Fed Up To The Core: Chapter Seven: Discovery, Death, Discovery, More Death.
The two dark figures got out of the vehicle, their balaclavas making them look as intimidating as an angry wrestler out of WWE.
As the car engine was cut off, the male bank thief removed his mask. His face remained hidden thanks to the dark.
"So you wanna go splits again Sheegster?" The man asked his partner, holding up a bag of money.
Shego had known this guy for donkey's years. They had worked together a few times back in her old Team Go days, he was one of the other people who were smart enough to realize the bad guys would never stay down forever.
Looking round, he noticed that one of Shego's favorite cars was sitting in the corner. It was one of her 'get away and just enjoy the drive' cars. But still pretty pimped up for a ford focus.
He remembered how Shego had threatened to kill him if he ever even placed his balls on the seat. Chuckling at the memory, he noticed the keys left on the bonnet. Shego had obviously been out before.
"Sure you do that. I'm just gonna make this car disappear." Shego said as started to take the tires and number plates off the car that the police where probably trying to find right now.
"So where'd you get this place? Blue man?" The guy asked, referring to the warehouse.
"Yeah, if there was one thing he could do, and that was picking locations. God he should have been an estate agent."
Pulling a jack and ratchet out from under the car's boot holder, Shego began to raise the car up, then removing the bolts the tires seemed more than great full to come off.
After all they had burned a bit of rubber on their escape, and if there were tire tracks left behind, the cops could trace them back to the company who sold them, and that would then be diverted to a bunch of 'identities' that Shego had set up with her credit card, but still. Better safe than sorry.
"How come you stopped when you hit that chick? Did the great Shego learn some manners while I was gone?"
Shego just remained quiet for a few minutes, wondering what she could give as a response.
"I wanted to tell her I got her back, she was a cop once. Bitch too." Shego lied. The murder of Monique had taken quite a strange affect on the villain, but it was nothing she couldn't overcome.
"Ah gotchya." The man said. He started to stroll about the warehouse, leaving Shego to deal with the evidence.
As he walked up some stairs he suddenly felt cold.
What the hell? Is Shego hiding the arctic in here?
Opening the heavy door, he noticed what seemed to be large bath tubs, but what was in them he couldn't quite make out.
Rubbing the loose ice away, a distorted image soon became clear. Causing the grown man to near piss himself.
Jumping away from the bloody blown half way to bits face, he tried to calm himself down. Quickly taking the gun he'd had in his trousers, he became fully aware of two things. One Shego was a murderer.
Two…
She's become fucking crazy!
I have to get out of here! He shouted in his mind, panicking. But who could he tell? The police? No they'd laugh in his face and kick his ass into a cell block for another lifetime.
Slowly making his way back down the metal stairs, it seemed now every footstep he took seemed to echo round the entire building.
Oh thank god, she's still working on that car.
"Shego." He said, not entirely sure where he was going with this.
"Yeah?" She asked, still not turning round from her work. Throwing another tire onto the pile that was soon to become nothing but melted plastic.
"Why… Is… Why is Bobby in some sort of fridge?" The man asked as calmly as possible.
Expecting Shego to blow up, she did something else.
She started laughing.
The laugh seemed to become unbearable to human ears.
Shego's fucking lost the plot!
"Shego! WHAT DID YOU DO?" The man demanded. Shego's laughter died down, turning round the scariest smile was plastered on her face. All of Shego's teeth were shown, and her left eye seemed to twitch a bit,
"What did I do? You say that like I did something wrong."
Slowly, Shego started to approach her partner.
"Stay back!" He warned, cocking the gun. But Shego came closer, as he started to back away into the corner.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you, but show you."
That's it! I'M FUCKING OUT OF HERE!
The man noticed the keys on the bonnet and grabbed them. Shooting at Shego's feet, thinking that should have got him enough time to get in the car and lock the doors.
He noticed Shego just standing in the middle of the room, a lamp shade swinging from left to right above Shego's head.
She seemed to be waving at him.
"Crazy bitch." He muttered to himself, igniting the car and driving the hell away from the crazy woman. Ignoring the piece of paper on the passenger seat, a warning Shego left in case he was alone with the car and he was feeling brave.
You're dead Bro!
Was written in big black letters.
In his haste, he failed to notice the engine temperature gage increasing.
The sparks that combined with the petrol had been diverted to the gas tank.
Shego looked at the digital watch.
3…
…2…
…1…
A loud explosion was heard, as the petrol exploded and engine bits flew everywhere across the street. As a piece of burnt paper
Laughing at her brother's failure to escape, Shego chuckled to herself and went to grab the keys to her motorbike and quickly drove to Kim's house.
As she drove past the explosion area, she thought to herself.
Pffft! As if I'd ever drive a ford focus.
Kim heard the knock on her door.
"Finally Monique! Where have you been- Shego?" Kim looked at the pale woman.
"Hi Kim. Erm yeah, sorry but did I leave my phone here?" Shego asked, "I kind of need it."
Shego made it obvious as she looked over Kim's shoulder.
"Where's Monique gone?"
"She went to grab some DVD's ages ago, but hasn't come back. You miss her already?" Kim teased. But deep down felt a little bit worried if the real reason Shego had come back was for Monique.
Shego rolled her eyes at the comment. "Have you tried calling her?"
"Her phone seems to be off."
Probably broke when it got hit by the car… Shego reasoned in her mind.
"Oh well, I guess I'll have to keep you company." Shego smirked.
Although in the villain's mind, she was bashing the red head with a chair, peeling her skin off with a potato peeler, shoving the curtain railing down Kim's throat, and then shoving a kitchen knife into every one of Kim's nails.
"Sure I'd love that, any chance you know where you left your phone?"
"Maybe down the side of your sofa."
As the search began for Shego's phone, it didn't end till about an hour later. Kim found it in the fridge.
"Shego! WHY THE HELL IS YOUR PHONE IN MY FRIDGE?!"
"Ohhhhh, I must have left it there when I was grabbing the milk."
"So that's where half the carton of milk went." Kim realized, "Ewwww, you drink it from the carton?"
"Doy, save the environment, don't wash extra cups!" Shego did a kind of chest bump twice and then a peace sign.
"Strange person."
This was when Shego finally noticed Kim's pajamas.
She tried to swallow the grin that was growing on her face, but it failed.
"What's so funny?" Kim asked, but looked down as Shego pointed at Kim's chest.
"What's wrong with pandaroo?"
"Oh nothing, totally awesome. Groovy baby." Shego teased.
Suddenly the phone went off.
"Who the hell is calling you at this time?" The villain wondered. Kim shrugged, but put the phone on loud speaker as she poured herself some apple juice.
"Hello?"
"Kimberly? It's Dr. Director."
"HIYA BETTS!" Shego shouted, only to be hushed by Kim.
"Hush child! You'll wake the neighbors!" Kim said.
"Yes Dr. Director?" Kim asked in a formal tone.
"I'm afraid I've got some terrible news about your friend Monique."
Oooooooooooo, someone's in for another heart break. If you think Kim got over Ron's death quickly… yeah I guess she did… But that was like a whole two chapters ago!