Disclaimer: Kim Possible, Shego and all relatives are propriety of the Walt Disney Company and created by Mark McCorkle and Robert Schooley. This is only a FanFiction written for fun and without any lucrative purpose. Seshu and all original characters are completely free and you can use them for your own works as long as you give me the credit.
AN: This story is only inspired by Kim Possible's original series. Many of the characters will act differently as you are used to seeing them. This is motivated only by my writing needs and for the good of the storyline. I ask for your patience as English is a second language for me, so even with a proofreading beta-tester, there are bound to be some rougher passages. Also, while I try to use the American version of the show, there are some minor differences in the Italian version which might bleed over.
I want to thank my fantastic beta-reader LoveRobin. Without her, I wouldn't have ever published this story.
This is a Kigo story, which means that one of the main point of it is a homosexual relationship between Kim and Shego. If you think this could bother you, stop reading now.
CROSSED DESTINIES
by Ryukashy
CHAPTER 1 – Life Begins Where Life Ends
Early 90's
Somewhere among Hokkaido's mountains, Japan
A tall man walked along a dark corridor. Outside rain was pattering on the dull ground and on skeletal trees that circled the ancient palace where he had lived since a kid.
All the people he met bowed in front of him lowering their eyes in awe. They were simply scared by his presence, because he was the leader of one of the most deadly and bloodthirsty assassins syndicates of the world: the Sansensa, the Triple Blade.
Nobody would ever recognize the existence of the Sansensa, but many politicians and criminals used them for the most dangerous and dirty works. It was hard to contact and very few people could afford their fee. But when the Blade was in action, it never gave up until the end.
When the contractors found their objectives, they killed without wavering. Silently and unmercifully. All the wounds, all the injuries and all the deaths showed the unmistakable mark of the triple dagger, the guild's trademark weapon. A deadly little triangle-shaped sword with three blades that could kill just with one single hit.
The black-haired man was anxious. He had looked forward to this night for a long time. Since his arrival from China. He remembered that moment; he had been a poor brat, forced to live like an ordinary thief, all the while dreaming that a life in Japan would resolve all his problems. Toward that end he worked hard to earn the needed money to reach this promised land without any help or support.
However he had been wrong. Oh God, he thought as the memories rose unbidden, was I really wrong…
He had run away from home and the boundless countryside of China at the age of twelve. Gaining a berth as a shipboy on a steamer it took him four years to earn enough to start anew in Japan, where lay his dream to find a better place to live. A place where he could one day become someone. His family had never been happy. His mother dying in childbirth with him; with only a few acres of farmland to cultivate, his father busted his gut for long years, struggling daily for the barest minimums to survive.
Then, one day, he came across That Man.
He met him on the roads of Sapporo's market. He thought he was only a stupid tourist like many others. It did not matter what he was, only that he was new prey to take advantage of.
After having pinched money from an imprudent woman and two merchants, he saw a tall man arguing with a dealer about the price of some undefined fabrics. He was wearing a strange black suit and in a pocket the young boy was able to see the shape of a money bag.
He tried to pick him with his usual foolproof technique, but that man was simply smarter than him. Suddenly, standing just a few inches from the stranger's pocket, he felt a huge pain in his wrist. He looked upward, seeing angry and ferocious eyes.
The man had fine black hair and was tall at least seven feet. His muscles were defined and strong. The stranger pushed him violently into a deserted lane.
"What are you trying to do, poor little coolie?" he asked with a cold voice. "Don't you know streets could be very dangerous for a young kid like you?". He was talking clearly Japanese, but the young boy was not able to get his accent. After all his own Japanese was really poor at the time.
He looked again at the eyes of the stranger. He decided to attempt the only way left to go
Moving quickly his wrist, he freed himself from the hold of the stranger, positioning himself for defense. The stranger was shocked by that reaction of the poor guy.
"Wow, my little coolie. You're marveling me. Maybe this fight will be more interesting that I'd thought," he sad grinning fiercely and extracting a strange dagger by his pocket. The young kid was oddly attracted by the weapon. The blade of the dagger was elegantly decorated, but at the same time it had a deadly appearance.
The dagger cut the air in front of the little thief like a thunder before the fury of the storm. He did not understand if he was able to avoid it or the stranger had simply wanted to frighten him. He hit back with a series of kicks and punches. He tried a dozen times to pummel his deadly opponent, but the stranger avoided his attack with unbelievable ease. After a while, the breath of the young man began to be heavy and slow. Contrarily, the stranger was not even sweating.
