Everything was blackness. Then, after some time, there was a dim light. A long and thin floor with two doors at one and one at the other side came into view. The single door was open but the room itself could not be seen since it lay in darkness. Two walls made the long floor become a thin line, almost like a cable or pipe. A hint of claustrophoby lay in the long but also somehow thin corridor.
The walls were painted in a soft green color but small bits of the walls and color were already missing. The entire floor and its walls looked old and dusty, the smell of old air that had stood still for long times hung in the air. It was a subtle whitness of the decay that had grown in the past times. Dim greenish light weakly illuminated the floor.
Old pieces of furniture decorated the floor but their looks only increased the look of ages ago. Color blistered away from them in pieces and they looked like as if no one had used them for a long time. They hightened the feeling of unease the most people would feel with their sharp edges and splintered woods. Dark shadows extended from their sharp and blistered woods on which one could easily cut himself.
A small teddy lay near the door to the blackened room. A feeling of dread came from its small arm that stretched into the floor while its shape slowly vanished in the blackness of the room that lay behind. Thin strays of greenish light came out of gaps between the door at the floor's long end and its frame. They shone from the left and right of the floor, moved up and down in a visible pattern that was always the same.
It would always be the same pattern. The thin rays of greenish hellfire in the shape of light moved over the small desk, its sharp edges put cornered shadows into what lay behind it. The entire room became absolutely black except for the small rays that danced through the floor. And then, like as if it had not been real, like as if it had not been there, it all vanished.
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Crunch-crunch-crunch a pair of feet that carried four was the sound it made when it stepped through the snow underneath. Hard breaths made clouds of thin smoke appear in the sky of the dying day. A figure made its way through a landscape of white in which the shadows grew just as the danger.
The figure almost looked like a hunchback until the eye realised it was two. The first was a male with blueish skin and a samecolored labcoat while the one that was carried was a woman in a green jumpsuit. The man, Doctor Drakken was his name, made his way with steps that mirrored his exhaustion just as much as his desperation.
Small groups of persons walked, stumbled or limped after them. They came from small sideyards, through thin alleys and shadowy gossips. They sook to find, get and surround the running man. A cynic manhunt had begun. Two ravens sat on a nearby rooftop and looked at what happened underneath their wings. They could fly away from what followed them whenever they wanted.
Drakken could not do so.
He stepped forward and huffed loudly. The hovercar should come any moment. Shego shifted uneasily on his back and groaned slightly but did not wake up again. Neither he nor her had ever seen her fire off such a powerfull blast. From what he could tell it had exhausted her greatly and, together with the injuries, made her fall unconscious.
From the left two men came running towards him. One of them started yelling, raised a mace of sorts and jumped into the air while the other turned to walk behind Drakken. Said doctor had to stop walking forward to not get his head mashed in when the man came down and took a step back. Somewhere inside his head it clicked. Something from the stoneage came active.
Normally the blue man would have screamed like a little girl but this time it was different. He stepped upon the man's hand that lay on the grip and brought both the weapon and its wielder into a bad position. He shoved his foot a little around what created an angerfilled shout by the man and a disturbingly nice sound of cracking.
However, Drakken had not thought about the second man who wrapped his arm around him and Shego from behind. He was trapped. The first man stood up and a sadistic smile came to his lips while the eyes were filled with lust for murder and a tone of red Drakken had not seen before. In the middle of the eye's iris a small red dot glowed freely what was, anatomicly seen, nearly impossible without plastic surgery.
Drakken's mind gave out and something else took over. He didn't see the first man's mace that came down for his head since something deep inside his body made his head shoot back with high speed. With a surprised grunt the second man jerked back just a little and Drakken let go off Shego. The unconscious woman fell back and into the man what made him fall unto the ground with a woman that blocked him from getting up again.
For a short moment there was a hint of regret for having let her fall down but it was quickly subdued. The mace only barely flung by his head horizontically and the blue man's leg jerked forward. It kicked against his opponent's lower leg and stomped on his foot. The swing of the mace made the man turn to much. He had too much swing since Drakken's head would have taken up the weapon's movement.
Would have.
