"What do you mean bio-artillery?" The chief handed Richard a pair of binoculars instead of saying something.
Richard searched the oncoming stream of people until he found something strange. They were humanoid, about two meters high and thick. Their head was ratlike with many sharp teeth. Said head was at the lower right of the body, certainly where a human had his right leg's joint. Above the head was some sort of round and short barrel that was closed shut by an organic membran. No fur or hair was to be seen.
The entire left body was covered with lines of small holes. Said holes looked like a beehive's storage cells. They wereshutby the same membran and looked like openings for something rocketlike. Small short legs carried the heavy and big body over the ground. Overall the entire creature looked like some sort of strange mixed thing. He put the binoculars down and looked very confused.
"They are the bio-artillery. A few of them have already made townfall. They fire both direct and indirect with their biomortars. Their left side houses some sort of biological machinegun which shoots with poisonous stingers."
Richard looked at the man in disbelief.
"I'm not joking. All the craters around and holes in our houses are from their shots. Now please take them out."
Richard gave Goff a nod and the weapon's bipod rested on an old wall. Short burst enlightened faces and created dark shadows on them. He observed the three creatures: One of them started to yell in pain as tracers cut into it and fell to the ground. Richard lowered his right arm and Goff ceized firing.
"Left, thirty meters!"
Goff turned his body a bit to the right and fired the weapon that had turned into the opposite direction. At first nothing happened because the huge thing moved sideways but after a few bursts it started to scream very loud. After that it simply exploded in the blink of an eye and many of the undead around it fell from the huge amount of splinters. Richard's lip twitched in disgust at the sight.
"Yeah... we had to learn that the hard way, mister." The chief said after motioning two cops to come out of one building. Then he suddenly yelled "Cover!" and everyone dropped to the ground or hid behind something hard. Loud whistles came as strangely shaped bullets hit into and over the containers.
"We learned that the hard way too." He spoke but Richard didn't pay much attention. He was mesmerized by the strange creature's way of functioning. It's legs spread for better stance and its leftsided holes opened again: It fired another stream of venomous ammunition. Everyone took cover and Goff shot after the hammering stopped. The thing started to yell and its body started convulsing.
More and more blows came against its skin from the inside, like as if more and more little balls tried to escape. The skin started to become bigger and bigger: It would collaps under the huge pressure very soon. The voice, surprisingly almost human, screamed so loud that everyone on the containers covered their ears.
Its short arms sped around and hit a few of the undead that walked past. Its skin seemed to grow violently and it yelled brutally before exploding into a very huge green fireball. More than twenty undead around it died from the shockwave, splinters and flames. Richard just shook his head. If a few of those had already made it into the city chaos would start.
"Who are these people? And why do you shoot at them?"
"They are the socalled 'undead'. A sickness has made them become violent emotionless killers. Sons murder fathers, men kill their wives."
Richard didn't feel like the man before him would be a murderer, terrorist or criminal. Or a liar.
"And you fight to keep them off the city?"
The chief nodded and motioned the four new allies to follow him into one of the buildings. Richard and his two friends gave their colt pistols to the chief and two cops. One of the cops gave the ammo for his mp to the other after getting the colt. Chief motioned them to follow him until they entered a huge room in the buildings backside. They were still in the first floor.
They stood infront of a huge hole through which they saw many undead people shamble by underneath their feet. Chief was the first to open fire on them, after that the others followed. Goff knelt down and rested his machineguns bipod on the holes rimm, J knelt and fired into someone's head and Richard knelt too and shot singlefire with his thompson. Most of the undead persons fell through the fire.
"We couldn't hold them all off but I guess now we can again. A few hundred have made townfall though."
"Why isn't much police around here?" Goff asked.
"We've got everyone from Rpd reserve station up here. But we've had casualties and a mutiny."
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Listen
Od listened intently. The male cop kept breathing normally and the female walked towards him. Od raised his arm and made a shh sound. The woman stopped and only small noises came. With shut eyes Od turned around and listened a bit longer. Nothing made loud, long or intense noises until the woman spoke.
"What did you do?"
"I kinda shot that thing you know?"
The lady looked confused:
"You know... the whooooosh!"
"The whoosh. Aha. And why did you try to shoot my partner?" It was clearly a threat.
