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What Drives Them
The trio reappears inside an isolated interrogation room. A triangular table took up almost its full length. Senor Senor takes the nearest corner seat, "You saved us for a reason".
"Relax, Gramps. It isn't money, power, or favors we're seeking," Kim and Wolverine take the two available chairs.
"Then what do you seek?"
"Information, Old Man," Wolverine deploys his claws.
"What kind of information?"
"Look, Old Man, don't play games with me," Aconasema shouts with lit palms. "I cooked up that story back there, so your family would blame all their recent sufferings on me, and not you. I could just as easily tell them the truth, unless you level with me, here and now".
"How much do you already know? Let's start there?"
"Kim Possible filed field reports taking responsibility for activating the mutant, Aurora Knight, a.k.a. Scarlett Flame. She did this under the chairman of the Himalayan Committee's direct orders. How else could a mere 3rd Class Special Agent override a four-star general? Rawlings filed his grievance. Possible even took responsibility over unintentionally awakening me, on their mission. Neither of her actions pissed off her superiors enough to go to these lengths. What changed? Why are Fury and Dr. Director only now coming after her family, friends, and enemies so desperately?"
"Desperation describes their actions, Aconasema. They're acting on fear and fear alone".
"What do they fear so greatly?" Wolverine strikes cracking the tabletop.
"Not what, Son, who".
"My daughter?" Wolverine eyes his little girl. He wouldn't admit this outward. She intimidated him, some, especially after learning she can strip any mutant's powers with a single thought.
"Yes," Senor Senor ignores what he read in the mutant's face. He continues to explain what authorities are doing. He didn't agree with their actions. He only cared about stopping another mutant-human war. Sure, he could profit from the conflict. However, his daughter-in-law and grandson are targets this time.
"To understand, and appreciate, their actions," he tries to build some rapport, "you must first grasp how their fears are driving them. As said, they fear of your daughter. I don' mean they're a little timid in her presence. They're downright petrified, jumping at every shadow and rustling leaf.
And they've lived with this near-paralyzing fear for far too long. Not eating. Not sleeping. Not even socializing. On guard 24/7. Constant worry and prolonged isolation slowly eroded their sanity. Her sore taunts have only accelerated their mental deterioration".
"How's this?" Aconasema queries what he meant. She only meant to end this war and disappear. She never dreamt she'd instilled such fear in these people, or caused them such mental anguish.
"Put yourself in their shoes, My Dear," Senor Senor conciliates her understanding. "First, you take down Hydra. Not just a single cell, but its entire network. All in under 6-months. A feat they hadn't even accomplished in 80 years of warfare. They'd focus on a few smaller cells, take them down, and consider that a great victory.
Next, you deepen their inferiority complexes by flaunting your superiority over humans and mutants alike. Plus, you wield remarkable powers and celestial fire beasts, neither S.H.I.E.L.D. nor Hydra's best elementals can control. You open dimensional portals, traverse the galaxy at will, even took down 16,000 of their latest, most powerful sentinels, as easily I'd swat a fly.
Lastly, you add insult to injury by openly mocking Global Justice and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s senior directors, about how you destroyed those temples and scrolls. You may not believe me, but, I agree with what you did. Humanity isn't ready to wield such a devastating weapon of war. Others don't share my views.
Dr. Director and Fury, along with their global counterparts believe you engineered Hydra's civil war, not to save humanity, but to cover up stealing their ancient ultimate weapon. You were unstoppable before, but, with it in your possession, you've become a goddess..."
"Become a goddess? I was born a goddess. An ancient artifact doesn't elevate my status. I wield such power by birthright," Aconasema cracks up laughing, amazed how they could be so gullible and believe such nonsense.
"Again. I know this to be true," Senor Senor states his position. "Point is. They don't. Unbridled terror has clouded their minds, driving them to do unspeakable things they wouldn't usually contemplate".
"Like what?" Wolverine inquires, sensing his daughter getting madder by the moment.
"World leaders called a global summit. Large and small nations attended this venue. All agreed your daughter threatens the global balance of power. In code, theirs. And none were sure how to protect themselves. So, they..."
Troubled Seed
"Were sure?" Kim takes exception. They didn't fear Aconasema any longer. It's past time she shows her power again. "The past tense seems to insinuate, they aren't so unsure anymore, and devised a plan of attack".
