Diary,
I swear to the heavens I’m going to beat Hego senseless with a two-by-four. He keeps accusing me of being too violent. So what if I punch someone’s lights out? Especially after being sliced across my torso with a frikkin’ chainsaw?
I’m only as violent as the bastards we take down. Which just so happens they tend to be like a slasher flick. And besides, I didn’t see anyone chasing –him- with a chainsaw, or twin laser swords, katanas, plasma cannons, sickles, or any other remotely dangerous object these idiots seems to be able to grab and swing.
I’m getting really sick of it. People keep assuming that since I’m a chick they can beat the crap out of me without a problem. So what if I beat the crap out of them instead?
And Hego is still an idiot.
Shego sighed as she faced off against her latest foe. Rabid Ferret or something equally stupid. It was getting old really. Hego would bust in, and take out whatever doomsday device, or power source, or sea of henchmen the villain had, Mego would work on trying to find proof that this latest villain really did intend on wrecking the city, and sometimes the planet, namely because the court system had a tendency to release them on lack of evidence otherwise, Wego wrecked –anything- and –everything- they could, which left Shego, facing a psychopath. Sometimes a psychopath with a hostage, sometimes not.
She was the real reason the villain actually got trounced. But it was always ‘Team Go’ who saved the day as far as everyone else knew. She cracked her neck with a twist, “Alright Rodent Boy, give up and I won’t smear you across the pavement.”
“Ooo….I’m scared of a little chick in green…Please don’t hurt me,” the man snarled as he stood, clawed gloves loosely opened as he faced her, “I’m a master of the mystical Ferret-No-Jutsu. I don’t think you stand a chance.”
The two charged into battled.
“That’s the problem…” Shego leaned out of the way of a slash and brought her knee into the man’s stomach. Sure plasma was easier, but this made it fun.
“You…” He recovered, and stabbed the claws as her stomach, two of which hit, causing Shego to grimace in pain.
“Don’t…” Blood spurted then trickled out of the new wounds as she grabbed the offending hand and pulled it out of her, followed by twisting the wrist it was connected too.
“Think.” He was on his knees, and fear was in his eyes, as her leg came up, across his face. The grip on the wrist kept it from going anywhere though, and the arm popped free if the socket with a sickening noise. She let it go as the Rabid Ferret, now the Injured Ferret withered in pain.
“Shego, why do you use excessive violence on our foes?” Hego asked as the Ferret was loaded in an ambulance, sans his weapons, for medical care.
“Because they do moron. He –fucking- -STABBED- me.”
“It doesn’t mean you need to stoop to their level.”
“For the love of Christ! Has getting giant muscles made you that stupid? Seriously! I had to stop the fight as quickly as possible, lest he drag those damned claws across something more important, like my neck.”
Three days. She didn’t talk to Hego for three days. It didn’t bother her really, it actually kept her from punching his face in. He, on the other hand, was mortified. Wego and Mego were terrified of her now.
It was good enough. Good enough to keep her from wanting to beat her brothers until they urinated blood for a month.
It wasn’t their fault. Not entirely. The standard family squabbles where just more –intense- with superpowers. And the lack of parental figures around didn’t help.
Shego lay on her bed in her room and curled into the fetal position. Tears threatened to pour down her cheeks. Her parents…the casualties of the incident that had given her the very abilities she flaunted. It was a gift she now cherished. It was a dying gift of sorts from them, or at least that’s what she told herself to keep herself from crying to sleep at night.
It rarely worked.
Dr. Tormentor. She hated that guy. Without a doubt she absolutely hated him. It was beyond a simple hatred, it was a deep seated hatred that caused her blood to light on fire when she faced him.
He was the only villain to ever defeat her in a fight, not to mention he had a nasty fetish with knives.
Well knives and carving people up. People named Shego.
She repressed her rage as she looked him in the eyes. Rain was ruining the bounce her usually had, but she didn’t care. He was casually twirling a blade like nothing was wrong. Like he wasn’t losing. Like Shego was nothing.
Her blood began to light itself on fire again. Once again she repressed the rage. She had plenty of time to be angry later when it didn’t matter. Getting angry now was foolish. Getting angry now could be another knife through her spine.
It had taken a month and a half for her ‘super-healing’ ability to recover from that. And that was only because he hadn’t completely severed the nerve tissue. She had been reckless and had gotten lucky. It was not the time to make that mistake again.
“So, the little girl can still walk. What a surprise.”
He was baiting.
“I can walk, talk, and still look damn fine, despite that little cut you gave me.”
A weak, but working defense.
“Hmpf. You’re lucky that you can even talk. So why are you here exactly?” He waved a knife wielding hand non-chalantly, like nothing mattered.
“Because you’re holding the city hostage with some kind of new bomb?”
“Ahhh…yes, the Hyper Death Bomb Mk VI.”
“Hyper Death?” Shego’s inner skeptic was aroused.
“Yes, it’s like regular death, but with 20 more hyper and 73 more death.”
A vein in her forehead threatened to pop and leak over her brain, “How in the fucking hell can you have 73 more death?”
He shrugged, “Bought it off Evil Auctions dot com. Some guy named ‘Drakken’ made it.”
She shook her head, “Alright, enough chit chat, can we just skip to the kick ass fight scene now?”
“Alright, but don’t blame me if you end up in a wheel chair like Stephen Hawking.”
