(Shego isn't mine, yatta yatta yatta but enough of that. This is dedicated
TO YOU, All the beautiful people who review this and its predecessor, Masks
of War! This time the disclaimer does not read Kim or KP because this is.
. .)
Family Injustice
Chapter 3
Shego's Story
10 year's ago, in a small village on the foot of the Himalayas
A top a long straw mat behind one of the larger yet still modest homes in the village, a brother and sister trade blows in a sparing match. The sister, already showing signs of becoming a very lovely woman, seemed fierce with her sharp green eyes filled with sadistic joy as she rained strikes down on her opponent. The brother, still young but growing taller by the months, had fear in his crimson eyes as he did his best just to guard himself from his sister's relentless attacks. "Come on Shego!" he cried to his sister with long raven hair. "I don't have the kind of training you have, it's not fair!"
Shego grinned maliciously and swept his legs from under him. Once his back hit the ground, she pounced on him and pinned his shoulders to the ground. "Ha! I win Drago, now you have to cook my favorite food for dinner tonight," the young Shego declared to her wild haired brother.
"It's still not fair," he continued. "I only know Kempo style while you know the secret Dragon Spirit art of fighting; I never stood a chance."
Shego laughed and stood up. "Hey, don't make excuses because you got beat by a girl. Besides, if I was using my spirit to fight you, my hands would turn green and you wouldn't even be standing now."
Drago quickly raised to his feet and glared at his sister who wore a simple white gi like his own; the staple outfit for any student of the martial arts. "You might be dad's pride because the Dragon's spirit has chosen you but you're not that strong you think."
Shego smirked smugly and held her hands up, surrounding them with a thick, fiery green glow. "Maybe we should see how strong I really am."
Drago clenched his fists in anger and took a step back. Shego inched forward, taunting her baby brother with light pokes at his person. As Drago tries to defend himself, even the lightest touch from his sister's hands singed the sleeves of his gi. In desperation, he growled in anger and threw a wild punch toward her face. "Stop it!" he cried out.
Shego easily stepped aside but gasped in surprise when she saw his fist. "Drago, your hand, its glowing red!"
Drago stepped back and looked at his hands. Shego was telling the truth, his hands were really glowing red the same way her hands would glow green. "A red spirit, but isn't the dragon spirit green? What does red mean?"
Shego grabbed Drago's wrist and dragged him into the house, the energy from both their hands dissipated without the two's concentration. "I don't know, but maybe father might know what this means." The two scampered barefoot across the smoothen wooden floor to the dining area where an older, tall man having tea with a woman of similar age at a lowered table, both had black hair but only the man sported the same pale olive skin pigment as both the children who rushed into the room. "Father, father!" Shego cried out. "Drago's hands glow red like mine glow green!"
The aged man turned to his two children in confusion and stood from his kneeled position on the floor. "What are you screaming about Shego?" he asked. "You're the one chosen by the dragon spirit, not your baby brother."
"Yes father but look," she said, turning to Drago. "Show him, Drago."
Drago nodded quietly and focused on his clenched fists, soon creating a soft red aura around them. The father was surprised at first but later seemed unimpressed. "Yes, that's very nice Drago but the Temple of the Dragon can only be guarded by those gifted with the dragon's spirit. Since Shego has proven herself to be the chosen one, I'm afraid your . . . false spirit means only that you can light a path at night. Now stop being a bother to your sister and go prepare dinner before the sun sets."
Defeated but not all too surprised, Drago politely bowed and left for the kitchen. Shego slowly approached her father without the courtesy of bowing first. "Father, I heard from a few people in town that it is the woman's place to be in the kitchen but I never once cooked a meal while you have Drago prepare every meal since my aura manifested, why?"
Her father looked down at her with a simple smile. "You're a blessing to this house, Shego, to this family. I can not sully your hands with such meaningless tasks such as cooking and cleaning if you are to achieve the honor of becoming a temple guardian. Besides, there is no mention of any type of red aura in our history, even with his new found ability your brother is best left in the kitchen. Besides, he'll need the practice; I doubt he would ever find a wife with his scrawny frame."
Shego seemed upset from her father's reply. "It's because you spend all your time teaching me from the guardian's scrolls while you brush him to either mother or to himself. He's strong father, not much now but his understanding of Kempo-"
The father waved his hand dismissively at her last word. "You should not have wasted your time teaching him Kempo. I taught you that because you'll need to concentrate most of your attacks with your powerful hands. You should be smart; my brother ignored me after he became the temple guardian and now life rewards me with you, the new temple guardian. In life, it all balances out."
