Disclaimer: Haven't done one in a while, so...
Kim Possible and all related characters are owned by Disney. I own Tien and Dei.
Again, thanks to catrlgirl and Nikkou for beta work.
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Interlude
Ya know, sometimes I wonder why I stay with old Doctor D. His pay is good, sure. I get my pick of assignments. I'm second-in-command, which is gr-eat; all the props with none of the responsibilities. First dibs on all the lair rooms. Unlimited mileage if I wanna fly. Dozens of goons at my beck and call, tending to my every whim. And the benefits package? -Very- nice. But he's such a goofball. Brilliant, but lazy. Always thinks big but never takes the time to hammer out details. So full of himself that he never has a plan B.
Alright, okay, -I- am his plan B. Maybe that's why he pays me so much.
Triple-S? Have you even -seen- his contracts? It'd take an army of hot-shot lawyers to decipher that shit. Dementor? Pfft, as if I'd let a pipsqueak dome-head be my boss. Amy? I hate clones almost as much as I hate mind-control. Killigan's -way- too absorbed with balls and shafts, if ya know what I mean. Hench, ugh, -no-. He's got a cake clause, and I don't do cakes.
Doctor D never tells me what to do. A lot of the time, it's the other way around. But when is he ever going to get it right? We always win the small battles, yet lose the wars.
Sometimes, I think he plans to fail. That all he wants is a pat on the back by his old college buddies, a toast with a six-pack and a kiss from a hot babe.
And I -don't- mean -me-.
Well, at least I get to tangle with Princess.
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I sometimes wonder why Shego stays with Drakken.
I mean she's smart, she's sex-, er, beautiful and obviously better than any goon out there.
And he's just.... I don't know. Like my Dad and Ron combined.
Does she love him or something? That would be ferociously wrongsick!
But you know, even with all the years I've fought him, he's yet to actually hurt someone seriously. And he does get a lot of ideas, which just translates into more wins for Team Possible and more "street cred."
Besides, I get to tangle with Shego... mwowrrr!
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Blood and Bondage - Chapter Eleven: Ground Zero
Kim could not believe what had just happened. Drew Lipsky, her nemesis for all the years of her high school life, then known as Doctor Drakken, had just shown up at her front door and had asked for help... not for himself, but for Shego. But even with the unexpected event, Kim was far from paralysed.
The hero leapt forward to turn the failing scientist onto his back. She looked at the cut. The gash was ragged and twisted at one side, as if it had glanced off something. She pressed her hands against the wound, trying to slow the bleeding.
"Dad? Mo'?" James and Monique continued to stare in shock at the bleeding man.
"DAD! MONIQUE!" Kim's shout made them jump.
"Monique!" Kim called, nodding at the girl. The design diva's wide eyes locked with Kim's. "Go to my room. Call Wade and bring down the KPS. Got it?"
Monique nodded.
"What did I ask you to do?" Kim demanded as the black girl hesitated, her eyes drifting back to the blood that was seeping from between Kim's fingers.
"Go upstairs, beep Wade, bring down the KPS."
"Alright," Kim nodded. "Go!" Monique ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. Kim turned to her father.
"Dad, how long is Mom going to be?" James' eyes darted back and forth as he tried to recall the past thirty minutes.
"She should be home any minute..."
"Okay. Get me some towels, then boil some water on the stove, okay? Dad?"
"Right, towels, boil water."
"Please and thank you."
James dashed off to the linen closet. Kim continued to press her hands down and together, trying to keep the wound closed. The blood was starting to pool on the landing's tiles. Her father stopped by and dropped some towels beside her on his way to the kitchen. She immediately took one and attempted to staunch the bleeding.
"Omigod Kim, what is going on!" Kim turned to the sound of her mother's frantic voice. Anne stood in the front door and blinked. "Drew?" she gasped in recognition.
