Well it's time for a new chapter in Kigo : 300. I can tell y'all are loving this now i will say that this won't be a long story but the chapters will be long. The battle will begin soon and I'll be writing that action and violence everyone loves. So here is the new chapter for y'all enjoy and please R&R thanks.
Rated M for strong and graphic violence, strong sexual content, and strong language.
Disclaimer: i own nothing to do with the Kim Possible universe, i just own this plot and I'm doing it for the hell of it.
Kigo : 300
Chapter Two
The moon shined down on the sleeping Spartans and Athenians. A few fires flickered as a wind blew by. Shego was the only one still awake. Using her spear as a walking stick she walked around them looking down at them as they slept. She walked up to a ledge and looked down. Her green eyes looked back to the men and women as they laid sprawled out across the ground.
No sleep tonight, not for the queen. All her forty years have been a straight road, to one gleaming moment in destiny. This one radiant clash of shield and spear, sword and bone, and flesh and blood. Her only regret, is that she has so few to sacrifice.
She looked across everything before her. Her lands, her life, and most importantly her family was under threat from a dangerous force. Her eyes slowly drifted down to the necklace Kim had given her before they had left. She fiddled the eagle talon between her fingers as she looked at it. Her thoughts were on Kim and their children. She hoped to return to them.
XX
"We're being trailed," Felix called back to the marching army. He looked up at a rocky outcrop hundreds of yards away from them. Standing on it was a hunched over figure wearing a red Spartan cape and clutching onto a bronze shield and spear. He looked back to see the army stop behind him and look at the figure.
"It has been following us since Middleton," Shego said coming up behind him. She looked at the figure too, trying to figure out what it wanted.
"My Queen, look," Tara called catching everyone's attention.
Everyone looked to see glowing off in the distance. They traded glances as they marched towards the glow. Shego led the way as the army marched. They marched for almost an hour until they arrived at the glow. They all stood there looking at the burning village. Shego looked down at a dead horse at her feet. Its flesh was charred and pieces of meat were gone. She looked up to see Zita walking up to her.
"What the fuck happened here, where are all the people?" Tara asked before looking back to Shego who was standing there looking between her and Zita.
"Persians," Shego deadpanned.
"I put their number around twenty," Zita said in a low tone as she glanced back to the town.
"Scouting party," Shego replied before looking down to a footprint in the mud by her feet. She knelt down and examined it. It was like any other human footprint she had seen but there was something off about it. Where the toes were, there were also what looked like claws. "What kind of man could make tracks like these?" She asked running her fingers over them.
Just then a burning cart nearby collapsed and everyone went on high alert. Shields were up and spears were pointed at it. Shego stood up slowly and looked over at the broken pottery and cart. She walked over to it and looked at it. Her mind raced as she thought about what could have done this. If this is what twenty could do to a village, what did it mean for her home.
"Behind us," a soldier shouted.
Everyone spun around, shields in front of themselves and spears up ready for a fight. They looked as the setting sun shone through the smoke casting a looming shadow. It looked like a monstrous beast walking towards them. They kept watching as it got closer, slowly shrinking. Just then a child walked out of the smoke. A young boy of about nine was walking towards them.
"Child," Tara said back to Shego.
She looked at the child as he walked through the army. They parted allowing him to walk up to Shego. She stood there looking down at him. He looked back at her when he suddenly fell forward. Shego dropped down and caught the child and cradled him in her arms.
"It's so quiet now, I can't hear their screams no more. They took them all, they took them all and killed them," the boy said looking at Shego.
She just looked at him as he smiled a bit at the final bit of peace he was feeling. Closing his eyes his head tipped back over her arm. She looked at the bloody patch on the side of his head. She just tipped her head down, anger beginning to lace its way into her heart.
"The villagers," Betty called making Shego lift her head up and look at her. "I've found them."
Upon hearing these words Shego stood up cradling the dead child in her arms. She walked with the army following Betty. They came over top of a hill and everyone stopped and stared at the sight before them.
"Have the gods no mercy?" Tara asked as she looked on.
"Oh we are so fucked," Dementor said from behind her.
"Hold your tongue," Zita growled not even looking back at him.
