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Blackness spread through the room. It was the same room as in the last chapter, with the sharpened shadows, the endangering green light and the teddy that lay lonely in a door to a blackened room. But what had not happened before was that a person stepped through the door in the far end of the corridor. The other doors lay on the sides of the long corridor.

When it was about to close the door its shape was the only recognisable thing. Behind the figure lay a sway of hellish green light, or fire, if one could see it as a such. It was a man and it held something in its hands. The thing's tip moved into the other hand, which was open, again and again. It looked a little bit like a teacher or prisonguard that clapped its baton while looking for failing students or misdoing prisoners.

In this case there wasn't much of a difference.

The corridor seemed to stretch further, reality seemed to bend, doors remained with their old lenght while new doors seemingly appeared and the corridor grew longer. The figure stepped forward with long and heavy strides. It seemed to move over the horribly long distance with inhuman ease. A small figure at the other part of the corridor tried to flee.

"Tsk tsk... so promising..." The figure said in a tone that betrayed any emotion.

The figure ran away from the harasser and its baton but its steps were futile, small and slow. The further it sped the further the door stretched away. After what seemed to be an eternity the figure was still not at the door. It looked at its intended goal and in just that moment of taking its eyes from the predator it took the distance in a seemingly timeless step. The small figure was cornered.

The small teddy didn't notice anything of it, nor could it care since it was dead matter and not a living being. Beside it something stepped out of the shadows. Something black stepped onto the cold floor beside the teddy. It was just as lifeless as the small piece of toy and artificial fur.

"So promising..."

Greenish hell-light had barely lit the floor before but from then on something absorbed it. "Absorb" was not the correct term but the one that was most grippable for the human mind. The light vanished when something stepped up behind the baton-wielder. It slowly turned around only to vanish in a ghostly shape of pure blackness. The teddy was the only one who knew that it hadn't happened before, hadn't happened yet.

It shouldn't have happened but it did. It should not be happening.

Both figures who remained, the one small and harmless and the other one black and inunderstandable, stood before each other. There was a short moment of hope, a soft flicker of light in the smaller things eyes. It was a person. And then the other thing stepped forward, the entire corridor darkened while greenish light tried to penetrate its darkness from behind in protest and fear.

It did not change a thing.

Something akin to an arm of blackness came towards the small figure that began to cry. Its old and real predator had been eaten by a bigger one and it was still the victim. An intense feeling of cold and fear made the young persons body shiver heavilly when it came towards the figure. It was entirely quiet except for one thing:

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." A small puff of cold, like the one from a person that breathes out in a cold winter, appeared. But it was not a normal, nor a natural one. It was a cold that came from something else, it was nothing but an interpretation of something the figure couldn't understand. Neither its body nor its mind could perceive what the blackened man and its bloodred flaring eyes did.

Then everything suddenly vanished.

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Drakken's car sped away from the wall of fire. Three figures walked through the flames with their slow and unstoppable pace. What unnerved Drakken to the point of blank fear was their disregard for anything else but him. The blackened foglike boots moved forward with their long, slow and confident strides. The flames moved to every spot their feet came down upon.

Drakken looked back to the street infront of him and, just a moment later, back again. His eyes widened in lack of understanding for what was not allowed to be:

They were gone.

Nothing but flames and darkness remained. He looked at Shego who mourned slightly and uneasily shifted in her seat. He remembered something he had heard about police cars and looked between the two front seats: A shotgun lay there and he took it to his lap. After that he looked into the glovefold and found a box with 12-gauge shells. The rifle in his lap was rather short since it had no wooden shaft and its barrel looked shortened.

He frowned at the thought of having to use such an unvillainy weapon. Then he looked at Shego. Her bloody bandages and her uneasy shifting put the very last doubts aside. He loaded the weapon with one hand what made clicking noises with every shell. He was about to shake Shego to wake her up when something terribly loud nearly bursted his ears.

It came from the roof and something made the metal screech horribly. He looked up and, just in time, ducked his head. Something whooshed by and Drakken rit the steering wheels aside. He looked up and saw something horrible. A small piece of the roof was cut out. The thing was thin, grey and looked like some kind of skeletall predator. Long claws stood at its thin fingers and small shards and splinters of the roof's steel hung on them.

Its head was some kind of triangle and with horrible mouthtools that would normally remain unseen but came to view because it stood above him. Reddish lights formed a strangely natural symmetryc net of flaring eyes. Drakken stared into these hollow balls, they looked like small craters in a moonscape within the even surface of the triangle.

The car slowed down since Drakken had his feet off the speedpedal and his eyes stared into the triangeld red net. It stood there, quiet, dangerous, harmfull but patient. Its head tilted slightly and the reddened spots seemed to shift like small radar dishes. Drakken's fear slowly went down a little bit when the thing remained strangely dormant. Drakken cast another look on the road without moving his head.

