A/N: Well...inspiration hit. And hit hard. So...I wrote, and wrote, and came up with this chapter.

Read, Review, Enjoy.

-Flame


Red.

So much red.

She looked down at her hands, seeing the crimson that stained her skin. She tried to wipe it away on her clothes, but it wouldn't leave. She wiped harder, feeling the fibers of her shirt rub away at her skin. Her hands were getting hot and irritated, but she rubbed even more, desperate to get the blood off of her skin.

"It's all your fault."

She turned around to find the red-head standing behind her. She stared at her in shock. The woman's clothes were stained crimson; an even darker red than the hair on her head.

"No..." she whispered, as the bloody woman came closer.

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't gotten me into this mess, I'd be fine!" Her lips curled up in an unnatural sneer, her eyes blazing with hatred. "I'd be home, asleep in my bed! Not lying on the ground with my life pouring out of my body!"

"No!" the emerald woman screamed, falling to her knees. "No, I'm sorry!"

"Look at your hands, Sara! My blood is on your hands!"

She stared down at her hands, the crimson standing out in stark contrast against the pale green of her skin. "I...I'm sorry...I never meant for this to happen..."

"But it did happen! And guess who's paying the consequences now, Sara? Me! I'm dying because of you! I'm going to hell because of you! Who's going to save me, huh? You're too fucked up to even save yourself!"

"I..."

"Looks like I'm just going to be another of your victims, Sara." The red-head sneered angrily, hands curling into fists. "Just another name on the list of people you've killed!"


"No!" She cried out, her voice cracking as her sobs shook her body. "No...no...no..."

"...Sara?"

Her eyes flew open, tears pouring down her cheeks. "Kimmie?"

She watched as a figure stepped out of the darkness, coming closer. "No...it's me, sis." the pale red man whispered.

"William?..." She looked around, confused. "Where...where am I? Where's Kim?"

William sat down next to her, the cot creaking as its metal joints strained under the extra weight. "You're...honestly, I have no idea where we are." He waved his arm around, motioning towards the darkness. "I don't even know how long I've been here. I haven't seen anyone. The only time I've seen anybody was when the goons deposited you here."

"William, where's Kim?" She grabbed his shoulder, making him look into her eyes. He was scared by the desperation he saw shining in her emerald orbs. "Where's my Princess?"

He hesitated, biting his lip. "I...I did everything I could sis...I tried so hard..."

"Where is she?" She screamed, shaking him. Her hands erupted into flames, her desperation running through her veins like wildfire.

William nodded his head towards the darkness, his eyes shining with sadness. "She's over there. She's in really bad shape, sis...I...I don't know if she's going to make it."

"No..." Shego whispered, leaping off the cot, making her way over to the figure lying on the ground. She fell to her knees, staring down at the bloodied body of her lover. "No, Kim..."

William knelt next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I didn't know what to do...I tried to bandage her wound, but I couldn't disinfect it or anything...I don't know how much blood she's lost either."

"Take the bandages off." Shego whispered, her tone dull and broken.

"Sis...I don't..."

"Just do it!" She yelled, clenching her hands into tight fists. William hesitated for a moment before slowly unwrapping the bands of cloth that were wrapped tight around the heroine's chest. After a few moments, they were off her body, and the damage could be seen by both observers.

"Fuck..." Shego whispered, staring down at the bullet wound. It had entered a few inches above her heart, and based on the blood that was still coming out of the hole, it had hit something important. What exactly, neither sibling knew.

"Okay. Okay." Shego muttered, trying to calm down. She placed two fingers on Kim's neck, feeling for a pulse. She found one, though it was weak and slow.

"I...need to stop the bleeding." She looked at William. "Please...help me?"

"Of course..." he cocked his head, thinking. "What's the plan?"
"Cauterization." Shego replied, a tone of uncertainty in her voice.

William's face grew pale. "Uhm...are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"

She nodded, trying not to think about it. "Uh huh."

"Okay then...what do you want me to do?"

She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Make sure I don't freak out?"

He nodded. "Okay. I can do that. Anything else?"

She shook her head. "Don't think so..." She took another deep breath, then nodded. "Okay. I think I'm ready."

She stared down at the dark hole that pierced through her Princess' chest. Slowly, she extended her index finger, and brought it down slowly towards the wound.

