I don't own these characters. Well, I do own Trin, Shin, Tatsu, and Tashawna, but everyone else belongs to Disney.
7: Special Guest
Shin could not believe how much of a challenge it was to grapple with his mother, but it made sense. She was a highly trained GJ agent. He never really considered what it would be like to fight her until he had to, though. Whenever he interacted with her, she was just his mommy. Now, he really wished he popped in on a few of her training sessions to know what to expect in a battle with her. One day, in the far future when they could laugh about this, he would have to tell his father how much he had not prepared Shin for this fight.
He tried to grab hold of his mother to avoid having her hurt him and also to avoid her hurting herself. She was not making it easy to get hold of her with the way that she moved around, getting out of the way off most of his attacks. If he did manage to get a hold of her, she could break the hold. It did not help matters that he had so many wounds from her earlier attacks.
"Mommy, you're really starting to get on my nerves," Shin grunted as he ducked, losing a few strands of hair to his mother's knife. The sudden haircut was better than having his throat slit, but he was going to need a lot of recovery time from this crap.
Tashawna still wielded a bunch of throwing knives. Shin could only wonder if she somehow held an infinite supply of blades somewhere on her person. What was she doing at home before she put on that mind control band? Apparently, putting every knife in the house on her person. He would have to find out her secret one day, he thought, if he lived past that night, anyway. It would definitely come in handy to be able to carry a million knives.
"Think of it as payback for all of the days, week, and years you've gotten on my nerves. For all the days, weeks and years I had to put up with all of your garbage, put up with you being garbage," Tashawna answered with a growl, her coffee-colored features twisting in a fury.
"Well, I'd like to be able to do that for a few more years and I know you want that, too," Shin replied as he tried once again to grab a hold of his mother. He nearly got his hands chopped off for his troubles. This woman is gonna be the death of me if I'm not careful.
"I never even wanted you! I wish I never lost that stupid fucking bet!" Tashawna hollered and she threw another knife at her son.
Shin dodged the weapon while a frown overtook his face. He heard his mother say too many times in less than an hour that she did not want him. It was something he used to think about when he was little because he knew the circumstances behind his birth. Yes, his mother had him because she lost a bet to his father. He was like a coin flip or a card away from being aborted. The thought made him nervous, even though he was certain his mother was happy she had him, despite all of the things he did. But, right now, every time she opened her mouth, she said something that bothered him at some point in his life and made him wonder if she had been thinking that.
"Does she sometimes wish I wasn't there, that she didn't have me?" The idea made his stomach drop. No, no, no. Focus, you idiot.
"You're nothing more than my poor luck. First, the damn birth control failing and then I lost that damned bet. To Hell with you," she hissed, slashing at him with her knives.
He lost bits of clothing as he fell back, almost tripping over himself. His breath came in pants and sweat stung his eyes. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, but it was not loud enough to block anything his mother said.
The words coming out of Tashawna's mouth worried Shin. He was not entirely sure how her emotions were being manipulated. He did not know if she was being forced to be angry or if she was forced to lie. He tried to assure himself she was probably being forced to lie, just like she was being forced to try to kill him. All of this is a lie, he promised himself. That isn't Mommy and this is a lie.
"It has to be a lie," he muttered to himself as he dipped out of the way of his mother's knives again.
"Stand still and take your punishment like the man you'll never be. Damn baby, still trying to hold onto apron strings I don't even have! Holding me back, forcing me to stay in the same place for years," she snarled and she cut him across his nose.
"Holy shit!" He moved as fast as he could, biting back the agony of the cut. That would probably need stitches. He had to be more careful or it would be game over in a few minutes. Focus, focus, focus!
The problem was that he could not really focus beyond the idea that he needed to keep his mother from hurting him and to keep her from hurting herself. He could not figure anything else out, but felt like the piece of a plan was better than nothing. So, he kept trying to take hold of her. He was certain if he got the perfect hold on her, he could keep her under control until one of the daring ladies he was with saved the day. He was certain one of them would come through in the end. Hell, that was what they did after all, especially Kim. Yeah, Kimmie's got this. I just have to hold on.