However the stranger unexpectedly put back the dagger in his casement instead finishing him.
"What's your name, coolie?" he asked.
The young thief observed his opponent, doubtful about what to do.
"Do you understand me? For your sake, it's better if you answer me!" persisted the older man, with a bit of annoyance in his voice.
"Yeah," answered the boy.
"So, what's your name?"
After a little moment of silence, the young thief decided to reply. "Lao."
"Only Lao?"
"Lao Zi Wang." Why is this stranger so interested in my name? he thought.
"What a stupid name," whispered the stranger. "I guess you're from China".
"Shanxi".
"I've got a proposal for you, Lao. My name is Choi Naizhou," he continued. "I'm a member of an organization that needs guys like you. Without anything to lose and with great abilities in fighting. And I see you are already able to do amazing things by yourself. With a good tutorage, you'll become a great warrior. Maybe one of the greatest of all time".
Working with a criminal organization was not a problem for Lao. He had ceased to behave a long time ago, when he had understood that respecting the law was absolutely useless if you were a lonely guy, without family, working in a stranger country.
"And what happen if I refuse?" asked arousing Lao.
"I think you will learn the bad way that I didn't fight seriously some minutes ago". Choi showed again in his eyes the same savage and scaring gaze. Lao understood he was alive only because he thought he was worth something.
You find all that amusing, son of a bitch?, thought Lao seeing the cruel smile on Choi's face. But the young thief was clever enough to see that the older man was right. He did not have a chance against him in battle. At least, for now.
"I think I don't have any choice," replied the little thief.
Choi began laughing, with a sound between amusement and cruelty, between sanity and madness. "Good choice, little coolie".
That was twenty-five years ago. What had followed after his enlistment had been simply amazing. For the members of the group, he was a legend now. After only ten years of training he was able to challenge the most capable warriors and murderers of the Blade, winning all the time. The younger members began calling him sifu due to his origins. He had killed his first victim when he was eighteen and then discovered that killing gave him happiness. Gratification. Also a touch of pride.
When he turned forty he was the absolute leader of the Sansensa. The previous great master had been stupid. Lao remembered how he laughed when he challenged him. The silence enshrouded everything and everyone when Lao's triple dagger sank in the flesh of the master. All the audience was absolutely shocked, except Choi. He knew this would happen.
And now his son would be destined to be the reincarnation of the greatest warrior of all time, a murder without weakness or mercy, with powers and abilities beyond anyone else on the face of earth. His son would be the reincarnation of the founder of the Triple Blade. His son would be the reincarnation of Seshu.
Early 90's
Go City, California
Doctor James Timothy Possible was nervous. His car zipped through the traffic of the night. The honk sounded like an ambulance every time he found an intersection, ignoring red lights while avoiding other cars. Usually he was a careful driver, but this time he could not care less about the others. He had one mission to complete, the most important of his entire life.
He pressed again the accelerator, touching the sixty miles for hour. Fortunately, he was on a large road and there were few cars around. Obviously, it was one am.
On the back seat of the car lay Ann Possible. His wife. The only reason of his life. Or maybe, the only reason until now, because the real big belly of the young woman suggested that someone was quickly approaching to life. The woman was crying and sweating for pain and strain. Thankfully, when she began feeling that the moment was upon her, the couple was not alone. They were having dinner with one of the most beloved and old friends of the brain surgeon, Elizabeth Director - Betty to her friends and she did not have many. Betty was a very promising sergeant of the Go City Police Department and was close friend of Ann since they were in High School. The dinner of that evening had been managed just to reunite the two friends after a long time and Betty was shocked when she realized that her friend was so close to be a sweet mommy. They were eating and laughing, when suddenly Ann fixed her gaze right on her husband. Betty and James had jumped on their feet, carried Ann on the car, then they had started like a rocket to Middleton's General Hospital, the nearest from Betty's home.
Betty was holding Ann's hand, trying to reassure her pregnant friend, that was heavily breathing and crying.
"Oh, God!" screamed Ann.
"Don't give up, Ann! Keep on! We are almost arrived. Breath, continue to make long breaths!" Betty comforted her. "Could you please move this jalopy faster??!!" screamed the policewoman to James, underlining with anger the 'please'.