"Nahhh I shot the thing. It was... between him'n me you know?"
"NO I don't know!"
Somewhere bangs, faint distant and far away, sounded. They stopped talking and listened for a moment. Then Od heard the noises of crushing snow. He spun around and saw that it was the male cop. Said man extended his hand for a shaking.
"Thanks mister. I don't what it was but I think it'd got me otherwise."
The two men shook hands while the woman looked bewildered at them.
"Danny you can't just-"
"How did you know about that thing anyway?" Danny continued without paying any attention to his protesting partner.
"Errrr... you know..."
"No."
"There was that voice and stuff." Od wasn't comfortable at saying that. Danny, as the cop seemed to be called, nodded slowly.
"The voice?"
"Yep the voice."
"Hmmm. The mysterious narrator from far away?"
Suddenly the woman came between them both with words and by stepping closer: "You can't just hold chitchat! You're arrested for-"
She got her handcuffs out and Danny gripped her hand. She suddenly looked back at him and narrowed her eyes. Seconds passed.
"We can drive to that department'n stuff." Od suggested. He didn't like the way how 'officer bruga', as her nametag said, looked.
"Helen we can talk that out and if he'd wanted to kill me he'd done it already."
Danny walked back towards the car and waved both to come among. Helen gave Od a look and got into the drivers seat. Od sat down behind Helen and started talking while starting the car.
"Me and my homies got our guns'n walked towards our community house. On the way came that huge black spider-thingy and killed two of us."
Danny kept looking at him interested and the car sped up.
"That thing just looks at you and you're hypnotised! One just shot himself and the other didn't struggle when it ate him."
Helen frowned.
"We called police but no one came and then we met two girls with a car. We drove with 'em and that thing ripped the roof off. After that it just empaled one of us 'n ate him! I mean it kept taking lead but didn't even mind. Then Bonnie rammed the thing into a lantern and it died."
Danny nodded and Helen drove on. Od noticed Danny's unease. The poor guy would certainly have an argument with his partner.
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Shego's eyes opened and she looked around. Drakken knelt before her legs and was bandaging her injured leg. He didn't noticeher awaking. A lot of thoughts roamed through her head. Most of them were about her dream. She wanted to find out if it had really been just a dream. The table stood where it had stood before but the plate with her lunch's remains was missing.
But that wasn't an evidence so she looked around again. There was no wooden crate with food standing near the fridge. Just like in the dream. And the coat, just as the blanket, was the same like in the dream. Shego rubbed her temples witha hand: Just the hand that didn't belong to her injured shoulder.
"Was that really just a dream?" She mumbled.
"What was just a dream, Shego?" Drakken asked after getting his head up and starting to look at her.
"You winning against the princess!"
It was just the reaction Shego expected to come and it made her smile: Drakken scowled and raised a finger.
"Shego I already won against her... once!" He said angrily.
"But you lost against her little friend after that."
His face got even more angry and he scoffed loudly.
"Don't make the man angry who carried you here!"
She raised a brow and he continued: "I saved you Shego!"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh WOW you ARE a real hero now."
"Shego I'm serious I saved YOU this time."
"And what is that compared to the many times I saved YOU? One to twelve?"
He made a grmmml noise and returned to bandage her lower leg's muscle. Shego smiled: It really had been just a dream. The things told and done, the kiss and the confession had been just a dream. But one thing still bothered her and made the smile fade. Nothing had changed, but the question remained:
Would Drakken keep her with these cripplings?
"Drakken will you fire me because of my injuries?"
Her blueskinned boss looked up in confusion. Then he turned his head towards her and spoke: "No. And I've got this quickhealing gel in the oceanlair. You'll be healed in notime."
Shego wasn't fully convinced. "But the muscle's got to grow again-"
"The gel helps you with that too." He got back to bandaging her leg. Shego leant back into the pillows without putting stress on her injury. She was used to pain so the feeling remained subtle and not very strong. In fact the pain was barely feelable.
Drakken's hands kept moving over her bare leg. He had rolled her jumpsuit's legcloth up so that it made a slightly thick ring underneath her knee. Shego watched him going on with his work and his hands moving over her naked leg with nothing but thin cotton between. She knew he was doing it routined and without thinking much. But that didn't keep him from looking at her leg with interest from time to time.
