Obsession Twenty Five – A child's nightmare
Shego on the other hand found Mrs. Lipsky up in her room and she was looking through some old photo's she carried around. Shego saw that her door was cracked and felt that the old woman was lonely, so feeling in a happy mood... for once, Shego knocked on the door slightly. "Come in." Mrs. Lipsky said as Shego pushed open the door twisting her fingers because she was nervous. It was so scary; Drakken was a complete duplicate to his mother and his father... but at his age he had more of the same genes from his mother now then when he was a child.
"I was wondering if you needed anything." Shego asked politely. "Oh no dear I'm fine thank you." She said smiling. "What are you looking at?" Shego asked looking towards the ripped pictures that Abigail held in the hands. "Oh, just some old pictures of Drew when he was younger." Abby said as Shego sat down next to her.
Taking the first picture that Abby let her see, Shego laughed and smiled at the picture. The picture that she first saw was a picture of Drakken was he was a baby. He had a little bit of black hair, but didn't have teeth yet. He was giggling and looking up at the camera and waving his feet in the air. "He was such a cute baby boy." Abby said smiling and looking at the baby picture. "I can tell." Shego said dreamily.
The next picture that Shego saw was when Drakken was going to his first day of preschool. "Why dose he look so sad?" Shego asked flipping her hair behind her ears. "Oh," Abby laughed, "He didn't want to leave me, and the horses, but I told him it was only for a few hours and he would be home soon. But he never listened." Abby said laughing as Shego did the same. On Drakken's first day of Preschool, Drakken was wearing a black top with a skull on the front, and dark blue pants. (Yes, what he wore from the movie 'A Sitch in Time'). Looking through more pictures that Abby had in her wallet, Shego realized how nice she was. Shego then realized Dr. Drakken didn't get his short temperament and his anger from Abby at all; he must have gotten it from his mysterious father that he never spoke about.
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Drakken on the other hand was daydreaming as he walked Commodore Puddles, who was sniffing everything he saw in sight. Thinking back to when he was a little boy, he remembered getting very sick and having the bad dream that came true...
.:.Flashback-Little Drakken's nightmare.:. Little Drew stood at the front of a long dark ally way. It looked to be New York City... but at midnight. Looking all around but standing still he saw a sign above him that said 'The Sorcerer's Pub.' Walking over to a door that was the entrance he walked in slowly. Inside the pub it was dark and the air was filled with smoke. Drew coughed a bit from the smoke because he was not use to its taste in his mouth but he ignored it. No one in the dark frightening pub seemed to notice that a small boy was walking around curiously. Drew then suddenly slipped on some bear that was splashed on the ground by a very large drunk Irish man.
Falling flat on his little face, his black glasses flew across the floor and were almost stepped on. Luckily Drew got them before they were crushed by one of the waitresses. "What where you keep your drink." Drew said annoyed as he narrowed his eye brows to the big man, who just looked at Drew and laughed. "Aye and what is a lil lad like you going to do bout it?" He asked burping. 'Gross,' Drew then thought to himself as he rolled his eyes at the man and looked around some more.
Taking in every face that he saw in this dirty pub, he looked around a bit more. On the walls were long, touching the ground, Irish and American flags. To the back of the pub was a stage with lots of lights. A few show girls were dancing on it and some drunken men were cheering them on and throwing roses at them along with coins. 'Why am I here?' Drew wondered to himself as he looked around a little more.
"Dad!?" Drew then said out loud in a state of total shook. Sitting a few tables away from Drew who was standing sat his father, Greg Lipsky. Greg didn't look well at all and was sitting with some other men that Drew hadn't ever recognized. Greg's black hair was all messed up and he had dark circles under his eyes.
"So Greg, you got the lute or not?" A short slender man said who was sitting across from him. He had brown eyes and had red and black hair on top of his head. The man looked like he was involved with the mafia or involved with some gangsters. Greg looked at the man as if he was crazy and took a long swig of his 'Bulls' Bear and whipped his mouth with his sleeve. "Don't give me that look Gregory," The man growled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of another man and slide it across the table to Greg, who was totally drunk!
