Kim Possible: A Beautiful Death

Lost in the Echo

Shego stepped through her portal, directly onto the grassy field. She stood still, putting her knuckles on her hips, as she began to look around. Drakken dropped down behind her, stopping and looking around curiously. On this side of the world, snow was still six months away. They were in Peru, near the sight of the destroyed temple. Not only were there ancient ruins, but there were also signs that a village used to rest here. She could tell by the old abandoned huts and dug-in homes.

"Ah... how I've missed this.." She breathes in deeply, a smile on her face and her arms stretched out. "Peru? Of all places, you pick Peru? Couldn't you have picked somewhere like Hawaii? Or I don't know—the Caribbean?" Drakken complained, as he looked at the boring and old landscape. "This is my birthplace... where I truly became a God." She ignored his comment, and began walking forward. She burnt black prints into the ground with each step she took.

The two walked toward the temple, and stopped right at it's collapsed base. "Would ya look at that, it's destroyed." Drakken said, scratching the top of its head. "You fool. It matters not." The Reaver barked at Drakken through Shego. "What I have to acquire, still awaits me." She then looked back at the destroyed ruins, and raised her arms even with her shoulders, palms facing the sky.

Her flaming body began to levitate, as she smiled evilly. Nearly twelve feet in the air, she stopped and stretched her arms out to aim at the ruins. A black fire burned deeply in the middle of the ruble, starting to spread. Putting her hands together for only an instant, she quickly separated them back to her sides. The black flames then spread faster than any disease, and then extinguished themselves. As the fires ran out, the stone remains were completely turned to ash, being blown to the side by the wind.

"I've come to like this new body of mine.." She smiled evilly, watching the ash blow away in success. Still hovering, she then looked around the base, hoping to find what she was looking for. "Ahh... finally." She stopped looking, after spotting a small staircase. She hovered back to the ground, right in front of the stairs. She began to step down, lighting the way by igniting her hand in green flames.

"Come. I will require your assistance." The ancient demon said, ordering her servant to follow her. He looked around one last time in disgust, then did as he was told. His heavy steps down the stairs nearly shook the secret tunnel, annoying Shego to no end. "What is this place?" He then asked.
"Those fools who discovered this chamber years ago didn't even make it far enough to find this secret path. The incompetent children who were here only days ago failed as well. Under these ground was where I made my ascent to godhood." She said, as she looked down and saw the last step coming up.

At the end of the vine-covered staircase was a stone tunnel that lead into a chamber, equivalent in size to the one Team Possible had raided only days before. But the inside was different. Where the large tomb was in the previous chamber, this one was missing. There was a massive unused fountain in the middle of the room, the water shining turquoise light on the ceiling above. "Yes... the fountain of the eternal sprint." She smirked with her sharp teeth, as she ran her fingers along the edge of the stone.

She stopped walking, and leaned in the fountain to look inside. "The waters still run as fresh as they did so long ago." She was overcame with joy, and leaned back out of it. "It's only missing one thing.." She stopped, then turned to look at the monstrous Drakken. Even he looked at her with fright, seeing her disturbing and sharp smile.

She quickly reached her claws up, and sliced Drakken along his massive bicep. He yelled in pain, as the drops of his now tainted blood spilt over the edge, falling into the waters. He hissed in pain, as he looked at his arm, grabbing it with his opposite hand. As he was focused on his fresh scars, Shego paid no attention to him. She was staring at the fountain with delight, watching the exotic waters react to his blood.