"Mom, he's got a major incision on his chest and a lot of minor lacerations." Kim was glad she was remembering the medical jargon from years of hearing her mother speak about her operations and from first aid training. The medical terms seemed to bring out her mother's Doctor side; Anne's eyes focused on Kim and she nodded.
"Let me get my bag. Is your father boiling water?"
"Yep."
"Alright, be right back!" Anne dashed out to her car for her medical bag. In a moment, Anne returned, carrying a large daysack knapsack. She slung the bag onto her back.
"James, could you come here dear?" Anne called out. James raced over as Monique bounced down the stairs. "Let's get Drew to the kitchen table. Is it cleared?"
"Yes, ma'am," James nodded.
"I'll take his legs if you get his arms, honey. Kim? Keep up the pressure." Kim nodded in response. James put his arms under Drew's armpits. Anne crossed Drew's legs at the ankle and wrapped both arms around the ankles. Behind her, she could hear Wade's voice, "Oh my gosh, is that Drakken?"
"On three. One, two, three!" Anne and James hoisted Drew up with a grunt and shuffled toward the kitchen. Monique continued to hold the KPS, the video lens taking in the family working together. They threaded Drew through the kitchen doorframe and lay him gently on the long white table. Anne unslung her bag rummaged in it and pulled out a penlight. She peeled back one of the unconscious scientist's eyelids and flicked the light at the eye, watching intently. She repeated with the other eye.
"Kim!" Wade's voice was insistent. "I've got no video feed from any of the hotel's security cameras. Someone's cut the wires, jammed the signal or smashed the server. The police cams in the area are also down, so my bet is jamming. The spysats are picking up large spikes of electricity. Oh, and Doctor Missus P, I'll call nine-one-one for you."
"Thanks, Wade," Anne said as she finished checking Drew's pupil dilation and then moved beside Kim.
"Kim, do you need to get going? Let me take over here." Anne took hold of the bloody towel as Kim carefully backed away.
"Okay. Wade, I'm on my way!" Kim paused at the door, glancing back for one last look. Her mother was pulling the blood soaked towel back to look at the gash. She turned to go and nearly ran into Monique who had stayed just outside the kitchen to keep out of the way.
"Whoa," Kim gulped. "Mo' you stay here and stand by with my Mom, okay? I got the wrist Kimmunicator, you keep the KPS."
"Alright girl. An' you, go get Shego." Kim flashed a quick smile and dashed out of the kitchen. She paused at the landing table and snatched the spare car keys from the drawer. She then stopped at the shrubs outside the house and picked up two flat, round-edged rocks the size of her fist. Quickly, she pulled out her laser lipstick and burned a hole through the flat centre of each of the large stones. She then tied a large dead knot three inches from the ends of her sleeves, threaded each of the stones onto each sleeve, securing them with a couple more knots. She jumped into her mother's silver and black Volvo station wagon, put on her seatbelt and pealed out of the driveway.
Kim had never driven so fast in her life. Even after she had taken her driver's test, she'd never gone faster than the speed limit except in case of an emergency. She silently thanked God that Saturday traffic in her neighbourhood was always light. Said neighbourhood sped by in a blur. She dipped and swerved around the few weekend drivers on the wide small town street. Vehicles and faces flashed by, were processed and immediately forgotten as she pushed the car faster. But as she sped down the street a siren squawked behind her. She glanced at the rear-view mirror to see a Middleton Police Cruiser with flashing lights.
"Great," Kim muttered, jamming her foot down on the gas pedal. The Volvo jerked forward as the engine roared. The cruiser's siren began to blare in earnest as it chased after her. She wove between a minivan and a sedan, cut across a 4-way stop, narrowly missing a bus, which screeched to a stop. The cruiser kept right behind her. Where was that hotel... there! The squat colonnaded building was coming up fast on the right. She hastily beeped Wade.
"Kim?" Wade's voice came to her.
