Yougo-Hugh Go

Chapter 3

By: The Incredible Werekitty

Kim Possible and related characters are copyrighted to Disney, and used in this work of fiction without permission. Fan fictions are funny that way. Hugh Go/Yougo, and Heather Go/DJ Hergo were created by The Incredible Werekitty, have not been described yet, but permission for use and a description may be obtained with a bribe of tuna for the kitty cat. Well, if you ask nicely, and promise to keep them true to my vision of them… Still the tuna would be appreciated: Preferably yellow-fin, grilled, and served on garlic noodles.

Have you ever noticed that Hego said that the comet was rainbow colored, but the only colors that were shown were red, green, blue, and purple? At least two colors are missing.

I would like to thank my entire list of favorite KP fanfic authors for helping to inspire this story. If you've read this far, then you can probably guess which authors are my faves. Either that, or you've peeked at my profile. I would also like to take the time to thank Abel DuSable who is a big a fan as I am, has amused me with KP musings, and inspired a scene or two. Please be on the look out for "The Full Ronnie", a very mature humor story that will either be posted by DuSable himself, or yours truly, since I helped with writing it. It will be a story chock full of racy dialog, double intendres and (oh my God) puns.

charizardag: I think they're going to find out, but not in the way you suggested.

From the interrogation areas of the Global Justice compound came a party of five. Two were dressed in orange jumpsuits emblazoned with "MDOC" across their backs. Two were dressed in turtlenecks and cargo pants. One was dressed in a blue jumpsuit. All were going to a conference room. The older woman in blue held the door open for the others, as the filed inside. Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Dr. Drakken, and Shego all sat down at a table that took up most of the room. Dr. Director strode over to a view screen that dominated one wall. The head of GJ tapped some keys on a computer terminal embedded in her side of the table, and brought up a picture of a very familiar looking mountain. In the foreground was a sign that said: "Secret Lair." The quartet exchanged quizzical looks, all knowing that that lair had been abandoned well before today.

"Our satellights picked up an unusual increase in activity after the rescue of Dr. Possible from this particular lair," Dr. Director. "It had been known that Dr. Drakken had moved his headquarters, yet again, but at the time, we did not know to where. It started quite quickly, and the one who took over this lair was able to break through Dr. Drakken's security with surprising speed. Soon after, the syntho-drones started roaming the countryside, killing any travelers they encountered." The images, though pixilated to mask the gory details, were still quite graphic.

"My pardon, Dr. Director, but I feel I must interject something, here," Drakken said, raising a hand. "I can not help but feel disgusted that my inventions had been turned into something so vile. I would never program anything to perform such gruesome acts."

"I believe you, Dr. Drakken," Dr. Director said nodding. "You have never shown any kind of psychosis aside from megalomania. The person behind this is quite obviously a psychopathic killer. Surveillance has also shown that he likes to get his hands dirty." The images showed a very unusual sight, at the director's prompting. Two drones were bringing a very frightened female prisoner to the lair. The door opened, revealing a very odd looking young man. His facial features reminded Kim of Mego, Shego's brother from Team Go. This man, however, was broader of shoulder, more muscular, and yellow. His skin was a pale shade, like lemon sherbet. His hair was a darker tone, more like gold. Then there were his eyes, which were such an intense shade of amber, they seemed to glow. If the man's unusual coloring was not enough to send the woman that had been captured into screaming hysterics, his clothing most certainly was. He wore what had been a white tee shirt, and a pair of jeans, but both were covered in bloodstains, old and new. The grin on the man's face was positively malicious, as he gestured for the syntho-drones to bring the prisoner inside.

"Oh no," Shego uttered, looking horrified. "It is Hugh."
"Who is Hugh?" Drakken asked, looking confused. "You said earlier that he was your cousin…"

"Yeah, he is. You know how Motor Ed is the black sheep of your family, Dr. D? Hugh is the black sheep of mine, and believe me, Eddie's an angel compared to Hugh."

"I believe you," Kim uttered, still shocked. "I'm guessing he was there when the comet hit, and got some kind of power, just like you and your brothers."

"Right in one, Kimmie," Shego said. "And he knows exactly how to misuse it."

"Whoa," Ron uttered. "That sounds seriously bad."

"It is," asserted Shego.

"I am assuming that Dr. Director wants us to infiltrate the lair, and apprehend Hugh," Kim observed. "Especially since we've had prior experience with both that lair and the syntho-drones."

"You assume correctly, Miss Possible," Dr. Director said with a nod. "You know how to stop the drones, and how to get into that lair. You are aware, however, you have to be extra careful? I have no doubt that the syntho-drones will kill you if they get the chance." The brown-haired woman looked justifiably concerned, as did Drakken and Shego. The two villains conferred for a few seconds, as Ron and Kim considered this particularly grave situation.

"Errrr… Dr. Director?" Drakken inquired. "Will Kimberly Anne, and Stoppable have any sort of back up? We have been, you could say, the best of foes for a while now, and I would not like to see her hurt by this psychopath."

"You know, that's a good question, Dr. D. I think I'd miss Kimmie and the buffoon if they weren't around," Shego added with a snarky grin.