She even felt like he would work a little bit slower than possible only to feel her warm leg a bit longer. She didn't bother because it felt nice how his hands gently moved over her skin. It was relaxing and almost like a massage without the necessary pressure. On the other hand pressing on her muscle would result in very high pain. So she let him carefully touch her body for as long as necessary.
She wouldn't mind him doing that a bit longer. In such moments it became obvious WHY he had a doctor's title. She sighed and relaxed deeper into the soft and warm blanket and coat around her. Its warmth wasn't as comforting as the knowledge that her secrets had remained secret and that she hadn't kissed her sweet little Doctor.
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Kim ran past a corner with the unconscious Ron in her arms. Her eyes scanned the street she entered in and her feet sped on. On the right was a large officebuilding and a library to the left. She turned towards the office when something happened: She went around a car and the person stood before her. She saw nothing but the red flaring dots in the cars shadow. She took a step back in surprise as its weapon rose.
The metallic piece rose and the person didn't make any noise. There only noise was a small clink and clank from a small tin at the weapons left side, about at two thirds of its length.
Left
She jumped to the right and yellow lances cut through the cars metal and towards her body. But before they could reach her she jumped backwardsby quickly pressing her feet off the ground. She didn't slip and was happy for it. Kim saw black things fly with a yellow tail. She could swear to have seen greedy opened mouths at the bullets fronts. She made a backflip while gripping Ron closer to not drop him.
After landing her eyes automatically darted to the person while she put Ron on her right shoulder with his head on her back. But the only thing she saw were small pieces of metal that flew onto the cars side and dropped into the snow. A trail of thin grey smoke rose from where the wepons muzzle must have been before.
Right
She scoffed and didn't move. The noise of someone taking a deep breat into his lungs came behind her. It sounded shallow, empty and like as if a dead man would fill dead lungs. A bit of air blew past her face towards behind her like a weak wind. It was very cold.
RIGHT
Suddenly she felt Ron's head rising and it seemed to collide with something hard. A faint metallic clang came milliseconds before an infernalic hammering started and lances flew past her once again. Her entire body twitched in surprise and among the loud hammering was another faint noise: It was like as if someone hungrily took a single breath, like as if a vacuum would fill. The cold grew.
She turned around and saw the person. Black smoke, dust or fog seemed to fall from its entire body. Its weapon's muzzle pointed to somewhere beside her but it moved back to aim at Kim. But before it could fire again Kim gave it a kick and it fell from its users hands. The person didn't twitch or move as its weapon dropped into the snow. Her eyes focused on the red dots in, or infront of, its mask.
Run
Ron's head jerked up and she looked at in a reflex. A feeling of worry spread inside her.
When she returned her eyes the red dots kept flashing at her with unchanged intensity. But the person didn't move or do anything. It seemed to have forgotten about its weapon or it didn't care at all. The feeling of worry grew in intensity.
Kim wanted to just dropRon on the ground and look at his injured back again. Then it suddenly made sense:
"Its the same person like on the picture!" He had said. She felt guilt in her heart as she looked at his face. He had tried to warn her.
She didn't notice that the person's 'eyes' kept staring at her.
"And I yelled at you. Stupid me." The feeling of guilt grew closer and her body became slightly numb.
RUN
"Stupid me!" Her anger at herself for not noticing that he had tried to help grew stronger. Just as the feeling of guilt.
And the numbness which slowly changed to a feeling of powerlessness. The person just kept staring.
Kim started to feel very bad as memories came up. Memories of everytime she had been sarcastic to him. Of everytime he had been sad. And of the night when she had danced with Josh instead of getting him out of the janitors closet. Kim felt hate rising inside herself. Hate against herself, hate against Josh. Then she got the idea of how much it must have hurt him when shehad dated Josh while he had been in South America to get an antidote for her.
Hate, sadness, numbness and guilt grew but no other emotions came up. The person kept staring at herin the same waybut started to move its outstretched arm towards her neck. More memories came up to her surface of consciousness and Kim started to jump to conclusions. Most of them dealt with that she might have hurt Ron:
By being jealous on Yori, by keeping him so close that he hadn't noticed how much Tara had wanted him after Wannaweep and by taking so much of his time that it hadn't worked out with Zita. And there was another memory: It was dark, foggy, hidden, far away and unclear. But the hurt and hate that was connected to it radiated through its mantle of fog and conceilment. Hate from someone else on her.
