BLUE WASTELAND
A Kim Possible Fan Fiction
Oddity
By Psychedelic Leviathan
(This show is not mine. Blah blah blah.
And the character Herman isn't either, he's from the Simpsons.)
a/n: Bleh. I'm not even to the halfway point in this monstrosity
and I'm already tired. Never the less I will have to forge ahead.
The episode today helped a
little. There's something about Junior's disco lair that really inspired me.
"GARAHHHHHHH!!!"
The steel was immovable, an
inhuman crushing force that blue fists suspended upon a man's neck.
"Drakken." Irv growled
at the man below him. "Put that shit up you fucking bitch."
"GARRRRAHHHHHH!!!"
Drakken
was able to budge it now as his motivation increased to superhuman levels. He
had not been able to move this almost literal ton of bricks at first, but now
as his chest burned and his triceps caught fire he
pushed the bulk, an inch, two inches, six...LOCK OUT...and he heard the plates
rattle deeply as he set them back onto the rack.
"Alrite!" Irv hollered
in pure joy. He extended his big hand to the gasping, dehydrated Drakken who then accepted it. Irv
pulled Drakken onto to his feet with one massive
yank, the force of which briefly shattered gravity's kung fu death grip. "Alrite motherfucker! My man!
Good shit! Good shit!"
"No pain, no gain." Drakken said with a strange gym
mysticism. "How much did you put on that?"
"That's two hundred fifty
pounds dawg." Irv said
poking the bar that Drakken had forced upward.
"Is that good?"
"Around here it's entry
level." Irv ruminated while watching one of the
inmates of Hell's Gym riding his bike around on the exercise floor, the gym
owner running after him furiously. "But for average stick boy people
that's pretty good."
"Do you want it now?"
"Yeah dawg. Just put on some more weight."
"How
much yo?"
"Four hundred five
pounds should be good. And don't say Yo, your an
initiate into our gang, you haven't earned the right yet. Y'all understand what
I'm saying?"
"No yo?
But I trashed that robot bee-atch with you?"
Irv
thought about it. "Okay you can Yo. But you got
to use it in moderation. Your a brutha,
but not a RIGHTEOUS brutha if you understand what I'm
saying?"
Drakken
nodded slowly. But he kind of didn't understand what he was saying. Irv never talked in ghetto speak when they were alone, but
inside the gym and around these mountainous Neanderthals he would do a metaphorise before his eyes.
They had this whole homeboy thing going on that Drakken
thought was kind of stupid, though he did greatly enjoy using the lingo of the
hood.
Drakken
listened to the deep throated rattle of the groups of 45 pound plates as the
man below him pushed the equivalent of six or seven blocks of cement against
Earth's gravitational pull. He gazed up at the muscle chapel's grand photo of
Arnold Schwarzennegger, the God of beefcake. He
imagined that photo with his face atop it instead of the Austrian's. In his
mind and in the power of the pump he felt and saw himself growing to enormous
proportions. His mind made him swell and wax supreme amongst living things. He
would be rex mundi, king of
the world.
Drakken
saw himself grow larger then all men, his body swelling out to increasingly
monolithic proportions. A nightmare amongst human beings as he now was
literally seeing himself walking over buildings and stepping on cars.
The people below him screamed
as Drakken approached. He was now Drakzilla,
his blue feet as big as a small lake. He watched the small humans run in fear
of the end of the world as he swatted away an annoying helicopter and chuckled
with a laugh that reverberated throughout the frightened air. The ground shook
beneath his feet as he took his casual stroll across the metropolis. He picked
up a train and the people inside screamed "MY GOD!" as his huge face
looked in on them. Annoyed with the train he threw it aside to the sound of a
satisfying explosion.
The air around him burst into
flames as he was struck by a cluster of missiles. He saw instantly that air
planes were coming in at him, letting fire with heat seeking death rockets and
rapid firing gattling guns. On the ground below he
saw a group of tanks approaching them. The army vehicles opened fire upon Drakken, their heavy Armour
penetrating shells exploding against his invulnerable blue skin. Drakken roared in a primordial death howl that shattered
the air, then he unchained his wrath upon the armed
folly of men.
