“My my my…Are we on our way to Grandma’s house?”
Shego frowned, “I’m not Little Red Riding Hood Dad. Besides you hard qualify as the Big Bad Wolf.”
The man slid down onto the bench beside the woman. He in a word was average. When a person looked at him it was nearly impossible to describe him. His face was soft, but had sharp points in it, his hair was almost dark, but wasn’t. Even his eyes were hard to describe. In a word he was average. “You like my new look by the way? It’s what the comet gave me…a new face, and a realization that I am bound to die in the most horrific way possible. And if I have to die like that, everyone should die horrifically. Ever last person.”
“Rather hard seeing as Mom is dead and kicking.”
Troy smiled, running his fingers through his hair that was just long enough to curl around his fingers, but not long enough to do much more than that. “I know, and I intend to fix that as well.”
Shego looked at the ground, watching a line of ants trail past her foot, “It’d be interesting to see you try.”
The man’s smile was grim now as he leaned towards her, just a little, “You can see if you’d like…I could always use some help.”
The woman leaned back and looked up at the clouds over head, “Sure…Mom needs to understand the pain she caused me…needs to understand how wrong she was to emotionally stab me like that.” She frowned and crushed some of the ants, the rest scurrying around in a panicked frenzy. “I’m all for it, as long as we punish her without mercy.”
“Good…we start at dawn.”
Kim trudged through the front door, trying to hold herself together. Her puffy eyes and messy hair told Anne that she had been crying. Which was never good.
“Honey….you didn’t find her did you?” Anne got up from the love seat, ignoring the splayed woman on the couch and hugged her daughter, who met her half-way.
“No…And I’m worried…Did she go back to Drakken? Is she hurt? Is she on vacation? Is…Is she dead…?” the girl sniffled as she choked out the last part.
“Shh…She’ll be alright if she is half the person you’ve said she is. After all your stories of her and you fighting have been something that used to worry me…but after meeting her…I don’t think she’s so bad.”
The girl looked up into her mother’s accepting eyes, “Really?”
The woman nodded, “Really.”
Dawn came faster than Shego expected. She could understand that was already dark out when she met her father on a small bench in that school playground, but she had never expected the sun to rise so quickly.
She shifted to her feet and stretched, her spine letting out a series of pops as she reached upward. Her arms dropped to her sides as she heard foot steps through the tall grass she was standing in. “So…ready to begin Dad?”
The man smiled in a way that made Shego’s skin crawl and her stomach uneasy, “Absolutely dear.”
It took a while to get to the Possible residence, but only because Troy insisted on walking to the home, despite the distance.
What kind of villain walks everywhere? Wait…he’s insane, why else would he want to level the Earth? Figures that insanity runs in the family.
“Well honey, why don’t you see if your mother can come out and play?”
Shego’s fists lit up as she started to smile, “My pleasure.”
There are very few things that can bring a person from partially to fully awake faster than caffeine. And even fewer that are more pleasurable.
Having your front door explode inwards is one way to do just that, without any pleasure at all.
“Knock-knock,” Shego stepped through the hole she had made, a sadistic grin on her face. “Can Mommy come out and play?”
Shannon was on her feet, the explosion having awoken her mind and senses completely. Kim was behind her, and Anne was holding her daughter back, but she ignored them. This wasn’t about the Possible Clan. It was personal. It was a family problem.
“Sara, I’m not sure what has gotten into you, but I raised you to behave better than this!”
“Bullshit! You raised me to be some happy little homemaker! Not only that, you slept with the mother of a woman I cared about! You always frowned on my being a lesbian, but you, you fucking whore…YOU KNEW I couldn’t help it!” Shego was nearly drooling as she spit out the words. She paused and wiped her mouth, the green glow hissing as the spit disappeared.
Shannon fingered the sword that was tucked through the holster in the back of her jeans. “Sara…”
“Yes…Sara, why don’t you let your mother know how much pain she’s caused you? Make sure she hurts like you do!” Troy’s hand rested on his daughter’s shoulder, “Or rather the pain she caused us.”
Shego’s face twisted in pain, her mouth moving as a small gurgle came out. A small patch of red started to form on the front of her suit, and it got larger, until it covered her front as she dropped to her knees, then slumped forwards, an ivory handle sticking out of her back.
“Like the dagger dear? I bought a whole supply of them at a flea market. Damascus steel makes for a great blade.”
Shannon’s blade was free now and she lunged at the man she once loved. The shining blade was caught by another ivory handled dagger that Troy held as he backed out the door, allowing them room to fight.
“So Troy, you finally show up, but you kill our daughter? What’s gotten into you this time?”
The man smiled, a dagger in each hand, extended downward, making it easier to block with the blades lined up with his forearms. “Gotten into me? I’ve seen my hell Shannon. I know what waits for me when I die. And I intend to let everyone see their own fates as well. That includes you my dear wife!” With the last word her lunged, slashing her neck.
She gurgled as she spoke and twisted to one side, trying to strike him, his second blade deflecting hers, “You can’t kill me Troy. I’m already dead!”
Troy’s face twisted as blood started to trickle down his forearm. Fucking ‘Holy Weapons’. “That the best you got you undead BITCH?” He made a quarter turn and trust, the blade driving into her stomach. A slight twist and Shannon grimaced in pain as he pulled the dagger back, bits of flesh and organ caught on the blade.
Shannon gurgled again, laughing a little this time, “Best I got? Troy I’ve got more than you can ever handle.” It was hard to see what she meant until he saw her blade was over his head now, edge up. His hand separated from his wrist and slid off, blood draining out in spurts.
Troy pulled back, pulling his belt off with his free hand, and tightening around his upper arm, pulling it tight. He sliced off the extra length of the belt after it was tightened into place. “No…no killing me yet dear. A small arterial bleed isn’t going to stop me. Even if I can’t feel the blade pass through me, thanks to whatever “blessings” it’s had, but I do feel the pain of the wound.”
“What’s your point Troy?” The gurgle was gone now, the trench in her throat almost gone as well.
“That I’m not done yet!”
Shannon dropped with an ivory handle sticking out of her head.
“But apparently you are.”
Kim was holding the bloody woman who had blown in the front door in. Granted Shego had been more violent than she had been before, she hadn’t deserved her fate.
Yes, Troy had torn Shego from her, and Kim wasn’t going to let him get away with it.
A/N: And so I end this bloody, gruesome chapter on a sad note. Just makes you wonder where it’s going, and what kind of influences caused such a mess. Well I blame movies like ‘The Cell’, ‘Sin City’, hell ‘Dogma’ too. There are a LOT violent movie bits out there that influences some of this. So needless to say I’m having fun with this all.