"Can you get the cop to back me up, and where's Shego?" Kim pulled the car past a few more minivans.
"Last footage I got is Drakken and Shego heading for a car on the second level of the underground car park," Wade immediately replied. "The cop... That might take a while, I gotta go through channels. Just be careful if he warns you he's going to shoot."
"Ugh! Okay, thanks Wade." The hotel was coming up fast. She could see the entrance to the underground parking garage. She jammed the brake and jerked the steering wheel, causing the car to slide driver's side first toward the parking kiosk. Inside, she could see the attendant's terrified face. The silver Volvo screeched to a stop, completely blocking the entrance to the garage. She put the car in park, pulled the parking brake, wrapped the stone-weighted sleeves around her hands and jumped out. The cruiser shot past, but managed to squeal to a stop half a block down the road.
"Don't call 911," she told the attendant as she jumped over the wooden barrier. She sprinted down the ramp.
"Yue cahn leaf yooah cahr heeah, yo!" the young Asian attendant shouted after her.
"Stop!" she heard the police officer yell. Kim smiled a bit at the woman's voice.
"Sorry, can't!" she called back.
As she raced through the underground entrance, she could hear several distant explosions. Kim wondered how goons could keep Shego from following Drew for so long. She ran even faster, flexing her hands slightly as she pounded down the first level to the next. Only a handful of cars were parked in the lot. As she rounded the first corner of the next ramp, she could see two bodies lying at the bottom. They were wearing purple and grey scorch-marked bodysuits. Kim frowned. Green flashes continued to strobe her vision. As she descended, she tightened the sleeves wrapped around her hands, the stones thickly padded from her knuckles. When Kim reached the fallen men, she gasped at what she saw.
Bodies in grey and purple lay everywhere. Several cars were dented and were riddled with scorched holes. Twenty meters away, a knot of grey, purple and green bodies were engaged in a lethal dance. Time seemed to slow for Kim as she spied the green ex-villainess. Shego seemed to flow like water, her claws crashing into unprotected flesh, her body receding from viscous blows. Several more WEE goons fell to the ground.
Kim's eyes widened when she saw five other figures in green jump suits darting in and out, driving the black haired beauty back. On their hands were yellow glowing spike-knuckled power gloves. As Shego spun away, green plasma darts flew at one of the green men, only to be deflected by the yellow glowing glove. Kim saw the desperation, and to her surprise, green blood dripping from the woman's torn black and green one-piece sarong.
With a primal roar Kim charged the back of the group. Some of the WEE goons paused, hearing her battle cry and were the first to fall as she ploughed into the mass, her fists and feet a blur. Kim simply flowed around the slow and clumsy punches that the goons threw at her. Crimson blossoms and sharp cracks punctuated her attacks as she pounded through a crowd of WEE agents.
Ducking a punch, Kim flowed forward, a fist already buried in the man's gut. She flowed past him, spinning into a roundhouse that cracked another man across the jaw and throwing him into his fellows. Landing among three more goons, she kicked one man in the shin, tripping him into five more as they rushed up. She then crouched as the other two closed on her and drove a stone-covered fist into the chest of one as her foot lashed out into the forehead of the other. She somersaulted over the heads of more as they arrived, the purple ribbons trailing behind her as she ran across their shoulders, deliberate driving her heels down hard. She left a few broken collarbones in her wake. When she finally lit to the ground, she charged back in.
No palm strikes now. No time for blocks, for fancy moves. It was fist, elbow, knee and foot blade. She jumped atop a man who dived at her and drove him to the ground with a twist of her feet, only to slide away from three fists from different directions. One jaw-breaking uppercut drove a man off his feet and into others. She punched another's shoulder before he loosed his own punch and followed up with her other fist to the chest. He went down clutching his shattered breastbone. She then struck five fists as they flew at her, her strikes accompanied by the cracking sound of broken finger bones and screams of pain. A man tried to grab her from behind, but she ducked heaved, flipping the man bodily into the air. He knocked several others to the ground. Leaning back as a foot lashed out at her, she drove her fist down on the knee, shattering the cap. As she neared the green flashing centre of the maelstrom of moving bodies, she saw Shego hesitate at the sight of her.
