"How did you do that?" Shego growled, "You can't have done that."
"Anything's possible, for a Possible," Kim, circling around with her opponent, recited, "haven't you got that yet?"
"It was supposed to be possible only for you do die!"
"It wasn't what I felt like doing. However, they wanted to die."
"You killed them!" Shego's hands now burned a brighter flame.
Sparks jumped from hand to hand and electricity crackled up her
arm. She finally charged at Kim.
The ground was indeed hard, and it hit her face first. Kim hadn't
moved, hadn't reacted, but then dodged even later than should have
been feasible.
Now Kim relaxed. She dropped her fighting stance, and spoke sincerely to Shego.
"You feel the same way about yourself as they did," she said, "but with some kind of hope. What drives you, Shego?"
As a reply, Shego simply lunged at Kim again. Kim side-stepped her, and planted an elbow in her back, driving Shego to the ground. She twisted her around so that they were facing each other.
"What drove you? You don't want to be evil, I felt that. You're lost, like they were lost. Why do you beat yourself? Why do you want to die?"
Shego scowled. "You can't possibly know what's inside my head.
You can't possibly know what they were thinking."
She pushed Kim off of her violently and, jumping to her feet,
struck out with a flaming hand.
Kim caught Shego's hand in her own, and twisted around to press Shego against a wall, her other hand now stuck behind her back. "Yet somehow, I do." she said, pressing the fingers of her other hand against her foe's neck.
"If you know, then do it." replied Shego in a soft but angry voice.
The onlookers watched in horror as Kim, remembering the feeling of the power and drawing from her own pain gripping Shego's hand, willed a similar flame into the fingertips of her right hand. Pushing further into Shego's throat, they began to glow green. Shego lifted her head and closed her eyes, smiling eerily....
They were surprised again. Kim was tackled to the ground. As Shego sank to her knees and coughed up a little blood, Kim rose to all fours, and was lifted to kneel, her head raised back, a knife to her throat. She grimaced as her blood welled around the blade.
"I'm going to need her alive." growled Da Hand, standing Kim up against him.
Ron and Josh drew their swords simultaneously. Holding them prepared to skewer the man both, they stalked carefully the nightmare they shared.
"It would hardly take a slip to end her precious life," Len warned them, and then whispered something into Kim's ear.
She acknowledged this by stamping her heel into his foot, and then twisting out of his grip, she shoved him to the floor. Ron and Josh charged toward him, but he was on his feet again soon, sword at ready. The teens combined possessed not his swordsmanship, and he blocked Ron's swing and parried Josh's thrust right out of his hand. The short sword went flying into the ceiling. Ron prepared to fight him one to one, but Kim laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't risk it," she started, but her attention was caught by something else.
"Why didn't you finish it?!" yelled Shego, hands aflame again, approaching them. She was almost within striking distance of Josh, when Ron grabbed him and the three teens ran, Kim kicking Da Hand to the ground as they left. Shego ran after them.
"Let them go." croaked Da Hand, pushing himself to his knees. For what reason she knew not, Shego did. She stopped and walked back to Da Hand.
"So, who the hell are you?" she asked.
"Does it matter?" the reply came from Drakken, who, walking up to Da Hand's side, laid a hand on his shoulder. "Have you considered a life of villainy?" he asked the man.
"Have you considered this?" was Da Hand's reply as he stood. The cut was not so clean as he'd wanted but Drakken was just as dead. His lifeless body fell to the floor.
"I think it does matter." sighed Shego, looking down at Drakken's body. She looked up to where Da Hand should have been. She looked around. The only living thing she saw was DNAmy entering the room.
"Oh, Hunnybunny!" she exclaimed, running over to Drakken. "Never mind, we can fix this." A chiding tone, her hands on her hips.
"No, we can't." Shego stated, "He's dead."
"Yes we can, it's just a little re-animation...."
"You don't understand." replied Shego, kneeling down and placing a hand on his chest. A green flame shot down her arm, and Drakken's body burst into flame. "He's been blacklisted." she said, standing.
"Oh." said Amy. "I found these," she started again, "one's addressed to you." She handed Shego an envelope and bustled of, tearing her own.
Shego opened it, and read the note inside. Then she scrunched it up and set and burned it. "An evil heart gloats over the kill," she mumbled, apparently reciting, "I never did that...." A little louder, she asked the world, "Leonard James Da Hand? Lenny Da Hand? Isn't he dead?"
Author's notes:
Stay tuned for the next chapter, which includes a "shower scene" (G-rated. You're gonna have to wait to find out how).
Sorry to disillusion people with such a short and one sided battle scene. I had it planned like this for a while.