"Very astute, Young One," Senor Senor mollifies the angry mutant. "Most of them only cared about restoring the global balance of power, but couldn't agree how this should be done, except one man".
She'd felt someone was manipulating events over the last 3-years. One man matches this criterion. She takes a stab in the dark naming, "Fukushima?"
The old man nods.
"Let me guess. He told them about the Sacred Hans Scroll, and how it prophesied about another, even more powerful ancient weapon than mentioned inside the Viper's Eye Scrolls".
"More than that," Senor explains the rogue assassin's treachery. "He convinced Fury, Dr. Director, their global counterparts, and their superiors, they'd misinterpreted the first Viper's Eye Scroll's ancient prophesy about this weapon of mass destruction.
He explained, the weapon wasn't a physical weapon. It was an incorporeal entity. You, in fact. And the scrolls simply directed curious warriors unto your various temples, where they'd face select trials to see if they were worthy to wield only a portion of your limitless power".
"A power, no one else can ever obtain ever again, because I destroyed the temples". She started to grasp humanity's twisted logic, and why their leaders might be so upset, and targeting her.
"Yes," he nods. "Thor shared a little about your family history.
"Like?"
"You're Phoenicia and Raja's seed, but tied unto our realm by a physical body created through Wolverine and Jean Gray's union. Fukushima built upon this, citing Phoenicia and Raja being War Gods. And how their combative natures and how billions of people needlessly perished, caught amidst their constant quarreling.
Making matters worse, neither could best the other. Humanity saw no end to their suffering. Japanese elders finally had enough consulting the ancients. Amaterasu (the Sun goddess) showed Emperor Jimmu, Japan's first sovereign ruler, a sacred weapon of incalculable power stored for posterity in five sacred shrines, which Fukushima equates with your temples.
Each shrine designed to test select aspect of the seeker's heart. Amaterasu only meant those purest in heart to wield said weapon. Emperor Jimmu traversed the globe, ventured inside and overcame each test, finally proving himself worthy. He wielded this artifact ascending into the heavens, valiantly defeating both gods in mortal combat. His prize, he could have anything he asked.
His request was straightforward. Quit using humanity as pawns in their lovers' spats. Both agreed. Emperor Jimmu returned him unto the human realm. Once back home, he composed the Sacred Hans Scroll, should either god ever break his/her word. Humanity would never be defenseless again. At anyone's hands. Even a god's".
"Don't tell me. Phoenicia broke her word by indwelling Jean Gray?"
"Not at all. Raja did".
"How?"
"He used ancient black magic first against Jean Gray, then Phoenicia. Your mother did something far more noble. She reversed Raja's curse through you".
"How'd she do this?" Kim asks, baffled how he could know more about her predicament. She was the only person since Emperor Jimmu to pass the temple tests, and acquire the royal seed.
"Phoenicia perceived her ex-lover intended on ending Jean Gray's X-Men. She knocked out Jean Gray, taking upon herself her charge's likeness. Raja couldn't indwell mortals. So, he assumed the guise of Wolverine. Raja 'seduced' Phoenicia, thinking she was Jean. Phoenicia conceived you, but then transplanted you into a surrogate womb. You know the rest.
Point is, Raja learnt about your birth and was exceedingly wroth. He did exactly what Phoenicia had expected. He incited the Yashidas to murder your family. He never anticipated you'd survive, come stumbling outside your family home in boiling tears, and recite your mother's very incantation, which forever merged Raja or Phoenicia's essences into yours, making you one entity".
"How does any of this relate to why these idiots want my daughter dead, and want to turn my young granddaughter into some secret weapon?" Wolverine shouts, feeling like he was six and back in grade school. He always hated astrology and mythology.
"Simple, Wolverine," the old man responds without losing nerve. "Both Raja and Phoenicia were gods of war. They conceived Aconasema amidst bitter conflict, using dark, ancient magic. This act endowed her with dark and light powers, and then, upon fusing with her, mingled their powers with hers, making her more powerful than they ever were.
