Kim leaned against a wall, heart slowly returning to normal. Usually she was so calm, so in control, so collected…but that woman, Shego’s sister, frightened her. Everything else she had ever faced….ever done….she always had a chance, no matter how small, of success. But that woman was like a phantom…She couldn’t be touched.
The red head’s body trembled as she forced herself to stand up straight. It wasn’t the time to be afraid. Shego was risking everything to protect her. It was time to risk everything to save Shego.
Shego blocked the blur of a foot that belonged to her sister with her forearm. Parts of her were bleeding, as she breathed heavily. Blood was trailing down from one of her eyelids, causing her to keep it close, some of the blood now dry enough to hold it there too.
The glows were gone now. The energies where to opposite for them to exist in the same space, the forceful power of Shego’s glow being undermined by the passive nature of Iigo’s made it obvious that they were going to have to do it the old fashioned way.
But sometimes it paid to be old fashioned.
Iigo ignored the blood trickling from her mouth. Her entire way of fighting relied on her ability to phase, but now she was being pushed past her limits just to hold her own. Dodging an incoming punch she stepped in with a right hook, aiming for her sister’s head.
The blow didn’t get a chance to connect as a knee slammed into her gut.
Blood spattered out as the air rushed out of her.
Pulling herself upright she glared at the traitor before her and lunged into combat again.
Kim stared at the numbers as they slowly clicked upwards. It was the only place that really made sense for the person in charge to be.
Ron slipped the dark jacket on. Finally he was leading a team, where he belonged. Slipping the small pistol into the belt holster he grinned. It was mandatory for him to carry it; it didn’t mean he had to use it, or even keep it loaded.
Tonight was going to be fun.
The elevator doors slid open silently, opening to a short hall with an open door. Tentatively the red head stepped forward, looking around for anything that may hint of a trap.
When she reached the door, a female voice could be heard, “Come in.”
Heart pounding she entered the office.
Shego fell back as a knee smashed into her groin, sending a sharp jolt of pain, then an odd sensation of numbness in her legs. Slowly she dropped her eyes wide in shock.
“So you’re the one who’s attacked my family…twice now. And killed one of my children.” The woman stood up, slowly, a black light flickering over her, off then on. “He’ll be fine though. What I want to know is why you broke into my home, and stole my child from me!”
Kim felt her mouth moving, but it was a moment before her voice came to her. “You…You had a book…One that the Library considered to be a danger to the country to be left in unsecured hands. It…It was my job to take it from you. Your daughter wanted to come with me…It….It was better than having to kill someone for the book…”
The woman turned, “I see…So…why are you here now?”
Kim bit her lip, trying to find her voice to answer.
The woman was closer now, anger clearly written on her face, “Why. Are. You. Here. Now?”
“I….love…her….” Kim’s voice was barely a whimper as the words passed her lips.
“I see…”
Iigo kneeled next to her sister, who was struggling to stand back up. “I’m sorry…it appears I may have hit an important artery. Don’t worry…I’ll make sure that Father doesn’t skimp out on the funeral.”
Shego rocked back a little, and lunged forward, her head slamming into her sister’s face, blood starting to gush from the other woman’s nose almost immediately. Iigo clutched her face, and got up, throwing a kick at her sister’s face.
The foot was poorly aimed, and easily caught. A sharp twist and the bones snapped.
“Your funeral can come first…Dearest Sister.” Shego lunged, driving all of her body weight onto her sister’s throat as she knocked the other woman over.
“So….you want to tear my family apart? Is that it?”
Kim felt herself cringe from the tone of the woman’s voice, “No….Nothing like that at all.”
A black glow flickered over the woman again, “Then why steal my daughter? Why kill my son? Why would you come back here for someone who isn’t meant for you?”
Kim forced herself calm, “Because I love her…and she has every right to make her own choices.”
The black glow began to take shape, “I think you may need to rethink your point of view when dealing with someone who holds the power of death and healing in her very hands.” A black scythe was now in her hands.
Kim swallowed, and formed a curved sword in her hands, the papers rustling down the sleeves of her clothes. “And you may need to understand that I may have not come here armed…but it doesn’t make me any less dangerous.”
“Cute trick, lets see how well that paper holds up against me!” The woman was fast.
But so was Kim, the paper sword locking against the curved blade.
“Very well little girl. Let’s play.”
A/N: And thus this chapter ends. I hope to get Chapter Twelve done soon, but I can’t promise anything. As always, reviews are the little things that make my creativity work, so please comment about something you like, or don’t like about the story. Heck, I even answer questions!