Kim shuddered as she held the limp body in her arms. There was no heartbeat in the woman’s form, no breath on her lips now. She was gone.
The teenager jerked the ivory handled blade free and stood up. Her love’s blood stained her pajamas, but it wasn’t something that bothered her right now. The man standing over his wife’s corpse was.
Nature has quite a few shows of power it can give, but few can top the explosive force of that teenager when she’s upset. The teenager was on top of him in a moment, the blade lashing out at his neck, but it wasn’t there anymore.
“So the bitch’s lover’s daughter wants to play too?” His face held no pleasure now, “So be it.” He swung the stump of an arm and it connected with her face, knocking her to the ground.
“You see, I don’t have anything left to stop me. With that bitch dead, the world is mine.”
Kim grinned, “Good, we have something in common.”
He raised an eyebrow as the teenager got to her feet, noting the very disturbed smile on her face as she stood half-slack. “And what would that be?”
“There’s nothing left to stop either of us.” Her slack muscles tightened, rippling slightly as she quivered in excitement. She pounced, the dagger sinking into his mid-section, he groaned as in pain, his dagger connecting with her side.
The two split apart, holding the ivory handles that stuck out of each other them, trying to decide to draw the blades and risk bleeding to death, or to take it to a more personal level.
“Why can’t you just die like a good little cunt?” Troy was having trouble standing now the tip of the blade had stopped just short of his spine. There was no way to stop the slow bleeding unless he pulled the blade free, and put a pressure dressing in, but he’d still have blood pooling up inside of him.
“Because I’m not a cunt, you fucking dick! I’m Kim Possible, the woman who loved your daughter apparently more than you did!” She was frothing at the mouth now, as she tried to stand. The blade had missed anything important, but it still hurt like hell to have it stuck inside of her like it was.
The two opponents were ready to go again, neither sure how they were going to fight, but each sure they were going to do just that, and win.
Anne’s mind was reeling as she tried to make sense of what lay in front of her. Shego is…dead….Kim’s fighting Troy…and Troy may have just killed Shannon…again…And I can’t fight to save myself…not to mention my daughter…God…someone needs to step in and help where I can’t.
God…help my daughter…
As if Anne’s silent plea for help was answered, help came.
Troy and Kim were trying to choke each other out when it happened. Troy never felt the blade enter him, but only demons could feel the bite of a blessed blade, but he could feel the pain the blade caused as it entered him again and again.
He let go of the teenager and slumped to his knees, the blade pulling out of his back as he dropped. “How…Shannon?”
“Easy dear…when you kill someone by stabbing their brain you need to destroy the brain stem, like THIS!” The last words were spit out as she drove the blade cleanly through his neck, the head rolling free, a small spray of blood following it.
Kim was numb as she stared at the dead woman in front of her. The woman’s left side was limp, and the white handle was still sticking out of the right side of her head. By all accounts the woman should have been dead, but since she was already dead it made sense in a strange way to still see her standing despite the blade in her brain.
“Kim…quite staring…Help me get over to Sara…please…”
The teenager nodded numbly and wrapped an arm around the woman’s middle, wrapping the limp left arm over her shoulder.
They made their way slowly over to the fallen woman in the doorway. Anne was still standing where Kim had left her, by the stairs, shaking like a leaf. “Anne…dear…I’m sorry….but I need to say good-bye.”
“What…What do you mean Shannon?”
Shannon slumped to her knees next to her daughter, and started to glow, her body bathed in a white light, that spread to her daughter. The light was too bright to look at now, rivaling the brightness of the sun.
Shego was walking the green hall again. She knew this hall. It was the same one that was in every one of her nightmares since she had since she had been hit by the comet. She knew how it’d play out too.
A dark mass of a creature would show up and she’d fight it, and lose.
She always lost. The shadow of it was over her, and she turned to fight it as she always did. It was a losing battle from the start every time, but she refused to go down without fighting. It wasn’t her style to go with a whimper, but with a bang. A bang that the whole world would feel.
A gentle hand rested on her shoulder, glowing with a white light. She turned her head and saw her mother, who smiled to her. Shego turned back to the creature and saw that it was her father beneath the vibrating, shifting mass of darkness.
It wasn’t even a question where to turn, and who to fight. Her fists where glowing stronger than she could ever remember as she launched herself at the mass and started slashing, clawing and punching the mass, trying to wear it down, trying to stop it.
It threw her off, the floor making a small crater around her as she impacted. Slowly she slid to her feet, her fists where brighter now, the green almost white. Shannon was gone, but Shego still felt her mother’s presence as she attacked again, each attack causing her fists to flare brighter still, the green turning into white, until it made Shego squint to see the mass she was attack.
Parts were falling off of it now as she kept attacking, the bits and pieces melting and hissing as they hit the green floor.
The light flared down as she realized she was swinging at air, nothing left to hit, nothing left to fight.
For the first time she could remember since the nightmare had begun she had won.
“Shego…? Can you hear me?”
Her body hurt all over, every pore felt like it was one fire. But she could hear the red headed teenager who was the only thing she could see. “Yeah Pumpkin…I can hear you…Why does everything hurt so much?”
The teenager moved a little, wincing slightly, “Something your mother did…it was like you were a Phoenix…she…her glow…it brought you back…”
“What do you mean ‘brought me back’?” Shego slowly slid up, noticing the destruction around her, a twinge of guilt for what she did. “I’ll pay for a new door by the way.”
“Shego…your father killed you. Your mother brought you back…but she died completely for it…” Kim bit her lip, trying to avoid the woman’s shocked stare.
A shocked stare that spotted a white handle sticking out of the teenager’s side. “You…You’re hurt….”
“A gift from your father….I’ll go to the hospital in a little bit…” Kim looked at the floor, trying to avoid the concerned look of the woman who until a short time ago was dead.
“No…I’ll get it…if you’ll let me…But it’ll hurt a lot…”
The teenager pulled the blade out, grimacing as blood started to slowly pour out of the wound. Shego felt relieved that it wasn’t arterial, and inhaled deeply. It took a moment to steel her self and she drove two fingers into the found, igniting them at the same time.
Kim didn’t scream though, her face twisted in pain as Shego drew the fingers out slowly, the wound sealing shut as the energy cauterized it. “That’s a good girl…always strong…”
“Shego….your…glow….it’s not green….”
Kim’s words were hoarse as she spoke, but Shego saw that the girl was right. Her glow was white.
She stood up and looked in the mirror, trying to come to terms with it all.
“Mom did more than just save my life…she gave me a new one…I’m not green anymore…”
A/N: Alright, so we come to the REAL reason why the story is called Second Chances.
And I’m probably going to get beaten up for what I did too.