This new prophesy worries Fury and Dr. Director. Your daughter demonstrated her celestial parents' volatile tempers, when she avenged her family in Japan, and again, when she easily instigated that civil war between Hydra's factions and allies. Her actions almost plunged the world into war"
"Stop me, if I'm wrong," she recaps what actually happened. "These idiots believe, my parents were both evil, war gods. Hence, I must've inherited their bad seed. And I proved this when I destroyed those temples to hide the truth of the Hans legacy. Does that sum up their grievance against me?"
"I couldn't have summed it up any better, thus far, Aconasema".
"Thus far?" Kim drops her head, sighing heavily. She dreaded asking her next question, "What else did this sly bastard say to brainwash these trembling simpletons into hunting me for him?"
"The rest I can't say," he feared for his and his family's lives. "You should really speak with that master assassin you captured earlier today".
Kim and Wolverine glimpse towards one another.
Senor Senor senses their confusion clarifying, "You sorely taunted them, last time. It's their turn, My Dear. In fact, that assassin was given a two-stage assignment. Kill Kim Possible, her family and friends, then take your daughter she's been protecting, so they can use her against you.
They feel confident they've learnt an exploitable weakness. And they can taunt you some. Let them, and you may be surprised at what you can learn about what they have planned for you and your little girl. They believe, have her, and you couldn't possibly stop them without risking your daughter's life. He may be your prisoner, but he's dying to talk. You only need to ask the right question. If you still have questions afterwards, come back and we can discuss their plans in greater detail".
Kim snaps her fingers. Senor Senor vanishes, only to reappear inside his family's plush cell.
Last Laugh
Kim and Wolverine materialize inside Red Hawke's cell. She yanks off the prisoner's hood.
Hawke blinks his tender eyes. Once. Twice. And three times over. His eyes slowly adjusted unto his cell's sparse light. He recognizes his captor sneering, "Aconasema, My Dear. It's my pleasure to finally make your acquaintance".
"What do you want, Reza?"
Hawke eyes her coldly. It never crossed his mind, once. She might know his true identity, and could possibly retaliate against his family. That fact alone assured him. They'd hadn't eliminated as many of her allies as they'd imagined.
He also noted her condescending undertone, perceiving, she viewed him little more than a nuisance. He fulfills his last assignment with great joy, "We know everything about you, Aconasema, the accursed seed, conceived during Raja and Phoenicia's incestuous union".
"Foolish mortal," she backhands him, busting his lip. "Countless creation stories exist all over the globe. Each starts with one man and one woman populating the Earth. Brothers and sisters married and had offspring to populate Earth. Opponents criticize the stories alleging, such lore advocates incestuous relations, but never ask a simple question".
"What question is that?" Hawke asks with piqued curiosity.
"When did incest become incest? Incest as we understand the concept today didn't originally exist. Study ancient history and you'll learn. We gods/goddesses introduced such prohibitions as your own bloodlines became more adulterated by open defiance unto our wills. Only then did such marriages become a sin. But, these prohibitions didn't apply unto deity. Our blood remained pure. I figured, even a cretin like you would've figured out that much".
"Oh, you think you're so much smarter than us. Don't you, Aconasema?"
"Thinking leaves room for doubt. Well, Red, there's no debate in my mind. I'll always be way smarter than you filthy cretins". She demeans him with contemptuous laughter, only fanning the coals of his rage. "You're nothing more than cretinous monkeys, at best".
"Cretinous monkeys, are we?" He preens, though still locked in chains, "We know why you really stole those ancient scrolls and destroyed all five temples?"
"My motives don't matter here," she denigrates her actions. "The temples belonged unto my celestial parents, and became mine, when they fused with me".
"I'll give you one thing, Chiyoko," he strips her divinity by using her birth name. "You've lied so long about your divinity, that you've started to believe your own lies".
"What are you squawking about, Red?"
"I'll tell you," he cackles aloud. "you desperately need us to believe your lies, don't you, Chiyoko? We cretins proved smarter than you anticipated, didn't we? We know the truth".
"I know you know something," she refuses to extol humanity. "And whatever it is, you're eager to share. So, it must be important. Why don't you stop hedging to pump me for information to see if you are correct? Go ahead, regale me with whatever you worthless cretins think you know about me".
Red grits his teeth sorely aggrieved by her portentous attitude. "We know you possess the Viper's Eye".
"So what, if I do," she dismisses his revelation, like yesterday's gossip.