"What do you think? I'm driving faster than I can!" answered angry the rocket scientist. He had thought Betty was a kind person, until the run begun. Then she had spent most of her time calling him every name under the sun. She seemed to not understand he was more scared than her for his wife. That woman was the only treasure of his life and she was carrying their child within her. He cared about these two human beings beyond his own life and he would not give up now for nothing on Earth. Like the priest said the day of their wedding: for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.
But that night destiny was joking with them. The car zoomed past a hidden police car, which immediately began to follow them. When James saw the blue and red lights in his rear-view mirror, he sucked his teeth with anger. How he could stop to explain what was happening? There was no time to lose! The doctor decided he would rather spend a night in jail, instead of forsaking his wife in one of the most important moment of her life.
The speed of his old purple Ford increased and the police car tried to outpace it. Betty saw the two officers from the car window and decided to step in. She lowered the glass of her door and then she pulled out her police badge. She knew that a too quick movement would alarm the two officers, but she did not have time.
The policeman on the passenger seat opened wide his eyes, then he talked a few with his partner and lowered his window.
"Lieutenant Elizabeth Director. GCPD," screamed the policewoman, trying to break the noise of the wind. " We have a pregnant woman here. We have to bring her to Middleton General as soon as possible!" She hoped her colleague would understand the situation. She sighed with relief when the police car positioned ahead of the old Ford, escorting it.
"Oh, my God! I can't hold it anymore!" screamed again Ann.
"Don't give up, sweetheart! We are almost there!" replied her husband.
A little yell of joy escaped form James' mouth when he saw the lights of the hospital. The police car brought the three friends to the main entrance and immediately two medical attendants approached the car.
A nurse pushed a wheelchair near the passenger side and helped Ann to sit down on it. Then they ran in the corridors of the structure. Ann was brought to the delivery room. James followed her, but Betty was stopped by the hospital staff as she was not a relative.
James was holding his wife's hand when a doctor entered in the room. His face looked pretty young, despite some early white hair.
"Well, ma'am. Are we ready to deliver this package?" said the doctor with an amused smile.
Ann squeezed James' hand, but his pained scream was nothing compared with hers.
She was crying and screaming with the huge strain, but in a moment all the pain and the fatigue vanished. She felt like she was flying on the clouds and in that moment a sweet sound recalled the brain surgeon to reality. That was a sound she thought she would never forget. One of the sweetest and most beautiful sound on earth. She heard the cry of a baby. Her baby.
Ann smiled.
Lao smiled.
That would be great. His son, blood of his blood, would be the reincarnation of the founder of the Sansensa. The most powerful and cool-blooded warrior ever existed. History told that nobody was able to defeat him in battle, because his techniques and ability were beyond human. His sword was a legendary relic that the guild had protected since his death. The legend told that after hundred generations, the son of the leader of the Blade would bring in himself the soul and the fury of Seshu and he would be the only one able to use the sword of the legendary warrior.
Lao had discovered he was destined to be Seshu's father just after his election as Great Master and from that moment he had begun to prepare himself and the Blade to train and educate his future son like only Seshu would be worthy of. He would learn the art of Kenjutsu, the most powerful and destructive technique that ancients handed down through the ages. His destiny would be to lead the Sansensa with blood, carrying their syndicate to be the most powerful shadow-society on the planet.
Lao reached the end of the corridor, before a large door decorated with gilded engravings. Behind the door, he heard a woman crying.
She was his wife. The most deserving woman of the Blade, uniquely worthy to carry his son. A mild and silent woman, never bothering her husband, presuming he would have other, more important things to deal with. Her only duty was to carry and feed the son of the leader and that was the greatest honor which could be afforded a woman of the Triple Blade. Obviously she was skilled some in martial arts like anyone else in the organization, but the highest grades of the society were only for men. Her mother had taught it to her and she had learned well. She did not think to deserve anything more, totally brainwashed by her own upbringing.
She saw the doors of her chamber opening. In the square of light exploding into the room, Lao stared at his bride. She could feel his anxiety, but at the same time knew he was not worried about her or about their son. no, he was more concerned about the power he would obtain taking advantage of her little baby. The woman could have cried in sorrow. In Sansensa, women are treated like dogs or worse. The strongest girls educated to do the dirtiest of deeds. She hoped with all her soul that her child would be a boy. She did not want to give birth to a girl, knowing the child would suffer as much as she did.
