10
Tension
By dinnertime, the atmosphere only grew tenser with suspicion. Everyone was reluctant to take a bite out of their dinner, fearing that that particular bite would be their very last.
"What?" asked Killigan, looking offended as he was the one who cooked dinner. "You don't like my cooking?"
"No, Killigan, we just don't like you," informed Dr. Gemini. "You could be trying to poison us, after all."
Killigan blinked. "You think I poisoned it," he said. Then, "Let me show you a thing or two!"
He then began to march around the table and stole each piece of stake from everyone's plate, taking a bite out of it and thrusting it back on the plates, rendering him very unpopular.
After he had gone through everyone, he said, "There! You happy?!? Now eat!"
Shego wrinkled up her nose and picked at her steak, which now had one bite into it. She looked up and felt nauseated by what she saw: Motor Ed taking a bite out of the steak...starting from where Killigan had bitten into it.
"Mmm," said Motor Ed with his mouth full. "This is delicious dude, seriously. Yo, cuz, why aren't you having any?"
"I'm not hungry," muttered Drakken, moving his steak around the plate.
"That makes two of us," muttered Camille.
Shego rolled her eyes. These guys were almost as bad as her brothers at the dinner table. She still remembered how offended Mego would get if anyone dared to say the steak was overcooked or undercooked; he would then throw the steak onto the floor and demand that either everyone eat it off the floor, or they got no supper at all. Hego, being the disgusting pig he was, was more than happy to eat off the floor. While the two had their silly little dispute, Shego would sneak out with the twins to get some Go City Fried Chicken...
"You going to eat that?"
"Huh?" said Shego, looking up in the direction of Motor Ed. "No."
"More for me then!" said Motor Ed cheerfully, whipping Shego's plate away from her and digging into the steak.
Shego was too stunned at herself to tell off Motor Ed for being so rude—then again, she reasoned, he was a villain who wanted to cause mass destruction, and people who want to cause mass destruction aren't very polite at all. She just couldn't understand how or why that memory came out of nowhere. Why was she thinking of her brothers now, at a time like this?
It was as though the rainstorm outside just would not end. Thunder boomed. Lightning crashed. Rain came pouring down violently and heavily.
No one was able to sleep that night, or at the very least, not well. Shego was lying in her bed, up with her thoughts about her brothers. She was, all of a sudden, flooded with memories. She could remember everything. All the things she had tried to suppress came back to the surface. She saw herself fighting Aviarius...having a pillow fight with the twins...getting into a heated debate with Mego over whether green peppers or mushrooms made better pizza toppings...
"AAAAHHH!"
Shego sprang up in bed and saw Drakken, who had once been sleeping, now wide awake and scared, beads of sweat pouring down his face. She got up and walked over to him. She gently placed one hand on his face and said, "Dr. D—"
Drakken shoved Shego's hand off of him and nearly screamed, "Don't touch me!"
Shego winced and slowly backed off.
Drakken fell back onto the pillow. He curled up into a ball, shaking and whimpering.
It wasn't a pretty sight, so Shego went back to her bed, her mind still racing at the speed of light.
Monkey Fist sat up in bed, on guard, ready to strike if anyone dared come through that door. They were out to get him. They were all out to get him. And he knew it. Oh, he knew it. He wasn't sure which one in particular wanted him the most, but when he found out, he would make them pay. Oh would he ever make them pay...
Camille sat up in bed, giving herself a manicure even when her nails were short to the stub. It felt lonely, being here without anyone to talk to. She wished she was Shego; Shego had someone to be with, someone to listen to all her worries and fears...someone to love her...
CRASH!
Camille shrieked and fell out of bed. Thinking she heard a noise in the hall, she became the colour of the floor. Her heart pounding in her chest, she slowly returned to human form and stood up, shaking.
Why?
That was the only question running through her mind.
Why?
Why do this? Why go to all this trouble?
Why?
Camille marched up to the window and thrust the curtains wide open. Hers was the only room with a window in it. She had a full view of the world outside her, the world that tormented her, told her she would never be good enough, for anything.
Why?
Trembling with fear and with anger, Camille shrieked to the heavens, "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?!?"
Why?