Drakken
sucked in great quantities of air with an exaggerated fist clenched effort.
Then his face turned brutal again and he spat out a ravening atomic fire that
danced and sung as it vaporized the tanks and caused a number of buildings to
explode and catch fire. Drakken then turned his
attention upward and backhanded one of the jet planes as it flew in towards
him, causing the aircraft to be destroyed and knocked out of the air. As the
other planes began to retreat he blasted them away with his blue hued atomic
breath.
Drakken
then began randomly wrecking things, using his great fists to punch through the
glass walls of office buildings and stepping on cars. He saw a row of gas tanks
and opened up with the blue flame again, causing them to ignite and then
detonate in a horror show chain reaction. Drakken
then roared with pride again.
"CITY!
YOU THINK YOUR BUILDINGS ARE ALL THAT...BUT THEY'RE NOT!" He declared as
he began to randomly knock down more of the varied follies of men.
Drakken
then saw a familiar figure among the fleeing crowds. Making individual
recognition of the humans was a difficult task but the pale skin and the green
outfit were unmistakable. It was clearly Shego, who
was looking up at him in terror. They had moved near this nameless big city's
ocean coastline now, Shego was trying to make a
getaway towards some ships that were anchored out in the harbor. They were
going someplace far, far away from this madness. But Drakken
didn't want to let her get away. She had wounded him while she was more
powerful then he was, now he would get payback.
"AH
HA!" Drakken yelled. "REJECT ME WILL
YOU!? REJECT THIS!"
Drakken
began to chase Shego. The raven haired vixen running
and jumping to try to get away from him, but it was no use with the difference
in the length of their legs. Drakken grabbed Shego and then picked her up in his hand.
"AHHHHHH!"
She shrieked as he raised her upward in his hands.
Drakken
was then drilled by some kind of explosive shell that staggered him with sheer
force and caused him to nearly drop Shego. He growled
and looked in the direction of the offense and then saw that a warship of great
size and power was sailing into position to attack him. Drakken
snarled and then began to make his way out to see, but not before he took some
metal from one of the buildings he'd wrecked and wrapped it around Shego in order to keep her from being to go anywhere.
Trapped by the force of hundreds of pounds of steel she was immobilized, which
would allow Drakken to focus his wrath upon this
accursed water enemy, which was now lobbing a volley of heavy artillery shells
in his direction.
Drakken
was hit by the fire and vanished in a cloud of smoke,
a cheer began to rise from the refugees trying to escape via boat.
But such cheering was short
lived as the blue giant emerged from the smoke of the explosions and roared in
pain and hate. He was waist deep in ocean water now, so he lowered his head and
dived under the waves. Drakken began swimming quickly
towards the ship. Then like some kind of mutant Jaws he rose from under it's hull and drove himself straight upward into the ships steel
hide.
A series of explosions crippled
the ship as he punctured various engines and it began to take on water. Drakken then came up for air and watched the warship begin
to sink from the gaping hole he had busted into it. He smiled again and the
people despaired as the vessel began to vanish beneath the waves. Now there was
no one left to stop Drakken.
Drakken
went underwater again and began to swim towards land. He emerged from the sea
and picked up Shego again, then
after he freed her from the metal prison he put her back in his behemoth hands.
Drakken then began to make his way in the direction
of the city. But what to with Shego?
She had betrayed him, she had mocked him. But he was now Drakzilla,
four hundred feet of blue radioactive fury.
His delirious dream knew what
the answer was. He saw before him a massively tall building, so high in height
that it's manufactured peak pierced the very clouds
and touched the face of God. He took his free hand and with it and his huge feet
began to climb upward.
He reached the
submit and held on with feet and on hand. He waved the captured and
shivering girl around in the free hand as he looked down upon the conquered
city. He roared in sweet victory.
Drakzilla
heard a voice. "YO!" It boomed.
The monster looked about in
confusion. It saw nothing.
"YO! DUDE!"
The voice repeated.
Things began to break up, to
become less coherent.
"YO! MOTHERFUCKER I'M
TALKING TO YOU!"
Drakken
was once again a man and he saw that Irv had the
weight stuck immovably on his chest. Drakken's face
began shocked and he immediately went down to grasp the weight, with great
assistance from Drakken the hulking Irving
was able to re rack the 400 some pounds of steel. Drakken
was a bit fearful as the big man began to suck in air.