The car wasn't about to crash into something. Two hands slowly wrapped around the shotgun.

"Urrrrrmmmgrngrng...mmmmmmmm..."

Shego moaned slightly, everything started to happen in a blur. The thing bent down, made a horrible shreeking noise, its mouthtools opened to reveal a horribly insectoid and chitinous maw. It moved forward, Drakken raised his shotgun in panic, it roared loudly, the muzzleflash and semingly hit the thing in its face just as the lead, its claw digged into nothing instead of Shego and it fell from the car and into blackness.

There was an earie silence after that. The only noises were his own thumping heart, Shego's soft murmours while she slowly woke up and the slowing engine. He slowly lowered the shotgun and looked back at the street. His back ached from the sudden stretching and something made him feel like as if it wasn't over yet.

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"Okay Ron our next stop is the hospital. That's the nearest spot on our list."

"Yeah, you mean those flaregun's right?"

"Yep."

They started walking towards the hospital. Kim knew Middleton well enough to find the hospital. After about fifteen minutes of walking they reached the entrance of the huge building. All lights were shut off and only the parking lots lanterns made a dim light in the growing night. It wasn't fully dark yet but their current position lay between the building and the sun, hence inside its shadow.

Kim shivered and Ron put a hand on her hip. There was just the barest hint of him pulling her close. She smiled at him and put her head on his shoulder. Ron went away and pretended to take a jacket off that wasn't there. He then offered her the invisible jacket with his hands. She giggled and moved her back towards his chest. His hands slowly moved over shoulder and down her upper chest.

They slowly moved over her body downwards while gently rubbing what lay underneath. Kim was about to take his hands away when he made her reason to do so vanish: Instead of moving over her bosoms he went down her sides and pulled her closer. His hands came to a stop on her unclad bellybutton and covered it with cuddly warmth. Then he kissed her shoulders and gently nagged on a small part of skin.

Kim enjoyed that little gesture and snuggled herself into his body. She wasn't used to most of the cupple-stuff but she was a quick learner.

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Suddenly everything came back to reality. It had a more odd picture than the one Shego had expected. It was a shotgun that fired off right infront of her face and into something grey and trianglish to her right. Whatever it was, its sound of being smashed together with the nigh deafening blast of the firearm made a startling wake-up.

Something grabbed her collar from the outside and she saw a strange triangleed head stare at her. It was rit ahalf and its claw seemed to hold on her. She blinked a few times before realising that it was dead. Her hand moved like in a trance and put the things claw out of the sindow. Shego looked out of the window and after the corpse. It rolled into the snow and seized moving.

Then came a loud and somewhat dull THHUUUTS and a different clank-clank. Her head moved around in that strangely unreal trance and she saw Drakken hold a short rifle into another grey things head. He was having a powerstruggle over the steering wheel with it. She thought about it and came to the conclusion that helping Drakken would certainly help get that strange haze away.

And she couldn't yell the shit out of him if the car crashed.

A green bolt caught it by surprise, it sreeched loudly and Drakken put the gun through the hole in the roof. With a loud THUUDT the grey thing got smashed up into the air while its arms flayed around helplessy. It vanished into the growing night, never to appear again. Drakken breathed heavily and brought the car to a halt. After that he looked at her.

"Shego! We should-"

"THANK YOU for waking me up with that thing!" She snorted sarcastically.

"I had noc choice and no death ray at hand!" Then his face changed to worry: "Are you better? You shouldn't have overdone it with that-"

"I know. You should be thankfull for saving your ass from that thing. If i hadn't pushed into your hip-"

"Well I was busy with carrying you around and keeping hordes of people from killing us! And I fooled the cops too!"

"How amazing Drakken. As if THAT was hard to do!"

None of the two noticed something shifting in a shadow nearby. Something within the shadows slowly rose to a tall human's height.

"If you've got to carry someone unconscious around it is!" Drakken stated while his voice became somewhat more agressive.

"I wouldn't have become unconscious if you moron hadn't stayed in the hospital!"

Two flares lit up in the darkness and it and a shape or pure blackness shifted through the darkness and upon the street.

"I hadn't stayed if there if you hadn't yelled at me you whore!" Shego was too enangered to notice that it was the very first time Drakken insulted her. The thing came closer.

"Shut up you useless bastard! None of your plans work!" The shape moved closer.

"Oh yeah? YOU never work you useless toy, you!" It came closer but remained unnoticed. Its eyes became brighter the closer it got. "And you even think you can treat your master this way? I tell you WHAT you are. Useless! You were only accepted because you were the least worst of henchmen and because I pittied you!" Shego's anger slowly faded away and into something else. IT came closer, yet unnoticed.

