Shego slowly moved forward, her muscles crying out in the pains of exhaustion. She groaned in pain with each slow movement she made forward. Her eyes blurred as the sweat dripped into them, making everything in the room look red as she pulled herself through the door.
Each time she moved her body pleaded her to stop, but there was something inside of her that cried out louder for her to keep going.
She stopped as her hand brushed something moist. It was still warm. Slowly she wiped the sweat from her eyes with a trembling hand.
“No…No….”
Ron turned, ducking to avoid the barrel of a shotgun, and threw his elbow into the guard’s chin, hard. The man crumpled, and dropped. Slowly he reached up and tapped the headphone he was wearing, “Office Seven C clear.” The guard had been smart by hiding behind the door, but the sound of the trigger being pulled had given him away.
The blonde shook his head. So many people relied on guns that they were helpless in a close fight. He found it disheartening to have to fight so many useless people. His body was yearning for a fight. A real fight, one that would force him to pull out all of his stops. Someone who could match him. For at least a while.
Sighing he stepped out into the hall, looking up and down the corridor. Nothing. Silently he began to tread towards the next room.
Shego held the limp, smiling form of her lover, tears dripping into the dark pool of red that spread out like a carpet across the floor.
“So…Kim wasn’t as strong as she thought.” The voice was cool, and emotionless, with a hint of cruelty.
“You….” Slowly Shego found herself rising to her feet, her legs no longer feeling weak. “BASTARD.”
Ron had to pull back as he found that the woman’s fist was now where his face used to be, lit in a green glow. “Good. Now hit me vile she-bitch, if you are able. I need a real fight!”
The woman didn’t say a word, but roared in anger as she swung again, and again, Ron found himself grinning larger and larger, the grin turning primal ash he caught one of her flaming fists. The sound of his skin searing was barely audible over the sound of their low growls.
Ron let go and the pair slowly started to circle each other, low, and animal like. Neither of them wanted to lose. They stuck at the same time, legs crossing against each other as they both went for a low sweeping kick. Both of them spun, turning to hit, one striking with an elbow, the other aiming the back of their fist at the other.
Both hits connected at the same time, but neither of them fell. Shego was the first to try to strike again, the heel of her hand slamming into the chest of her opponent. Ron wheezed, but drove his fist into her stomach, the woman doubled over for a moment, coughing as blood splattered out of her mouth.
Her coughing stopped as she stood and looked her opponent in the eyes, a savage sound escaping her lips as the green flame began to slowly slither up her arms. Ron grinned, “This should be interesting.”
Kim found herself standing in a sea of blood, the waves washing over her, staining her pale skin. She tried to shut it out, but no matter what the blood was all she could see.
Little one….
The sound of the voice was soft and gentle, like silk in the wind.
Do not worry little one. This blood will not be shed over you….that is…if you would like to go back.
Kim looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, “I can go back? Send me! Please send me!”
Very well little one. But such a gift will come with a heavy burden.
“Anything! Anything! I just want to go back to Shego once again!”
Very well little one….go back to the body that you belong to.
Shego was completely encased in her glow now, putting every ounce of herself into each punch, every kick, no matter what she had to win. She had to win…
It was something inside of her that told her to keep going, to keep trying to fight…to win.
Ron was struggling to keep the woman’s blows in check, every flaming strike forcing him back. This was a fight. This is what he had been craving.
And he wouldn’t have to block forever. The woman was slowly starting to wear down, to tire. And when she was tired enough, he would finish her.
Kim could feel something. Something she could move. Slowly she wiggled it, and found out that it was her toe. Feeling started to creep in on other parts of her body, her fingers, her ears, her nose, her lips, and the cool tasting air as she breathed in and out.
There was no sight for her. But she could feel the air around her, the blood she lay in, the heat from the woman who fought with her savage screams as she made each attack. Slowly she felt out to each sheet of paper. The blood soaked pieces responded, coming together, forming and shaping, and folding to her will.
And it struck.
Shego fell forward as the blonde avoided her punch. He was getting faster, somehow he was getting faster.
She never had a chance for another strike as a blur of motion moved past, slamming into the blonde. Slowly she stood up, the glow fading in shock as she noticed that it was made of paper.
Ron smiled as he moved clear again. Yes…the time to strike back was nearing… The woman was wearing down now. Almost cockily he stepped out of the way of a punch, and went to hit her over the head with his fist, but something large and red slammed into him, hard.
The last thing he saw was dripping red teeth.
Shego stared in awe of the paper dragon, the serpentine body had rose from the blood soaked floor, taking much of the blood with it, and spraying it forward as it slammed into it’s target, and carried it into a wall, the stone slab cracking from the momentum. Slowly she turned to where the dragon had come from, a blood stained Kim sitting there, with a confused look on her face.
The pale green woman collapsed against the red head, sobbing into her shoulder. Kim just held the woman close. The bad news could wait until the shock was over.
A/N: Epilogue chapter next, and we’re done! What do you think? Don’t worry…I promise the ending doesn’t suck.
Anyways, if you feel even remotely like tossing me a line, that’d be great! I may or may not do a short ficlet after this one, but officially this is my last Kigo fic for a while. Unofficially I got one idea to write out and post as soon as I can, but it has to wait until this one is over.
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