Kimbit her lower lip in nervousness and fright as she started to believe that Ron might hate her. She knew that Ron kept giving her things, actions and, most important, his attention whenever she wanted it. Without asking and with no single doubt. He always came among on the missions andalways helped her. With not one single word of mocking. Even though she kept hurting him by dating other boys. She couldn't believe how much Ron had to be hurt from that.
Suddenly her head jerked up and all the passivity fell from her like an old jacket:
"Ron's hurt!"
She got up and ran towards the library. Kim didn't know why but she did. Even though she didn't know the reason her feet had started moving. The person didn't move because Kim had started off suddenly and with high speed. Its arm slowly went back to its earlier stance and a new machinegun seemed to grow out if its arm's pure blackness.
She entered the library and got to the restrooms within moments. After that she carefully dropped Ron on the floor and looked at his back after pullingthe pants away. It took her a few moments to get her eyes away from his legs and boxers.
"I didn't panic. I didn't."
She looked at him and found out that it wasn't as bad as she had believed it to be: The shirt had a few cuts of different lenght that went sideways over his back. Underneath these cuts were burnings that reminded her of clawmarks. Most weren't bad, they had merely scratched the skin's upper layers. Only one actually bled but it wasn't much. She relaxed and let her shoulders sink a bit. Kim turned around to look into her backpack and noticed someone standing in the mirror. She suddenly stood up:
"I didn't panic! Really!" Then she giggled nervously because of the man's empty glare. "Okay I did. But just a little bit!" She quietly admitted and scanned the man without turning around to see him 'in flesh'.
"So who are you?" Kim moved towards the backpack to grab her bandage while looking into the mirror. The man slowly shook his head and looked deep into her eyes. An immense feeling of cold gripped her. But it wasn't the same cold like the one she had felt around the person. It was a somehow warm and not evil cold.
"No? Mister no? I guess there was a Doctor named like that..." Somehow she lost the will to turn around. She felt like all time of the world stood still just for her and this moment. There was something special about the way he looked into her eyes through the mirror
She noticed a faint blue line or glow around the man's features but dismissed it as nonsense.
"Leave...the Shadows..." Both the word 'Shadows' and an aura of cold made her shiver faintly.
Kim's brows furrowed. It was very strange: The man spoke in a language she didn't understand. And even though she didn't understand the words she understood their meaning.
"History repeats... And history is past..." Again the cold made her whole body shiver. It seemed to come from the man and radiated from him into the entire room.
His voice became a bit thinner while saying the words. Not thinner like when someone starts speaking quiet. Thinner like when someone puts the volume of a tv lower. She listened closer to the man's voice. His entire appearance seemed to be ancients old. All of his movements were slow but, somehow, still fast enough to be normal.
"Yeah history normally passes by. Would be a bit strange if not." She rolled her eyes and felt like his look would punish her with cold for it.
"Mirrors show the past...And the past always comes back..."
He spoke weakly and looked through the mirror into her eyes. It didn't frighten or unsettle her how the man looked. It just felt uncommon. It felt like the man would judge her. Said man took six pockets that hung on his chest with the left hand. They were always three thin yellow-brown pockets with a latch and button at their tops.
"You mean like in that symbol of infinity? That eight that's been turned around?" Again his look made her feel a bit cold.
The man stood still and didn't answer for a few moments. It seemed like he would think without breaking the look into her eyes. There was something special, something strange but still common about the look. And about the eyes. There was no urge to turn around.
"You must leave... the Shadows..."
At the word 'Shadow' her entire body shivered slightly. The man's voice became very thin and distant, almost like a whisper from very far away.
Listen to people from... Necropolis... They speak... truth..."
"What do you mean Necro-" The man's head moved up and back and his eyes shut. Kim turned around and looked:
There was no one there.
---
No heartbeat. Maxblew more air into the girls mouth and proceeded with pressing on her chest for about three times. He bent down above her before another fountain of dirt flew up closely and landed on his back. More firings echoed through the godforsaken street. He got back to work and kept pressing.