"The child speaks of the Persian ghost, they are the hunters of men's souls. They cannot be killed, not these Immortals," he said looking around at everyone.
Shego heard it all as she kept walking forward. She still carried the child as she walked. Her eyes were focused on the sight that everyone was looking at. "Immortals?" She questioned as she stopped in front of everyone. "We'll put their name to the test." Her eyes were still locked on what was in front of them. It was a tree but on that were the villagers. They had been run through the branches of the trees making them dangle from it. The entire village had been slaughtered as if they were cattle. Seen this only served to feed Shego's anger and make her want to destroy the Persian empire all the more.
XX
Into the Hot Gates we march. Into that narrow corridor we march, where Drakken's numbers count for nothing. Spartans, citizen-soldiers, freed slaves. Brave Greeks, all. Brothers, fathers, sons, daughters, sisters, mothers… we march. For honor's sake, for duty's sake, for glory's sake, we march. Into hell's mouth we march.
The army had finally made it to the Hot Gates. They had been marching for what seemed like a week but it had only been three days. The Spartans lead the Athenians into the narrow corridor of cliffs. They walked up through the pass, thinking of whatever battle might come. Shego stood on a rock and watched as the Spartans leading the Athenians moved through the passage.
Zita stood by, watching as the sun was starting to set. Her head turned and she looked to her son. Felix came up beside her and looked at her as he came up next to her. They looked at one another. She nodded to him, before he continued forward with Tara right behind him. Her attention turned to Betty who came to a stop next to her.
"Look! Persians," Felix said with a huge smile as he looked at the ocean below. He glanced back to Tara who was standing behind him. She just smirked at him as suddenly she slammed her shield into his back. He went running forward as did Tara, both excited to see the Persian fleet.
All the Spartans looked on to see the massive fleet. There were easily over a million ships in the fleet. Each ship held fifty or sixty Persian soldiers. They looked on as the seas churned and the setting sun showed ominous clouds coming in.
Betty stood next to Zita looking out across the ocean. "Let's watch these motherless dogs as they're embraced by the loving arms of Greece herself," Betty turned to Zita who looked back at her. "Come," she said patting her on her arm. Both walked forward with the army.
Shego stood there looking at everything before her eyes drifted up to the sky. The sound of thunder could be heard as a lightening bolt flashed in the distance. She smirked a bit as she looked back down to the water and the fleet. "True, it does look like rain," she said with a bright smile.
Zeus stabs the sky with thunderbolts, and batters the Persian ships with hurricane winds. Glorious.
The skies erupted that night in a massive thunderstorm. Lightening streaked overhead as thunder crashed. Waves slammed into the cliff face. The Persian ships were rocked and rolled through the waves. Standing on the cliff looking down was Shego and the army. They watched as the ships were destroyed.
Shego stood there, her shield up blocking the blowing wind as it threw rain around. She was the only one standing there looking on. Everyone else was celebrating. Zita let out a cheer of triumph as Betty wrapped an arm around Dementor who cheered just as loudly. Felix and Tara were jumping in joy as they watched. Shego only lowered her shield letting the rain soak her as she looked on. A large portion of the fleet had been destroyed. The storm killed thousands but she feared that even Zeus himself hadn't slain enough.
Only one among us keeps her Spartan reserve. Only she. Only our queen.
XX
A woman led a blonde haired man through the streets of Middleton. She carried a torch and looked back at the man. He wore his brown colored cape that went down his back. Part of it was wrapped around his arm as he walked. He had a beard that was dark in color and was only on his chin.
The woman stopped and motioned him into the royal courtyard of the palace. He nodded to her and walked in. He looked around to see he was alone. Walking up to the doorway leading into the building he looked to see no one. "My queen?" He questioned looking into the building. Looking on he watched as a shadow appeared. Kim came walking out and looked at him with a smile.
"Councilman Ron Stoppable, so nice to see you. Please come in," she said motioning to the inside of the building.
"The courtyard is a more fitting place for a married woman," he said with a shake of his head.
"I fear we are beyond that" she said softly as she leaned up against a wall. "Even here Bonnie's ears reach."