“Who?”
The conversation ended with that, and the fight began. There was no witty banter, and their wet clothes creaked and hissed as they stretched and pulled away from their wearer’s skin as they lunged. His blade was fast, but Shego had gotten better since that previous encounter. She weaved, her hands a flame, the water hissing as it hit the green fire. Their bodies where in an intricate and deadly dance now as they attacked and counter-attacked. Shego was gaining new sets of red lines over her body as she twisted away from each of his strikes, the blade grazing her, but just barely.
He wasn’t doing much better as her flaming hands charred his wet clothes, and occasionally torched a patch of skin as he bent out of the way. “You know,” Dr. Tormentor said, a grin on his face, “This is almost erotic.”
It was just enough to distract her. A blade was lodged through her wrist. Shego hissed and the flame went out.
“Weak as ever I see.”
She snarled, letting the urge to become a feral creature creep over her. The blade came free as she pulled the knife out. Shego repressed a scream with every shred of being she had as she forced the fire back into being, it scorching the injured flesh, cauterizing the new wound.
“Fuck off.” She swung and missed and a new knife was in his hands. It grazed the back of her arm, but didn’t do much damage as she twisted her hand, and grabbed his arm. The flame licked about his flesh as it boiled under the flame.
She could hear his scream of pain as he clutched his smoking arm in pain. “BITCH!”
As all things do the violent dance began again. This time it wasn’t as beautiful. It was fierce, it was savage. It was powered by hate and anger. Good and evil became overlapping, neither one identifiable from each other as the two duked it out.
Somewhere away from them Hego shouted in triumph as the giant orb he had dismantled was disarmed. It had taken a lot of help from Mego, while the Wego had kept the thugs busy. His joy was quickly quenched by the sight of his sister.
Her feral urge had won not. There was no more fire, just savage talon like fingers, and deadly limbs lashing out at the villain.
The villain was slowing down. He had known he was defeated at the sight of the dismantled orb. He feinted with a jab at her head, and backed up. Too far for Shego’s comfort.
“You finally beat me. You finally truly beat me. I spent everything on that bomb.” He shook his head. “Well seeing as that won’t matter in a moment, I’d like to say you royally suck bitch.” And he leaned back. Somehow he fought his body’s urge to right itself and started falling.
Shego was over the edge after him. Careful timing and a bad habit of being knocked off buildings helped as she dug her now flaming hand into the side of the building as she grabbed his wrist. Her shoulders threatened to lose themselves from their sockets as the sudden weight and stop pulled on them.
“Can’t even let me die, can you bitch.” The man’s voice was cold, lifeless. He was dead on the inside now. And urged to be the same on the outside.
“No. Even someone as fucked up as you doesn’t deserve to die. No one deserves to die.”
“Either way, enjoy life bitch.” He managed to lift himself up by his restrained arm and drove a blade into her arm. Her grip automatically loosened as pain set in. Nerves fired, and she reached for him, but it was too late. He had fallen too far. She couldn’t keep her eyes off the sight as the body continued to drop, and even after it collided with the pavement below she stared at it.
Slowly, and numbly she began to climb back up. Death was stalking her it seemed. Making her suffer, as one by one it snuffed everything. Her greatest nemesis, an old man who had befriended her, even her parents were nothing to the violent specter it seemed.
Hego was there at the top of the building, and helped pull her up over the side wall. His mouth never said a word, but his eyes gave away the simple truth. He blamed her for it. She looked away, and realized the knife was still in her arm. With a grunt she pried it out, blood spraying out before settling down to a trickle.
Fast clotting blood was a great thing to have.
She didn’t look at her brother, and shuffled, her mind reeling from what had happened as the knife slowly dropped from her limp fingers.
Diary,
Hego and I have reached dangerous levels of friction now. I know he hates me now. Hates me for not being able to save the man. God knows I tried.
I’m sorry about the tears. I’m tired of crying. Tired of being weak.
Hell I’ve been everything. I’ve been the innocent victim, the rouge who had to steal sometimes to survive, even a hero, so I’m going to be something I’ve never been before.
A villain.
It’s taken some digging, but I’ve tracked down that guy named Drakken. Some kind of self-proclaimed diabolical genius it seems. I’m going to try and get a job with him. He doesn’t know who I am, plus he’s the only villain I know of who doesn’t currently have a vendetta against me.
I’m keeping the cat suit design for my outfit. It’s a good idea considering the thing is practically a second skin now. The mask goes though. Blech, I’ve always despised the thing anyways.
I don’t suppose ‘Sara’ is very intimidating is it? Didn’t think so. So we’ll stick with Shego, okay?
Well Diary, wish me luck. This is a brave new world, and someone has to beat it back into place.
Well that’s it. That’s everything. Fight scene hopefully isn’t as weak I know some of those who like to read my stuff enjoyed the previous attempt I had done at one, but I think this works better. I know it’s too short for most people’s comfort, but as it stands that’s all this was planned to be, a short fic that introduced a woman, explained how she got her powers, lost her parents, became a hero, then fell literally too and became a villain.
Hopefully it was enjoyable reading, despite the short chapters and overall short fan fiction. Oddly enough I’m a little amused how it broke down to three chapters and oddly enough three tragedies so well.
Anyways, review if you like, but if you don’t I won’t feel ill will towards your person. ;;