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Chapter 2- A Girl Named Selene
"Selene!" Tight and choked, it was practically a scream. Kim realized it was Shego. "Stop it! Stop it, now!!" It had escalated into a hysterical scream, and Kim half-expected to turn and see her in tears. However, fear had frozen her into place, and all she could do was watch in horror as the huge wolf-human above her paused in confusion. Grumbling low and deep in its throat, it looked in the direction of a near-hysterical Shego, lowered the upraised paw, and backed up slowly.
Instincts kicking in again, she scrambled to her feet, instantly ready for an attack. However, Kim discovered her precautions were unneeded. The wolf-creature had retreated to a shadowed corner, and Shego still stood in between them with the most disheveled look possible. Now she knew how those deer in the headlights felt, and she didn't like it one bit. Shivers coursed through her body a second or two before her sight fixed on Shego. For once the woman was at a lack of words… and had lost all self-consciousness.
Forgetting the beast only abruptly, Kim used the surprise that all parties had felt to overtake her, using very little effort to bring the green demoness down on her back.
Shego, still very distraught over the whole situation, took no notice as she was literally tackled to the ground. When the stars dancing in her field of vision cleared and the throbbing in her head wasn't nearly so painful, she found herself staring into a beautiful face framed with red hair, intense green eyes locked on her own. The cheerleader was so close she could smell her flowery shampoo that still hung around her. Her head was still spinning, and the light fragrance worsened it. Closing her eyes as if to will the pain away, she grimaced. No longer had she made a face than the weight on top of her was suddenly gone, and she was left alone to the throbbing in the base of her skull.
Kim instinctually kicked out, catching her attacker in the side and sending them flying off to one side. Finding her feet almost instantly, she found her jaw hit the floor as the girl staggered into a standing position. It was the girl Shego had been sparring with earlier (the one that had disappeared), although she could have sworn it was Shego. Actually, she did think it was her… except Shego had considerably longer hair, and would never lower herself to barely-there jeans and a tank top, and, second, this girl was very young … possibly younger than Kim.
But the look on her face was unmistakable, and her bright green eyes burned with such hateful intensity, Kim felt their heat trying to burn through her soul. This girl, so close in resemblance to Shego, had an angry snarl obviously displayed on her face; a face that was beautiful even through the smudged dirt and blood on one cheek. When the young woman started towards her, Kim was very wary and anticipating an attack. Again, her precautions were unnecessary. As soon as the girl had edged past her, she was instantly at Shego's side.
Of course, even if someone had told her before she'd even heard it, she didn't know if she'd be able to believe it, or if she could have stopped the prominent shock that made her jaw drop. Heck, she almost thought she was having a heart attack when her heart skipped several beats, then continued to thud in her chest like a hammer.
Touching the cheek of her fallen comrade with a gentle touch and muttering something that was indecipherable, the girl stroked back the ebony hair from around the pain-stricken face and made her own face of mortal worry. She moved her arm around Shego's head carefully, and brought one hand away with blood slick between her fingers.
Shego gave a whimper of pain at the touch, and grimaced hard as her nerves sang the horrific melody of a wound. It was probably a small gash begotten of a rock on the dirt floor, but any head wound was painful and bled considerably.
The girl, panicked at this turn of events, forgot to hold her tongue as she'd been instructed earlier. "Mom? Are you okay? Mom??"
If it hadn't been some-what expected, Kim new she'd have reacted several times as stupid. It had been obvious they were related, and had wondered briefly of the maternal part of the relation, but really hadn't considered it in all its truth. After a brief moment of open-jawed surprise and an unsteadily beating heart, she drew her wits about her consciously.
So, Shego had a daughter. Or, so that seemed to be the case. But it didn't make much sense: this girl looked about her own age (sixteen or so), but Shego looked no older than twenty-five. There was only a ten-year-ish difference between them, which seemed wrong. Shego quite possibly could have adopted… but why hadn't she seen this girl since tonight? And where had that filthy mutt gotten to?
It seemed she was gaining more questions than answers tonight. Not something she was very fond of. But there was one question that was answered as the girl hefted the dead-weight of her mother into her arms. Her short hair, roughly cropped and layered, parted briefly to show a nasty scar along her neck that trailed down her chest into her shirt; just like the wolf-creature.
Whoever –whatever- this girl was, her youth and size belied a strength to match a grizzly's. Slipping one arm under her head, and another arm under her knees, she was able to pick the woman up with very little worry of dropping her.
Shego was only vaguely aware of being moved. Her entire body hurt too much to sort out the thousands of messages her brain was receiving from the highway of nerves at the back of her head where it'd been gashed. When she had opened her eyes, Kim was standing bewildered, and Selene was practically supporting her entire weight.
Somewhere through the red haze she heard Selene say something that struck a painful chord in her chest. "I'm taking you back home." Home? But home meant Drakken… meant being yelled at for leaving… meant questions… meant Selene would be found out. No, not home.
She tried protesting, but found her mouth didn't want to coordinate with her thoughts. All that came out was gibberish, and a pathetic whine. Too weak and in pain to flush in embarrassment, she was at least thankful for that.
Selene took the double weight in her arms with a grunt, and stood with defiance in her green eyes. She cradled her mom gently, holding her close, ready to protect her treasure at any given moment. The red-head was giving her this confused, awed look, so Selene knew she wouldn't be a problem. She turned and stormed out of the warehouse, leaving the girl alone.
Kim watched these strange events transpire in front of her eyes, being able to do nothing but stand and stare with a strangely detached feeling of confusion. Whatever had just happened, it had happened quickly and without much explanation.
After Selene had carefully picked up and cradled Shego and left, unintimidated by the red-head, Kim stood alone and perplexed in the now-empty warehouse. Ron and Wade… they were gonna freak.
Shego had a daughter. The thought kindled some weird sort of fascination in her mind. Mostly about the girl. Questions pertaining to how and why, who and what.
"Hey, Wade," finally pulled out of shock, she beeped Wade on the Kimmunicator. "I think we've got a big problem…"
The terrain around the warehouse was mostly wooded, and so dark the ground was hard to see. Well, it would have been if she'd been like everyone else… but she wasn't. The night hid no secrets in her eyes as she scrambled over roots and tangled vines.
Shifting her baggage to her shoulder, she was able to climb more efficiently on all fours. Something cut into the palm of her right hand, and she pulled back with a snarl. The rodent lumbered off, unphased, into the night.
Porcupine. Just figures, she thought tartly. Biting each quill in turn with her back teeth, she managed to yank the three needle-sharp projectiles from her hand. Growling and cursing to high heaven, she licked at the blood in hopes to clot it and get out anything that might infect the wounds.
Whoever said there was no bad luck didn't know what he was talking about. He hadn't grown up in the middle of nowhere not knowing his parents… or even the love of another being. He hadn't had to kill to survive. He hadn't run into an angry mother bear accidentally. And he surely hadn't been wounded enough to loose count of the scars that criss-crossed her tiny frame.
It would sting like nothing else for several days, but it would be healed over by the end of the week. She thanked God she could heal a little faster than the normal human being, it made things so much easier.
Growling under her breath and swearing at her sudden bad luck, she continued on with extra caution. She had been so preoccupied she hadn't caught the scent of this creature, and she'd paid the price for it.
** BTW- I'm sorry it's semi-short and cruddy. Brain cells have been stolen from me…. bad band, bad!! **