Two Lives Made For Violence: Chapter Twelve: Little Fighter
"Now Kimmie if you want to come and see Shego, we think there's been an improvement." By the time Anne had blinked Kim was out of the room.
Kim's had accidently raised her hopes a bit too far, expecting to come into the room to see a smirking Shego, instead she found an unconscious Shego hooked up to some contraption of Drakken's.
"I thought you said she's improved?" Kim shouted at her mother.
"Kim calm down, these things take time. Plasma or no plasma, but the brain Shego's brain is in a seriously fragile state, if we were to attempt give her some type of drug, we could completely halt the process Shego is trying to fix." Kim raised an eyebrow at her mother "in her mind, she's fixing it. Don't know how… but she is."
Kim suddenly remembered she had to call Veronica; she had been putting that off to find out how Shego was doing for long enough. Leaving the room she grabbed her communicator, taking the card Veronica had slipped into her pocket before she left, Kim dialed in the number, and waited.
"Agent Veronica." The voice said firmly.
"Veronica? It's Kim. They say Shego's improving, how's it going with the case?"
"Shit, I can't find a single piece of evidence to prove Hego or Ron guilty. The sword Ron had, he was wearing gloves so no fingerprints, the walls had all been swabbed so only you and Shego's prints were there. And apparently our word as witnesses don't count as 'cold hard facts"
"What about the hostages?"
"They were killed, I don't know how; maybe Ron or Hego did it while we were unconscious."
Drakken's mother… fuck! He is not going to be happy.
"All of them?" Kim asked reluctantly
"Unfortunately, anyway, how about we try searching for evidence together?"
"But who'll look after Shego?"
"Kim she's a plasma woman, I really don't think a little coma is gonna send her on her way out. Besides how many of your team mates are in there?"
"Enough." Kim said.
Kim really wasn't much use to the others, she couldn't hack computers, she couldn't analyze a dead body, she couldn't create weapons of doom (which were bound to fail) and she wasn't a brain surgeon. She was a bloody therapist!
"Where should we meet?" Kim asked
"We try the warehouse, maybe you might see something I don't."
"Ok, see you there."
Putting the communicator back in her pocket, she went over to Wade's desk.
"Wade I'm going to go and try and find some evidence with Veronica, so can you be at the ready for any scans the communicator might need to do?"
"Sure Kim… wait, how are you gonna get there?"
"I can drive!" Kim exclaimed defensively
"Ok, ok it's just you trust your driving skills enough to get in Shego's car?" Kim looked at the floor, debating if she did.
"Erm… yes?"
"Ya know the sloth arrived here today."
Kim's head jerked up, seeing Wade hold a set of car keys, a smile spreading across her face, she grabbed them and ran out the room.
"You rock Wade!" She called down the corridor.
Chuckling "I know." Wade said as he continued to work at the computer. Kim was just passing Shego's room, but stopped to eye the unconscious woman.
Instead of going straight to the garage like she had planned to, she stepped back into the room. It was just her and Shego, walking up to Shego's face; Kim noticed three tiny faint scars on the right hand side of Shego's jaw. Passing it on to ask about later, she took Shego's hand in hers, she didn't know why but she felt like crying at the sight of the vulnerable Shego.
"Shego? I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm gonna go now. But that doesn't give you permission to go anywhere. Anywhere." She repeated "Just hold on till I get back?" Kim asked, hoping for a response, but didn't get one. Just the faint sound of Shego's heart beat on the machine.
Taking in a shaky sigh, Kim turned round and left Shego.
At the warehouse
Kim pulled the purple Honda Civic (also called the sloth) onto the large drive way, facing the run down warehouse.
Maybe because it was the fact it was run down, no one seemed to notice the old plasma blasts that were on the walls.
Kim soon located Veronica who was waiting for her.
"Ok, first of all we just do a walk in and look around, and don't touch anything. Not even the corpses." The agent instructed.
Oh no, not more dead people!
"Then we see what we could use as evidence, then scan it, send it to the forensics in GJ and see what they say about it."
"So how come they're not here?" Kim asked
"The media doesn't know about what went down here, if they saw a bunch of forensics in an old warehouse, the media would grab it quicker than Betty with Will Du when he insulted her other eye."