"Skip the double-talk, Woman," Hawke shouts, tired of being treated like a child. "Don't bother trying to deny it. We know everything. How else could you save Possible's family and friends, along with commanding those fiery creatures? It'd also explain how you could so easily defeat 16,000 sentinels without breaking a sweat, or cross the farthest reaches of the universe, like I'd cross the street. You simply couldn't do this without possessing that weapon. It must enhance your powers somehow".
"Bravo," she claps her hands derogatively, "my little children finally learnt something about me. Care to make mommy happier? Share something else you've learnt". She pinches his nose tip.
Cold blue eyes drill into hers, "We know plenty, like. The Viper's Eye weapon belonged unto your late father; whereas, the Hans weapon was your mother's".
"What?" Shock and worried creep across her contours. "How did you learn this?"
She'd derided him enough. Now was his time. And he did, laughing contemptibly.
Aconasema deploys, resting her claws under his chin, "How did you learn this?"
He didn't buckle, only chiding her harder, "Who's laughing now, Goddess?"
"What else do you know?"
Counterbalances
Her soaring anxiety emboldens the prisoners. Red knew, this next part would rattle her pretentious core, "Both weapons counterbalance the other. Based on your own admission, you already possess your mother's. We locate your father's weapon. And it'll restore global balance of power".
Aconasema did the last thing anyone ever expected. Twice in one day. She retracts her claws, and cracks up laughing harder than she ever had.
"What's so damn funny?"
She didn't answer, she was so lost in derisive cachinnations.
"What's so damn funny, Woman?" He repeats his question, louder and forcibly, while struggling against his restraints.
"You," she spews, between bouts of unrestrained laughter. Two minutes, she taunts him with scalding laughter.
Reza discerns her tact. She was trying to incite him. To what? He wasn't sure, but resolves, he won't give her the please. Red Hawke clamps down, until he couldn't take it any longer screaming, "And what about me so amuses you, Bitch?"
Kim returns his insult with measure, "You cretins still don't truly understand why I really destroyed those temples".
"What makes you say that?"
"If you did, you would've thanked me, and never sought my father's weapon".
"Why's that?"
"Answer these two questions correctly, Mortal, and I'll tell you why. What'd my father carry into battle? And what'd my mother favor?"
"Raja wielded a sword; and Phoenicia carried a spear".
"Correct," she keeps her word. "Raja's thirst for blood only escalated after my mother rejected his affections. He'd fight and kill regardless the justification. Phoenicia, though, would only fight when she was provoked. She did everything she could to avoid war".
"Mythology attests that much," Reza admits she was telling the truth.
"Good. Now, can you understand why I destroyed those temples?"
"I sure do," he culminates, reaching the opposite conclusion. "You wanted to keep the power for yourself, and keep us under your heels".
"Insolent, closedminded simpletons," Aconasema loses her temper backhanding him. She ejects her claws ready to strike him down. She draws her hand back.
Wolverine perceives, countering her intentions, "Chiyoko, don't!"
Aconasema snaps her head around. Cold crimson eyes bore into his.
Wolverine didn't flinch reasoning, "You don't want to do this, Chiyoko".
"Father, you don't understand what it's like. I protect these ungrateful cretins. And they don't even appreciate my sacrifice. They always think I want to conquer them, like I'd have to try very hard".
"The hell I don't," Wolverine counters her excuse. "I've guarded these ungrateful insects longer than you've been alive. And I did it despite what they did unto my family or friends". He ejects his own claws.
Aconsema receives his point, loud and clear. They'd experimented upon him, creating Weapon-X. And he still protected humanity. She could, too.
Red Hawke ignores Wolverine's petty attempt at redeeming her humanity. Why try? She'd die soon enough. He couldn't help but wonder, was she stronger than they'd ever imagined? If so, "how could you conquer humanity so easily?" He probes the depths of her powers.
"Foolish, Mortal," she derides him. "Truth is, I already possess both my mother spears and my father's swords, together".
Her prisoner loses two shades of complexion stuttering, "Y... yo...you... possess... both?"
"I've possessed them all along, if only you'd opened your eyes," she dons her metallic gold armor. Her shield splits into Phoenicia's spear and shield. "My father preferred a mystic sword, which could morph into a host of weapons: a battle axe, crossbow, spear, javelin, etc., pretty much any weapon he could imagine. The same was true with mother's spear.