Instead Drakken gripped the man's shoulders and made him turn around completely. The blocked leg could not turn among what made the man scream up while he fell and, what joyed Drakken very much, dropped the mace. Both men lay on the ground when the mace found a new owner.
The weapon felt somewhat good in his hands when Drakken brought the weapon down on the man's head. With one vertical swipe Drakken wiped the grin off his face. A life was ended when a skull broke in and made its brain became a mushed potato. Man number two pushed Shego off himself and stood up. He pulled out a small knife and ran up to his new foe.
Drakken simply jumped aside, turned around brought the mace down on the man's spine. It made a loud noise of cracking and the man yelled up but turned around. He brought an iron bar, which must have been hidden under his jacket, up to Drakken's chest. The blow was hard but it didn't stop the blue man.
Thoughts of hatred and unforgiveness flashed up and Drakken rammed the mace straingt forward. It tossed the man forward and made him stumble. He lost his balance and Drakken punished it with a hard blow to the knee. The man collapsed sideways when his legs got pulled away to the opposite side and he lay there like a fish.
Drakken hadn't noticed the other people that came up from around him during the fight. They came closer but they were the strange ones and not the redeyed ones. Drakken quickly ran back to Shego and shook her. At first there was nothing but then groans escaped her soft and full lips. When they opened just a bit Drakken felt the same feeling of pulling and addiction he had felt around her lips before.
Something began to burn up inside him and he wrapped his arms around her tender waist. He pulled her body up and something inside screamed for the woman in his hands. It was the first time Drakken really noticed how much of a woman his assistant actually was. He tried to shake the thoughts away and pulled her up to eyesight. Her hips bumped against his and a feeling of heat and tension, but also of a fine relaxation streamed through him.
He put Shego unto his shoulder after putting the mace to rest at his belt and made the first carefull steps. He walked into a large open backyard and moved through a small gap. Steps sounded behind him and showed that he was still being followed. He walked through a door and closed. After that he spotted a huge trash-container.
He sat Shego down on a huge pack of cardboxes and started to shove the container behind the door. After a few hard shoves the container blocked the small door. Small bangs hammered against the door and he began to see fingers touching the wall's upper edges to pull bodies up. The blue man pulled Shego back to his shoulder and looked around.
It was a rather long and thin corridor. To the left and right were buildings. On the left side was a door but it was blocked by an old lock and the cardboxes. A broken window lay above the said door. On the far end of the corridor steelbars shaped a shut door. Everything seemed familiar in a strange way.
Hass Hass Hass...
Drakken could swear he had heard whispers of some sort, whispers that had sounded like someone who quietly drew breath or spoke very silently. He shook his head and took Shego back upon his shoulder. The walls seemed familiar but also unknown and Drakken felt like as if he had been there before.
He looked to the right and already knew that a brick stuck out of the wall. On the left side was a door but Drakken knew without trying that it was shut. The flattened cardboxes would need to much time anyway. And in the moment in which Drakken thought about time he felt how strange the word started to feel.
He knew he had been there but somehow he had been not. Maybe he had not been there yet? But somehow "yet" seemed strangely bend.
Hass Hass Hass Hass...
The walls seemed to strenghten, take up, reflect and return whatever he believed to hear. He knew that all these things happened at the same time but it could simply not be. But then, no matter how impossible it was, it seemed to happen at the same time. And again Drakken felt how bendable and strangely odd time could be.
He made a few steps and felt like as if he had made them before. He rested against a wall in a way he believed to have done before. He made steps that had been done before and the snow seemed not to fresh at some places. Did he feel something that had been felt before? Was what he felt just a mimikri of something that had been felt before? He did not know, at least not for sure.
Hass Hass HASS...
Whatever was there became louder and it made the blue man's head dizzy. He blinked sevaral times and felt something strange. For a short moment he could see a person walking through the snow. He felt, heard and smelt the footprints and heard voices that came from somewhere infront of the corridors door. Then he blinked again and it was gone.
A strange feeling of desperation struck him when he walked on. He felt strangely followed and pursued. He walked further towards the door and Shego groaned slightly and mumbled something he could not understand. He felt noises escape her mouth when he finally reached the door's knob. Barbed wire hung above it and small parts of it had red sparkles. Blood.
Hass HASS HASS...