Lao was looking to the unfortunate being lying down on the bed, surrounded only by a few servants. He looked the beads of sweat on his bride's body and with difficulty he held back his disgust. How can I possibly feel something for so pitiful an animal, he thought. Her only use is so I may reach my goals, nothing more! And it would be better for her if she could accomplish this task without problems.
She cried loud once again. The supreme moment was coming. The three servants surrounded the pregnant woman, trying to help her. Lao, standing a few meters from them, was looking forward to seeing his son, but at the same time trying wishing to not sully himself, as if his bride was a dirty thing.
After some minutes and another chilling scream from the woman, the room was filled by the cry of a little child. Lao grinned ferociously. History had been made. The mighty Seshu was born, once again. The warrior that would lead the Blade in his most glorious moment.
One of the girls took the little child, a little boy, but she did not give him to the woman. She handed him to Lao, like he would have the right to see him before his mother. He took the little child and looked at him. Every man in the world would have seen their life in the eyes of their sons, a gift from the sky. A never-ending joy to share with that little baby and his mother, his life mate. But Lao did not see all this. He saw only one thing: the key to his triumph.
Suddenly, the woman screamed once again. The three servants turned their attention to her. There was going to be another deliver that night. A twin.
Lao grinned again. The moment could not be more glorious. Another weapon, maybe the faithful right-hand man of the new Seshu, able to serve him and the Blade like nobody else. This moment would be the apotheosis of his life. He felt happy, maybe for the first time ever.
The room was fulfilled by the cries of another creature. Then, the three girls stopped in horror. From their eyes was possible to read agony and fear. One of them took the baby and gave him to her master. The second-born child of Lao Zi Wang, master of Triple Blade and one of the best martial artist of the world, was a girl.
Lao looked at her like a patrician could look a beggar. How was that possible? Maybe gods were laughing at him. It was the greatest offense that destiny could cause to him.
It was the greatest offense the bitch could cause him.
The two Possibles looked the doctor, begging that all was right. A sight of relief escaped from James' lips when he saw him smiling.
"Congratulations. It's a beautiful girl," he said.
Ann felt like never before. Tears were running down her cheeks, but this time not for pain, but for an endless joy. "Oh, my baby. My little baby...," whispered Ann with her last energy. She felt so tired, but she did not want to lose that moment. She felt James' hand squeezing hers, so she turned her gaze on him. In that very moment, James was a man that could not ask anything more from life. He looked at the doctor, who was washing the treasure of his life. Then he brought the little bundle to the bed and set it down into her mother's arms.
Ann and James looked at their daughter with glad smiles on their lips. Their life was changed. The little girl had stopped crying a few seconds ago and now she was resting peacefully in the hug of her mother.
"My baby... my little Kimberly Ann..." whispered again Ann.
James was on the seventh heaven. He promised himself to care about this little girl with all his energy. He would be with her for his whole life, looking her growing up, learning, going to school, playing with her friends, going to college and finding a boyfriend… . Well, maybe that not, he thought. Kimberly has born from only a few minutes, but he was already overly protective of her.
He was so fixed looking at his two gems, that he barely noticed the nurse that was approaching the couple. Better, the trio.
"Mrs. Possible, maybe it would be better for you to get some rest," she said.
Ann was too excited, but she agreed with the nurse. The young girl took the baby to bring her to the nursery, but James stopped her.
"Just one moment, please." James stretched his arms and took his daughter. "There is someone outside I'd like to see the baby, if it's possible."
The Doctor hesitated for a moment, but then he looked at the woman lying on the bed. "It's against rules, but...," he said.
"Thank you. Thank you so much," replied James smiling and bringing his daughter with him.
Outside, Betty Director was sitting on a very uncomfortable chair. She had never understood why the hell the staff in hospitals thought that waiting meant the same as torturing. A person already worried about a relative or a friend in the meanwhile had to destroy his bones and muscles in a noisy waiting room. She saw immediately the door opening. She was always been proud about his sight. It helped her often during her mission and she thought that at least a good half of his career deserved to his excellent view.
James walked towards the policewoman, showing her his little jewel.
"Ma'am, I'd like to introduce you someone". He approached the sergeant. "She is Kimberly Ann Possible. My little Kimmie-cub… ."