"Kim..." the redhead saw on her lips.
Suddenly, a powered fist cut across Shego's cheek, splitting the skin, as another ploughed into her side. She flew back several meters, spinning into a cement column. The ebony haired woman fell to the ground, her glow immediately disappearing. Kim could see her fingers twitching, trying to move. The green suited men closed on her.
Kim's mind went blank. Her nose twitched, her lip curled into a snarl. With a howl, she drove a two fisted strike into the back of the green suited man who had driven the green girl to her knees. The man's spine snapped with an audible crack. Kim planted a foot into his side, viscously launching him into a second green suited goon. In an instant, Kim stood between Shego and her attackers. The three remaining green men drew back a few paces and glanced at each other as the fallen man struggled to get up. They clashed their knuckles together and the gauntlets glowed brighter. The WEE goons, taking one look at the expression on Kim's face, ran.
Kim charged foreword as they powered up, loosening her right hand's wrappings. The green men raised their hands at the unexpected attack. Kim ducked and wove as gauntleted fists drove at her. She slid to one side, driving at the man to her left. His punch missed her by a hair as she leaned away, but he followed up with a backhand with the same fist. She went into a backflip, her heel driving into his jaw, knocking him back. The two other men charged at her, their fists lashing out together. Kim somersaulted over them. As she flew she drew back an arm and launched her right stone. It struck one of the men in the head with a crunch and he fell forward, his body suddenly slack. The fourth man finally pushed out from under his colleague and got to his feet.
Kim spun her makeshift rope weapon, the stone whistling around her. The three remaining green suited men circled her as the whirling rock held them at bay. They were moving more cautiously, now that her reach had been extended by a whole meter and they were only armoured on their fists and forearms. Kim faked right, and drove to the left as the men shifted. The man she charged spread his arms, attempting a grapple, but Kim flowed to the side, driving her left fist at the man's elbow. A loud clang and sparks flashed as the stone connected with the armoured elbow, the other two men driving past their fellow. Kim frowned as she punched one fist up and away, weaving around another. As she spun, her free flying stone whipped over and trapped the man's outstretched arm. With a swift jerk, she pulled him off balance. As he stumbled, she jumped back as the first man came in with a tight one-two combo. She stepped into the second punch and came up with her shoulder under the man's elbow, driving her feet hard into the cement and heaving him away. She followed up with a left straight into the man's solar plexus. The air whooshed out of him and he stumbled back, gasping for air. That move allowed the other two to bracket her again.
Suddenly, a barrage of green plasma darts burned into the side of one man and narrowly missed the other. Kim charged while they were distracted, her stone whipping out, cracking against a forehead. As the green goon fell, Kim leapt on the gasping man. A stone covered left put him down for the count.
Kim turned to see Shego standing up and smirking at her.
"Hey Princess, nice skirt," Shego said, taking in Kim's gothwear. Kim glanced at the fallen bodies around them and gave a mental shrug. This was not the setting she wanted to make her run at the brunette, but she knew it was now or never.
Kim fixed a sultry eye at the woman and suddenly the smirk was not so self-assured. She then slowly strutted up to the glowing woman, swaying her hips hypnotically. The skirt swished and the ribbons played back and forth. Kim saw how the woman's eyes travelled up her long legs that disappeared into the wealth of tulle beneath. The corset accentuated the girl's lean hips. Shego worked her mouth as Kim sauntered closer.
"Uh, Kimmie...?" Shego said, her eyes darting back and forth.
The woman backed away as the redhead continued to stalk toward her. Her back hit the cool cement of the column she had just been thrown into. Shego's eyes widened and she licked her lips nervously. Her claws dug into the cement with soft screeches.