"Yeah," Greg hiccupped. "Who is he?" He then asked looking tired at the man with the red/black hair. "Shawn Paris, I'm working with him as well... apparently he and I didn't get along... no other words he didn't pay me on time and look what happened to him," The cruel man said and he pulled out another picture and held it up. Greg almost got sick on the floor when he saw the picture.
The young man named Shawn Paris was also in this picture. His skull had been bashed in and his body was torn apart. Quickly shuffling the picture back into his pocket, the man with the weird hair looked around cautiously. "Why, did you show me that?" Greg said turning green. "Cause that is what happened to him when he didn't pay me the money he owed me!" He growled stand up fiercely. Greg throwing his hands back he got up and stumbled out of the bar.
"Dad," Drew said grabbing a hold of his hand, but when they touched Greg's body when right through Drew's. Looking dumbfounded Drew didn't care; he turned around and heard the man speak again. "You can't win Greg! Ill hunt you down and kill you and your skimpy little family!" The man roared, now getting attention from other people in the bar as well. Some of the girls stopped dancing and watched if fear as Greg kept his back to the crazy man. "Go to hell," Greg then muttered as he gave him the middle finger.
Drew's little eyes went wide in shock to see his father give anyone the middle finger. That was when he heard a click and Drew spun around to see the crazy man who was extremely drunk had whipped out a black and sliver gun! Drew screamed as everyone else in the bar did as well. "Dad get down!" Drew roared covering his hands over his head. "Bye bye Greg," The man laughed evilly as he fired, and with that Greg was dead.
"Nooooooo!" Drew screamed as tears streamed down his face as everything in the pub was spinning. And with that little Drew woke up in bed and was screaming at the top of his lungs.:. End of Nightmare .:.
Drakken had shaken his head and came out of the trance that he was in. He didn't realize it but he was in the middle of the woods. Running out of the woods and finding his way back home, he decide that it was best maybe if he headed home and did some work and see if his mother was alright...
Shego on the other hand found Mrs. Lipsky up in her room and she was looking through some old photo's she carried around. Shego saw that her door was cracked and felt that the old woman was lonely, so feeling in a happy mood... for once, Shego knocked on the door slightly. "Come in." Mrs. Lipsky said as Shego pushed open the door twisting her fingers because she was nervous. It was so scary; Drakken was a complete duplicate to his mother and his father... but at his age he had more of the same genes from his mother now then when he was a child.
"I was wondering if you needed anything." Shego asked politely. "Oh no dear I'm fine thank you." She said smiling. "What are you looking at?" Shego asked looking towards the ripped pictures that Abigail held in the hands. "Oh, just some old pictures of Drew when he was younger." Abby said as Shego sat down next to her.
Taking the first picture that Abby let her see, Shego laughed and smiled at the picture. The picture that she first saw was a picture of Drakken was he was a baby. He had a little bit of black hair, but didn't have teeth yet. He was giggling and looking up at the camera and waving his feet in the air. "He was such a cute baby boy." Abby said smiling and looking at the baby picture. "I can tell." Shego said dreamily.
The next picture that Shego saw was when Drakken was going to his first day of preschool. "Why dose he look so sad?" Shego asked flipping her hair behind her ears. "Oh," Abby laughed, "He didn't want to leave me, and the horses, but I told him it was only for a few hours and he would be home soon. But he never listened." Abby said laughing as Shego did the same. On Drakken's first day of Preschool, Drakken was wearing a black top with a skull on the front, and dark blue pants. (Yes, what he wore from the movie 'A Sitch in Time'). Looking through more pictures that Abby had in her wallet, Shego realized how nice she was. Shego then realized Dr. Drakken didn't get his short temperament and his anger from Abby at all; he must have gotten it from his mysterious father that he never spoke about.
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Drakken on the other hand was daydreaming as he walked Commodore Puddles, who was sniffing everything he saw in sight. Thinking back to when he was a little boy, he remembered getting very sick and having the bad dream that came true...
