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The Twelve	By : immo Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Kim/Shego Views: 8210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Sixth and the Second
A Kim Possible Fanfiction
immo

Author's note: Told you this was gonna be continued. I just got... sidetracked. Yeah. :P

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"Tim, bro, hang on." Jim said with a quavering voice. He was stuck in a cage, while his brother had been stripped down to his underwear and hung up, half-suspended in the air, shivering from the cold the night brought. Tim twitched, waking up at the sound of his brother's voice. He opened his one good eye to look at his brother. His other eye was swollen shut.
"Dun... worrhee 'bout 'ee..." Tim slurred his words, his mouth was a bloodly mess and his back was in ribbons. They had tortured him until he couldn't scream any more. And they had made Jim watch.
"I'll kill them. I'll kill them, those assholes!" Jim's voice hitched, so he had to stop talking. Crying wasn't going to do any good. He could feel himself losing control and it wasn't a good feeling at all. He had tried his best to maintain some semblance of order after his sister had been kidnapped, and his discipline and training helped that illusion. But now, with his brother strung up and bleeding, Jim felt raw and naked. He couldn't control anything. He couldn't do anything.
Since they had been brought here, things had turned ugly. These people meant business. Drakken, Tigger and their guest were missing, so Jim assumed the worst and no amount of screaming got his questions answered.
As the leader of this clan had said, "We ask the questions. And you BETTER have our answers."
Jim and Tim didn't have the answers, though. So they had dragged Tim out and beat him for every time they couldn't get an answer. Only the leader seemed to get joy out of beating the crap out of Tim, though. The rest of the hunters looked troubled. Especially the one who had been in charge of bringing them in.
They had been drugged and had woken up trussed up and groggy with people dressed, in Jim's opinion, like ninjas surrounding them. Only these ninjas were dressed in greens, blacks and browns, sort of a forest-version ninja.
"You're awake, I see." One of the ninjas said with heavily accented Chinese. He smiled in amusement at him. "Your brother and I have been having a nice talk. We're glad to see you're alright."
"What..." Jim looked around and saw Tim a stone's throw away being transported in a tiny cramped cage. As was he, Jim noticed.
"Jim. They're taking us for a little bit of a ride." Tim called out from his cage, seemingly quite carefree and enjoying the company. "This is Lang."
The man who had been speaking before gave a polite nod. "I'm sorry to have to bring you in like this, but my father has... requested that you and your friends join us."
Jim gave his brother a look that Tim quickly interpreted. Being practically joined at the hips since birth had made it very easy for them to read each.
'Where's the rest of our guys?'
'Far as I know, they didn't get them.' Tim signalled. The twins were securely locked in. Whoever these guys were, they knew how to grab someone and make sure they didn't escape. As they travelled, Lang kept up a short conversation with Tim, which Jim barely followed as he tried to look for a way to escape or loosen his bonds. The men carrying them moved swiftly and quietly. Once, Jim felt a ripple of silent communications pass between their captors and their subsequent quickening pace, but that was all.
"What's happening?" Tim piped up, watching the scenery of greens pass by even faster.
Lang smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry if the ride's gotten a little bumpy, but it seems like our cousins, the monks, have found out we've taken you and are pursuing. They're a good ways back, but we want to make sure they don't get too close."
The guards that had been shadowing them suddenly tightened their circle around the cage. Some had slipped away, Jim guessed, maybe to keep the people following them away.
"We're almost there, anyways."
And in a few seconds, the woods thinned and a path appeared, leading them to where they needed to go. When Jim looked up, he thought he could see men hiding in the trees, watching this little procession carefully. A man was standing off to the side, and as soon as the cage and its guards pulled alongside him, he fell down to one knee gracefully. Their party slowed to a stop and Lang motioned for the man to rise.
"Deliver your message." Lang spoke in a dialect of Chinese, thought long lost to the world, but alive and well in the tiny village of hunters.
"Your father killed two monks that had been accompanying the abbot. The abbot has managed to escape with his remaining three vanguards." The man looked up at Lang plaintively, obviously lost and unsure of how to proceed. Despite the shocking news, the Asian man didn't allow any of the horrible surprise he felt show on his face, instead, nodded slowly. Trying to absorb the news and make sense of this.
"I'll deal with this, but right now there are monks following us and some of our brothers stayed behind to stall them. I need you to get some people to help out."
The messenger disappeared back into the forest. Even though Jim hadn't understood a word of what they were saying, the messenger's troubled face had said it all. Something was wrong on their side. Which meant Jim and his brother might have a chance to escape...
"Open up!" Lang hollered up at wooden gates that had seemed to suddenly appear in front of them. In this forest, the enclosed dwellings looked like a place that Robin Hood and his Merry Men might have built. It was a fortress, well-defended and in a strategic location, built on a hill so it overlooked it's surroundings without being noticed because it blended in so well with it's surroundings. Entering through the gates, Jim shivered slightly, feeling as if he had just walked through a barrier of cold air.