Shego looked down and closed her eyes tight. "But I don't want to waste my life guarding a lizard's bones," she whispered.
She was almost struck down by her father's hand but it was stopped by Drago's birth mother. "Why don't you go and wait for dinner to be prepared," the mother told Shego with a soft voice. Shego left the dining area but pressed her back to the wall so she could ease drop on whatever her parents were going to talk about. "Dear, maybe you're pushing her too hard, she's a child, it's only natural for her to push back. And you do treat your own son like an unwanted daughter."
The father calmly knelt back down and drank from his tea cup. "I push her because talent like hers only comes once a generation. She is destined to be the pride of this family; our daughter, the first woman guardian."
"That's just it dear husband, she's not really my daughter. She's the daughter of your last wife while my child is Drago, the one you work like a slave and treat like a burden."
"He is only keeping Shego from her true potential with his silly games and now this false red spirit of his. I already have plans for him to be one of the cooks for the lord of the next village so he will have a purpose in life which makes use of his natural skill for cooking. Besides, when Shego's life as a guardian is recorded, you will be named the mother who raised her to the legendary woman she will one day become."
The mother closed her eyes and drank her tea before saying cynically: "Will I live that long? Your first wife died when Shego was 4, the same age you brother the guardian showed the sign that he was chosen by the Dragon Spirit. Then it was at age 5 when her powers emerged that you started paying so much attention to her while Drago, who you named in honor of the Dragon Spirit, had only turned 1. Could it be that you're so jealous of your brother Wego that you would have done anything to bare a child to become a temple guardian so you wouldn't feel like a failure?"
Shego's father slammed his tea cup to the table. "I will not have my wife speak to me in such an insolent tone of voice."
She stood to her feet and bowed. "I'm sorry dear husband; I'll go tend to the laundry then."
Shego didn't know what to make of all this. From what she could understand, her own father might very well have been the cause of her birth mother's death. And what was this all for anyway; being isolated from other children, her own half-brother treated like a slave, maybe even the murder of her mother, for what? Now she knows what for; for her father's jealousy of not being one of the chosen, to use her to live the life he wanted for himself. But recently she heard stories about the world outside this village, wonders that dwarfed anything the Dragon Spirit had ever done in legends. She wanted to go see them in the past but was thwarted every time. Now she hated the Temple of the Dragon as it seemed to be a future prison to her. She rushed to the kitchen to her brother. "Drago, I want to leave this village, I want to go east and I want you to go with me."
Drago turned from the boiling pot of beef and vegetables to his sister with a confused face. "What are you talking about Shego?" he asked her.
"Please, this place is a prison to both of us, if we stay, we'll never live our lives the way we want," she continued.
Drago was hesitant to believe her. "You're being silly, you are going to be a really respected member of the village and I'll still be here free to choice what to do with my life."
Shego shook her head harshly. "No, no, no, I don't want to live my life that way just because my hands glow and father is planning to give you away to the next village to cook for their lord. You're his only son but you don't see that he treats you like a slave!"
Drago seemed extremely hurt but turned back to his pot. "If dad sends me away. . . it's because cooking for someone important like a lord is a way to make me someone he can be proud of. I envy you sis, you're his first born so you had his respect instantly while I have to work for it."
Shego groaned in defeat and stormed into her room. "If Drago is too blind to see the bars in this prison, then I'll have to escape on my own and hope things change for him when I'm gone," she told herself. She began stuffing as much belongs as she could into her gi robe and tied it all securely, making the gi robe into a type of bag. With her gi off, she slipped on a dress she usually wore when she went to sleep. As she finished her preparations, a strong rain had begun to fall hard on the walls and roof of the house.
She left before dinner was prepared, trudging through the wet grass and mud in hopes to get as far away from that house as quickly as possible. When she got about 50 feet away from the house, something grasped her wrist and stopped her in her tracks. "What do you think you're doing?" asked her father in a stern voice.
Shego snapped her hand free and turned to her father. "I'm not staying here so you can control my life anymore!" she declared. "You treat Drago like he's a mistake and you never did tell me uncle Wego exposed his green aura when he was 4; the same age my mother 'mysteriously' died!"
Her father's face turned cold. "It was a bad time at life; my first born was a girl and you were quickly becoming less likely to display the power of the Dragon Spirit. I wanted another child but your mother was . . . hesitant, I had to do what I can before I lost my opportunity to bare a guardian. Though now seeing you as you are now, I lament I did not wait a year like I had thought of at first."