"C'mon, Mommy, this the best you can do?" Shin teased as he finally got a hold on her.
He was about to press his mother into his chest, but she broke his grip again by kicking him in the knee. He grunted and hollered in pain, dropping her in the process. Holy shit! He did not have much time to worry about his knee, which might actually be popped out. She turned around and kicked him in the chest, causing him to cough. Did I mention holy shit? He would be very lucky nothing was broken at this point. He hobbled away to regroup and hopefully to let some of the pain pass.
"This is worse than fighting with the harpy," Shin muttered, which he really should have expected. He put his hand on his chest, hoping like hell she had not fractured his sternum, but with the way it hurt to breath, he was doubtful. He sucked up the agony jolting through him, trying to steel himself. He never thought his mother would be such a tough brawler. He hoped he would never have to do it again once everything went back to normal. But, again, I can see why Poppa married her.
-8-8-8-8-
"Baby, think about this," Trin pled with Tatsu, even though she knew talking to the mechanic was not going to get her anywhere. She had to try, though.
Seeing the mind-control band on her lover made Trin feel inexplicably furious, especially since she was now aware why Tatsu was not answering her cell phone before. It was like a fire erupted in her, going right from a spark to an inferno in less than a second. How dare someone manipulate her baby! She was ready to tear anyone and everyone apart who was involved in the plot now. And then, she realized her parents and brothers were probably suffering the same fate, which was only making her angrier, which she had not even thought possible at first. Apparently, anything was possible for a Possible.
It was a good thing Kim and Shego went after the bad guys, now. Trin knew if she got her hands on the clowns who pulled off such a terrible stunt, she would finally cross the line and reach the point of no return. How dare they do this to those she loved! She was certain she would kill one of the major players in the plot if she were able to get her hands on them now. And she would not ever feel bad about it.
"Stop calling me that," Tatsu snarled like a mad beast, obviously upset to hear Trin's term of endearment for her.
"Baby, think about this. You're a brilliant street fighter, I'll give you that. But, we both know I'm better. So, just think about this, baby," Trin implored, hands pressed together as if begging, not that she would be able to go at Tatsu, even if the mechanic was being controlled. It was not possible. It would be like someone seriously wanting her to hit one of her siblings and she would never, could never. There was just no way, not even for her, or especially for her.
"I'm not your damn baby! You're nothing more than a good lay for me. Someone to make me breakfast on command. You're like a servant," Tatsu replied as she advanced another step. "A slave," she stated smugly, looking haughty as she spoke.
Trin frowned, tensing a bit and planting her feet to stand her ground. "For them to think for a second I'd doubt your heart, they're goddamn idiots." She knew Tatsu too well.
"It's the truth. You're nothing more than a bitch that belongs to me. That's why you've got my mark on your back. You're my bitch," Tatsu declared, sounding quite serious with an arrogant smirk tugging at her upper lip.
"To hell with this. I don't have to stand here and listen to these lies," the blond decided soundly.
Tatsu took another step toward Trin. The taller woman flicked her wrist and let a drug-covered needle fly. She was surprised when her girlfriend dodged the needle. She cursed under her breath and went for another needle. Before she could release her new weapon, Tatsu was on her like a mountain lion on a deer, complete with fierce expression.
"You're faster than I thought, babe," Trin grunted as Tatsu banged her into the back wall. Okay, maybe I don't know her as well as I thought I did, at least in this sense.
"You don't give me as much credit as you should. I'm sure you think you're so much better than me. You're smarter, better looking, a better fighter, better cook, you're like so damn perfect, at least in your mind. But, that doesn't really matter right now, does it? You think you're so much better than me," Tatsu growled, her forearm pressed dangerously hard into her lover's throat.