She had to live.
Again he put air into her mouth while closing her nose. The chest rose as oxygen entered. He knew it meant that her lungs were still intact. A new series of impacts came while he pressed both hands on her chest. Normally he hadn't have had the time to take her shirt off, just as it was standart protocoll. Over a half minute had passed since he had reached her.
He checked the heartbeat by putting a finger on her hands wrist. There was none.
Again he pumped his lungs empty and was about to press on the chest when a weak cough came from her. He checked the heartbeat: Weakly and faint it drummed, drummed, drummed again and then seized to none again. Loud whistles flew and mean cracks erupted near their little hideout.
He looked up and around: The other people stayed where they should: In the craters. Then he ducked as bio-bullets flew.Just like the memorys everythingcame back: The noises, the firing, the undead, screams, and, in the end, death. It all came back. Just like the past always did.
---
Shego watched Drakken as he put the old bandage away. He came back and suddenly stopped as a noise came from the elevator. Three metallic clangs sounded, then an electroengine started and after that something started firing. Drakken listened to the sounds and slowly walked backwards to the couch. Shego looked up curiously what it might be.
"Drakken what-"
The doctor suddenly ran and tried to take her up and from the couch. She raised an arm to keep him from it but her shoulder started to ache heavilly at the movement. She was about to yell at him when the firing seized, a loud metallic bang came together with the sound of a dying electric engine. Shego gritted her teeth to bite the pain away and looked at the elevator.
A huge lumbermade closet stood in the way and suddenly everything moved: Drakken was running into the kitchen and she kept looking over his shoulder. He stopped i front of the fridge as something banged against the closet. The bangs repeated quickly. He stood still.
"Shego take the zapdinator!"
There were not many things she was frightened off. And taking that thing was definately one of these things. She used her '"good" arm to open the fridge and Drakken started to grow nervous. The bangs got louder, faster and harder as she looked at the pistollike device. It had a few futuristic looking coils around its barrel. Shego remembered what came out of that barrel: Highly dangerous yellow balls.
"Get it! Quick!" Drakken demanded and shot the closet a very nervous look. Shego tried to take the pistol from the fridges inner top but it was glued hard. She tried again and even lit her hands up to unfreeze the glue. The bangs got louder and the blank floor screeched loudly as the closets legs were pressed against the ground and moved over it violently. Lumber started to crush under immense pressure.
"Leave it be!" Drakken yelled and ran into his own bedroom where the fireladder was. Shego sensed that something was wrong everytimehe left one of his inventions behind. Which was a rare thing. Shego lit her hand up again and looked at the closet. Something made its interior collaps and sucked it in. Behind the closet was nothing but pure blackness and it seemed to go through the closet like a spear through flesh. It spread out both towards them and to the sides.
She shot two packs of green flame into the dark wall that crawled over the walls surface. But her flames simply vanished within the perfect darkness without doing anything. Drakken stopped infront of the fireladder and nervously stomped from one foot to the other.
"What?"
"Open the window Shego!"
She smiled slashed the window with a lit up hand. Even though it saddened her to damage her secret lair. Drakken bent down and carefully moved her through the window and followed after that. Shego gave another look over his shoulder and fired more bolts into the black wall behind them. It seemed to simply move along the walls and furniture. Drakken suddenly stopped and put her down.
She wanted to ask something but he was already through the window and ran towards her room. For that he had to go through the entire living room while the blackness spread out from the left side. He ran past the black wall and jumped over the couch that was already covered in half.
She yelled something but it was too late: A black tentacle lashed out for Drakken. She shot green bolts but they didn't do anything. Her entire body tensed and she bit her lower lip. It just wasn't allowed to be.
But Drakken surprised her and the blackness by jumping forward and landing flat on the ground with a thomp. He quickly got up and disappeared in her room. After a few seconds that seemed like eternity she yelled:
"Drakken! Come out! It's not worth it!"
Desperation gripped her body and heart as no response came. The darkness spread and already held three fourth of the room. Its grips and fangsran around the doors frame. The door to her secret room. Just the door to her past. It began to shut the room and isolate it from the rest.
