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With this chapter I have officially started expanding this story, and I've got an awesome plot in mind.
So sit back, relax and enjoy the ride!
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Chapter2 – The Blue Meatbag
The sun had just set, the beautiful red gleam on the horizon marking its trail across the sky, the few clouds that lingered did little to ease Shego's squinting green eyes.
She turned to the noise of the various lab equipment and machinery that were thrown about as Drakken rummaged through the ruins of his old lab, the entire smoking terrain around her was that of broken walls, scorched computer terminals and mutated plantations that were exposed to the radiation the explosion introduced to them.
"Okay Doctor Dee," She paced over to the crouching scientist, dressed in his blue lab attire, reaching deep under a slab of stone that seemed to be hiding an item of his interest, "Why exactly are we standing in the middle of one of your memorials of failure?"
With a final big tug Drakken fell backwards holding in his hands an odd scanner that obviously wasn't what he was looking for, tossing it aside and standing up to dust himself, he gave Shego one of his trademark glowers, "I like to think of it as a recollection site, Shego. Now quit hasrhing my mellow!"
He stomped over to where a giant crater was carved deep into the ground, it was clearly where a giant weapon of destruction once sat, and from the evidence the surroundings offered, it was also clear that it was the source of all this devastation.
"A recollection site?" Shego followed him over to the crater, ignoring the deep dark blackness below, "What's that?"
Drakken turned to face her, "I recollect my stuff, while recollecting my mistakes."
Shego's face brightened up with a sudden awareness, "By recollection you mean trying to remind yourself!"
"Yes exactly!" Drakken pulled a magazine from inside his jacket and planted it in Shego's face, "According to Villain's Digest's last issue, it is vital for every villain to revisit the site of their failure, this way it will help them remember where exactly they went wrong!"
With a scoff Shego whacked the magazine away from her, dropping it deep into the pit, "What's the point if you're not going to learn from your mistakes, huh?"
"But Shego! There's gossip in there I haven't flipped through yet!"
"Since when did you read magazines anyway?" Shego criticized with her arms waving in the air, "You bash me every time I take a minute to skim through an article that grabs my interest, and you know how rare those moments are!"
"Now Shego, don't bring that up," Drakken carefully placed his foot into the crater, trying to find a stable spot to clamber down, "remember what we said about 'opening old wounds'?"
Shego crossed her arms and rolled her eyes with a sigh, "No green magic till there's a fresh spot to fry?"
"Yes exa…" It took Drakken a moment to grasp the sarcasm that Shego flung at him, his rage erupted with a yell and shaking fist, "Shego!"
But that came at a cost. His balance was suddenly shaken and the little flooring he had began to crumble.
"Doctor Dee, look out!" Shego cried before the mad scientist tumbled into the crater, screaming. His drop hastened as rocks and dirt began to graze and bruise.
Finally, the shadows swallowed him.
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Silent and deadly, accurate and lethal, humble but dangerous- he lurked in the darkness, he calculated the odds, he followed his protocols, he analyzed his target and waited for the moment it was most gullible. He loved his target. Oh, how he loved his target.
The squishy meatbag tumbled and rolled in the dirt. He hated the meatbag. Oh, how he hated the meatbag.
The fool's limp body collapsed onto his stomach and lay still, but alive. It's good he's still alive, because now is the time to kill. Now is the time…
Two red eyes glimmered as HK-47 motioned forward, out of the shadow and into the light that descended from above, his shiny rust-colored body loomed over Drakken, who was breathing heavily, trying to recover from the drop.
"Statement: Die now."
Drakken turned to the sound of the menacing robotic voice, his eyes widening to the sight of this horrific alien and the nozzle of a weapon directed at his face, "Wha..? N…no!"
A cascading green energy struck between Drakken and the machine, hitting away the weapon- taking this opportunity Drakken clambered on to his feet and ran to the other end of the crater, he tried his best to climb to safety, but the effort became hopeless when he slid back down, grazing his knees and elbows against sharp rocks.
Turning to face his evil menace, Drakken instead spotted Shego, leaping down to where he was, facing the other direction, scanning the shadows in an attempt to find the threat, standing as battle ready as ever.
"Drakken, find a way up while I hold this thing off!" She yelled and outstretched her arms, clawing her fingers while a brilliant emerald aura cast around her and about the walls of the crater. Energy flowed from her like Drakken had never witnessed before, he awed as her hair waved like seaweed, its hidden greenness now glowing.
"Go!" she pressed and this time Drakken complied, looking up at the impossible, he again tried to reach for the top.
Watching from the hidden void was HK-47, once again he studied his target, once again he calculated the odds and once again he loved and hated his subject. This was the humble command of his master and the basic demands of his protocols.