Shego felt an overwhelming rage take hold of her. Her hands began to glow with an intensity that might have been thought of as the anger of the Dragon Spirit inside Shego. "You monster, I'll send you to hell!" she screamed, before throwing the energy in her right hand into his face. The smoldering hot blast painfully blinded him as he held his face screaming in pain. His screams did not last long as Shego, still blind herself with her fury, plunged her hand into his chest and grabbed the first thing she felt. As she slowly freed her hand from inside her father, he fell dead to the floor while she felt his heart beat its final beats in her hand. Now that the heart itself has died, she let it fall to the ground, now feeling the hot blood sprayed from his injury on parts of her body. As she looked back at the house, hearing something fall on a wooden floor, she noticed Drago had seen the whole thing and was on his backside watching in shock. She approached him; he inched back in fear until he hit the wall. Strangely, Shego felt nothing from killing her father but she smiled once she stood over Drago. So silly, he should've known over the years that even if she teases him or hurts him, she could never do anything to really hurt him. She patted his hair, ignoring how bloody her hand was and said simple. "We're free now, our jailer is dead and we're free to live our lives."
That was the last she ever saw of Drago. She picked up her belongings and continued to walk east, past the thick forest which surrounded the simple, backward villages that blocked them from the rest of the world until she found her new life of freedom. But that is a story for another time. But right now, Shego was piloting a stealth jet over the great lakes after stealing a prototype metal alloy meant to break apart rock and other hard organic material like butter from a research lab in Alberta Canada. She checked her watch to see it was 6:53 p.m. Colorado time. "Well," she said to herself. "I might be cutting it a little close but hey, I got everything the blue skinned whack job wanted and the sun should be setting by now." She set the jet to auto pilot and opened the microwave after it beeped its completion. She opened the small door and grabbed the cup of hot chili and placed it on a card table. "Microwave chili," she sighed to herself. "It really looks like Drago's beef stew but I know it won't be as good. God I've eaten at 5 star restaurants on every major country and I still can't find anything better than that stew, makes me wonder if I should've waited for after dinner before I ran away."
(Now, let's see what we have. In this story called Family Injustice; Adrian who is Drago Adian wants to kill Shego to avenge their father who
she killed. But in this chapter we learn their father was not the
honorable man Adrian sees him to be. But then what is the injustice? Adrian wanting to kill his sister over blind loyalty to his father, Shego killing her father in a fit of rage after learning the truth, or the father
for treating his only children that way? Stay Tuned, you don't want to
miss the rest.)
Family Injustice
Chapter 3
Shego's Story
10 year's ago, in a small village on the foot of the Himalayas
A top a long straw mat behind one of the larger yet still modest homes in the village, a brother and sister trade blows in a sparing match. The sister, already showing signs of becoming a very lovely woman, seemed fierce with her sharp green eyes filled with sadistic joy as she rained strikes down on her opponent. The brother, still young but growing taller by the months, had fear in his crimson eyes as he did his best just to guard himself from his sister's relentless attacks. "Come on Shego!" he cried to his sister with long raven hair. "I don't have the kind of training you have, it's not fair!"
Shego grinned maliciously and swept his legs from under him. Once his back hit the ground, she pounced on him and pinned his shoulders to the ground. "Ha! I win Drago, now you have to cook my favorite food for dinner tonight," the young Shego declared to her wild haired brother.
"It's still not fair," he continued. "I only know Kempo style while you know the secret Dragon Spirit art of fighting; I never stood a chance."
Shego laughed and stood up. "Hey, don't make excuses because you got beat by a girl. Besides, if I was using my spirit to fight you, my hands would turn green and you wouldn't even be standing now."
Drago quickly raised to his feet and glared at his sister who wore a simple white gi like his own; the staple outfit for any student of the martial arts. "You might be dad's pride because the Dragon's spirit has chosen you but you're not that strong you think."
Shego smirked smugly and held her hands up, surrounding them with a thick, fiery green glow. "Maybe we should see how strong I really am."
Drago clenched his fists in anger and took a step back. Shego inched forward, taunting her baby brother with light pokes at his person. As Drago tries to defend himself, even the lightest touch from his sister's hands singed the sleeves of his gi. In desperation, he growled in anger and threw a wild punch toward her face. "Stop it!" he cried out.
Shego easily stepped aside but gasped in surprise when she saw his fist. "Drago, your hand, its glowing red!"
Drago stepped back and looked at his hands. Shego was telling the truth, his hands were really glowing red the same way her hands would glow green. "A red spirit, but isn't the dragon spirit green? What does red mean?"