"You know that's not true, baby," Trin groaned that response out. She had to admit, never having to really fight against Tatsu, she did not know her baby packed as much power as she did. There was only so much of an idea about the strength the mechanic had she could get from touching and caressing Tatsu, feeling the muscles with typically wanting fingertips. This is actually a bit of a turn on, which is a little scary.
"It is!" Tatsu insisted, forearm digging deeper.
Trin gagged as she felt her throat being crushed. Does Tatsu actually think I think so lowly of her? She was going to have to change that if that was the case, after they made it out of their current situation anyway. We have to communicate more, I suppose. She dreaded that and doubted Tatsu would be happy to talk much as well, but it was for their relationship.
"Baby…" Trin said in a wheeze, not able to speak properly at the moment. She moved her hand, wanting to push Tatsu off of her.
"No more talking," Tatsu replied with a growl and tried to add more pressure.
"I agree," Trin said and then shoved the needle that she was holding into her lover's side.
Tatsu did not seem to notice she had been shanked, but her eyes began to droop almost immediately. Tatsu fell out in about three seconds. Trin reached out to grab her unconscious girlfriend, so Tatsu did not get injured falling to the hard floor. She coughed and gagged a bit while making sure to hold onto Tatsu.
"Sorry, baby. I'll make this up to you," Trin whispered as she eased her lover down to the ground. She placed a little, chaste kiss to Tatsu's lips.
The college student got up and looked around. She wanted to make sure the coast was clear to leave Tatsu there. She did not want to risk carrying the mechanic with her in case she ran into more traps. From what she could see, the hall was as safe as the place that she left Director.
"I swear I'll make this up to you, baby," Trin promised again before she walked off. She was a bit nervous about what awaited her around the next corner.
-8-8-8-8-
"This is getting ridiculous," Kim complained as she and Shego were still battling with henchmen. It was almost like a video game with an endless stream of low-level bad guys. Her knuckles throbbed, as did her elbows, as she had started using them for weapons as well.
"It's been that the past two rooms," Shego added in while throwing a man over her shoulder into three other guys. She put enough force into it knock them all out, which did not do much in her opinion. They still had so many opponents to go against.
"Where are they all coming from?" Kim snarled, putting her foot into a man's chest so hard, he knocked down four other men behind him. Two of them got back up, only to take an elbow to the throat and have their heads smashed together.
"They have to be coming in from the street. We have to be in the hundreds by now in busting asses," Shego replied as she put a guy through the wall.
"What if those jackasses have escaped by now?" Kim asked, almost in a panic as she showed the goons no mercy either. She was sick of seeing the men and with each second that went by, she got angrier still. She wanted to get to the real bad guys and she wanted to make sure her family was all right, so she dropped anyone in her path as quickly as possible.
"We'll run a check," Shego replied. She did not want her girlfriend to lose focus due to worry. "Watch my back for a second."
"No big," the redhead said, almost as if everything was normal. It was more a trained response from saying it for years than anything else.
Kim made her way over to Shego to protect her from any of the henchmen. The younger woman displayed some skills Shego did not even know the little hero had. Kim knew a few things about pressure points and she used that knowledge against the flunkies, dropping them whenever possible. She was not in danger of killing them, but she was knocking them out with a swiftness that was coming in handy. She felt like that was a safer route to go since her wrath tried to come out full force and show just how closely she was her sister's "redheaded clone."
Shego used her wrist computer while Kim kept most of the henchmen away from her. She was able to hack into a security camera and got a picture of what was going on. Their three targets were still holed up in the main console room. She thought that was rather convenient since they had to shut down the computer, too. Her computer then picked up something weird.
"Shego, what's going on?" Kim inquired while whipping out her leg and kicking several men across the face. They dropped as if they had been hit with a steel beam from a construction site; it sort of felt like they were hit with that.
"Something weird. Give me a second to check it out," the pale woman answered, eyes glued to the computer's little screen. She had faith her lover had things under control, so there was no need for her to look up.