Will du? Insult? No, never! Kim said in her mind sarcastically
"Ok, let's go."
In Shego's mind –
Ok, I've been fed and changed numerous times, and right now… I'm back in this damn cot! I don't want to sleep! Why can't my mother seem to grasp that concept! AND QUIT ROCKING ME BACK AND FORTH! I'M GONNNA SPEW!
Shego tried to glare at her mother, but she found her young eyes weren't exactly ready for such evil. Although her mother who continued to speak in the strange language wasn't at all helping the babies temper! In fact, if Shego was strong enough she'd try and get her own mother to drop her.
Thankfully her father came into the room, he seemed tired. As he took Shego out of the woman's arms, Shego decided to stop crying, as the man just held her over his shoulder. No stupid words she didn't understand, no annoying lullabies, no rocking back and forth, just him still and her over her shoulder.
This… this isn't too bad…
Suddenly the room she was in, it was halfway pitch black, and the half Shego was in was bright. So bright Shego put her hand in front of her face.
But when she moved it, she saw the baby hand replaced with a black glove. Looking round, she saw her baby self still in her father's arms.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
Your memory of this is starting to become shorter by the nanite, so you have you destroy it, before it gets that last piece of this memory.
What nani- oh.
Shego's inner thoughts were answered, as a silver spider like robot started to break through the black walls.
Igniting her plasma she made quick work of the nanite, as it collapsed, the memory of her as a baby started to grow back as Shego continued to walk into the darkness, she was soon filled with memories.
Well that's one done, onto the next one young padawan!
Commencing memory recreation process 2
Do you even know what that-?
As all of Shego's vision became black.
Her vision was then replaced by a taller version of herself in her own room; she was lying on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. It was like waking up from a big dream, getting out of bed she looked in her small wardrobe, it was filled with all boys clothing.
That's what happens when the ratio of boys to girls is 5:2! Well I guess there are something's you can never forget…
Shego placed a black tee shirt with 'so what?' sprayed onto it, and a black pair of combat trousers. Looking in the mirror on her way downstairs, she was the height of the washing basket!
This should be my early child years…
When Shego walked down the stairs, her family seemed to be waiting for her.
Mom, Dad, Twins, Hego and Mego. God my brothers really were ugly all through life! Shego said in her mind.
"Darling don't slouch." Her mother instructed without taking her eyes off a fashion magazine.
"Whatever." Now her mother bothered to look in at her only daughter.
"Where did you learn such a yobish word?" A stern tone in the older woman's voice.
She had heard it off her dad when he was on the phone to one of his mates, but right now she didn't want to rat out her dad to her mother, otherwise it would mean her sharing a bed because dad didn't like the sofa.
"A boy at school said it." Her dad then relaxed, the two of them sharing knowing smirk.
"Well don't say it, its rude."
Whatever. Both Shego minds said (the early child and the grown up)
Shego took her seat at the table, munching into her cereal.
"Hey sis, you up for a game of wrestling?" Hego asked
"Dunno, are you?" Shego countered. Before the two could run outside, her mother grabbed Shego's arm and tugged it- quite hard actually. Back into the kitchen.
"God! Would you two act your age? You!" Mother pointed at Shego "you're meant to be acting like a young lady! And they don't fight with boys, they play with dolls. And you!" Mother then pointed at Hego "Stop encouraging your sister!"
Both of the young children looked down at the floor.
"Sweetie they're just kids." Their father tried to reason.
"And kids get hurt easily!"
"Fine, I'll watch them."
The woman really didn't have a response for that, she just scowled the whole time as she watched from the kitchen, she watched her only chance of being a grandmother rugby tackle her husband to the ground.
She had to be careful, she was starting to become like her mother, her daughter was starting to separate her from her life.
She couldn't see it, but a large (er) nanite was sneaking up behind her.
That's when a fully grown Shego appeared, her mother completely unaware of the situation going on behind her. And why should she? This was the past, and why would that be altered by a memory? Changing the past and changing a memory, two completely different things.