Shego grabbed Drago's wrist and dragged him into the house, the energy from both their hands dissipated without the two's concentration. "I don't know, but maybe father might know what this means." The two scampered barefoot across the smoothen wooden floor to the dining area where an older, tall man having tea with a woman of similar age at a lowered table, both had black hair but only the man sported the same pale olive skin pigment as both the children who rushed into the room. "Father, father!" Shego cried out. "Drago's hands glow red like mine glow green!"
The aged man turned to his two children in confusion and stood from his kneeled position on the floor. "What are you screaming about Shego?" he asked. "You're the one chosen by the dragon spirit, not your baby brother."
"Yes father but look," she said, turning to Drago. "Show him, Drago."
Drago nodded quietly and focused on his clenched fists, soon creating a soft red aura around them. The father was surprised at first but later seemed unimpressed. "Yes, that's very nice Drago but the Temple of the Dragon can only be guarded by those gifted with the dragon's spirit. Since Shego has proven herself to be the chosen one, I'm afraid your . . . false spirit means only that you can light a path at night. Now stop being a bother to your sister and go prepare dinner before the sun sets."
Defeated but not all too surprised, Drago politely bowed and left for the kitchen. Shego slowly approached her father without the courtesy of bowing first. "Father, I heard from a few people in town that it is the woman's place to be in the kitchen but I never once cooked a meal while you have Drago prepare every meal since my aura manifested, why?"
Her father looked down at her with a simple smile. "You're a blessing to this house, Shego, to this family. I can not sully your hands with such meaningless tasks such as cooking and cleaning if you are to achieve the honor of becoming a temple guardian. Besides, there is no mention of any type of red aura in our history, even with his new found ability your brother is best left in the kitchen. Besides, he'll need the practice; I doubt he would ever find a wife with his scrawny frame."
Shego seemed upset from her father's reply. "It's because you spend all your time teaching me from the guardian's scrolls while you brush him to either mother or to himself. He's strong father, not much now but his understanding of Kempo-"
The father waved his hand dismissively at her last word. "You should not have wasted your time teaching him Kempo. I taught you that because you'll need to concentrate most of your attacks with your powerful hands. You should be smart; my brother ignored me after he became the temple guardian and now life rewards me with you, the new temple guardian. In life, it all balances out."
Shego looked down and closed her eyes tight. "But I don't want to waste my life guarding a lizard's bones," she whispered.
She was almost struck down by her father's hand but it was stopped by Drago's birth mother. "Why don't you go and wait for dinner to be prepared," the mother told Shego with a soft voice. Shego left the dining area but pressed her back to the wall so she could ease drop on whatever her parents were going to talk about. "Dear, maybe you're pushing her too hard, she's a child, it's only natural for her to push back. And you do treat your own son like an unwanted daughter."
The father calmly knelt back down and drank from his tea cup. "I push her because talent like hers only comes once a generation. She is destined to be the pride of this family; our daughter, the first woman guardian."
"That's just it dear husband, she's not really my daughter. She's the daughter of your last wife while my child is Drago, the one you work like a slave and treat like a burden."
"He is only keeping Shego from her true potential with his silly games and now this false red spirit of his. I already have plans for him to be one of the cooks for the lord of the next village so he will have a purpose in life which makes use of his natural skill for cooking. Besides, when Shego's life as a guardian is recorded, you will be named the mother who raised her to the legendary woman she will one day become."
The mother closed her eyes and drank her tea before saying cynically: "Will I live that long? Your first wife died when Shego was 4, the same age you brother the guardian showed the sign that he was chosen by the Dragon Spirit. Then it was at age 5 when her powers emerged that you started paying so much attention to her while Drago, who you named in honor of the Dragon Spirit, had only turned 1. Could it be that you're so jealous of your brother Wego that you would have done anything to bare a child to become a temple guardian so you wouldn't feel like a failure?"
Shego's father slammed his tea cup to the table. "I will not have my wife speak to me in such an insolent tone of voice."
She stood to her feet and bowed. "I'm sorry dear husband; I'll go tend to the laundry then."
Shego didn't know what to make of all this. From what she could understand, her own father might very well have been the cause of her birth mother's death. And what was this all for anyway; being isolated from other children, her own half-brother treated like a slave, maybe even the murder of her mother, for what? Now she knows what for; for her father's jealousy of not being one of the chosen, to use her to live the life he wanted for himself. But recently she heard stories about the world outside this village, wonders that dwarfed anything the Dragon Spirit had ever done in legends. She wanted to go see them in the past but was thwarted every time. Now she hated the Temple of the Dragon as it seemed to be a future prison to her. She rushed to the kitchen to her brother. "Drago, I want to leave this village, I want to go east and I want you to go with me."
