Breaking Point (Drakken)
Drakken was glad that Lucre had finally fallen asleep. His consistent chatter was starting to get to him; all the praise and the plans and the questions and...UHG! Drakken fought actually screaming at that point, but it would mean Lucre would wake up and start the whole thing over again. He could easily punch him or cause a scene so he would get his own quarters or a new bunk-mate, but the lesser of the evils was just dealing with it. He was glad for the silence, though it would only be for a little while because his mind would then begin its own chatter without a distraction.
How could Shego and Eddie just leave me?
Sure, he and Motor Ed had their ups and downs, but he was family after all... Drakken rolled his eyes. Honestly it didn't really surprise him. Eddie was always unreliable, and Drakken knew he had a thing for Shego. His mind played back to the time they'd work together and what few memories he had from their drugged adventure the previous year.
Doesn't he already have Cleopatra for any help?
He weighed the odds, but either way, it wasn't so much Eddie who had him as confused and upset as he was... It was Shego. She'd just waved to him like she was running to the store or something. He'd hoped after that it meant she was going to ditch Eddie and come grab him. He'd been even more cocky with Lucre for the next two days, but by day three...he was starting to question it.
Shego won't leave me here.
He took a deep breath. Clearly she had a plan; she always did. He repeated that to himself... That's what got him through the days. He could always count on her in the end.
"Seriously, why so rough man?" Drakken shot up and looked towards the bars. He could hear chatter, but the familiar voice of Eddie got his attention.
"Listen MotorMouth, keep it down or we'll put you in solitary your first day back," snapped the guard. They were on the floor below, and Drakken nearly climbed the bars to see the dull hall light below as his cousin was walked down the hallway towards the opposite end.
"It's Motor Ed, a little respect, seriously... Ow, bro!" came Eddie's voice as the guard pushed him along.
"Isn't that your cousin?" Drakken hit his shoulder against the wall as he jumped. He glared at Lucre.
"Why? Why would you..." Drakken glared and then moved to look out the window. "Looks like Shego and Eddie didn't get far. Maybe next time someone breaks her out she'll remember to grab the true evil mastermind."
"No, I think Mastermind already got released," said Lucre. Drakken sighed and shook his head.
"I will not kill him," muttered Drakken under his breath. "I will not."
"Why would you want to kill the Mastermind? He's actually pretty nice. Although when he was here, he tended to put less cheese on your cheese sandwich." Lucre was off again and Drakken gently banged his head against the bars.
"One of us needs to find a way out of here," sighed Drakken. "Before I get a murder charge added."
An alien. An alien had just helped him escape from prison... Because of that horrible rap song. He cringed again. Honestly what had he been thinking? It was by far the lamest plan he'd had, and he couldn't believe Shego hadn't even used her veto on it. Still, he supposed there was some perks of its existence.
He looked around the alien ship with a broad smirk. It truly was magnificent. Warmonga looked at him with wide admiring eyes as he walked around. He removed his hand from what he thought might be a connector for the ship's power core and focused. She thought he was the Great Blue? Whoever or whatever that was exactly would aid him in his new plans. What was the harm in having two helpers? Though he didn't have to pay this one so that was already a bonus.
What if I am the Great Blue! I don't know... She doesn't know.
He hoped Shego would go with it.
"So, we head back to the prison," said Drakken confidently. Warmonga raised a brow.
"You want me to bring you back to your imprisonment chambers?" asked Warmonga in confusion. "But why?"
"No, I don't want to go back. We need to get Shego," Drakken frowned. "I should let her sit a few days though, for all the trouble."
"Who is Shego?" asked Warmonga, her brows furrowing. "The one who attacked in your call?"
"Attacked..." Drakken thought about it and gave a slight smirk. "No, she didn't... I asked her to do that... Again...she took it a little too far. It was just part of the...call."
"You asked to fight her? Ah, so she is your battle mate," said Warmonga with an understanding nod. "You were sparring."
"Yes...yes," said Drakken, anything to move things forward. "Could we move this along then?"
"Of course," said Warmonga with a large grin. "I too have a battle mate, Warhok."
"He sounds...interesting," said Drakken. The ground shook as she walked towards the controls.
Drakken looked around again and smirked. He couldn't wait to show it off to Shego. So Junior had a ship and Eddie had...whatever that monstrosity was... He had an alien and a spaceship at his disposal. He rubbed his hands together in glee. There was no stopping them now. Finally, he would be able to prove to everyone he was the true evil genius. He already had one very powerful follower and, according to Warmonga, an intergalactic army who needed a new leader.
"This will wipe that smug smirk off Shego's face," he said as he patted the ship. He fell as it jetted forward.
"Yeah, Cuz, Shego's not here, seriously," said Eddie through his cell window. "Green kicked me into the cop car and took off."
"So...Shego is...Shego is free?" asked Drakken. His heart sunk. She'd ditched him intentionally.
"Yeah, something about a vacation," said Eddie. He raised a brow. "Tough break Cuz. Hey how about springing me if you're looking to break someone out?"
"She didn't come back," Drakken muttered to himself. His mind began to spin, but he glared at Eddie. "Why on earth would I do that! You left me here too you know... With Lucre! He never shuts up!"
"Whoa, Cuz, chill... I mean it's not a big deal. Maybe I was planning on coming back too, seriously. You don't know," said Eddie, giving a broad grin. "Come on Cuz?"