"GJ agents will be in standby positions around the mountain, but we have not been able to tap into the lair's security cameras," Dr. Director said gravely. "Somehow Hugh has made the lair's computer system extremely hard to infiltrate."

"I could go," Shego observed. "I've covered Kimmie's back, before."

"If I could, I would allow you accompany Kim and Ron. I know it would have made me feel a lot better about they having to face an army of killer drones," Dr. Director said with a sad shake of her head. "But due to your convection, and current sentence, I can not."

The Global Justice transport dropped Kim and Ron off on the snowy slope of the mountain lair. They crept carefully around to the air duct, remembering all too well the last time they were there. It had been a trap, set by Drakken, with Kim's father as bait. The duo slipped in, carefully, padding through the lair, in the hope that they would not be spotted by the syntho-drones.

"This feels like the last time we were here," Kim muttered, as she stealthily made her way along the corridor filled with viewing windows. The very same window still had a hole in it from Dr. Drakken's last death ray.

"Trapish?" Ron queried, as he followed his girlfriend, looking warily around.

"Very," Possible replied.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a squad of drones pounced upon the teen heroes. They slashed and punched at the duo with lethal intent; quite a bit more vicious than the ones Drakken had programmed. Only Kim's agility and Ron's monkey Kung Fu skills kept them from being seriously harmed. The redhead whipped out her laser lipstick and her usual laser cutting tool in order to pop the syntho-drones' exterior skin. The cutting tool was tossed to Ron, so he would not be unarmed. Even with the assistance of the lasers, Kim and Ron were badly outnumbered, and the drones were steadily wearing them down.

Suddenly the drones stopped for about five seconds, apparently receiving new instructions. Kim and Ron looked at one another, uneasy with this new development, and wondered what was going to happen now. Then the drones started again, their tactics changed from before. No longer were they trying to kill Team Possible. Their punches were aimed at the hands wielding the laser implements, obviously trying to disarm them before capture. Several vicious swipes soon left Kim and Ron nursing bruised hands, and sent the lasers clattering to the corridor floor, a couple of stray blasts from the lipstick taking out three unwary syntho-drones.

"Get the feeling he knows we're here?" Ron asked, as a pair of drones roughly grabbed him. Kim only grunted, as she was roughly handled by another pair, and was hauled with her boyfriend, deeper into the lair.

The room they were taken to was all too familiar. Over on the far side were the broken remains of the "killer" death ray. In the center was the holographic communication device from which Drakken had taunted Kim, as she tried to rescue her father. The two manacled slabs were new, however, as were the blood stains that were splattered over parts of the lab. Whoever this Hugh was, he was not a very good housekeeper.

The syntho-drones locked them onto the slabs, making sure they were well secured, and facing one another, before they returned to their patrol. Kim and Ron wonder about this, as they looked around for their captor. From the far end of the room came the sound of clapping. The applause was slow, and sounded to Kim's ears, sarcastic.

"A most valiant attempt," uttered a deep, yet amused voice. "And yet, here you are. You did put up quite a fight, though." It was then they spotted Hugh, as he strolled over to them, his face set in a malevolent grin. "You tried so hard, I decided to deal with you two, myself, rather than allow some syntho-drone to have the pleasure."

"Okay, fine. You've caught us," Kim uttered defiantly. "Get the rant and death-trap over with, so we can finish this."

"Kim, Kim, Kim," Hugh said, cupping the teen hero's cheek, and smirking. "I thought you knew better than that. I'm not a villain."

"Then what are you?" Ron asked.

"A psychopath. I guess you could call me a psychic psychopath. You see, I already know all about the both of you, and I haven't even read Drakken's files," Hugh chuckled. Kim and Ron gulped, realizing that they may have gotten in over their heads with this one. "Kim, here, loves Cuddle Buddies. She also likes saving the world, cheerleading, pepperoni pizza, and her friends. She, deep down, likes the naco, but it was not something she would have admitted. Ron likes the whole Bueno Nacho menu, especially the naco, naked mole rats, Zombie Mayhem, Nakasumi Toys, and enjoys cooking."

"How… How do you know all that?" Kim asked, aghast.

"I read you, and Ron. It's my power, you see. Like my cousin, the one you know as 'Shego', I have a color based power that came from that accursed comet," Hugh explained. "I also know that your weakness is your love for one another. Such an interesting emotion, don't you think? When it's new, love is so raw and exciting. With you two, however, the rough edges are being smoothed and made easier by your long friendship. Love is a double-edged sword, in a way. It can be both the source of great strength, and a person's greatest weakness. Especially when one's family or the object of one's affections is in a particularly dangerous situation." Hugh started to walk away from his two prisoners, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"What are you going to do to us?" Kim asked, suddenly afraid for both Ron and herself.

"You will find out in just a bit, Kimberly," Hugh said, grinning over his shoulder at the worried teenager. "But first I have to get my… tools. It is so hard to do things properly without them."

I am so bad. But then the cliffhanger gives you something to look forward to, I believe. Now you've met Hugh Go, in person, so to speak. Scary, isn't he? Now that the move is finished, and we're settling into the new place, I should be able to work on Chapter 4 a bit more easily. Please review. I like to know what people think.