Drago turned from the boiling pot of beef and vegetables to his sister with a confused face. "What are you talking about Shego?" he asked her.
"Please, this place is a prison to both of us, if we stay, we'll never live our lives the way we want," she continued.
Drago was hesitant to believe her. "You're being silly, you are going to be a really respected member of the village and I'll still be here free to choice what to do with my life."
Shego shook her head harshly. "No, no, no, I don't want to live my life that way just because my hands glow and father is planning to give you away to the next village to cook for their lord. You're his only son but you don't see that he treats you like a slave!"
Drago seemed extremely hurt but turned back to his pot. "If dad sends me away. . . it's because cooking for someone important like a lord is a way to make me someone he can be proud of. I envy you sis, you're his first born so you had his respect instantly while I have to work for it."
Shego groaned in defeat and stormed into her room. "If Drago is too blind to see the bars in this prison, then I'll have to escape on my own and hope things change for him when I'm gone," she told herself. She began stuffing as much belongs as she could into her gi robe and tied it all securely, making the gi robe into a type of bag. With her gi off, she slipped on a dress she usually wore when she went to sleep. As she finished her preparations, a strong rain had begun to fall hard on the walls and roof of the house.
She left before dinner was prepared, trudging through the wet grass and mud in hopes to get as far away from that house as quickly as possible. When she got about 50 feet away from the house, something grasped her wrist and stopped her in her tracks. "What do you think you're doing?" asked her father in a stern voice.
Shego snapped her hand free and turned to her father. "I'm not staying here so you can control my life anymore!" she declared. "You treat Drago like he's a mistake and you never did tell me uncle Wego exposed his green aura when he was 4; the same age my mother 'mysteriously' died!"
Her father's face turned cold. "It was a bad time at life; my first born was a girl and you were quickly becoming less likely to display the power of the Dragon Spirit. I wanted another child but your mother was . . . hesitant, I had to do what I can before I lost my opportunity to bare a guardian. Though now seeing you as you are now, I lament I did not wait a year like I had thought of at first."
Shego felt an overwhelming rage take hold of her. Her hands began to glow with an intensity that might have been thought of as the anger of the Dragon Spirit inside Shego. "You monster, I'll send you to hell!" she screamed, before throwing the energy in her right hand into his face. The smoldering hot blast painfully blinded him as he held his face screaming in pain. His screams did not last long as Shego, still blind herself with her fury, plunged her hand into his chest and grabbed the first thing she felt. As she slowly freed her hand from inside her father, he fell dead to the floor while she felt his heart beat its final beats in her hand. Now that the heart itself has died, she let it fall to the ground, now feeling the hot blood sprayed from his injury on parts of her body. As she looked back at the house, hearing something fall on a wooden floor, she noticed Drago had seen the whole thing and was on his backside watching in shock. She approached him; he inched back in fear until he hit the wall. Strangely, Shego felt nothing from killing her father but she smiled once she stood over Drago. So silly, he should've known over the years that even if she teases him or hurts him, she could never do anything to really hurt him. She patted his hair, ignoring how bloody her hand was and said simple. "We're free now, our jailer is dead and we're free to live our lives."
That was the last she ever saw of Drago. She picked up her belongings and continued to walk east, past the thick forest which surrounded the simple, backward villages that blocked them from the rest of the world until she found her new life of freedom. But that is a story for another time. But right now, Shego was piloting a stealth jet over the great lakes after stealing a prototype metal alloy meant to break apart rock and other hard organic material like butter from a research lab in Alberta Canada. She checked her watch to see it was 6:53 p.m. Colorado time. "Well," she said to herself. "I might be cutting it a little close but hey, I got everything the blue skinned whack job wanted and the sun should be setting by now." She set the jet to auto pilot and opened the microwave after it beeped its completion. She opened the small door and grabbed the cup of hot chili and placed it on a card table. "Microwave chili," she sighed to herself. "It really looks like Drago's beef stew but I know it won't be as good. God I've eaten at 5 star restaurants on every major country and I still can't find anything better than that stew, makes me wonder if I should've waited for after dinner before I ran away."
(Now, let's see what we have. In this story called Family Injustice; Adrian who is Drago Adian wants to kill Shego to avenge their father who
she killed. But in this chapter we learn their father was not the
honorable man Adrian sees him to be. But then what is the injustice? Adrian wanting to kill his sister over blind loyalty to his father, Shego killing her father in a fit of rage after learning the truth, or the father
for treating his only children that way? Stay Tuned, you don't want to
miss the rest.)