Shego began to bite her lips harder and tears began to run down her cheeks. Drakken would lose. Everything would become nothing. Then suddenly Drakken jumped through the door and through the blackness. Its layer was still rather thin but it slowed Drakken significantly. It seemed like he would be halted in time as he barely moved through the black darkness.
It didn't seem like he would cut through the darkness. Instead his bodyput the blackness away like a fish puts water away. Thick and slow drops of blackness unwillingly moved away from him. As he touched ground again thick droplets still hung at his shirt, jeans and bare skin. A bit hung in his hairs what made them way more dark.
Almost the entire room was covered with blackness and the only free corridor was a little piece of space near the wall. He ran past the couch, which was already nolonger there and pressed himself near the wall and ran for his life. Shego couldn't do anything but watch him running and it saddened her deeply. Drakken ran and ducked under another tentacle. Shego wanted to help. Being a liability was the last thing she wanted to.
Finally Drakken made it to the window and pulled at its frame. Shego sensed he was being held by something and crawled forward. Her arms gripped around his neck and pulled him back. After a seconds lasting powerstruggle he finally gained ground. He fell forward and she still pulled him closer.
Drakken dropped on her and Shego pressed him close. Even the heavy pain in her injured shoulder didn't get her arms back from his neck. She was way too happy to have him back to release him. He was breathing hard, way harder and deeper than one should after a that short sprint. But it didn't matter. They lay there for seconds that felt way too short for Shego.
Shego didn't want to but still released her arms. The one who belonged to the injured shoulder went down to lower the hurt while the other went underneath Drakken's chest. His head lay beside hers and kept going up and down among the breathing. Her hand gently rested on his left chest and she felt the immense drums of his heart. And was happy for it. Happy to hear his heart beating.
She gently pushed him up which was difficult with only one hand. He slowly started to support his own weight with his own arms.
"Drakken why did you do this?" Shego tried to stay calm but failed. Her voice was filled with both anger and relief.
"Err... " He whistled lowpitched and inhaled more air. Then he slowly stood up and rested against a wall. Shego tried to get up but her shoulder and leg started hurting again due to the movement. Drakken quickly got back to her and supported her weight. She didn't want to accept the help because help meant weakness anddependance. And only liabilitys needed help.
She rejected his hands and pushed them away. He looked confused and exhausted but took the hands away. Shego tried to stay upright but her body dropped down again. Drakken took her body up and slowly rose to a full stance again. She was about to slash at him but the darkness seemed to claim the windows frame and slowly dripped through the walls bricks.
"Downwards!" Shego snarled at him and kept looking sternly into his eyes. It was still a mystery why he had suddenly left.
Drakken didn't talk back, which was rare too. Instead he walked two stairs down. Then came a long ladder that lead downwards. Shego looked up and saw that thestairs were slowly being engulfed by the darkness. Drakken sighed, put her down on the stair's rimm and jumped down the ladder. Shego sat there with the legs hanging free and watched him drop into the snow.
He landed on his feet, dropped to the knees and almost collapsed. He coughed heavilly and got up after a few seconds. After that he took a firefighters stance and motioned Shego to drop down. A human shape dropped on his arms and he knew that he couldn't resist the weight.
So Drakken let himself drop to the back and weakened Shego's impact. Together with his coat and the blanket Shego didn't yell or scream from pain. Drakken was proud of that fact as he collapsed into the snow. The cold bit into his skin with a very mean sting and he tried to stay awake.
Shego tried to get from Drakken but failed: Her 'bad' arm created huge pain in the respective shoulder and she collapsed into him with a muffled yell. Her hand rested on his chest again and they lay like that for a few seconds. Shego watched how bright the stars shone and how beatifull her breath condensed.
Warm small clouds came out both mouths which stood very close to each other. Their breaths mixed as Shego's head lay on his shoulder and her 'good' hand rested on his other bare shoulder. It felt warm.
She felt how Drakken started to shiver and she untied the blanket from her body. It was difficult but she made it and put the blanket over herself and him. After that she mover hand to his neck and put his head up. She wanted to say something nice, warm and comforting. Something that would help him.
"Drakken get up you lazy dork! The world isn't being qonquered all by itself!"