"She's beautiful, James".
She is that, James thought. He was so touched he could only smile.
"How is Ann doing? She's fine?"
The rocket scientist nodded. By now he would force himself to speak, because he had an important thing to tell her.
"Elizabeth…"
"Call me Betty, James. Please," she cut him off. Despite the troublesome trip, she wanted to be a friend for Ann's husband. She thought that was a good way to fix their relationship after that long night, remembering all the bad-mouthing of some minutes ago.
"Thanks," he replied, nodding. "Look, Betty, I'd like to thank you so much for what you have done tonight. With you, we've avoided many problems, like the patrol or the Hospital's controls. I don't know how I'd have acted in a similar situation."
Betty blushed a little. "I didn't do anything special."
"That's what you think. I've really appreciated what you've done. Probably you've helped Ann more than I did tonight. I want you know that for me… and for her…," he looked for a moment to his little Kimmie, "…you'll always be like a relative. Like an aunt. And my home will always be open for you, if you need. I know Ann would be extremely happy for that."
Betty flushed, shocked by the trust James was showing her. She could only manage to say a few words. "Thanks, James".
Then he gave his little Kimberly to the brunette policewoman. She held her like fragile glass.
Betty was embarrassed, but for the most part, she felt touched. Nobody had ever said such things to her. Nobody had ever trusted her so much and now this man, met only that afternoon, was putting his only daughter into her hands. Neither her parents had ever trusted so much in her. Maybe especially her parents.
She gave back the baby to her father. James smiled again and whispered a thanks, before turning back to the delivery room, with the little baby sleeping in his arms.
Lao looked in disbelief at his bride. How dare she to do this to me! he thought. She had only one simple task and she failed it miserably. Now, she was going to be punished, because a bitch like her deserved nothing more.
He approached the bed and looked over the three servants that were still helping their mistress. He ordered them to take the two babies and leave the room.
The three servants were puzzled, because there were plenty of things to do to make comfortable the babies and their mother. But the ferocious eyes of Lao suggested they needed to leave as soon as possible. His gaze scared to death the three girls, which carried the two children and ran from the room. The last one turned to close the door and in that moment she saw Lao drawing his triple dagger.
She understood what was going to happen and thought she would never be able to sleep after that. But she could nothing for her mistress. Any action would only bring death to her, without saving the woman from the punishment.
She closed the door.
That night, with the rain pattering on windows and the lightning flaming in the sky, the most horrible and inhuman crime of all was committed.
Oceanview, Go City Suburbs, California
Some months after
The little girl ran outside the house in tears. She was sick and tired of her life. She was only six, but her ordinary day was always a continuing curse. Everyday, since she came back from school, she was forced to learn Jujutsu, Karate and Tode, the traditional martial arts of her family. How it was possible for a young kid like her could learn all the movements, all the positions and all the techniques of these fighting styles? That was insane. Girls her age were usually allowed to play and relax after school. Not her. She always had to train in fighting and only after some hours of hard practice se could take some rest.
She hated her parents to manage her life like that. And above all that, she would have to tolerate the bullshit of her older brother? There was no chance in Hell. It mattered not that her parents were esteemed martial artists with worldwide reputation. Nothing was worth of all that crap.
Beyond that, after her mother had discovered to be pregnant again of another child, her brother Hector has been called responsible of Go family's dojo. From that time, the nightmare of the little girl got worse than ever. If her mother was a severe teacher, Hector was a real dictator. And he was only three years older than her! He did not forgive anything, managing the daily schedule with hundreds of back-breaking works. That was the fault of all the stupid comics he read. He had a room full of picture of all the weird and ridiculous superheroes, like Superman, Batman or Spiderman. A group of men in tights and their underpants. Yeah, those were positive role models. Hector was so fascinated about all that crap he decided to train himself, and obviously his little sister, like they would one day form a team of superheroes.
Keep on daydreaming, boy!
Why does my life suck? Why can't I live like the other girls? She always felt so excluded, so different, because she was never allowed to go with her classmates to the mall, to watch a movie or anything like that. Now everyone looked at her suspiciously, because they could not understand why she never wanted to spend some free time with them. They began making fun of her and taunting her and she felt so hurt that she decided to drift more away from her mates.
This is so unfair!
