In recent News the Writer Known as Wolf Man has been found. At his press Conference he said that 'he wishes to thank everyone who has been reading his story and hasn't forgotten about him.'

Yes I'm Back! –Weak applause- Oh well I guess I deserve that for not updating in a month. But being president of the Junior Class for Spirit Week and Home Coming proved intense. I was only getting like 3 hours of sleep while I schlepped things together and coached our girl's football team for powder puff against the seniors. But I digress. So things should be running more smoothly and updates more occurring, as I am injured and out for the season in football and basically my schedule is now infinitely open. So back to our story! Read and Review!

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Part II

Chapter VIII

Life Forgot

Light pierced his eyelids like a thousand daggers. Grunting he rolled onto his side and slowly his eyes began to open trying to adjust the brightness of yet another day's sun. A quick glance at the clock showed it quarter after nine, he groaned as he sat up slowly and stared blankly at the wall. The phone rang, he already knew who it was but answered anyway.

"Hello" he said in a raspy voice.

"Mr. Lipsky, you're not on time to work yet again, we cannot afford your gross negligence within our corporation. I must regretfully inform you that your position here has been terminated. Have a good day." Said the high pitched voice as it then cut off, leaving the man to sigh and reach down to his feet. From the foot of the bed he unearthed a bottle of bourbon. He lifted it to his lips and drank tilting his head back to empty the bottle.

Wiping his hand across his face and standing up from the bed, he walked into the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror catching his eye he turned to face his visage. The person whom he faced was gaunt and pale, dark bags clung under each eye as strands of hair hung loosely from his once cropped locks. He sighed looking at this stranger before him, a mere shadow of former greatness.

His eyes wandered to a ratty picture taped to the bottom the mirror. The woman in the picture stared strait back at him her emerald eyes filled with fire and her smile menacing as she peered through long raven hair. A tear slid down his cheek as he ran a finger down her cheek, remembering the day he had taken that picture. He smiled thinking of her and all the past memories they had had. He turned unwilling to bear the sight her eyes burning into his soul anymore.

He stumbled back to his bed the tears flowing freely from his eyes and cried. Thoughts fought for acknowledgment in his mind each striving to bring an end to his self pity. Stop crying he told himself. You left her so she could be better off, you did the right thing, I'm sure she's happy now and you should be happy for her. He stopped sobbing and mumbled "You're right she wouldn't want me to be the pitiful excuse for a human being I used to be. I forsook my past life so she would be happy. I should now live a life worth living to remember her."

Exactly. His conscious agreed.

He sat up and looked around the apartment he had been living in for the past few months and recoiled in disgust at his past self.

"This will not do, not at all!" He said to himself.

He began to tidy up the whole room that served as his habitation and thought about the future. Hmm… what to do? A mad scientist out of a job and without a dime. If I remember correctly a few over in the patent office owe me some favors… He smiled a true smile for the first time in months and reached for the phone realizing his future was only a call away.

"Hello?" A raspy voice answered.

"Johansson! It's me Drew!" Drew Lipsky replied.

"Dr. Lipsky? Is that really you? It's been ages. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" Johansson asked.

"Johansson, do you still have all those old patents?" Inquired Drakken.

"The old patents from the 80's Drew? Yes I have those. Why?"

"I'm in a spot of financial trouble and need you to sell those to the highest corporate bidder for stock shares."

"Okay… Not a problem Drew." Johansson answered.

"Good. That's what I like to hear. Oh, and Johansson?"

"Yes?"

"Keep fifty percent of the profit"

"Why thank you Dr. Lipsky."

"Not a problem. Adieu Johansson."

Drakken hung up the phone. A ghost of a smile played along the corners of his lips. A few weeks He thought A few weeks, and I'll be back to my old games. His eyes darted to the picture on the mirror. Couldn't have done it without you. He then closed his eyes and drifted into an uneasy slumber

Drakken awoke to the sound of bells in his ears and mumbled, "But Shego I don't want to go to school today. I want to stay home and bake cookies with you…huh…what? Phone!" he reached over and picked up the receiver and growled a "Hello".

"Dr. Lipsky?" A familiar voice replied.

"Johansson! What news?" Drakken asked eagerly. All fatigue drained from his body.

"For over 350 Million dollars in stocks in Z-Corp enterprises and 100 million in Nanosoft. Congratulations Dr. Lipsky but you're a millionaire. Your economic troubles are over!"

Drakken whooped with glee! "Johansson. I love you! He shouted.

"Why Dr. Lipsky I never knew… but well…"

"In a platonic way Johansson." Drakken corrected.

"Oh."

"Thanks for the good news though my friend."

"No problem Dr. Lipsky. Have a good day."

Drakken heard the metallic –click- of the phone hanging up and jumped in the air. He dropped to the floor and dug underneath his bed. From the depth of darkness he pulled out a chrome laptop, one of the few remaining items of his past life and popped it open. He praised the fortune of wireless internet and booted up. He searched the stocks of both corporations and saw that they skyrocketed in the past 20 minutes. He chucked realizing he was now the majority stock holder in each corporation.

"Pauper to prince in a day! The gods truly favor the bold!" He shouted.

Time to move into a place worthy of a prince now.

"Oh you are correct my friend" He responded to his conscious.

Picking up his laptop and his wallet Drew Lipsky left his apartment to claim his fortune his day finally seeming to grow brighter.

Mediocrity I know. It's depressing. After such a good beginning too. Oh I changed it up because I felt too bad for Drakken I mean after all he's been through and getting fired from his 'new' job. I thought he should rise up anew! Like A phoenix of the times of old! So that's why the dramatic change. Next Chapter should be Shego and maybe a little Drakken. Explains what's happened with him in the months of his absence. While Shego has been searching far and wide for her loved one. I may throw some KP or Possible cameos but I don't know for sure. Review and tell me if I should or shouldn't! Help the writer! Give ideas! Read and Review! Please!

Your Humble Servant,

WolfMan

(P.S. Yes I know what your thinking. What is Drakken going to do with all that money? That is what I know not really much else. Could be evil...muahahahahahaha!)