Shego's plasma flared as she jumped on the nanite's back, shoving a hot hand through its circuit board, but this one managed to move quick enough to throw her through the wall (not actually breaking the wall, just passing through it like a ghost!) Shego got back up, now in the back garden where her brothers and dad were playing. The house and everything behind it became engulfed by the black wall that seemed to be right behind the nanite. Shego noticed the shovel that her dad had left; grabbing it (surprisingly) she took a running jump to the nanite, giving it a strong whack, the head of the silver robot soon became detached from the rest of the body.
Throwing the shovel back, she turned round to see her family on one side and the other pitch black.
Hego had managed to pin her dad down to the floor, and Shego (child) was just standing on the boy's back, like ruler of the world.
Eventually Shego got fed up and jumped down from the boys back and rugby tackled Hego off her dad. Laughter came from the dad as he watched Shego managed to get the boy pinned down.
"You really are a little fighter aren't you?"
The older Shego then turned round and started to walk into the darkness, her memories re-growing with every step
Do you think Hego was jealous? Because I had a better relationship with dad?
Probably, but oh well. Next memory-
NO! Wait! I've got a question.
Well ask it then, they won't figure themselves out.
How come I was in the kitchen, when in the memory I was in the back garden?
Maybe being young has shortened you intelligence a bit.
*Growl*
Ok, you can imagine anything you like. A cat, a dog, a house or whatever you like. It was all down to the imagination, of what your prefrontal cortex assumed your mother was doing, and your mind played that out for you, while you battled the nanite.
Oh… I think I get it…
Good. Commencing memory recreation process 3
Oh boy…
It was like a repeat of yesterday, waking up in her room. But this time her father was waking her up.
"Come on kiddo, wake up! Your first day of school."
Oh… crap.
"I don't wanna go to school!" Shego whined
"If it was up to me you wouldn't have to, but ya know, mom's rules, come on, up ya get." Dad said, gently lifting Shego out of the bed.
Looking at her tired reflection in the window, she was about the age of four.
"Now here's your school uniform." Dad said, handing a polo shirt to his daughter, along with a black pair of shoes and black trousers.
"Did someone throw up on this?" Shego asked, disgusted at the idea of wearing this 'uniform'
"Probably, but oh well. Get washed and changed, and don't think about going back to bed." Her dad joked, walking out the room, leaving Shego to get changed.
She could reach the taps and the face clothes, that was impressive to her (it would be to any kid.) Washing her face and brushing her hair, she realized how fast her heart was beating.
"I could run away…"
"Don't think about it!" Dad called from the other room. Laughing Shego continued to get ready.
If she hated looking at the uniform, she hated it even more now that she was wearing it. It was like being tagged to something. Sulking she continued to go downstairs, her brother Hego waiting for her. A piece of toast in his mouth, the twins were in that baby seat where they would through food at each other, high chair or something like that. Mego was still in his toddler years
Lucky sod…
Hego had suggested walking to school, but since they were running late, dad was forced to drive.
Throwing lunchboxes into the rucksacks and then dashing out into the ford focus, the father's road rage proved helpful. As he rammed the red lights as if they were going out of fashion, at one point he even asked the kids to smile for the camera as they passed a speeding camera
They just made it to school as the bell rang. Dad walked the kids to their class room, but Shego couldn't help but notice the teacher eye him, as if to inspect him of possessing a bomb. But never the less, she smiled at the children.
Looking round Shego found herself in a class room filled with other little kids about the same age as her.
"Ok children, now if your parents would like to leave you, we can start the introductions." Shego tried to hind behinddad's leg.
"Dad!" She whispered looking up into his bright blue eyes "I'll give you five bucks if you get me out of here!" The fact that the little girl looked serious, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry kiddo, but every kid has to do it. But save those five bucks for something else. Have fun!" He called out, leaving the classroom with all the other parents.
"Ok children, how about we sit in a circle over there. Now whoever has this toy gets to speak; now no one is to interrupt the person talking, ok?"
"Yes miss." They all said at the same time.
"Right," she looked over at Shego
"Let's start with you… what's your name?"
"I'm…
Any suggestions? I need a name people! Preferably something short! If no good ones come up… I could use my name! Or would that be selfish? Eh, we'll see.
