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Violence Disclaimer: Mostly standard KP violence, but there are a few bloody scenes....
Language Disclaimer: Being a fan of NO cursing, there will be none of this.
Sex Disclaimer: Nope.
Thanks to: Spooky-Angel and R2K2J for sending in the reviews of the first one. Much love! This is my first fanfic, so… I wasn't too sure about continuing the story. Thanks for the inspiration, though!! ^_^
Chapter 1- Trouble
Slipping on a pair of night-vision binoculars that, strangely, doubled for sunglasses (at night?!), Kim surveyed the warehouse from her side with a grim determination that wasn't often apparent in her character. Sitting quietly on the sturdy length of a tree limb, Kim had a pretty good angle of vision from her perch.
Tapping the side of the glasses with gentle fingertips, the screen in front of her eyes fuzzed out of focus and then sharpened, using heat-vision instead. Not much better, given the warehouse was metal and wood and was still radiating warmth into the night. Not a whole lot, but it was just enough to interfere with her screen.
She spotted Shego right away (even with the warehouse interference), even though it was mostly skin heat and such. She'd know that woman anywhere. But there was something very strange about the whole scenario, and the fact that there was another entity in the building was half the problem; the other half being Shego sparring (or so she guessed in the way the movements were slower) the other person.
Twisting back, her adversary was able to knock the unidentified person to the ground. In an instant, Shego was at the person's side, helping them up, and repositioning them for another move. A tutoring lesson –or so it would seem- in the art of fighting. What better teacher to have than Shego?
Kim watched for a few minutes, calculating everything; angles, possible weapons and defenses, whether she would have to take both or not, and, if so, what she would do. They continued to spar a while longer, and Shego's opponent seemed to get better with each blow received and given. Finally, as fate would have it, they managed to get through Shego's wall of defense and knocked her to the floor.
Whoever it was, it wasn't Drakken (who was, she noticed, no where to be found). So who could it be? Not Junior again, this figure was too slight. Another consort? Possibly.
Taking them off and putting them back inside of the backpack she often wore, she hopped off the limb and landing softly on her feet, one hand touching the ground for added balance.
"Let's see what you're up to." She muttered to herself, taking off for the closest open window. Using her grappling hook, she made it in undetected, dropping silently behind crate after crate of left over junk.
"All right, this time throw higher." There was a pause, followed by a dull thud. "Good!" Shego was praising this student excessively, almost so much she was nearly out of regular character. "That was perfect! Now, try even higher, and when I block, come back around with that kick I showed you earlier." Again, there were a series of thuds that ended with an 'oof.'
"Keep up your right guard on that one and I wouldn't have gotten you. Now, let's try this again." The two started executing several blows, and this time it kept going. Peeking over the top of the crates, Kim was able to catch a glance of Shego and a young woman in heavy combat. But the way they moved looked more like a graceful dance than a fight.
To her dissatisfaction the girl was a fair match for Shego, and get in a good amount of hits. Shego was working at this, it was visible, and she seemed to be getting slower. Finally the girl took the chance to take her out with a low kick to the side of her legs.
Hitting the ground, Shego's chest heaved to catch her lost breath. "Very good," she replied in between gasps, "lots of improvement since last week. Here, I brought you some things." Finding her feet with a little help from the young girl, she crossed the expanse to rummage through a corduroy bag. Bringing out the knives she taken right under Kim's nose, she tossed one across the room.
Picking it out of the air, the girl surveyed the first, and then grabbed the second without looking. Running her fingers of the blade and then the hilt, she grinned. A disturbing smile that was more menacing than happy, it closely resembled an angry dog.
"They're perfect. Even the balance," she rested her finger in the middle, showing the even balance, "is near-perfect. Mind if I test-drive them?" She gave the older woman a side-long glance, then, having got the go-ahead, she started spinning them, cutting the air with precision slashes. Flipping them in the air and catching them by the tips of the blade, she grinned. "You shouldn't have."
Kim, thoroughly confused by now, decided she needed to get her ducks back into a row.
Sinking back below the crates, she knew now was as good a time as any. Readying herself mentally, she checked all her gadgets and then scurried around the scattered crates.
Eying Shego, she realized the young girl was gone. No time for that now, though, she had all ready put herself out in the open. No matter.
Using a few of her signature cheerleader moves, she placed herself a few feet outside of Shego's reach and grinned.
"Back for more, Kimmie?" Shego teased mockingly, taking her stance just as quick.
"Of beating you? Yea."
Before either could think, they found themselves locked in battle, blocking and striking with an ease that only came about after having the training beaten into you time and again. Spinning, Kim deflected a potentially threatening blow and struck out with her own foot to catch Shego in the stomach. The pause in between gave her enough time to deal a roundhouse, sending the woman staggering backwards to regain her balance. Kim made to get her down further with a short, powerful blow to the back of the skull, but something stopped her.
Her blow hit hard flesh with a dull thud, embedding her fist in warm, soft fur. An instant later she lay in a painful heap under the opposite wall. Clenching her molars together and wrapping an arm around her midriff, Kim tried to subdue the fiery pain.
The pain in her own skull was amplified several times as a bellow of thunder –or perhaps it was radio static- reverberated through the warehouse like a shockwave. Someone –something- grabbed her roughly around the waist and sent her sprawling very close to where Shego now stood. There was no time to react as the ground shook with monstrous footsteps. Her brain now refused to function fast enough, and her heart beat with an abnormal intensity.
If Shego was still standing in front of here, watching with a slack jaw and wide eyes, who –or, rather, what- had a hold of her?
She got her answer soon enough.
The creature of nightmare barreled upon her from what seemed like the Nether-regions of a dream-world; black fur, ivory claws, supple muscle and all. She could feel her heart lurch in her chest, working its way into her throat in attempts to hide. Her skin crawled as Death stampeded towards her.
Now it stood above her, seemingly human and wolf. Deep green eyes burned against raven-hued fur, and teeth the size of her fingers snarled down at her. The fluorescent lighting gleamed blue off the fur, highlighting a terrible scar on the creature's neck.
Kim attempted to scream, but the sound caught inside of her throat the instant a paw the size of her own head decorated in sharp scythe-shaped claws rose, poised above her in the unmistakable position of an inevitable slash.
Somewhere behind her there was a strangled cry –Shego's most likely. This is it, she thought grimly, it all ends here and now. I'm sorry Ron, Rufus, Wade… Mom, Dad… Tweebs. Wish I could've told you I loved all of you. She tried to prepare herself for that final moment, that moment all worries and joys would be released, but one can never really prepare one's self for death.