.:.Flashback-Little Drakken's nightmare.:. Little Drew stood at the front of a long dark ally way. It looked to be New York City... but at midnight. Looking all around but standing still he saw a sign above him that said 'The Sorcerer's Pub.' Walking over to a door that was the entrance he walked in slowly. Inside the pub it was dark and the air was filled with smoke. Drew coughed a bit from the smoke because he was not use to its taste in his mouth but he ignored it. No one in the dark frightening pub seemed to notice that a small boy was walking around curiously. Drew then suddenly slipped on some bear that was splashed on the ground by a very large drunk Irish man.
Falling flat on his little face, his black glasses flew across the floor and were almost stepped on. Luckily Drew got them before they were crushed by one of the waitresses. "What where you keep your drink." Drew said annoyed as he narrowed his eye brows to the big man, who just looked at Drew and laughed. "Aye and what is a lil lad like you going to do bout it?" He asked burping. 'Gross,' Drew then thought to himself as he rolled his eyes at the man and looked around some more.
Taking in every face that he saw in this dirty pub, he looked around a bit more. On the walls were long, touching the ground, Irish and American flags. To the back of the pub was a stage with lots of lights. A few show girls were dancing on it and some drunken men were cheering them on and throwing roses at them along with coins. 'Why am I here?' Drew wondered to himself as he looked around a little more.
"Dad!?" Drew then said out loud in a state of total shook. Sitting a few tables away from Drew who was standing sat his father, Greg Lipsky. Greg didn't look well at all and was sitting with some other men that Drew hadn't ever recognized. Greg's black hair was all messed up and he had dark circles under his eyes.
"So Greg, you got the lute or not?" A short slender man said who was sitting across from him. He had brown eyes and had red and black hair on top of his head. The man looked like he was involved with the mafia or involved with some gangsters. Greg looked at the man as if he was crazy and took a long swig of his 'Bulls' Bear and whipped his mouth with his sleeve. "Don't give me that look Gregory," The man growled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of another man and slide it across the table to Greg, who was totally drunk!
"Yeah," Greg hiccupped. "Who is he?" He then asked looking tired at the man with the red/black hair. "Shawn Paris, I'm working with him as well... apparently he and I didn't get along... no other words he didn't pay me on time and look what happened to him," The cruel man said and he pulled out another picture and held it up. Greg almost got sick on the floor when he saw the picture.
The young man named Shawn Paris was also in this picture. His skull had been bashed in and his body was torn apart. Quickly shuffling the picture back into his pocket, the man with the weird hair looked around cautiously. "Why, did you show me that?" Greg said turning green. "Cause that is what happened to him when he didn't pay me the money he owed me!" He growled stand up fiercely. Greg throwing his hands back he got up and stumbled out of the bar.
"Dad," Drew said grabbing a hold of his hand, but when they touched Greg's body when right through Drew's. Looking dumbfounded Drew didn't care; he turned around and heard the man speak again. "You can't win Greg! Ill hunt you down and kill you and your skimpy little family!" The man roared, now getting attention from other people in the bar as well. Some of the girls stopped dancing and watched if fear as Greg kept his back to the crazy man. "Go to hell," Greg then muttered as he gave him the middle finger.
Drew's little eyes went wide in shock to see his father give anyone the middle finger. That was when he heard a click and Drew spun around to see the crazy man who was extremely drunk had whipped out a black and sliver gun! Drew screamed as everyone else in the bar did as well. "Dad get down!" Drew roared covering his hands over his head. "Bye bye Greg," The man laughed evilly as he fired, and with that Greg was dead.
"Nooooooo!" Drew screamed as tears streamed down his face as everything in the pub was spinning. And with that little Drew woke up in bed and was screaming at the top of his lungs.:. End of Nightmare .:.
Drakken had shaken his head and came out of the trance that he was in. He didn't realize it but he was in the middle of the woods. Running out of the woods and finding his way back home, he decide that it was best maybe if he headed home and did some work and see if his mother was alright...