"Just tell me if those guys are still where they're supposed to be," the redhead requested/demanded. It was a strange tone that mixed her words into a request while making it a demand at the same time. She needed to know they were not really being delayed and that their query was escaping.
"They're just waiting for us from what I can tell," Shego replied, almost as if she was confused. She could not believe what she was seeing. Those insane bastards were actually waiting for Kim to show up at kidnapping her family? Yeah, they were definitely insane, she figured. Well, it's not my funeral.
The hero smiled, looking quite like a demon. Her expression made her seem even more like Trin's little sister. "Good."
Shego tried to analyze what that "something weird" was. From what she could tell, her computer was picking up a person, moving quickly through the building. She dismissed it as a henchmen or something trying to get out of there or trying to get to some weapon, even though the person did not seem to be running away. She thought it was odd because so far whenever the computer picked up other people in the building they were not alone. It seemed that everyone in the building moved in groups, except for the lone blip the computer picked up now. The lone blip that seemed to be moving toward their destination. So, maybe it was a henchman going to protect the bosses, she considered.
"So, what was weird?" Kim asked as Shego leaped back into the fighting, her hands blazing as high as ever.
"Nothing. I just thought this person the computer suddenly picked up was odd because it was just one person heading toward we need to be," Shego explained while putting her knee in a guy's throat. He groaned and collapsed in front of her. She kicked his body away, knocking down two men a few feet from them.
"A person?" Kim echoed. At first, she did not think anything of it, but then again, she thought it was weird for Shego to pick up one person. They had not picked up a single person throughout the building, not counting Trin and Shin when they spit up. So, maybe it was a little weird for that one person to moving about the building, especially going in the direction that they were going in.
"Yeah, it's nothing, though," the former thief assured her girlfriend.
"Maybe, maybe not," Kim replied as she continued to think on things.
"What do you mean?" Shego asked curiously while making sure to keep on whipping up on lackeys.
The petite hero shook her head. "It's probably nothing like you said. It's just weird for one person to be wandering around that's not one of us."
"Yeah, I thought that, too. But, it's possible the henchmen are running scared now and they might've broken apart. Let's not think anything on it. Let's just get to those bastards who took your family," Shego stated with a devilish smirk. She wanted to make them pay just for hurting her girlfriend emotionally.
Kim was in complete agreement with that. They wiped the floor with yet another batch of goons, continuing to show little to no mercy as they made their way closer to their targets. Shego noted the single person her computer locked onto was still moving around. She guessed exactly where that person was headed, which only made her wonder who it was even more. Kim thought she had a pretty good idea as she began to keep track of the person, too. The idea just made her want to get to the bad guys sooner. Can't let him have all the revenge.
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Trin clung to the wall of the hallway she was in as she wiped sweat from her forehead. She noticed some traps and a few had gone off earlier. The safest thing she could tell was to stick near the outside wall, which was what she did from then on. Thanks to those traps, she was cut across her cheek and her lower leg had a thick gash in it, so she now walked with a limp. She suspected the wound on her leg required stitches, as the bandage she placed over it had not stopped the bleeding and barely holding on. She hoped she did not lose too much blood since she did not have time to stop and properly bandage the wound.
"If I get a hold on the assholes who started this mess…" Trin muttered in a breath. All and all, she thought someone really had it out for her and Shin to go through the trouble of kidnapping their loved ones and not only making them fight, but also making them say such horrible things. The fact that they could have gotten Kim if the redhead had dared to believe that box was from her wrecked her nerves, fueling her anger more. She really wanted to destroy the people behind the twisted plot. No, I will destroy them.
-8-8-8-8-
"She's coming closer to the final room," Bane reported to his two partners. His eyes burned from watching the monitors all night, but he did not even want to blink now, fearing he might miss what happened to that little bitch. He was entertained by what was happening with Shin, but he hoped for more terror toward Trin. He wanted to see her beyond tormented because how dare she cross him? She was nothing, had always been nothing, would always be nothing, and now she would know it as a fact.
