“You didn’t have to do it.” Shego sighs as she holds the teen heroine up. “You could have let me go.” Kim looks up at her with eyes full of sorrow and shakes her head.
”I love you.” Shego continues as she strokes a lock of Kim’s fiery red hair, ignoring the bright red liquid spreading over the hero’s clothes.
“I love you too.” Kim mumbles, her eyes closing and her voice strained. “But I couldn’t…let you…”
”Why do you always have to be the hero Kim? One more job and that was it! I told you…I promised you! After this there wasn’t gonna be another time. I was going straight…for you.” Kim’s expression told her everything.
She couldn’t let her and Drakken win, not once. Not even if it meant they could finally be together. She was a hero till the end; an end that Shego had caused. She hadn’t expected her lover to attack her; she had presumed it was a global justice agent and had released her fury on it, burning her plasma in to its midriff. A single scream of pain had brought her to the reality of the situation and the identity of her attacker.
It took her a few moments to realise the scream had been her own. In defence against Shego’s attack the redhead had grabbed a nearby Stanley knife from one of Drakken’s worktops and held it out to ward her off, not anticipating Shego to continue forward and to become impaled on the blade. They slump to the ground and crawl in each other’s embrace, blood seeping from the vicious burn to Kim’s stomach, while Shego slumps against her, her own blood pouring from her wound.
”Forgive me.” One of them pleads, but the other no longer hears her. She no longer breathes nor moves; she no longer has loving smiles or tender kisses for her archenemy and lover.
Shego is dead, and Kim Possible, with her bloodstained hands and teary eyes, is her killer.
End.