She looked as Ron looked at her and slowly walked up to her. They stood there looking at one another. Her and Ron had grown up together, they were old friends. After Ron had served his time in the military he became a councilman. He walked up and looked at her as he to leaned up against a wall across from her.
"It's no secret, Bonnie wants everything that you possess, even you," Ron said looking at her as she just nodded slightly. "I will try to arrange for you to speak before the council."
"Thank you, I am in debt to you," she said with a smile looking at him.
"No," he started with a raise of his hand, "Shego is my queen as much as yours. Besides, we're old friends, I'd do anything for you."
She smiled at him and he returned the smile. He prepared to leave when suddenly she grabbed him and hugged him. He returned the hug before parting from her. Turning the councilman walked out of the royal courtyard towards his house.
XX
Tara, Dementor, and another Spartan slowly crawled up a hill. They came over the top of it and looked down. Their eyes were wide when they beheld the sight before them. Millions of Persian soldiers were camped out before them. They watched as soldiers moved to and fro. Dementor looked from the one Spartan to the other.
"How can this be? I saw those ships smash against the rocks," he said looking back down to the army before them.
"Arcadian, what you saw was but a fraction of the monster known as Drakken's army," Tara said looking at him as he turned his head to face her.
"There won't be any victory here," he said looking at her. He watched her as her face curled into a smile at the prospect of the battle to come. "Why do you smile?" He questioned her with a dumbfounded look.
"I have faced countless enemies on the battlefield. Yet none of them could give me what we Spartans call 'a beautiful death'," she said looking to him with a smirk as the other Spartan smirked too.
"You are insane," Dementor said looking at her.
"You have to be to be in the Spartan army," Tara said with a smirk. She looked as he just looked at the other Spartan who nodded in agreement with Tara. Both started chuckling at Dementor as he lowered his head.
Together the three of them backed up and started to sneak away. They looked around as some of the Spartans started piling up dead Persian scouts. They had been caught trying to scout out ways to outflank the army. Pulling her cape off Tara like the other Spartans only worked in their undergarments so as not to overheat. They began stacking rocks to build the wall.
The wall would help to funnel the Persian army into a kill box. It meant killing thousands of Persians in battle. She looked over to Felix as he sat a dead Persian on some rocks. Others sat rocks on top of him locking the rocks in place. The muggy afternoon heat was getting to them as they worked to build the wall. Sweat dripped off of Tara's chin onto her breast. She pushed her blonde hair back as she turned. She took a rock from a man and passed it up to another one as he sat it on the top of the wall.
"MOVE," they heard a voice yell from down the path behind them. They heard the sound of a whip crack making them glance back. "KEEP GOING, YOU DOGS," the voice shouted as another whip cracking could be heard.
Looking back they watched as a group of Persians were coming towards them. They watched as the soldiers looked around at their slain comrades that were on stakes. There were about forty that carried what looked like a chariot made of gold. On it was a man who prepared to cracked the whip again. However he stopped and looked around.
"Move," he barked as his whip cracked again. "Forward, I say," he commanded. He looked as he came up to the Greeks before them. "Stop here," he said looking down to his soldiers around him. "Who commands here?" He demanded looking at them.
Tara and Felix looked at one another before looking back to Dementor who was looking on too. They soon ignored him and resumed their work. The wall was built to almost fifteen feet high making it impenetrable. The only way around it was over the cliffs to the ocean below, or through the Spartan army.
"I am the emissary to the ruler of all the world. The god of gods, king of kings and by that authority I demand that someone show me your commander," he barked looking down at the mixture of Spartans and Athenians.
He looked as they continued to ignore him and keep working. He was insulted by this blatant disregard to his title. They did not seem to care that he served the God-King. He sneered at these men and women as they kept working paying him no mind.
"Listen. Do you think the paltry dozen you slew scares us?" He questioned in a smoother voice trying to get them to pay attention to him.
Tara getting fed up with this Persian bastard reached down and grabbed her sword. Gripping the handle of it she pulled the short sword out of its sheath and gripped it firmly. She started moving through the soldiers around her. She moved until she was in front of the Persians and the Greeks.