"Good. This'll be good since the last pawn didn't seem to slow her down much. That heartless girl had no problem hurting her own girlfriend," Brotherson said, as if the act made him hold more disdain for Trin. He frowned as he hoped for more anguish on Trin's part when she met with Tatsu.
"Well, she is a demon," Drakken pointed out.
"She is that," Brotherson concurred and felt like her treatment of the mechanic proved it. "But, she's not so heartless the end of her journey won't bring her to her knees." He was sure of that.
"Why don't we just take her out with the traps?" Drakken begged to know, flexing his hands as if they were claws. His face seemed to be a cross between ready to burst into tears and totally outraged that they were not just taking Trin out.
"Because we want her to suffer. Like her little friend," Bane answered with a chuckle and he motioned to the monitor showing Shin. Shin was drenched in blood, sweat, and tears and was still trying to tangle with his mother. Shin had long ago stopped trying to jam the surveillance system because the only thing on his mind was keeping his mother from slitting his throat.
"What about those other rats?" Brotherson inquired.
"The henchmen seem to be holding them at bay, according to them anyway," Bane replied, listening to reports from their henchmen. Little did he know, no one wanted to admit to him they were being utterly defeated by two women, even if one of them was the famous Kim Possible.
"Well, then, open the room and let's subject that girl to her last horror before we wrap this show up," Brotherson said. Bane nodded and he hit a button on the computer console.
-8-8-8-8-
Trin placed her sweaty, bloody palm on the wall and then found herself falling into a room. The wall had slid open and let her into a dully lit, silent room. She caught her balance before she ended up falling to her knees, but she could hear her breathing and it seemed ominous in ways it never had before. She cast her gaze over the room and saw the last sight that she needed to see for the day. She was face to face with her mother, her father, and her brothers.
"I do not need this right now," Trin muttered to herself, shaking her head. Really, she did not need it at any point in her life.
"Oh, so the little pseudo-Possible has decided to join us," James commented in a cold voice, almost the complete opposite of how he typically sounded. The warmth and fondness she could always hear in her father's voice was gone, which made her frown. This was more than using her family against her, but robbing them of the things that made them who they were. The audacity of that made her want to rip out spines.
"I really, really don't need this," Trin said through gritted teeth. What she needed was to face someone she could hurt, so she could take her rage out on them.
"What're you even doing here?" Jim demanded to know, sounding as cold as their father did. He managed to glare her, even with purely white eyes. His face looked hard and old. It was like he was full disdain from his big sister's presence.
"Yeah, it's not like you're really a member of our family," Tim snapped, scowling like an adult. His face matched his twin's.
"We didn't even mean to keep you this long, Trinket. We were hoping your real parents would come and take you off our hands someday," Anne declared with a sinister twist on her face.
"You were such a burden to us, a stain on our good name. No one wanted to take you from us, though, Trinket. No one wanted to save us from you and we couldn't just leave you somewhere. People would've questioned our morals, but we tried to get rid of you. But, you're the little parasite who wouldn't go away," James hissed.
The words hit Trin with the force that a falling star would have envied. She could not even prepare herself for them. Those few sentences had her shaking as if she was freezing to death. Her greatest fear was being a burden to her family, but also to not be seen as family. She was not worthy of the name Possible and never would be. To hear it coming from her family, even if they were being controlled, she would have rather someone shot her in the chest. She dropped to her knees as the Possibles stepped closer to her. Despite the fact that her mind reminded her they were being controlled, she still could not take it.
"We're sick of you and we have been for a long time," Jim said.
"You don't belong. You never did. You're like a demonic extra hand," Tim added.
"I wish we never helped you," Anne said.
"We should've just left you with the police when we had the chance. Not like you don't belong in prison anyway," James snarled.