Her doctor groaned and his eyes opened. Both looked into each others eyes and almost sunk into them. It was slowly getting dark but was still daylight. Drakken's eyes seemed to reflect both the sweet starlight and the darkness. Their heads slowly came closer and Shego tilted her head a bit to the side.
Drakken seemed to be a bit frightened but his head moved in similar manner. His eyes kept hers in a sweet prison just like hers were a cage for his. Then Shego saw something in his eyes. Something that spoiled, defiled and mocked their beauty. She bit her lips gently because of nervousness.
It was strange: She had never seen how beautifull his eyes were. How sweetly dark they were and how the soft oceanblue mixed with it. But there was something in that eye that mirrored. She saw herself and Drakken lying in the snow, kissing gently and long. It somehow frightened her but the warmth that came with that thought was superiour.
But among that picture was another thing: It was a ring of darkness and forgetting that closed around them. And the picture of their sweet kiss faded and was swallowed by darkness. It almost broke her heart: She had to refuse just the thing she wanted to do.
She had to reject him in the only moment that they were close. Forced to be close but close nontheless.
She thought about how to let it look like an accident, like something would have got in the way. Like it wouldn't be like she would have declined that offer. But no thought came. Instead their heads came closer.
Then Drakken's head suddenly jumped to the side and he sneezed. Shego used that moment to turn around and look at the black wall. It came closer without any form of noise.
"Drakken that ... thing!" She yelled and he quickly snappedback toattention.
Her doctor turned her to her side without hurting her injuries, she put an arm over his shoulder and on his back and let the injured shoulder's hand rest in her lap. He took at torso and knees again and hieved her up with a huge groan. He started walking away from the darkness and started to run.
Shegp kept looking at his lips asher head rested on Drakken's shoulder. She didn't want to be a such liability but couldn't walk herself. Or maybe she could.
"Dr. Dtake a break." She demanded in her usual, slightly aggressive and annoyed voice. He nodded and rested on a parkbench. "They" had walked for about three minutes and Drakken's arms had started to lower many times. One time she had been frightened he could drop her.
A few moments later Drakken sat on the bench and Shego on his lap. She watched him all over: The dark drops had left like as if they had been air and he was stil heavilly exhausted. She tried to be nice:
"Why're you so freaking exhausted anyway?" Shego slowly got down from his lap and sat down beside him. The blanket still covered both of them and her good hand went over his back and rested onthe tigh. He didn't respond.
"And why did you run there any-" Drakken withdrew a small book from his jeansbeltand held it towards her.
Shego's eyes widened and she grabbed it quickly.
"My Diary!" She said in a both confused and happy tone. BeforeDrakken knew what happened her arms went around his neck and she gave him a long and sweet kiss on the cheek. Drakken looked confused and rubbed his cheek gently but Shego didn't notice. She was too engulfed in examining her beloved diary.
---
The heart still didn't beat. It was more than bad. Over a minute had passed since he had gotten to her and she still didn't breath. Again his flat hands pressed on her t-shirt covered chest. He didn't have eyes for the wonderfull curves of her breasts, nor did he care about the beautifull lips he touched repeatedly. It was nothing but repeating of training. But it still was more. Once Again.
He pressed air into her mouth again, just as he had practised in training. He kept pressing onto her heart like he had learned and practised. Everything worked even with the bombardment. But there was no reaction. He was no doctor, he knew that. Histrainingand experienceshould keep her alive until an ambulance could take over. But no ambulance would come, no doctor would appear and no nurse could take over. So he had to go on. There was no one else to blame and no one could take the responsibility from him.
He would have to carry the consequences. Again.
And the heart kept standing still as panic started to rise in his heart. Panic of failing at a simple task and having to carry the horredous consequences. The panic of failing someone into death seized his heart. He didn't want to simply be failure. He didn't want to murder someone with incompetence as weapon. Fear made him press harder, faster and more often. But there was still no reaction.
"LIVE DAMMIT!"
But nothing happened. No matter how much he struggled he couldn't save anyone around him. Once more he would fail like he had done in the past. It wouldn't be a mistake. It would be a failure.Max wanted the girl to live. But it got clearer every second, every time he pressed and every time he gave the girl's brain and body oxygen:
The past would repeat. His failure would repeat.