"These hills swarm with our scouts," the Persian boasted as he looked down at Tara and the other soldiers as they seemed to pick up their weapons. "And do you think that your piece of shit wall will do much, but fall before the might..." he started to speak but stopped when he focused on the wall. Looking around he noticed that the dead scouts were wedged in the rocks. Flies buzzed around them and the stenched finally reached his nostrils.
"Our ancestors built this wall, using ancient stones from the bosom of Greece herself," Tara started catching the attention of the Persian before her. He looked down at her as she slowly glanced back to the wall and then back to the man. "And with a little Spartan help, well..."she started with a chuckle as she glanced at the wall and then to the Spartans in the group. "Your Persian scouts supplied the mortar."
"ALL OF YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR BARBARISM," the Persian bellowed as his arm came back pulling the whip with it.
Tara saw this and so she charged forward. She launched herself off of a ledge at the man. Her hands gripped her sword as she brought it back behind her head. With a war cry she brought the sword down. She cut the man's arm off. The arm flew free through the air, the hand still gripping the whip in it. She heard the man howl in pain as she landed on that cart before him. She glanced back to see the Spartans pointing their spears at the Persian soldiers.
"My arm," the man protested looking at the bleeding stump before him.
Tara pointed her sword at the man as he worked to stop the bleeding. "It's not your arm anymore. Go now. Run back to your Drakken and tell him he faces free Greeks here, not slaves. I'd do it quickly if I were you, we might just decide to make our wall a little bit bigger," she threatened, her sword rested at the man's throat just under his chin.
"No." The man said with a shake of his head as he started to smirk a defiant smirk at her. "Not slaves. Your house wives will be slaves. Your sons, your daughters, your elders will be slaves, but not you, no. By noon this day you will all be dead. A thousand nations of the Persian empire descends upon you. Our arrows will blot out the sun," he said, every so often he would wince in pain as the feeling of not having an arm would hit him.
"Then we shall fight in the shade," Tara said, a cocky smirk on her face as she looked down at the wounded Persian before her.
XX
Shego sat atop a cliff on a rock and looked down, she gripped onto her spear in her right hand. She had watched everything unfold between her soldiers and the Persians. She smirked a bit as she stared down at them. Tara was a great soldier but sometimes she was a little on the insane side. She smirked a bit as she looked up to Zita who came walking up to her. Her captain smiled at her as she used her own spear as a walking stick.
"The wall is solid, it will do the job of funneling the Persian army into the Hot Gates," Zita said as she glanced down to the retreating Persians.
"Has anything been found that could lead the Persians to our backs?" She asked looking to her captain.
"None, my queen," she replied glancing to Shego.
"There is such a route, good queen," a voice said from behind Zita.
Both turned to see the hunchback that had been following them come out of the shadows. He had a beard and red hair. He gripped onto a bronze shield with his left hand and in his right was a spear. On his head was a bronzed helmet, but it barely fit around his head. What caught both of the women's attention was the fact that he was wearing a crimson Spartan cape.
"It's just past that western ridge," he said pointing his spear in the direction of the knowledge that he held. "It's an old goat path, the Persians could use it to outflank us."
"Not one step closer, freak," Zita hissed as her spear pointed at the Sparta outcast before them.
"Oh wise queen, I beg you for an audience," the hunchback begged as he put his shield up towards Zita.
"I'll skewer you where you stand," Zita growled as she focused on the man before them. Just then a spear went across hers making her look to see Shego looking at her.
"I don't recall giving such an order," she said looking to her. She looked at Zita whom just looked back at her. Shego slowly nodded to her, telling her to leave her with the hunchback. She looked as Zita slowly turned and walked off leaving them there. Her green eyes slowly turned back to look at the hunchback before her. "I apologize for my captain. She's a great captain but her manners are shot to shit."
"There is no need to apologize, I know how I look. I am Duff Killigan, born of Sparta. My mothers love forced my parents to flee Sparta lest I be discarded," he said looking at her.
"You wear the crimson of a Spartan," she pointed out looking at him.
"It was my father's," he said with a nod. "My father taught me how to fight. He taught me to make shield and spear apart of me as if it were my own beating heart. Permit me to aid in the conflict, to redeem my father's name," Duff said looking to Shego.
