Blood Red Road (Part 3)

Shego and Monique had been travelling for a few days now. Shego had been very quiet, when Monique said anything all she got was grunt in reply, eventually she gave up and only talked when necessary. They were walking up a hill with the horses rains well gripped to their hands, the horses clip clop was all that could be heard. Just a few steps away were what seemed like a couple, a large dark haired woman, whose teeth had seen better days gave a quick clip to the man's ear, who was looking at the tire of a 4x4, the man was the very opposite to the woman, scrawny, grey hair although his teeth had clearly seen better days- well if you could see through yellow stained teeth. Shego approached the couple, her bow and arrow at the ready behind her back. "You folks alright?" the two looked up, the 4x4 had a wheel come off,

"G'day to ya missy," the man greeted her, the other woman did not "don't suppose you'sn' know anifin about cars do ya's?" I think my breakfast can had better grammar oh well. Shego thought to herself

"Well sur's I do, wot's you gots heres is a wheel that has had its bolts taken out, what yousin gonna need is a jack and a new couple new bolts. " Shego said, in her best way to sound like them, but not intimidate them, "if you gave an old man a hand it'd be mighty appreciated." indicating to himself, Shego and the old man got the remaining bits of the wheel off, "so sir, you gotta name?"

"Steve, that's me, wife over there 20 years of..." hesitating he then continued "happy marriage, best to call her Mrs. Barkin." He trailed off at happy, Shego looked at the woman sitting on the chair doing nothing, can't say I blame him, from the looks of it. Eventually the two mechanics got the wheel back on; Mrs. Barkin gave the group a bunch of soup. As they all sat down by a fire. Shego and Monique were so hungry, they had run short on rashes about 2 days ago, they only had water left, and very little of it. Shego and Monique quickly gulped it down, Monique started to mumble something, Shego listened carefully "Shego... I think... the soup..." Monique couldn't finish her sentence, she was fast asleep, Shego placed her hand on Monique's chest, and her heat was going fast. This wasn't a natural sleep, this was drugged...

"What the fuck did you put in the soup?" Shego tried to say, but she remembered them giving Shego a much larger dish than Monique's, and the couple not eating any of their own cooking "Steve... stop her" Mrs. Barkin instructed, noting Shego slowly move away.

"Oh no ya missy..." Mrs. Barkin turned round to get some rope to tie them up, the moment her back turned, Steve whispered something in Shego's ear "I'm sorry, but I'm too scared of her. I'll get the poker!" just as he turned his head around, Shego noticed the burns on the back of his neck. "Steve! Are you talking to the prisoners'?" he shook his head widely "good, so I won't have to get the poker on you" Shego faded out, but the last thing she heard was "she'll be a good fighter in the cage fighting"

...cage fighting?

Shego woke up, she tried to move but found that she couldn't. She just couldn't seem to find the energy in her, her mind begging to go back to sleep. Finally her mind seemed to admit defeat that it would not rest, allowing Shego to move her hands, her arms could move far out but not too far, the raven haired woman forced her eyes to open. There sitting on a chair, rocking back on forth, was Mrs. Barkin. She ignored the laughter she let out; when Mrs. Barkin saw Shego was awake. Monique was tied up as well; she was starting to wake up. Shego frowned, "let us go, you fat whore!"

The woman snorted "oh don't even bother! See those shackles, they are completely-" Shego knew what was coming next.

"Yes, plasma proof, just my fucking luck" she sighed. The woman got up; she grabbed Shego's jaw twisting it making Shego's eyes meet her weird shade of brown. The smell of the woman's perfume made her want to gag.

"You have nice cheeks, pity" she raised her hands, and with a great force, slapped Shego's cheek, Shego was surprised the fact that she was bleeding, but when she saw the sharp blade lodged in between her fat fingers. She knew from the pain that would a bit longer to heal

"Oh so close, I nearly cared for what you said then" Shego taunted.

"So I can't hurt you..." Shego knew where this was going and regretted it, "so you won't mind if I cut your little black friend's eyes out?" she smirked with victory. The racist remarked made Monique want to lash out at her, but she couldn't. She was no super woman.

"Yes I would fucking mind," Shego received another slap with a knife in just deeper; this one came from her top lip to the bottom, the blood seeping into Shego's mouth.

"Now we can discuss a few more things... First no more swearing, second you will do as I say, third you will fight for me and win, in order for your friend to live. Now I think you might like this one, because you teens like tattoos." Shego was about to correct her but she continued. "Steve! Get in here and bring the tattooing equipment!" Steve came in with a board, full of pictures, a star on the shoulder blade, a skull on the spine, an ace of spades on just about on the neck, and one that Shego liked- despite the situation. It was looked like the features of a face, but without the lips, and the lines were sharpened, Shego nodded to that one.

"Teens these days always wanting the strangest things" Mrs. Barkin said disturbingly casual, as she started to clean Shego's back, getting it ready for the pen.

"I'm actually 21" Shego perked up

"No to fight in the cage you have to be 14- 19. You are 19" Shego really couldn't be bothered to argue, so she left it. The two left, to get their so called "tattoo tools." Monique felt so stupid and just useless; it was all her fault, Shego wouldn't have had to fight if it wasn't for her stupid idea that Shego just had to know. She continued to curse at herself for letting herself think she could help Shego find her best friend. If only she'd been like Ron and followed Shego's orders.

The large woman brought out a pen with a large needle attached to the end, "Don't worry; we know about your healing ability, we'll go really deep so it'll be there for a long time."

"Can you take your top off please?" Steve asks so nervously, Shego felt almost sympathetic, but the hatred inside her stopped that, Mrs. Barkin rolled her eyes, angered by the incompetence of her stupid husband, she took a pair of scissors and cut the older woman's top, Mrs. Barkin made it quick but painful. "Great, one of my best pieces of art I must say, don't you agree Stevey?" The man nodded, scared for his life should he disagree.