Raja's sword separates into a crimson red sword and matching shield glowing red hot. Phoenicia's spear does the same, except hers was cobalt blue.
She merges the shield back into Raja's s sword, and Phoenicia's spear back into her shield, only leaving Raja's sword and Phoenicia's shield. "There's a vast difference between Raja's sword and Phoenicia's shield".
"What's the difference?" Hawke couldn't resist asking.
"My mother's shield can be handled by any mortal without consequences. A mortal couldn't activate its divine properties. However, a mortal can only wield Father's sword once, and only once".
"Once? Why only once?"
"Mortal can only wield it once, because blood powers its mystical energies. Any mortal wielding my father's sword will drop dead the instant the wielder's battle ended, and the sword no longer needed. That would mean, a different wielder must sacrifice his/her life every time your cretinous bosses decided you needed to counterbalance my mother's spear".
She could easily discern his doubts. He needed a little convincing. And she'd arranged an innocent demonstration. She claps her hands loudly. Four servants wearing cowls drag a hooded cage into the interrogation chamber. She pulls the cover off the cage revealing a fierce cougar locked inside.
"You're excused," she dismisses her servants.
"Yes, Ma'am," the servant turns and leaves without another word.
"Mars-soule's, Blood Reaper Blade to my hands," she cries aloud. The enchanted sword appears again in her outstretched right hand. The blade engulfed in crimson red flames.
"Mortal, pay close attention. Maybe you can better appreciate my actions, and help your brothers back on Earth appreciate my wisdom".
Aconasema stretches forth her blade. The crimson flames grew in intensity with closing proximity unto mortal flesh. She never actually touches the cougar. Flames leapt off her blade. A crimson glow bathes the helpless creature head to toe. This fierce predator starts to squeal in hellish agony, convulsing violently, frothing at the mouth, rolling back and forth inside its cage, while simultaneously aging until nothing's left, but ashes.
She turns back around and extends her blade, "Want to handle my father's blade now?" Her prisoner didn't say anything.
She drives her point home even stronger asking, "What about you, Father?"
A gallant warrior. Few things scared him. This was one. "Not me," Wolverine backs away, not wanting to be anywhere near that accursed blade. His eyes drift between her and the cougar's now empty cage.
Final Word
Her prisoner experiences the exact opposite reaction. His eyes light up and voice imbued with joy, asserting, "Fukushima was right, then. Both weapons operate on blood. That means, he must be right why you destroyed those temples, too".
"Regale me, what'd that lair say was my motives?"
"You destroyed those temples and scrolls to keep the power for yourself. You then encoded these secrets on human scrolls, inside the DNA of those under your protection last time".
"What? Where'd you ever get such an asinine idea?"
"Don't try and deny the truth," he culminates. "The evidence is overwhelming".
"What evidence?" Aconasema denies everything.
"It's true, you destroyed five physical temples replacing them with mortal ones".
"Will you start making sense, Man?"
"I am," he proclaims. "Why else would you be so nervous? The evidence is clear. You esteem us as being so simple-minded. You doubted we'd ever realize the truth. Sure, you destroyed those temples but replaced them with the five houses you protected during the Hydra debacle".
"What five houses?"
"Possible, Stoppable, Load, Senors, and Yamanouchi".
"Oh, brother! Can you really get anymore gullible?" She bemocks him openly.
"Mock me all you want, Aconasema. It gets even better".
"I'm sure it does, Red. Fukushima has a vivid imagination".
"Imagination, hell," he retorts. "Why else would you have protected DNAmy so long? I mean, you release everyone else esteeming them weaklings. But, not her. Why?"
Kim opens her mouth...
"I'll tell you why," he silences her lies. "She knew your darkest secret. And you couldn't afford her ever talking. It wouldn't surprise me, if she's dead or buried in some secret prison or lab somewhere. Global authorities haven't uncovered a hint whether or not she's even still alive. All we know, she was last seen in your company, Aconasema".
"Fanciful theories. Nothing more, Red".
"Fanciful? I don't think so," he counters more convinced than ever. "Answer me this. If I'm so wrong, why has Senor's assets doubled over the last three years. I'll tell you why. He's been hiding DNAmy for you, and footing your little crusade against humanity.
