," Matt said while he continued to look out the window.
"Well, me neither but we either got to catch dad or go help him," Sheena said while she turned to go into her bedroom.
"Well, I hope we catch him because we can't tango with the clovers, not even with dad, we could," Matt said sadly while he left the living room to go change into some fighting clothes.
Two hours later, Sheena and Matt came back into the cabin and they both had a sad look on their faces. They couldn't even get the Wyvern's engines to start and they knew even if they ran none stop they won't catch up with their dad. The siblings were worried about him more than ever now.
"He's on his own now, just wished we got him to show us how to fly that thing," Matt said as he entered the living room.
"I just hope he'll be ok," Sheena said sadly as she went into her bed room.
Two days passed while the siblings stayed in the cabin and they haven't seen or heard from their dad those two whole days. They began to get worried about their dad because he was heading right toward something he couldn't face alone. The fear of him getting himself killed ate at the siblings since the night he ran off. However, in the early morning of the third day, Matt and Sheena were woken up by something slamming into the front door.
They both jumped to their feet and headed to the door while they feared their hid away was found out. The siblings stopped in the hallway and looked at the door while they both flamed up their hands to get ready for whatever was behind the door. After a few minutes with nothing happening and the hall being bathed in a light green and white glow, Matt tip toed to the door while he waved Sheena to stay back.
When Matt stood at the door, he placed an ear on the door and listened. He heard something was scratching on the door and was moving around on the other side of the door. Matt held his breathe and looked back at Sheena for a second before he placed his hand on the door knob.
Matt counted silently to three and swung the door open. The first thing they saw as an arm falling in the doorway and it was smeared in blood. They then saw the body the arm belonged to was laying on the door step and the body was covered in blood as well. The siblings gasped at the body laying there because they knew in was their father. Sheena ran to Matt when she saw the man laying at his feet was their father.
They looked at him for a second while they stood in the doorway and they both knelt down and grabbed him by the shirt he was wearing. The siblings then pulled their father into the cabin and dragged him right into his room, where they picked him up and laid him on the bed. They stripped him down to his boxers then and looked over his injuries. The man's body was covered with stab wounds and puncher marks. It took the siblings well over an hour to stop the bleeding and to sow up his wounds.
After they were finished, they looked at their father and wondered what did he get into then they were more concerned than ever about someone finding their hid away. For the rest of the day, one of them would check on him while the other looked out the windows. The only thing that eased their tension was seeing their father's nanos healing him. His vitals finally became stable before dark and he started talking in his sleep.
The siblings couldn't understand him at first but after long into the night, they heard him saying, "She's alive," over and over. This puzzled both Matt and Sheena because they didn't know what he was talking about and they hoped their father would at least wake tomorrow to tell them what happened to him.