"We should've left you in the mall. We used to argue over it all the time. Why didn't we just leave you there?" Anne snapped. That would have been a fate worse than leaving her with the police.
What if underneath it all they actually thought that? After all, she was just some urchin the doctors Possible found in a mall one day. The thought of that terrible place made her shiver. The idea they might have argued over picking her, taking her from them made her throat burn.
She was so worthless her own drug addict mother did not want her. Her own parents had named her "Trinket" to let her know she was a bauble, a cheap thing, and she could only figure if her birth parents thought such a thing, then it was not so outlandish for the Possibles to think something similar. In fact, the Possibles were entitled to think even more as they had experienced her for so much longer and she had let them down very often in life.
"Please…" Trin quietly begged from her space on the floor. Her throat burned with bile as she felt tears sting her eyes. No, it's not real. They don't mean it. Except there was a very good chance they did. It was not like she lived her life in a way to make her family like her. Most of the Possible clan hated her, after all. "You… you kept me. You wanted me." She said it more for herself. They had kept her when they did not need to.
"We wanted peace, which is something you rob everyone around you of, Trinket," Anne said. The use of her full name cut into Trin in a ways a blade never would be able to.
"We thought we could help you, but it's clearly in your blood to be trouble. You're a troubled, useless, worthless brat, Trinket. Why would anyone want you? All you do is bring destruction wherever you go," James pointed out, close to being furious.
"You destroyed this family." Anne made a sweeping motion to the family.
"You made Nana hate us," Jim chimed in, sounding just like his father.
"You made our whole family hate us," Tim added, his tone mimicking his brother.
"You know, that day I lost you in the mall, I really was trying to get rid of you because you're nothing more than a burden to this family, Trinket," Anne said harshly, words coming out like flaming daggers, slicing right through the blond.
"I'm sorry…" Trin whimpered. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to calm her trembling, but she had no such luck. It hurt to breathe, to exist. It always hurt to exist.
"You've made the name Possible a joke, dragging it through the mud because you thought it was fun. We should've left you where we found you, Trinket," James proclaimed with a snarl.
"I'm so sorry…" Trin said as tears fell from her eyes. She believed they were right, even if they did not feel that way. But, she believed underneath it all, they knew it, too. They were too smart not to know she was truly nothing more than a virus unto them.
-8-8-8-8-
Shego and Kim finally made it passed the last henchmen in their way of their main prize. They were a bit shocked their prey was still hanging out in the computer room, but that just made things easy for them. They burst into the room, Kim kicking the door open; she damn near kicked the thing off the hinges into the room. They were shocked by what they found.
"Who the hell is this guy?" Shego inquired as she and her girlfriend stared at the back of a short man clad in dark blue.
"Uncle Shin," Kim realized, only a little surprised. She had a feeling the single person Shego's computer noticed was him, but she had hoped it was not him. She really wished he would have sat things out because he was beyond deadly, but she could see how that would be impossible if his wife was involved in things. Hopefully, nobody's dead.
"Hey, Kimmie," the man said and he turned around to smile at her. Shego did not need to be told she was looking at one of Shin's relatives, probably his father, she figured. The smile was sort of a giveaway, but he also just gave off a similar vibe to Shin.
"Um… Uncle Shin, we've got it from here," Kim informed him, trying not to sound as anxious as she was from his presence. She said that because he held a katana in his hands, aiming the weapon at their foes, who were pressed against the back wall and rightfully afraid.
"You handle whatever's going on with that computer. I've got these assholes," Shinichiro replied in a tone Kim was not very used to. He usually sounded quite upbeat and merry, like his insane son. Now, he sounded deadly serious, like something bad was going to happen and he was going to be the one to make it so.
"Uncle Shin… um… you do know Aunt Tashawna would want them to face justice, right?" Kim asked hesitantly, not sure if that would work. Shego wondered why the redhead spoke as she was, like she was nervous of what Shinichiro would do to the villainous trio.