She looked at him as he started to thrust his spear like he had been trained. He moved around and she watched him. His spear slashed in front of her and she just nodded. "That's a fine thrust," she said looking at him.
"I will kill many Persians," the hunchback stated as he looked back to her.
Standing up she looked as he kneeled before her. She walked to his side and looked down at him. "Raise your shield, as high as you can," she said looking to him. He looked at her and just nodded to him. Slowly he struggled to raise his shield up but he couldn't get it high enough. A slight dissatisfied look appeared on Shego's face. "Your father should have taught you how our phalanx works," she said walking around him. "We fight as a single impenetrable unit, that is the source of Spartan strength. Each soldier protects the man to his left from thigh to neck. A single weak point and the phalanx shatters." She explained walking around him before coming to a stop in front of him and looking down at him.
"But, my queen?" He questioned looking up to her.
"Do you want to aid in the Spartan victory?" She asked looking at him.
"Yes," he said with a nod as he looked to her.
"Then tend to the wounded, by bringing the water. Clear the battlefield of the wounded. As for the fight itself, I cannot use you, I am sorry my friend," she said before walking off leaving him there.
Duff began to stammer a bit as he looked at her retreating form. Tears started to drip from his eyes. Suddenly he started growling as he moved over to the cliff face. "MOTHER, FATHER, YOU WERE WRONG," he roared before throwing the shield off the cliff. "You are wrong" he growled looking in the direction Shego had walked. "You are wrong Shego, you are wrong."
XX
"Dispatch the Phocians to that goat path, and pray no one tells the Persians of it," Shego ordered walking down the path to join Zita who was waiting for her. Once she was next to Zita the ground started shaking. Loose stones fell around them. Rocks and gravel shifted around them. Both looked around before Zita looked behind herself.
"Earthquake," she stated before looking back to Shego.
"No captain, battle formations," Shego said.
Once she said those words both took off running to the camp. They came in to see everyone looking around at the rumbling earth confused. Zita called them to arms as her and Shego grabbed their shields and helmets. The soldiers all did they same as they ran forward to the mouth of the Hot Gates. Shego placed her helmet on and looked over to Zita who stood next to her. Her eyes drifted out to the charging Persian army before them.
"THIS IS WHERE WE HOLD THEM, THIS IS WHERE WE FIGHT, THIS IS WHERE THEY DIE," she roared looking between the charging army and her own soldiers.
"EARN THESE SHIELDS, SOLDIERS," Zita shouted turning to the soldiers. They cheered throwing their arms up raising the shields above their helmet covered heads.
Shego turned back to the Spartans and looked at them. "Remember this day, for it will be yours for all time," she said a proud smile on her face as she looked at the Spartans behind her.
The Persians came to a stop and looked at the Spartans before them. A man rode through the army on horseback. He came to a stop in front of them all and looked at the meager amount of Spartans before he and his army. He looked back to the Persians as they gathered around him. They each clung to spears or swords. Their shields were made of wicker. He did know that the Spartans had the superior weapons and shields but they had numbers.
"SPARTANS, LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS," he bellowed at them. He kept looking on at the soldiers before them. There was a faint glint in the sky making him look up. As he did he squinted to try to focus on it. Suddenly and too late he saw that it was a spear. It slammed into his chest, coming out of his back. The horse bucked and threw the dead man off.
"PERSIANS," Shego shouted back. The front line and the two lines behind it got into a defensive position. "COME AND GET THEM," she finished with a smirk.
Trumpets sounded and the Persians started charging them. Shego looked to Zita before looking to her left at Tara who was next to her. She nodded to the blonde who just nodded back to her. The spear tips glistened in the sunlight as did their shields. They were prepared for this onslaught.
"HOLD," Zita ordered with a bellow as she looked at the charging army.
"GIVE THEM NOTHING, BUT TAKE FROM THEM EVERYTHING," Shego yelled with a growl in her voice as she prepared for the fight.
"STEADY," Zita shouted as the Persians grew closer.
The sound of the charging men was deafening to them. They were growing closer with each passing second. The Spartans prepared themselves each of them preparing for the impact. Suddenly like thunder the wicker shields collided with the bronze shields. The battle of Thermopylae had begun.