She began crying again. Tears filled her eyes, insomuch as she was obliged to sit on the grass of the park that bordered her house. The only good memories she had were linked together by this wonderful green lawn. She remembered when she used to play there with her grandfather, running free and happy. She loved so much the time she spent with him, that she chose green as her favorite color.
And then, suddenly, without any sign, her grandpa disappeared. Her mother told her that he was flying away and she would be allowed to see him again, but only after a long time. In that moment, she had really felt alone. Completely alone.
"Sheila… ."
She heard a voice calling her name, but she did not turn her head to see who was talking. She knew who he was and she did not want to talk with him.
"Go away, Hector! I don't want to ever see your face again! For the rest of my life!" she screamed.
"Come on, sis. You know I didn't want to say that. I'm so sorry."
"That's not true. I know that you've wanted to tell me that for months. I'm not so stupid!" Sheila screamed again. How could he think she would believe him? This time he had crossed the line.
She was practicing on some basic position of Karate, when her brother had started taunting her about how clumsy she seemed. She had never been a person that forgive so easily an abuse, so she began taunting him like he did. The argument was brief and they insulted harshly each other, when Hector said that horrible thing.
"How you dare to say you're sorry?"
"Because it's true. I'd never have meant what I've said. I was only angry. Please, sis".He felt really guilty for his words.
But she did not want to forgive him now. "You don't have any clue how much this hurts. You are such a horrible brother."
"Please, sis. I'm so, so sorry" Hector begged her with a voice trembling from upcoming tears.
"Please, leave me alone" Sheila whispered.
"What?" he asked, unable to hear her.
"I've said could you please leave me the heck alone?" she screamed with anger.
"I can't let you stay here alone. It's almost dark here and it's dinner time."
She knew that Hector was stupid, but she always overestimated him. Maybe, if nice words did not work, violence would do. With her right hand she picked up a small stone and threw it at Hector. The nine-year-old boy avoided the projectile, but after that another one came. He avoided at least five rocks before understanding it was better to leave. He turned toward the house and saw their mother approaching.
She stepped over her older son, petting his head to reassure him, and then she sat, not without a great fatigue, next to her daughter.
"Sheila, sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"Hector is an asshole," she barked. She did not see her mother's hand slapping at her nape until she felt it.
"Do you remember what we have said about this kind of language?"
"Yes, I do", Sheila replied with sorrow.
"Well. Keep it in mind. So, what's wrong?"
"Hector was taunting me" she added.
"And that's all?" her mother insisted.
"Maybe…"
"Come on, Sheila. Tell me what's wrong."
The little girl wiped away another tear.
"He said…," she was cut off by a sudden sob. "He said that grandpa has gone because he felt sick of me. Because he thought that I was too clumsy to learn anything but walking on my own feet". She could not continue talking, because tears filled her eyes again.
Samantha Oakley glanced down to her daughter and then hugged her. "Sweetheart, remember one thing. Your grandpa loved you. And it's not your fault if he was not with us anymore, understand? He loved you like anyone on earth. And you can believe me. I'm his daughter, I know him like anybody else."
Sheila wiped again a tear from her cheek and calmed herself down. Her parents could be very severe sometimes, especially for what concerns training, but they were also able to be so sweet, that she forgave them almost anything.
"Thank you, mom. I love you"
"I love you too, my little flower"
They were so busy hugging themselves that they did not notice that night had fallen. The sky was full of beautiful lights and then, suddenly, they saw a falling star. Mother and daughter sat for a while, watching the wonderful show. Hector preferred not to join them, because he still felt guilty for what he said only a few minutes ago. Sheila counted all the falling stars she saw, one after the other. Some minutes later, her mother got up.
"It's better if I bring Michel in his bed. Would you come with me?"
"Can we see another star, please?" she whined.
Samantha laughed a little. "Okay, sweetheart. But only one".
"Thank you, mom" Sheila answered with joy. They had to wait only a few seconds before seeing another falling star, one of the brightest they ever saw.
"Wow, mom. That one is so beautiful! Can you see it?" she said zestfully.
The martial arts master nodded to her daughter. That star was really beautiful. So bright and bigger like anyone she had ever seen. Sheila was staring at it, fixed in the sky like a romantic picture, fascinated by its beauty. The light was so white, powerful and shiny.
Very shiny.
Maybe a bit too shiny.
Definitely too shiny.