"Were you?" said Drakken. He glared in anger but it turned into a smirk. "Tell you what... Maybe...just maybe... I'll come back for you. Warmonga, let's fly!"
"Wait... Cuz..." Eddie watched as the ship took off and whistled. "That's a stellar ride, seriously."
Drakken sat against the wall of the ship as Warmonga drove to the coordinates she'd been given for his old lair. Shego was on vacation?
She left me there...
He tried to search for any reason she would have left him, apart from their normal arguments. She'd gone on vacation! He glared, but his head was spinning with other emotions he couldn't place as well.
She couldn't have gone after breaking me out?!
Had she intended on coming back? She'd helped him when she'd been on vacation before, why had this time been any different? He was fighting the thoughts left and right, trying to figure out what could have possibly been her reason for abandoning him in prison.
You're a failure, that's why.
He felt his chest ache and tried to pull it back. He was not letting his own mentality take him down this time.
"I choose who I work for."
Shego's own words when they'd first met came flying back like an old piece of paper floating in front of him. She'd chosen to work with Junior and leave him, chosen to work with Motor Ed and leave him... It was clear now. She was done choosing to work with him. The emotions barreled through him like a shotgun blast, but he heard Warmonga's voice. They were at the lair. He swallowed hard and focused on the one thing that always fueled him: revenge.
Drakken coughed as he pulled himself to shore. His body was cracking and popping in defeat as he finally made it. As he slid onto the sand bar, his shoulder gave a screaming pop and he fell in agony. His breathing was labored as he stared at the night sky. He could feel the pains settle now, the adrenaline of swimming to shore finally dying off. His shoulder was out of place, his head was pounding, and his ego had been pummeled.
This is it... This is how I die...
A sand bar after being defeated by Possible, physically destroyed by Warmonga, and abandoned and betrayed by his supposedly loyal side-kick... That hurt the most. His eyes narrowed in anger, but more to stop the burning from winning.
This is why you don't trust anyone. Didn't you learn that in college? No one wants you.
He heard crunching in the sand and he didn't even have to look to know that familiar gait and scent.
"Dr. D.? You dead?" came Shego's voice. There was an air of humor to it, and it dug the knife in farther.
"Bet you'd love that." He could feel the venom in his own voice. He wasn't sure what emotion was winning right then. Perhaps he was trying to numb it, but apparently it was becoming a reflex.
"Whoa, bit dramatic," sighed Shego, and her shadow fell over him. Her hand extended. "Come on, I got an appointment to get to."
"Then go." He wasn't going to look at her. He wasn't going to let her win. He wasn't going to give in this time.
"Knock it off, let's move it. I'll help you back to the lair... What happened to it by the way—" He cut her off.
"I said. Go," he snapped. His anger was twisting and his chest was aching. Blind rage was winning. "I don't need you Shego!"
"Excuse me?" came Shego. He couldn't place the emotion in her voice. "Hey, I'm trying to help!"
"Help?" He looked at her and willed himself to stand, shoving her away as she went to help him. "Help me? Help me by what? Gloating, trashing my plans, abandoning me? Betraying me because of some weird jealousy issue you have? Yes, because that was a real help!"
"I just went on vacation," sighed Shego, but he saw her eyes narrow. "You weren't going anywhere..."
"I wasn't going... You are unbelievable, Shego." He pushed the numbness over himself again, fighting the emotions trying to overtake his anger. "You got out twice and not once did you ever think to grab me on the way. Warmonga got me out and the first thing I did was go to get you... Oh, wait, you don't remember that...because you were on vacation!"
"You are blowing this all out of proportion," said Shego. She shook her head and he could see her lips try to form a smirk or a smile. He walked past her. "Drakken?"
"Go on your vacation, Shego," said Drakken as he stumbled back towards the remains of his lair. "Go work for whoever you want. Clearly you're not choosing to work with me."
"Knock it off," he heard her groan as she walked behind him. "You did this whole alien thing yourself."
"You're right Shego, I did," said Drakken. He spun around and forced the glare on his face into a slight smirk. "I had a new plan, a new side-kick, intergalactic power in the making. The world was going to be mine... And then...you came waltzing in like nothing happened...and were the one to yank it away this time. Not Possible. You. Perhaps I had it right a long time ago. I don't need anyone else... And I certainly don't need you."
"You do too," said Shego, and Drakken couldn't recognize that tone in her voice. "You'd be lost without me stealing, and swiping, and getting you everything you need."
"You tell yourself that," said Drakken. He felt the wavering in his anger now at her green eyes burning into his own, but for once, he was stronger. "Goodbye Shego."
He turned in the sand and staggered back to the lair. He didn't look back, he didn't acknowledge her yelling after him. He didn't even flinch when green shot a few feet from him as he made his way over the rocks and towards the basement entrance. It took every ounce of will power he had not to though. His chest was pounding and the migraine was growing stronger, aiding his ears in ignoring her. He kept up an internal mantra the entire time.
I don't need her. She betrayed me.
He kept saying it over and over again as he made his way up the stairs towards the remainder of his lair, keeping it up all the way to where he got to the crumbled remains of the kitchen. The fatigue and pain sunk in again as he slid against the wall down to a sitting position, his back and body screaming. But its yells were drowned out by the emotions he held. Anger faded as fast as it had come, the numbing need lingering too long and allowing other emotions to sweep in. He felt the tears come this time; the painful sobs he hadn't let out for decades.
I don't need anyone, anyway.
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