I'll tell you something else. Fukushima helped our sages decode the Sacred Hans Scroll using three sacred stones, he called Legend Keys. They were yellow, blue, and red. That was when you merged these three living keys into one. Senor's grandson became the new Legend Key, as well as his children after him, generation after generation".
"Wow. I must admit. I'm impressed. I never imagined you'd figure it out, or best me at my own game," she feigns disappointment, setting him up for one final question.
Red Hawke plumes, reanimated by her crushed spirit.
The Unforgivable
Several minutes of tense silence separates them. "I must also admit," she puffs him up a little subtly probing, "you know what I wish to be kept secret. What are you plans now?"
"Kill you," he boasts. "We can then create our own demigod offspring, who can wield both Raja and Phoenicia's weapons. Humanity will become gods over our own fate".
"How'll you intend to create these demigods?" Her stomach churns, nauseated over what was going through her head. Her claws slide out on instinct, without conscious thought.
Wolverine and her prisoner didn't detect it in time.
Red Hawke boasts humanity's solution, "By mating your child with her grandfather, Wolverine".
"Chiyo…" Wolverine goes to stop her.
But, it was too late. Kim loses it screaming, "My baby!" She swings with such brute force. Her claws sever his head with ease. Hawke's body dissolves into ashes. She hoists his head crying something in an ancient tongue. Her gold armor turns a golden metallic blue. Eight crimsons eye materialize on her forehead. Hair and body bathed in crackling metallic blue flames, even her claws. Her desire to protect her child had taken over. She was beyond reason, acting on maternal fury alone.
Wolverine knew, she was too far gone. She'd even kill him if he tried to reason with her. He dashes outside the cell, bursting into the main area. He heads straight towards the only person alive who might stand a chance talking some sense into Chiyoko now, given her current state of mind.
"Wolverine, what's wrong..."
"No time, Professor".
"Grandpaw" Hana jumps into his arms.
He knew he couldn't tell a child the truth. It was too pornographic for a young girl her age. How do you tell your granddaughter, 'Mean men want to mate us?' It was beyond perverse.
"Little Bit," Wolverine tickles her belly playfully, "Mommy's in trouble again".
"What's wrong with mommy now, Grandpaw?"
"She learnt something that really upset her. Mean birdy came back".
"Not a'din," she laps her little forehead. "Ra'zn hers is hardt sumtimes. Let me go'z".
Wolverine let's her down.
Hana takes off towards the hall leading downstairs.
The grown-ups—men and women alike—crowd around him. All asking the same question, "What happened down there?"
"Ladies, I can't ease this blow. What I'm about to say may offend some of you. Please excuse me over speaking so candidly. We just learnt why authorities really wanted my granddaughter".
"Why?" Everyone asks in chorus.
"Whoever's behind this wants to forcibly mate me and my granddaughter..."
"What?" Several gasps in shock.
"That's insane," everyone voices their abhorrence over such perversity.
The Possibles, Stoppables, and Loads share their repulsion. No one there truly grasped the gravity of this situation, and Kim being so mad.
Anne did. "Oh, hell," she swears aloud.
All stop in their tracks, and turn to face the older redhead.
"What do you mean by that comment, Mrs. Possible?" Wolverine knew she knew his little girl better than even he did.
"Simply this, Mr. Wolverine," Anne shares her daughter's views. "She may be your daughter. I raised, and know how she thinks. My daughter can't stand a child predator. Now, a pedophile is targeting her daughter. You saw what she did last time. Believe me or not, she wasn't even riled good then. What will she do now? Only God knows for sure".
"Is that what you meant when I first got here?" Shego delves deeper into her rival's new psyche. "Feel sorrier for those below if Kim ever lost control".
"Such an act is unforgivable, Shego," Anne couldn't altogether condone her daughter's actions. And yet, something deep within transcends her doctor's oath, to do no harm to anyone. She couldn't condemn Kim striking back against these people.
As a writer, I must be honest, my story hasn't gotten the response I'd hoped with reviews or PMs. I don't know why. It has action, drama, interpersonal struggles, even conflict between teammates, family, and lover, and how each character's actions affect all those around him/her. That's a recipe for good reading. But, for whatever reason, people seem to pass up my story. If you know why, drop me a line, maybe I can fix it in the next chapter.