Kigo

In the Middle by StarvingLunatic 22

22: Axis

Lyle Townsend prided himself on many things, as he had a lot of accomplishments in his short life – at least, according to him. He was one of the top lawyers at a prestigious law firm... Well, he was up until last week. He was fired without any real reason – in his opinion anyway. Other parties would have other arguments on the matter.

His life had gone rapidly downhill after being fired and he had a feeling that it had to do with that Sheshona Go, also known as Shego, but he liked to refer to her as "that bitch." He knew she had something to do with his string of "misfortunes" because she was lovers with Bonnie Rockwaller, or "the dyke-bitch that got him unjustly fired," as he thought of her.

He would make them rue the day that they messed with him... someday, anyway. At the moment, he was too busy trying to get his life together. Although it seemed like everything was rapidly crumbling in front of him, no matter what he did.

Since losing his job, Lyle had had many "accidents" and even his trump card of an uncle, who was a congressman, could not help him. Or refused to help him, he was not sure which. He had friends in high places, not Congress-high, but high enough, and they could not or would not help him either.

The first of his many "accidents" involved the IRS, who suddenly wanted to audit him over taxes he supposedly owed. His accountant claimed to be handling it, but the way the man was not returning his phone calls did not lift his spirits. He had a sense of dread that he was going to lose some money – or worse than that if his luck continued going on as it was. And his money was one of the things he prided himself on.

His accounts at various banks had been frozen and he could not get a straight answer as to why. He was told it had something to do with the IRS, but the explanation was never crisp. His threats fell on deaf ears and really he had not had the time to follow through on any of them yet because of other misfortunes that just did not seem to stop coming his way.

Continuing on with his horrible brush with fate, after his debacle with the banks, there was his wonderful car. It had been imported right from Germany... and was probably on its way back there right now. Something about it being stolen and he was looking into it. It was a ridiculous story, but it got his car taken from him. He was making time to try to get the car back, but he kept getting the run around from everyone.

After losing his car, Lyle suddenly found himself losing his home, too. He owned – well, used to own – a fabulous condo, which he had recently been kicked out of. He was certain he was illegally evicted, but when he reviewed the contract he signed for living in the building that his condo was in, he found out there were grounds for his ejection.

Apparently, there had been vermin in his apartment. In fact, he woke up with a rat resting on his chest. There had been complaints against the state that he kept his home, which he had never heard about until he was being tossed out on his ass for filthiness that affected the whole building. So, in less than a week, he was homeless, jobless, and penniless. And he just knew "that bitch," also known as Shego, was the reason for all of his misery.

"I won't let that fucking bitch win. I'll give her back ten times worse than what she gives me," Lyle vowed, sitting on a park bench. If only he knew that this was just the beginning of his "misfortunes."

He seethed, thinking about what he would do to Shego and that little dyke Bonnie. He would make Shego watch as he set Bonnie straight. The very idea put a crooked smile on his face.

"Yeah, I'll make her watch and then I'll do her just the same," he decided before a police officer came and made him move along from the bench. "Hey, this is a public space," he hissed.