"Dude..." He began.
Drakken
received a single but vicious punch to midsection that doubled him up from the
impact force and caused him to stagger backwards like the battleship's cannons
in his omnipotent daydream. "FUCKER!" Irv growled. "YOU COULDA KILLED ME FUCKER! Don't be
having your weird daydreams in the middle of BUSINESS man! FUCKING
A!"
"Sorry."
"Don't sorry me...just
don't fuck off like that again! Seriously! Use your head mad genius guy."
"Jesus Christ man." Drakken stated with a sort of exasperation. "How much
more of this do you want to do anyways?"
"I think I'm done. That's
the most I can bench. We need to go and check the TV for updates on the war dawg."
"Aren't we loosing
it?"
The towering bodybuilder grew
somewhat serious. "Yeah. Shegos
getting pretty close. The government may be close to collapsing any time now.
Come on, I know where we gotta go now."
Drakken
began to wipe himself down with his towel and they headed out of the door. The
place was strangely empty today, with none of the usual fist fights or violent
chanting. Drakken wasn't too sure where the muscular
inmates of the abyss where at present, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
Any kind of activity that could seduce these steroid chugging freaks out of
their beloved weight room even for a few hours had to be incredibly unwholesome
indeed, something that even the former villain wasn't sure he wanted any part
of.
Drakken
and Irv walked out into the fierce sunlight. The
oppressive heat that accompanied life amidst the sands was now returning.
"Goddamn sun." Irv swore bitterly as the light battered his huge body.
"I know." Drakken growled. "Its that
global warming. Anyone who doesn't believe in that should be punished. Brutally and violently."
Drakken's
strange friend led him to his car, the interior of which was hotter then the
depths of Hell. Drakken moaned in misery as the
hostile air assailed him. He heard the ignition to the car being turned into
place and the vehicle started.
The windows were rolled down
and refreshing wonderful air rushed over Drakken's
face. Irv nodded in non verbal agreement then said. "Cruising on an inferno type of day. Its
a great thing."
"Where are we going?"
"To meet
up with the damned."
"The freaks from HELL'S
GYM?"
"Some of them. But
these are another group of freaks, paranoid anti government militia freaks for
the most part. They told me something important was about to happen, so I
believed them."
"When did this
happen?"
"While you were passed out
after our parallel squats. They cell phone messaged me."
"Militia freaks use cell
phones now a days? I thought they were all into the
whole death of technology stupidity."
"Unfortunately yes. Their everywhere these days. Kind of sucks, I missed the
olden days in which no one knew where the hell I was. But you must keep up with
the time and place you dwell in."
They drove out to ranch where a
number of strange looking men were gathering. Many of them were armed and
wearing camouflage clothing, but they were also dressed in punk clothes or the
weird black and skull adorned costumes that Raider fans would wear to the
Oakland Coliseum. A few others were walking around stark naked save for ammo
belts and combat boots, their disgusting flabby skin burning in the solar wrath
of the sun god. A couple of the gun tooting nut jobs were muscle heads that Drakken recognized from HELL'S GYM, a few of whom nodded
grimly at him in recognition of the blue man.
"That's the leader of
these fruitcakes." Irv whispered to Drakken as a grim looking one armed man ascended a podium
in front of them. He wore a scowl and his shirt was adorned with various old
military medals. Whether or not he had won them himself was debatable, as many
of them were from wars he could not have possible fought in due to time. Drakken thought he recognized the Iron Cross among them. he "His names Herman." Irv
stated. "He's kind of out there."
"He loose
his arm in Vietnam?"
"No. From what I
understand it was a freak field trip accident from his childhood. Now shut up
and listen to him."
The one armed man spoke up.
"Is there anyone here does not know WHY it is we have assembled
here?"
There were some murmurs of
assent from the heavily armed crowd.
"As of today the rule of
law within this country IS OVER!"
There were cheers from the men.
Several of them fired upward into the air, wounding clouds with high
penetration rounds.
"Yeah man!" One
hollered.
"ANARCHY!"
Another whooped.
"DAMN THE MAN!" A
third added.