Shego's ears picked up the reverberating sounds coming from within, "Commentary: Fight or flight, make your choice, meatbag. Inevitably you'll suffer the same fate…death."
"Not on my watch, he isn't!" throwing her arms about wildly, with grunts and taunts she catapulted everything she could against the imaginary projections of her mind…but all she hit was rock, "Run Drakken! I've got this one!"
He hated climbing, he was always terrible at it, but now his life depended on it…but, Shego…what will happen to her if he does get up? Looking back he watched as she glowed like a gem in the silhouette of the shadows, fighting off its evil, battling with all her ferocity, only to protect him.
He was lost in his thoughts, distracted, vulnerable…the pitiful meatbag. Little did he realize that the real danger down there has passed, and was now looking down on him from the very place he and his accomplice thought would be 'safe'.
Tiny pebbles trickled over Drakken's face, pulling his attention to the top of the crater. To his dismay, he discovered the outline of the same machine, once again standing over him, once again directing the nozzle of its weapon at his face.
So silent, so menacing, so evil- why is it doing this? Why is it after him? Why must he die now?
He hollered at the top of his lungs, unprepared to die, unwilling to let go. Hearing that, Shego, glowing ever more brightly, gasped to see the horror taking place.
Until an ever familiar voice echoed that would've been relieving to hear had it been real- except…it was real!
"Eich Key!" Kim called again, "What did I tell you about hurting people?"
Ron's voice then followed, "Or meatbags, whichever you prefer."
The droid turned to find Kim, his symbol, his light, his dominance, his purpose, standing on a rock over him, beaming a flash light at him, clearly looking irritated. That was the burden of his programming, he only wished to please her…his master.
"Objection: Master, you cannot override my protocols, my instructions are clear. This meatbag shall aggravate you no more."
"I never gave you instructions, Eich Kay." Kim grimaced; she'll never be able to live with herself if anything goes wrong now.
As much as it pained Kim to think about it, seeing Drakken hanging off the edge like that and Shego watching helplessly, as her only friend was about to face his doom, actually hurt her.
Ron chuckled slightly, "Well, you gotta admire his devotion, right?"
Kim's eyes narrowed on Ron, instantly silencing him and wiping the smile away, she redirected her attention to the droid, "Your first instructions were to be non-violent, remember that?"
Drakken, confused and intimidated, slowly began to slide down the crater in hopes to reach Shego before the killer robot could make up its mind.
"Objection: But master you wanted to foil the plot of the blue meatbag, remember? All I wanted was to impose your will more effectively by disposing of him, after all, that is my primary function."
"Your primary function is to obey me," Kim stepped down and approached the droid more closely, she jabbed her finger at him, "and I expect you to do it."
"Capitulation: As you wish, master."
Kim glanced down, expecting to see Drakken but he wasn't there, she looked to where Shego once stood as well, but the two had escaped- Kim's fist met her palm.
"Slippery meatbags, aren't they?" Ron mused, earning Kim's cold glare once again.
"Addendum: It must be their salty liquid excretions."
The two teens winced accordingly, but Kim quickly shrugged it off and reached for her wrist Kimmunicator, "Wade, you were right, Drakken and Shego were here, but it seems our newcomer scared them off before we even got to them."
Wade grimaced, "Any clue what they might've been up to?"
Kim shook her head speechless, Ron's face then squeezed into view, "Looked like survival was plan B!"
Kim nudged Ron away and quirked a brow at Wade, "Ride home?"
Wade nodded, "On its way."
The screen went blank and Kim found Ron's face beaming at her, a little more than usual.
"What?" she asked with a curious smile.
Ron's face got goofier as he replied, "You…me…and our droid."
Kim's mind was boggled with confusion, "yeah, and?"
Ron's ferocious cheer alarmed even HK, whose head turned to reassure himself that Kim was still safe, "Bueno Nacho, now!"
When she finally recollected her nerves and her head tried to put all factors in place, she realized something was definitely out of place. Something cold, metallic and deadly, that had a knack for not fitting into quiet and civilized places- like home.
The equation was clearly alarming and for Kim the result was a relaxed laugh on the outside with a deafening scream on the inside.
"Observation: The master is experiencing a nervous breakdown…charging weapons just in case."
Ron scratched his head, "In case of what?"
"Answer: In case the master decides to express her anxiety on you."
As if on cue, a helicopter arrived before Ron needed to ensure the safety of his skin. Huddled in the farthest corner in his seat from HK with a troubled Kim in between, it was a long and uncomfortably quiet trip home.
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HK-47 and Nacos…..need I say more?