"L-look, I'm sorry for running out on you like that Pumpkin," Shego stammered out. The redhead sidled up to the woman's side, who gave her a wide-eyed suspicious glance. Kim moved closer. Her glow-girl was looking a little bit panicked. The split cheek had already stopped bleeding.
"Hi, Shego," Kim purred. "Tough day?"
"Yeah..." the woman couldn't seem to stop breathing in Kim's scent. It was like a musky peach, with a hint of the sea. "Th-the goons, and those gauntlet... plasma..." Shego trailed off as Kim inched even closer. She could feel Shego's body temperature spike as she leaned in.
"Why did you run out on me?"
"I-I, needed to leave, in... hurry" Shego seemed incapable of coherency as Kim brushed fingers lightly up one of her forearms.
"Did you know I chased you...?" Kim whispered in her ear.
"Uh... hate... good-byes?" the mint coloured woman croaked.
"Ten miles." Kim's breath teased across the woman's dark lips.
"Ye-yeah, really?... uh..." Kim could see the rabbiting of the brunette's carotid.
Crack!
Kim's right cross hit Shego squarely in the jaw. The woman staggered a bit, seeing stars. Then Kim gripped her face in both hands and pressed her lips against Shego's, pushing the woman against the column with her own smaller body.
Even after the teeth rattling hit and the aching jaw, the feel of the hero's lips burned its way into Shego's consciousness. Her world collapsed into the soft pink lips that were melded to her own. Her body shuddered involuntarily, surrendering to the lithe form that pressed against her. She could feel the girl's chest pressing against her own. Her awareness seemed to expand to the size of a galaxy, her mind full of swirling light. A raging fire suddenly spread through her, burning away her fears, her promises, her self-imposed chains.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Kim drew back.
"Glad to see me, Shego?" Kim asked innocently, slightly breathless. The ex-villain made no response, but the woman's glazed look was all the answer Kim needed.
"Uh..." was all the woman could say, her brain not quite functioning yet. The redhead smirked; Shego had not quite come back to earth.
Kim stepped away quickly, before the woman had the forethought of taking the redhead in her arms. Shego was left with her hands half raised. The hero turned around, knowing the woman's eyes were watching her purple skirt flounce. She deliberately put a hand on a cocked hip and gave the woman a coquettish backward glance.
"By the way, Drew's at my house. My parents are looking after him." Shego visibly shook herself as Kim brought up more urgent business.
"Huh, he actually listened..."
"Holy Hannah!" gasped a deep male voice, followed by a high female "Freeze!"
The girls turned. Three of Middleton's finest stood at the bottom of the ramp, their pistols drawn. They stared at all the bodies of motionless or groaning men. Kim glanced around again; with her mind on other things when she had first arrived, she never really took in the scene. Several light fixtures lay strewn all over the concrete. Broken glass carpeted the floor. Some of the cars were overturned, some still smoking from errant plasma bolts, as were some of the men. Several columns had their steel rods exposed. Craters and bubbled concrete speckled the ground. The hero turned back to the new arrivals and recognized one of the officers.
"Harry Hobble?" Kim said. The older male officer turned to get a better look at her.
"Kim Possible!?!" he exclaimed then gave a barking laugh. "I shoulda known you'd be in on this," he said, lowering his sidearm and gesturing for the other, younger officers to do the same. Kim noticed the man put his away quickly, while the female seemed somewhat reluctant, her eyes fixed beyond the red-head. Kim walked over and shook Hobble's hand.
"Seargent?" Kim asked and smiled, noticing the stripes on his shoulder as he holstered his weapon. "Linda must be thrilled! When did this happen?"
"Ah, couple of months back. And she was, especially the pay raise," he said. "When did you get back?"
"Just yesterday."
"Not even twenty-four hours and you're already causing trouble," Hobble laughed as Kim pinked slightly. "What happened here?"