Herman gestured with his non
severed arm for them to immediately stop in what they were saying and they
obeyed him without question. "BECAUSE AS OF TODAY...THE
ENEMY HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF AMERICA!"
There was silence.
"SHEGO HAS WON! THE
GOVERNMENT HAS SURRENDERED EFFECTIVE OF THIS MORNING." He pointed to a
small, impish looking man next to him. "MANSERVANT!
BRING FORTH THE TV FROM HELL! WE SHALL SHOW THESE PEOPLE THE ANNOUNCEMENT THAT
WAS PLAYED ON THE LIBERAL MEDIA TODAY! THE GOVERNMENT HAS FALLEN!"
The impish creature shambled
off for a few minutes and soon returned dragging a large television set on
wheels. Drakken half expected that warped little man
with the blinding eyes to start fondling the TV and whispering "My
precious..." to it in a brooding and odd voice of evil.
"MANSERVANT!"
Herman ordered. "YOU WILL PRESENT THE TV FROM HELL FOR INSPECTION!"
"It is ready master."
The four and a half foot creature hissed. "Ready for
display." His voice was just as frightening as Drakken
had imagined it to be, not too much unlike that annoying creature from Lord of
the Rings that Drakken had mentally compared him too.
"THEN PLAY THE TELEVISION
MESSAGE! DO IT MANSERVANT!" The strange one armed man with the German war
medals ordered violently.
"Yes my master." The
imp hissed.
The television scream then
begin to depict horror and chaos as it relayed images of Washington
D.C. in flaming ruins. A number of the
green wearing super thugs were standing victorious among the wreckage. The
camera then began to zoom towards a familiar figure standing on top of the
Capitol steps.
Drakken
felt run through his expanded frame as he saw the sight that he feared for so
long.
"Yes that's right."
The pale skinned woman laughed and tossed her hair arrogantly as she spoke to a
reporter who had been allowed to see her to relay the news back to the people.
"I did it. I took over the world. And I did it the first time, unlike some
people I used to know. Now that I am in charge my first decree will be to build
a big statue of me...right there where that fat guy is standing. NOW GET
STARTED!"
"Anything else you'd like
to add Shego?" The reporter asked.
"Nothing yet, but the new
division of slave labor will be drafted soon. So to tell
these fools to get ready to toil. Toil for my immortal beauty and
greatness."
The transmission ended after
that as Herman ordered his manservant to turn off the TV from Hell. Many of
those present were pretty shocked...and fairly pissed off.
"Fuck that shit!" One
growled.
"Yeah!"
Another added. "I'm not a slave!"
"KILL THE BITCH!" One
yelled.
Herman waved his arm in order
to get his minions to calm down a bit. "I AM GLAD YOU FEEL THIS WAY MY RED
BLOODED AMERICAN FRIENDS. BUT WE NEED MORE THEN HATEFUL SPEECH IN ORDER TO
DETHRONE THE QUEEN! WE WEAPONS! WE NEED MUSCLES! WE NEED PLANNING! WE NEED SOME
KIND OF EDGE!"
"A death
ray!"
"A nuclear
firecracker!"
"Unthaw Captain
Freedom from his Area 51 ice chamber!"
Herman spoke again.
"FRIENDS THOSE ARE ALL FINE IDEAS...BUT WE NEED ONE THAT WORKS! AND ALL
THE I CAN SAY FOR RIGHT NOW IS THAT WE ORGANIZE AGAINST THE NEW QUEEN..."
Drakken
began to go cold, not even listening to the one armed maniac or his disturbing
man servant. He could only think of Shego, covered in
blood and wearing her imperial cape atop what was the American capital. She had
done it. It had been his dream for so long and she had without any of his
failure or struggle somehow come from nowhere and lived it. He nashed his teeth together in his blue face.
Shego
had stolen his dream!
This was a crime of the highest
nature. Was he not pre destined to be the supreme ruler of the weak and
pathetic human animal kingdom? It had been fated! He was to be king not her!
She had pirated some aspect of his warped soul.
Drakken
then vowed before whatever gods lived and breathed that Shego
would be pay with her blood for this. If Drakken
could not have supreme control over everything then no one would!