Then a greyish claw digged into the door on Drakken's side and one of the grey thing pulled itself up. It screeched loudly and its mouthtools set into an attackstance. Nonetheless Drakken did not regard it. Instead he suddenly hefted the shotgun around and shot it in the face wiithout even looking at it. He killed it like as if it was just a minour nuisiance. Nothing but hatred stood in his eyes.

"You're nothing but useless and you'll always be! And now you're even less than before, you're a stupid little cripple with no value, no output, one who cannot even WALK alone!" His voice raised to a violent way from which Shego didn't even know that he posessed it.

"And now YOU dare to insult me? I shot these things, I got you into the car and I got us away from the cops! You've been nothin but a hinderence to me for long enough. I needed you for long enough but now I have something better and far more usefull."

Then he aimed the rifle at her and ejected the old shell. "THIS thing here doesn't talk back, it doesn't need to get paid and it doesn't-"

Shego couldn't believe what happened. The things he said were the only things that could truly hurt her. It was harder than any blow, stronger than any attack and deadlier than any gunwound:

It was rejection. He was dropping her.

"fail me like you did! And it gives me the solution for the problem that's been bugging me for far too long: Your incompetence, presence, and Kim Possible!" He smiled wickedly. "Convenient isn't it? Why should I let you rot away in the gossip if one shell for about 12 FUCKING DOLLARS CAN HANDLE THIS!"

Shego began to cry. She could handle anything except for Drakken rejecting her. It was the second time within 24 hours that she saw just how important he was for her. And then she saw IT. It stood behind Drakken and its gun pointed at him. Its red orbs flared even stronger while he kept yelling her but the eyes droned out any noise. There was just the reddened flares anymore. They tore into her.

Then she noticed how something in Drakken's eyes vanished, got drained awy, left, seized existance. She felt how the same was happening to her when his lips moved around and his face went hard as stone. Something inside her snapped and her hand lit up in a green that was new. It was common but yet unknown. It was new and yet old at the same time. It was a contrast. It was perfect. It was a sickeningly greenish hellfire that even Satan would be frightened off.

It was the same green like the one in the corridor.

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"So what do we do now?" Liz asked.

"I'll call Mrs Possible to get her to the hospital. We should go there too." Tara said while nodding towards Helen who seemed to be blinking pretty often. Her head slightly moved back and forth in a steady rythm.

"We could get some penicillin for your friend there, too."

And so it was settled. Hanna couldn't keep her eyes away from the man beside her, Liz seemed to examine Crystal's injury together with said man but her eyes seemed more focused on the weapon the girl lay upon. Od kept looking out of the window and Helen was occupied with keeping her head from bumping on the steering wheel and driving at the same time.

Tara took her cellphone.

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Shego rammed her injured hand into the gun's side and Drakken's shot went into the seat behind her. The thing raised its gun with inhuman speed but Shego was faster. A sickeningly green bolt of lightning sped towards the thing, went through it and the weapon. It seemed to seize existance within the thing's grasp but something inside the weapon didn't stop being there.

A huge hole was punched into its middle but the reddened flares remained. Shego got angry and desparate since Drakken tried to put the gun at her again. She ducked and pressed her now unlit arm on his leg, which lay on pedal for the clutch, and switched to the first gear with the other hand. Drakken shot again but Shego had moved with superhuman speed and he hadn't been able to track her.

Buckshot went through the already destroyed window, the car started accelerating and with last bit of willpower Shego held the lever for switching gears long enough to not make the engine stop completely. Then the pain came and, after agonizing moments of flames within her shoulder, blissfull unconsciousness took its place.

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Drakken realised that the gun in his hands was empty. Then he found out that the car was moving forward. Then he noticed the wall coming closer. He screamed up but it was too late: The car hit the wall. However, the car wasn't faster than ten kilomters the hour. After the "crash" Drakken looked for Shego and found her head resting calmly on his lap. At first he nearly panicked, then naughty thoughts came and then he realised that it was Shego.

"Ufff..."

He slowly picked her head up and looked at her. She had cried and she seemed highly exhausted. Then he remembered that HE had made her cry. Everything came back like memories after a night with too many drinks: How he had shot at her, the words he had said and everything else. Everything except for the blackened man that had been behind him came back to memory.

"Shego! Shego wake up!"

He shook her heavily and after some time she murmured lightly. He sighed loudly until the wound in her shoulder came to view. She had lost blood again and the suit and bandage were soaked with red. His thoughts circled around what had happened if he had hit her.

Then he spotted the blackened man in the car's mirrors.

"Shego! Wake up you've got to wake up now, please!"

A loud beep came from his belt and he knew what it was: The hovercar. It flew behind the blackened man and then sped towards him. He turned around and looked at the hovercar. He raised the gun in his hands and fired at the car. Drakken's eyes widened with shock when the thing was cut by the lances. It tumbled in the air, turned around and then crashed into the ground infront of the man.