"Of course darlin'"

"Next would you mind having short hair? No? Good." She got the same pair of scissors and cut Shego's hair off, now her once long hair was reduced to a boyish pixie cut and a little bit of a slide fringe. "Those other little buggers would tear and pull at that hair of yours, and don't let'm near your ears." Shego was currently planning their death; first she would tie them up, rip their nails off one by one, then break the fingers the nails were once connected to, put their hair on fire, peel their skin off with a blunt potato peeler, and then start to cut each of their limbs off one by one.

They left the shelter that had kept Monique and Shego prisoner. They walked through the town, to Shego's fortune there was a sign not too far away it read 'Welcome to the Recti District' it was next to be –what Shego thought, the main road.

Monique kept her head down and kept right behind Shego. A large man approached them, he spoke in Turkish. Thank god Drakken had sent me to steal a turkey from…Turkey, that man was an idiot. But at least she had picked up the language quite well.

"Neden merhaba Bayan Barkin. Seni pazarlık bitiştutulur bakın"

"why hello Mrs. Barkin. I see you kept your end of the bargain," Shego mentally translated.

He produced a suitcase that he had been holding and opened it up, it was filled with money and a few drugs tucked in the corners,

"size sanki vaat, onlar biraz daha fazla olacak ... Bu kim olursa olsun, egzersiz ve beslenme ihtiyaçları o kafese savaşmak için fit kalırböylece."

"As promised, they'll be little extra if you give... whoever this is, exercise and dietary needs so she stays fit to fight in the cage."

"Yapacak. Gel artık ... Raven, evet iyi bir isim gibi yapacak."

"Will do. Come now... Raven, yes that will do as good name." Shego rolled her eyes really couldn't be bothered to argue, mainly because there was no point.

"Now Raven, I do believe you have a fighting ability?" He spoke good English.

"Yes"

"Good, oh around here I'm called the master of the ring." Shego rolled her eyes, "your first fight will be against a girl your age called Olivia, now she hasn't lost any fights this week. Oh if you lose a fight three times... well let's say it's not a very pleasant experience."

Shego was pushed into the ring, and so was Olivia who had blonde hair and was very freckly. It was a cramped room that could only fit about forty or so people, and in the end of the room was a wooden platform with a rope with a knot above it, a lever next to it. As soon as the bell dinged, the cages came down with a clatter and the crowd began to raw. Olivia immediately rugby tackled Shego, she was winded against the bars of the cage, quickly gathering her place Shego stood up, Olivia came with a running punch, Shego stepped to the side, grabbed Olivia's arm with both hands and did a sharp turn pulling her arms with her therefore flipping Olivia on her back. Shego backed away so she could get a quick breather, man it had been too long. Olivia got herself together, she went to punch Shego across the face, but she ducked and with all the force she could sum up she swung her right arm up underneath Olivia's chin. An instant KO. The cage came up and the master of the ring came up and held Shego's hand in the air as the crowd cheered and some booed, probably the ones who betted on the other girl.

The fights continued day after day, Monique became the water girl who would deliver water to all the contestants, she would also come up to see Shego every day, but every time the guards heard her say Shego she would be taken away. Rufus had been standing on the window frame and would let out a loud caw if he saw his friend ever get hit, sometimes the opponent would look up and give Shego an advantage. After every fight raven would go into her tiny room that was about the size of a closet, all that was inside was an uncomfortable bed and a window as big as a baby's body with bars across. It seemed like a jail. With guards everywhere equipped with armor and old fashioned revolvers, so Shego's chances were slim, every time she tried to escape they caught her somehow and would locked her in a box, as a lame attempt to crush the woman's spirit. But it always failed. She could always try again.

After so many fights and not even being beaten once, Shego was named was 'karanlığın açısı,' Turkish for Angel of Darkness, some of the guards feared her, but there was this special one who had caught Shego's eye by disobeyed the master, Shego had heard them talking in the room next door, "DeMonty! Bu hain öldür!"

"DeMonty! Kill this traitor!"

"Ama efendim o hiçbir şey yapmadı"" It was a man's voice

"But sir he did nothing

"Beni itaatsizlik?" A silence

"You disobey me?"

"evet"

"Yes" Shego could only hear the sound of a whip hitting something soft. The next day she saw DeMonty with a scar across his bald head, and his beard he had once was gone- he had been quite a hairy man. His eyes had bags underneath, and his paste skin showed red marks, he too war armor like the rest of the guards.

One day in the yard, with the other opponents benching or doing laps round the track, Shego was passing the fence when a girl made an attractive whistle, blonde hair and blue eyes, her pale skin grubby. "Well hello." Shego growled, "Any chance of staring at me eyes and not my stomach?"

"Any chance of you getting out?" Shego didn't respond, "Anyway speaking of getting out I have plan, all of us getting out." The girl added, Shego leaned against the post "names Raven, you?"

"Jacky, and might I say, your eyes look a nice type of green, but not quite natural"

"Less commenting more planning, oh and your English is good."

"Thanks, been practicing with other prisoners around here. Anyway there's this group called the leharbs. The plan was to just attempt a break out, but then the fame came to you so we made a different plan, you lose three fights, there's a big commotion from your adored fans, then the other members of the leharbs, will put the place on fire, while we'll break you away from the people trying to kill you. Got it?"

"Yeah I got ya" Shego said, taking it so well but refusing to show interest. Even if she was in a different countries.

"Tomorrow you got three fights with three people; they are all in leharbs so they know the plan, it's like a script. Everything should run smoothly."

"Great best way to win, try to lose" Shego smirked.