"Oh, they will face justice. The ultimate justice," Shinichiro growled as he took a menacing step toward the three men, who were wise to cower as he advanced. The look in his eyes was that of a man who had no problem with ending them.
"Uncle Shin, don't!" Kim cried as she latched on to his waist. He made a rather unmanly yelp as she hit him.
"Kimmie, be careful! This thing isn't a toy, you know!" he cautioned her, taking his eyes off of their enemies to focus on her. He seemed like he was the Shinichiro she was used to now, the one that was hardly ever serious around her.
"You can't kill them!" Kim said and that word seemed to wake everyone in the room up. The three villains had a feeling that was what Shinichiro planned, but to hear it out there made things seem realer than they wished to consider. They all gulped.
"Kill?" Shego echoed with a disapproving expression and an arched eyebrow. Oh, it seemed they might venture near a territory she was not very comfortable with. She did not mind wanting Kim work through her anger injuring those henchmen, but she drew the line at murder.
"Like hell I'll let you kill me!" Bane declared as he tried to charge Shinichiro.
Kim let her "uncle" go and he reacted to Bane almost instantly. He threw out a powder into Bane's face, which caught the man off guard. He began to cough and while he was occupied with that, Kim came in. She kicked the man viciously across the face, causing blood to fly from his mouth, and dropping him to the floor.
"You still pack a punch," Shinichiro said with a proud grin as he put a hand on Kim's shoulder.
"Don't kill anyone, Uncle Shin," Kim begged, turning back to him without giving Bane a second thought.
"Kill someone? In front of you? Are you out of your mind, young lady? I'd never!" Shinichiro replied honestly, smiling as he spoke. He could sooner put a needle in his eye than scar Kim for life.
The other people in the room breathed sighs of relief. It was then Drakken took note of Shego. A bright smile washed over his face, as he believed he was saved.
"Shego!" Drakken called out as he took a step forward, making Kim and Shinichiro tense.
"Doctor D, don't even start with me. You have no idea how pissed I am with you," Shego informed him, stopping him dead in his tracks. She was ready to pound him herself considering the mess he started. She should have expected something this low from him, though. Whenever he was left to his own devices, he always managed to sink lower than she could imagine.
"But, Shego—" Drakken started to speak, trying to understand what she was so upset about. He figured she could not be too mad if she came to save him, which was how he interpreted her presence.
"I said shut up!" Shego hollered while flaring her hands. That show of power forced Drakken to shrink back, zipping his lip. He did not even note the furious spark in her eyes, the snarl tugging at her top lip, the tense bite in her jaw, and the tight expression pulling at her features.
"Cute trick," Shinichiro commented, referring to Shego's powers. He then turned his attention to Kim. "Hey, take care of the computer and junk."
Kim nodded and ran to the computer. She wished Shin or Trin was there as they were the computer geniuses. She started in anyway, hoping she knew what she was doing. She had been around her sister, Shin, and Wade long enough to pick up a few things after all.
"I think I did it," Kim said after a few moments of pecking away at the console. She turned to look at the monitor with Shin and his mother and her thoughts were confirmed. Tashawna stopped going at Shin, dropping her knives instantly.
-8-8-8-8-
"Oh, god. Shin, I'm so sorry," Tashawna said as tears welled up into her eyes. She charged over to her son, who knew instinctively everything was all right. She embraced him warmly, lovingly.
"It's okay, Mommy. I'm just glad you're all right," he said truthfully as he returned the embrace. Kimmie's my hero. He then passed out in her arms thanks to blood loss and being overwhelmed that everything was finally over.
-8-8-8-8-
The Possibles were not even sure what to do. They stared down at Trin, who was still shivering on the floor, tucked into a tight ball, and apologizing to the cold, cement underneath her. They all did the only thing that came to mind, they went down on her level and embraced her.
"No, Trin, we're the ones who are sorry," Anne whispered in a loving tone.
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Next time: the end.