The smile on Samantha's lips vanished. Suddenly the darkness was gone and the entire field was day-enlightened. Then, she felt panic run into her veins.
"Kids, we have to leave. Quickly!" she yelled. The little boy started to run toward their home and so did Samantha.
But not Sheila.
Sheila was at the same time fascinated and chilled by fear. Thankfully, her mother noticed immediately she was not following her.
"Sheila, what are you doing? Come here! It's dangerous!" she screamed.
Sheila did not hear her. The star was growing second after second. It was directed near. Very near. The little girl was terrorized. Now she could see the falling star for what it really was. A giant and deadly fireball.
Samantha came back to her daughter, grabbed her little arm and beginning to run toward their home, even if she did not believe its walls could protect them. Maybe they could hide in the basement. That was a chance.
Sheila was scared by death. "Mom, what's that? What's happening?"
"Run, sweetheart, run! Don't stop for anything!". Samantha was scared too. Above all that, she was unable to run quickly, due to her pregnancy. Michel was crying into her arms and that sound was encouraging the raven-haired master to find a solution. A safe solution. They outstripped the parking lot near their house, taking the paved road to the basement. She tried to run as quickly as she could, but equally she was slower than her under-one-meter tall kids. Years and years of training had not prepared her to handle such a huge force of nature.
The light was growing brighter every second. Samantha could feel the danger that was coming. The air was getting hot and breathing was getting very hard.
Samantha entered in the kitchen, hoping to be able to get into the basement from the inside door. But they were too late.
A huge detonation followed the impact of the meteorite with the ground. It was like a big piece of the sun has landed on the planet, destroying all it found on his way. The nearest houses, with all their inhabitants, were vaporized in an instant by the shockwave alone. Then, the raging blow destroyed everything and everyone. The heat was whopping and the light became unbearable.
Samantha and her kids had been knocked down by the violent explosion. That was for the best, because the fall made them avoid the hot and deadly ash that followed the first impact.
But this luck ended soon. Abruptly, a huge wall of heat entered in the house, wrapping all the building in its deadly hug. Sheila was surprised by that strange hit. She had never felt anything similar before that day. It was been almost pleasant at first. She felt warm, like in the arms of her mother. She felt protected. But these sensations were terribly brief.
Suddenly, Sheila felt her own blood boiling and the pain hit her young brain like a train against a wall. She rolled her eyes, forgetting about her mother and brothers. The only thing she was able to think about was the pain. A pain that nobody should know in their life. Now she was feeling like she had molten lead in her veins.
She turned back his head, opening her mouth to scream, but no sound came out, as if no trace of air was left in her lungs. She felt all the muscles in her body burning and tearing, as if someone was trying to slaughter her. She heard some horrible yells of pain and she understood they were her mother and brother.
The pain was growing and Sheila began praying for the torture to end. She began wishing for someone to kill her, preferring death to the infernal sensation. She felt her body lifting up from the floor of the kitchen, suspended in mid-air. Then, all the world turned green, then black and after that she fell unconscious.
Some minutes later, quick as it came, the rumble of the explosion vanished. The light faded and the air came back fresh like before. The only light remaining was from the burning ruins of a post-apocalyptic scenario. A huge crater was where once stood Oceanview. Only a few houses were spared by the fury of the fire. One of those was Sheila's home.
CNN
Special Edition
Good evening. I'm William Smithback and this is a CNN News' Special Edition. A huge tragedy has hit some minutes ago Oceanview, a little town near Go City. A meteorite has fallen right onto the northern district, destroying it almost completely and killing at least two thousand people. The UN, the Army and all the humanitarian associations are still operating in the zone to help the survivors. We don't have any news about how it was possible that nobody could have predicted this appalling disgrace. The Red Cross hasn't released any news about the survivors… .
Sheila was lying on a hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. She was not very conscious yet, but she had a thought that was tormenting her like a bee buzzing into her brain. She thought were it not for her brother's taunt, she and her mother would not have been outside when that divine calamity destroyed their life. They would have had more time to reach the basement. It was all the fault of his stupid brother. If her mother, Michel and the two prematurely delivered twins were alive, it was only by a miracle. That stupid, stupid, stupid asshole.
She continued staring at the ceiling. She was so tired, that she did not notice the strange and hot green light that was glowing from her fingers.
- To be continued -