Drakken wanted to believe that he died within the flames when the car exploded and its fireball swallowed him. But he knew that these things shouldn't be underestimated and so he took Shego into his arms and carried her away. The empty shotgun stuck between his belt his pants just as the mace did.

Drakken ran away while the thing rose out of the flames. It turned around and its horrible eyes flared upon the blue man. He felt them torch within him and ran for his, and Shego's, life. He ran for some time, ran and ran. His heart pumped heavily and his arms ached. Then they reached the hospital. The entrance was relatively well lit since it lay on the "sunny" side of the building.

He walked into the house and looked around. The corridors were empty and dark, lightless, lonely and frightening. To the right was the reception which looked just the same, including the light dent/bump where the secretary's head had been slammed into the table. The entire room looked familiar except for something important:

Light.

Everything looked frightening and harmfull. It looked like as if the walls themselves would swallow him and never let him go again. He activated a small lamp on his belt which gave a dim streak of light. He quickly spun around since he felt like as if something had been there but nothing was to be seen. He looked trough a room but didn't find anything usefull. Then, finally, in a new corridor he found a small wheelchair.

He set Shego down and sat down infront of her.

"Shego?"

"Hmmm?" Was the mubmly reply.

"Look... about what I said..." He took a deep breath since he didn't know how to explain the unexplainable.

"When I met you I didn't know you'd become what you are now, Shego. Ummm... what I said is not true-"

"I know... that man..." Shego whispered since she didn't have any energy left for more.

"But that doesn't make it okay. Look... you are more important to me than you think... I need you." Shego flinched like as if in pain.

"But that's not the reason why I kept you around me all the time. Everytime I lost I could have stopped but I always thought 'What about Shego? She's got nowhere to go.'. That's why I went on all the time."

The woman looked at him. Her entire posture was bad. She looked defeated, destroyed, annihilated and emptied.

"So... I went on for you and everytime you saved me I was gratefull for that. Sometimes I even came up with shemes even though I knew they'd fail only because you were about to leave..."

Shego's eyes widened.

"You'll always be my assistant no matter what. Even if I can't be a villain anymore, even if you can't fight anymore. I... need you. I'm depending on you. I cannot exist without you anymore. I don't want you to leave since other people wouldn't tolerate your attitude towards bosses."

She cast her eyes downwards. It had been the wrong sentence.

"I mean... just... You are a part of my life and I'm responsible for you... I have to care for you and..." He took a deep breath once more. What he was about to say was on a thin line between an exclamation of love and what he wanted to express.

"I'm far too used to your company. You'll always be my assistant for as long as you want to and...ummm... I'll always do my best to keep you safe and... no matter how usefull you are, no matter if you can still help I'll still keep you with me. I'm not gonna drop you away."

Shego looked at him in a way he had not seen her do before. It was between disbelief, interest, obvious affection, hope and want.

"I don't know if I love you or something like that but... do you remember what I told you about being a villainy family?"

She nodded quickly.

"You're my family Shego, no matter what. I still need you and I'll always need you. Just not in the way someone needs a drink, a ride or a cd. I'm kinda... addictive of you." He giggled nervously since it sounded strange. After a moment he bit his lips and went on:

"I'm a junky and you're my drug, I starve and your my food... I can't live without you Shego. I just need you not to ti simply satisfy my needs but to satisfy yours, too. I just wanna say... ummm... I need you, just not... in an egoistic and onesided way. No one can live without a family."

Shego smiled broadly. It looked wonderfull on her sad face. Soft tears went down her cheeks.

"I'll never betray you, nor will I drop you or something like that... I want you to be with me cause you're Shego and... when you got hurt I realised that I never told you... just how much I worry and care about you." He nervously scratched his head. It was hard to say such things but sometimes they needed to be said.

"Thank you, Drew." Shego said and smiled. Her face smiled, her lips did so too, but her eyes remained cold. Drakken knew he had failed since her eyes still showed that status of defeat. No matter how many words he spoke it wouldn't make her whole again. Sometimes words are not enough and only actions take the necessary effect. He got out his trumpcard.

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Shego was a little bit happy. It wasnt enough to make her whole again but then Drakken's hand moved. He put something on her lap. It was small, furry and a little bit old. It was a teddy.

"Nogo!" She looked at him and at the teddy in disbelief and surprise. "But I thought..."

"I got him wiht your diary and-"

"Thank you Drew thank you!" Shego pulled him into a hug with her healthy hand and he gently pulled her closer. It was the very first time someone hugged her and it felt wonderfull. His hands moved carefully and pulled her close. There was no space between them when Shego put her head on his chest and cried tears of joy.

Shego began to speak to Nogo the teddy but Drakken didn't mind. He knew that Shego had a rough childhood. He had have had one too. Nogo's fur took a few of the tears and soaked them up. It was exactly the same teddy as the one in the nightmare's corridor.