"Sara..." William muttered, watching as her face grew deathly pale.

"Shut up." She whispered, her finger slowly entering the bullet wound. She fought back the bile that made its way into her throat, the acid burning as she forced it back down.

She felt as her finger worked its way into the hole, praying to whatever god was listening that she wasn't making things worse. With another deep breath, she stopped pushing her finger, and paused for a moment. Then, biting her lip, she lit her finger, the plasma engulfing the digit.

The odor of burning flesh filled the air, and she had to hold her breath in order to not vomit. As soon as she was sure she had done the best she could, she withdrew her finger, and stood up, unsteady on her feet.

"Are...you okay?" William asked, concerned.

She shook her head, placing her hand on the wall. She turned her head, and let the bile win the battle, retching into the corner.

William wrinkled his nose, feeling his own gorge rise. He fought it back though, and waited for his sister to finish.

Shego coughed, spitting out the last of the vomit. "Gross." She muttered, turning away from the vomit on the floor. "Got any water?"

William stood, and walked over to the cot. He pulled out a bottle of water, and tossed it to Shego. She caught it, quickly unscrewing the cap, rinsing out her mouth.

"Goons brought that a few days ago." William said, walking back over to her. "Guess they didn't want me to die of dehydration."

"Considerate fucks, aren't they?" Shego remarked dryly. "Sorry about the smell."

"It's okay. Just send a burst of plasma to it, and it'll be gone in a few minutes."

She did, the burst of green lighting up the room for a few moments. "Did the bleeding stop?"

William knelt down next to Kim, looking at the slightly smoking bullet wound. "Yeah."

"She still alive?"

He felt her pulse, relieved to find one. "Yes."

"Good." She sat down next to them, taking Kim's hand in her own. "Thank god."

William watched as she lay down next to the heroine, her hand protectively grasping Kim's own. "Uhm...so...hey sis. How've you been?"

Shego glared up at him. "How have I been?" She laughed coldly. "Well, I've spent the last week or so searching for you...oh, and I've been impaled with shrapnel, taunted, and emotionally fucked with. And my Princess was shot. How have you been, little brother?"

"Your Princess?" William asked, raising his brow. "Huh. Didn't really see that one coming. Why is she here, anyway?"

"I needed help looking for you. Stop getting off task. What the hell is going on, Will?"

He shrugged. "Honestly? I don't really know. I was sleeping in my bed, and I woke up here. No explanation, no reasons. I don't even know who took me." He looked at Shego, confused. "How did you find me, anyway?"

"Long story." She sighed, squeezing Kim's hand gently. "We need to get out of here."

"You don't think I know that? I've been trying to get out of here for over a week now." William remarked dryly. "I haven't exactly been successful."

"Well, we need to try harder. I don't want Kim to die here."

"So...uhm...are you two a thing now?"

Shego glared at him. "Does it matter?"

"No, I just was wondering."

She waited a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. I think we are."

"Good for you." He sighed, looking down. "I'm sorry about getting you into this mess, sis."

"Not your fault. It's not like you were asking to get abducted."

"True..." He looked up suddenly, a look of concern on his face. "Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"Someone's coming." He stood up, walking over to the door. "I can hear them walking down the hall."

Shego stood, preparing herself for whatever was about to happen. She didn't leave Kim's side, though. She wasn't about to let anything else happen to her.

The door opened, and both Go siblings dropped into fighting stances.

"Oh, calm down." they heard a cold male voice say. "Don't even bother fighting, you won't win."

Shego watched as the voice stepped into the room. The voice that had taunted her for so many days. The voice that had shot Kim. The voice that was now standing in front of her.

She stared at him, confused. "Who the hell are you?"

The man smiled, his eyes shining with something that she couldn't recognize. "Me? I'm your worst nightmare, Ms. Go."

"My worst..." She froze. "Oh my god."

William looked at his sister, confused. "Sis? Who is he?"

Shego shook her head. "No...it's not possible..." She stumbled back, running into the wall.

"Sara! Who is he?" William asked, watching as the tough facade his sister normally put on crumbled away.

The man turned to face William, an evil grin on his face. "Mr. Go, my name is Doctor Vladimir Stone. I treated your sister about fifteen years ago, when she was a patient at Westin Hills Asylum."