Again his head begun to feel odd but this time it started to ache heavilly. The innards of his head began to throb and sqeeze when he saw a hand that was not mine wring the knob around desperatly. Then it was gone and his own hand lay around the knob. He knew it would be shut and yelled out:
"Is someone there?"
Drakken heard steps that came from the front and right side while another loud noise came from behind. He looked back as good as he could and saw that the door had been shoved open. People came through it and ran for him in their strange and shuffling way. Drakken bit his lip and ratled at the bars like a prisoner at his cage.
A person in a black uniform came to the door. It was a cop. Steps came from behind.
"Hey! You're... " He said with determination and then started becoming a little uncertain: "That guy... you know who I mean!"
"Open the door they're after me!" The blue man answered in a fast way.
"You're arrested Mister! Finally something happens in this stupid town." The cop said but refused to open the door.
"No way! I didn't do anything!"
"Don't try to fool ME Mister... ach I don't care, you're arrested! And your strange friends too!"
Drakken realised that he wouldn't get anywhere if the "discussion" went on that way and decid to use a little trick.
"You can only arrest me when the door's open. Otherwise I'm gonna run away and you can meet my friends there."
The cop drew his pistol, opened the door with a key and... Something came. Drakken couldn't put a finger on it at first.
HASS HASS HASS...
It was "it" again. A feeling of anger rose when Drakken heard it and put a hand on his mace. Then he realised that the cops would separate him and Shego in prison what made him feel desparate and lonesome. After that he spotted a bloody handprint on the right wall. It looked like as if someone had pushed himself away and for a moment Drakken saw a person do just that.
He couldn't make out any details but it was the same person he had seen walking through the corridor. Pure hatred grew inside his heart and it mixed with his desparation and the wish to not land in prison. He withdrew the mace and thrust it forward. Drakken was no professional at judging cops but he knew the man was some kind of rookie or beginner. Otherwise he would have been shot already.
The cop looked up, raised his pistol and tried to aim. But the mace was faster. It tossed his hand aside violently and the weapon missfired into one of the people that came from behind. A loud and lazy groan came when Drakken tossed his knee into the cops belly. The man collapsed, Drakken kicked the door shut and slowly put Shego down on a small set of stairs on the left side.
He kicked the man again to make sure he wouldn't rise up again. And even though it made him feel bad a part of him knew it was necessary. Then Drakken saw the sign: It was a small red line of plasticmade paper that stretched over the shut door of the old warehouse:
Police, do not cross. And above the door was a small grey sign with sharp edges. A 19 stood within the quadratic sign. 19.
The outline of a person was marked with white chalk on the ground. Drakken ran around a corner and saw a patrolcar standing there. A cop got out of it and looked at the blue man with confusion in his face.
"What are you doing here, mister?"
"There are violent people around the corner! They hurt my wife and your partner!"
The man's eyes widened, he drew his pistol and ran past Drakken. A loud smashing noise came and two loud sounds echoed through the upcoming night. Drakken came around the corner again and for a short moment he saw a figure come out of the door. Even though he couldn't see the person itself clearly the outlines of its machinegun were clear as ever. For a moment he was remembered of Kim and Ronald.
But then the figure slowly changed. The noise of its shoes was replaced by nothing and its form darkened. But the most remarkable thing was the eyes: They hadn't been there before when reddened orbs flared up from wherever they had hidden before. Feelings of tension and anger rose within Drakken's interior when they torched into him.
The weapon was quickly replaced through a piece of blackness that grew out of the black things middle and side. It grew into a blackened but perfectly visible piece of metal that sook his blood. He saw how several straws, screws, edges and outlines literally grew out of the figure and completed into a weapon that seemed even more dangerous that it looked like.
The urge to run away became nigh unstandable. The blue man did what he was good at: He ran around the corner. In a thoughtless movement he ran towards Shego, took her up and looked at the two cops. Both shot into the mass of persons that hammered against the steelmade door. None of the bullets seemed to stop the crowd even though Drakken could see the blows impact on their bodies.
Then the blackened man suddenly stood within the crowd. He moved past and sometimes seemingly through them. Those people that seemed somewhat normal (except for the red in their eyes) became even angrier and two of them were already climbing over the barbwired frame. One of the cops reloaded his pistol and one of the two men was stricken. He fell to the ground infront of the door and remained there.