"Some guys tried to jump a scientist I know. I got wind of it and came to help out."
"-Not- to break into this little party," said a sarcastic voice. Kim and Hobble turned to see Shego standing with one hand on a cocked hip. She tapped her foot impatiently. "But I need to check on Doctor D." Hobble's face darkened in recognition, but his eyes widened when Kim put a hand on his wrist.
"Harry, you know Shego? She was -pardoned- about eighteen months back?" Kim arched an eyebrow.
"Yeah... yeah I know her," he growled. He glanced at Shego, then back to Kim. "I'll get your statements later. Are you going to be around for long?"
"Yep. I'll be at my parents." Kim raised her wrist and beeped Wade with the wrist Kimmunicator. All she got was static.
"Huh, the signal's still being blocked?" Kim wondered aloud. Not hearing a reply, she turned, looking for Shego. The woman had already disappeared up the ramp. Kim chased after her. She caught up to the woman half way through the first floor of the car park as the woman stomped off.
"Shego, are you okay?" Kim asked. The woman lifted her arm to inspect her side; the bleeding in her side was already scabbed over. Kim's face pinked again at the sight of the exposure. She busied herself by untying the rocks from her sleeves and tossing them aside.
"Can't stand cops," the ex-villainess muttered. "Everything's a power-trip with them."
"Harry's okay," Kim shrugged. "I couldn't get Wade on the Kimmunicator. Let's get out and see if I can raise him there."
As they exited the ramp, the static began fading. Truncated snippets of Wade's frantic voice made them walk faster.
"... you there? Ki-.... -gent... Drak-... -lance!... were in... -ury!" When they arrived at Kim's car, the static disappeared. Kim's face paled. She felt as if a horse had kicked her in the stomach when she heard the full message.
"...-peats! Kim, I've lost signal on Drakken's ambulance! Your parents and Monique was following them in the ess-yoo-vee! Please hurry! Message repeats! Kim,.." Kim immediately paged Wade.
"Kim!" the relief in Wade's voice was just as frightening.
"Got your message. Sitch me!"
"Lost the KPS signal at Fox and Barry, they were heading to Middleton General. 'rents and Monique were in the ess-yoo-vee following." Shego and Kim jumped into the Volvo. The parking attendant was nowhere to be found, but the three cruisers had cordoned off the car park ramp.
"I'm on it!" For the first time this night, coldness settled at the pit of Kim's stomach. The station wagon tore off, the back fishtailing slightly as Kim wrestled the car onto the road. The car raced, chasing the setting sun.
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The ambulance was resting on its side. Black skid marks trailed for fifteen feet behind. Only one bank of its white and blue lights was still flashing; the others had left a trail of broken glass ten meters long. Smoke pouring out of the exposed engine, the hood having been blasted away. One paramedic lay in the cabin, while the other dangled from the driver's seat. Both were unconscious. Further up the street, a silver utility van had ploughed into a tree. White smoke from deployed air bags poured out of the cabin, the occupants completely obscured. Two men in green jump suits held a slumped blue skinned figure between them, dragging him through shattered glass and engine debris. They stopped before a towering silver-lensed figure in forest green. A fourth green jump suited man stood attentively at the towering figure's shoulder.
"Wh-who are you? What... do you... want?" Drew peered up at the man who was clearly the leader.
"Agent Green, my good Doctor."
"Pfft... so... unoriginal..." the blue scientist scoffed.
"You nearly got away, Doctor Drakken," said Agent Green, ignoring the jibe. "You've led us quite the merry chase."
"I... no longer... go by... that name!" The blue skinned scientist gasped out, his arms pinned painfully behind him. Blood was already beginning to seep through the bandages across his chest. A fresh gash on his forehead bled heavily.
"My master would be most displeased if you were to escape." The Agent turned to the man behind him. "See to it that he does not." He walked to the curb lifting an elaborate communications device.