The other one rammed his fist into the still firing cop and shoved him down. The other one started firing and Drakken ran away. He made a few steps and the pressure in his head, which was like as if someone opened and shut his head again and again, seized a very little bit. Then the door that lay behind the police's signs started burning away from its middle. The flames burnt through the doors middle within an eyes blink.
After that two reddened spots flared up and Drakkens head felt like as if it was about to burst intwo. One of the cops moved backwards while firing into something out of sight. From behind came noises like the one of ripping fabric. They were hellishly loud and nearly three dozens of greyish-orange lances sped through the air from somewhere behind the corner. A body was torn to shreds and thrown backwards.
Drakken began to understand why the Villain's Digest forbid firearms: The lances flew through the man and small fountains of blood followed them. Huge holes lay wherever flesh could not withstand steel. The man was flung around like a ragdoll under the dozens of impacts and pieces from his body where put away and landed somewhere behind the crippled torso and the cut left legs stump.
And then the blackened man stepped past the corpse and its reddened eyes looked at the dead body for just a moment. Surprisingly enough the revolver in the mans hand raised together with his head whose jaw was cut off. The blackened man lowered his weapon and in the same moment the revolver and the other weapon fired.
The cops head got squashed like melon and a huge hole got blown into the blackened mans head. Then something happened that Drakken would never forget. The figure turned towards him and one red eye went into him. Slowly the blackness that the man consisted of grew into the old form like as if nothing had happened. And as soon as the form was complete again the second eye flared up again. It torched its way into the blue man's mind like the bullets through the corpse.
The pressure increased.
He turned around and ran only to see into the flaming remains of the doors outer frame. Two reddened eyes came out of the shadow and with it came another blackened shape. It differed in looking slightly different, almost like someone who wore a mantle or labcoat of sorts. The entire shape was signed different by its weapon: It was a flamethrower with a small blueish flame that came out of the front.
Drakken knew what these people wanted to do to him and Shego so he ran towards the car. The two things went after him with a stoicly calm way of walking. The flamerman walked sideways to cut his way off while the other led an arm to his back while his weapon pointed downwards. The two straws of its bipod created a frightening shadow that danced, together with burning door's light, over the dead body.
Then the other people came. The flamerman turned around, pointed his muzzle at them and let a stream of fire fly at them. Drakken felt a strange mixture of relief and pity: The other blackened man was gone for just a moment while the other was busy. But the burning people were something he didn't want to see.
"Not even Kim Possible deserves something like these blackened men." Drakken muttered to himself what made Shego murmur softly. He pulled her closer to his chest since he carried her bridestyle. She moved her seemingly asleep her head closer to his shoulder and let it rest there. He was happy for that she didn't have to see these things.
Where these men on his side? He didn't know if they were his enemy or not. Had they slain the cops and these people to keep him safe? He doubted it seriously since they kept giving him the strong headache. And murderers that didn't bother one little bit with ending lifes weren't his league either.
He turned around one last time to see a solid wall of fire and the flamerman. He turned around when Drakken's eyes focused on him and he did so with an unnerving slowlieness. It stepped towards with a frighteningly stoic calmness. Out of the flames a body fell forward and its outstretched arm barely escaped the flames grasp.
Then a couple of reddened eyes flared up within the blackness that lay between flames and the second blackened man stepped through the fire. He didn't mind the flames one bit, nor did he seem to pay them any credit. His left arm returned from its back and brought a cylinder to the weapons side. He attached it and pulled a small lever on the other side back. It snatched forth with a loud metallic noise.
That was it for Drakken. All doubts were out of the way: They wanted to kill him for sure. He ran to the car, opened the door and saw the first good thing of the day: A key that stuck. He put Shego down of the front passengers seat and sat down himself. He started the engine and the vehicle sped forward. When he came past the burned door he saw the wall of flames on the one side and drove away to the other.
He saw the blackend figures that walked after him with their stoic walk. He knew they were after him and Shego. When his eyes looked into the reddened eyes the strange voices whispered in his head:
Hass Hass Hass...
He didn't know what Hass meant but it was what made these people murder. Something told Drakken he hadn't met them for the last time.