"Ready the clamps," said one of his men.
"What-what? Clamps? What for...?" Drew's voice cringed in upon itself.
"We're ready," Agent Green spoke into the device.
"Two minutes," was the clipped reply. Behind him was rasping sound of steel leaving a sheath.
"No.... wait..." Drew's voice was frightened, tremulous. "Stop... stop... stopstopstopST-"
Agent Green laughed, as Drew's high-pitched screams ripped through the air. They echoed down the street for a very long time.
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When Kim saw the smoke, her heart lurched. Her foot held the pedal all the way down. The Volvo rocketed into an intersection as Kim executed a perfect sliding turn. Shego was strapped in but had buried her claws into the dashboard before her to keep from being thrown about. She had an uncharacteristic frown on her face. As they crested a hill, Kim felt as a fist had hit her right in the chest.
Several cars had stopped and people were gathering around a crashed SUV. Her father's! The explosive air bag smoke was beginning to dissipate. No one dared approach the smoking ambulance. The residents of the house whose lot the utility van had crash in had come out with blankets.
A single crater buckled the pavement. Her father's SUV had smashed headlong into one of the large oak trees that lined the road. The grass was churned up and deep rough runnels led to the car. Further down the road lay the smoking remains of a Middleton General Ambulance on its side. Kim pulled the Volvo as close as possible and leaped out of the car.
"No..... no!" She broke into a sprint.
"Kimmie, wait!" But the redhead was already long gone and getting farther. "Damn it." Shego muttered under her breath. She could see James Possible leaning against the driver's side of the SUV, a concerned passer-by speaking to him and helping him stagger away from the smashed car. Anne was already sitting by the sidewalk along with Monique, their arms wrapped around each other. Two paramedics lay nearby on the grass, where people had lay them down. Kim skidded to a stop in front of the pair.
Bystanders were already converging and talking.
"Mom! Mom, are you okay?" Kim asked as she pulled up. Anne smiled at the concern in her daughter's face.
"We're-we're okay, we're fine," she said, but her pale face turned bleak. "But Drew... I don't-" Anne swallowed weakly. "Don't know if you, you should go see..." Monique's eyes were closed shut, her lips pale.
"Mo'?" Kim was worried and surprised to see her friend so shaken.
"I doan wanna see, I doan wanna see," the girl mumbled. Kim looked at her mother, but the older Possible just shook her head, unable to speak. Tears glistened unshed on her eyelids.
Sirens could be heard in the distance, getting closer.
Kim stood up, and looked around for Shego. The woman was standing a few meters away from the opened back of the ambulance. Her fists were clenched, her body rigid. Kim walked over to her, but slowed. She could see blood dripping from the woman's fists, where her claws had dug themselves into her palms. Kim couldn't see her expression, her face shadowed in the setting sun.
"Shego?" Kim's tentative voice came to green-tinted woman. Shego jerked. She took a shuddering breath. Kim's professional eye started to go over the scene. The rear left door of the ambulance hung loosely, the rear right door rested on the ground, wide open. She could see that the gurney was still locked in position inside the cabin, wires hanging crazily from the instrument panel above it. The straps had been cut away. Broken glass was everywhere. Plastic tubing trailed out of the door to a large dark puddle...
Shego suddenly whipped around and threw her arms around the younger woman. Her face was tight.
"Don't look, Kim... don't look..." she said in a hoarse voice. But Kim's wide haunted eyes told Shego it was too late. Kim brought her hands up and clutched at the woman's tattered dress. She buried her face against a softly glowing shoulder as if to hide her shocked face.
"-Oh-. -My-. -God-." Kim convulsively forced out. Shego brought up a blood stained hand and clumsily stroked Kim's hair, as if she could physically soothe away the dread. "Oh my g-God..."
In the middle of the large pool of blood were two legs, hacked off at the knees, the polished leather shoes gleaming in the faltering light.