Inside, the place was full of people rushing around silently, speaking in whispers or using simple hand signals to tell each other what they needed. Despite the language barrier, their tasks and tools told Jim what they were doing. They were in the middle of preparing for battle.
While his brother noted the weapons everyone carried, Tim noticed that no matter how busy everyone was, when they saw Lang, they gave respectful bows. The young Chinese man acknowledged these absentmindedly, his eyes taking in the controlled chaos of his home. One young man ran up to them and gave a low bow, then motioned for them to follow him.
"What's happening?" Lang asked the young man in a low whisper.
"You father says to prepare. If our cousins come after us in retaliation... we're to show no mercy. We have to treat them just like how we treat the other-folk." The young man said quietly, disturbed by his own message. "Please, sir, what are we going to do?"
"I'll try to talk to my father. But he hasn't been himself since Haoxian disappeared. He... he might not listen to me." Lang admitted, a little bit worried. Tim tried hard to understand what they were saying, but gave up quickly, knowing no matter how much he WISHED he knew Chinese, he wouldn't be able to understand them by just wishing it. So he paid more attention to his surroundings, seeing that most of the houses were made of wood and rocks and the only way in or out seemed to be the main entrance.
'God damn it.' Tim cursed silently, looking around furtively and catching a glimpse of something that stood out from the spartan dwellings. It was a wall. Not even a supporting wall but just a long free-standing wall in the middle of the village. It seemed to be a mural of some sort. he could make out green scales and a claw, but they were going too quickly for Tim to get a better look. In an instant, the wall had disappeared behind another small wood and stone hut.
When they arrived at the largest building in the little fortified village, Lang motioned for some of the men around to open the large wooden double doors. They entered in single file, Tim and Jim momentarily blinded from the quick transfer from the outdoors and sunlight, to the darker indoors. Once their vision had cleared, they could see that there was a sole occupant in the room who emitted an aura that set both Tim and Jim on edge.
"Father." Lang pressed fist against open palm, then bowed low to the large imposing man sitting at the head of the hall. A large table behind the large man housed tablets of red with Chinese writings on them, very similar to the one Tim had seen placed in Shego's house in She Cun. In the middle of the table, there was a large tablet that drawfed the rest of them, obviously showing anybody who studying this table that this large tablet was the most important. Offerings of fruit, flowers and incense pots burning with the sweet-smelling joss sticks was placed in front of these tablets. Other than that and the two ornate chairs in front of the altar, there was a line of bamboo sticks leaning against the wall, from the smallest and thinnest stick to one that was easily the circumference of Lang's forearm.
'Lang's ancestors...' Tim surmised when he saw the tablets. He couldn’t make heads out tails out of the bamboo, though. The agitated movements of the patriarch of the village drew Tim's wary attentions back to the scene that was playing out.
"Where's our prisoner?" Lang's father demanded, storming forward, his body radiating violence. His long hair was tied into a topknot, letting Tim see the resemblance and the difference between father and son. While both looked the same, the father dwarfed the son in sheer presence.
"Father, he wasn't there. But I brought these foreigners back, like you said." Lang licked his lips nervously and squared his shoulders. "Father... did... did you kill a monk?"
The leader of this clan of hunters glared at his son for a moment then started laughing loudly, unpleasantly.
"When you take over as leader, trust me, you'll think just like me. You'll BE me and you won't question me." Lang's father smiled toothily, giving off the impression of a large and very hungry shark. "What I do is for the best. You'll see."
"Now." The patriarch switched to English and turned to the captives, his face dark with unspoken emotions. "Lets tend to our guests. The lot of you can call me Master Heen."
"I'm *not* calling you master." Jim shot back, disgusted. Again, the patriarch of the clan gave an ugly laugh, and pointed at a couple of the men.
"Take them out. Spread them and tie them to the cage. I have questions to ask them about the whereabouts of Haoxian."
The two boys tensed up, seeing their captors going for the keys to their locks. They both had their bonds loose, all they needed was for them to open the gate and--
"Step out, slowly. One at a time." Wolf had a scimitar against Tim's throat, and the young Possible couldn't move away from the weapon. He was immobile and helpless. Lang's face was a blank, but his eyes were troubled, as were the other hunters in the building.
"Good boy." Master Heen said smugly as the twins came out and were quickly restrained with iron manacles and stretched out against the large cages that had transported them.
"What do you want from us?" Jim demanded. There was no slack in his bonds as he pulled against them, testing them. These would be much harder to get out of.
"All of you can leave." Master Heen commanded. "Lang. Stay with me."
Lang bowed his head, obeying his father as everybody else left and only the the two hunters and their two prisoners were left.
"Are you alright, ah ba?" Lang asked his father hesitantly, noting the few new strands of white that had appeared since Wolf went hunting for these people. Usually, his father's hair was an immaculate black, his face showing only a man who had aged well, with few lines to marr his features. Now the frown lines on his forehead was evident, even when he was not frowning; the corners of his mouth turned down into a grimace when usually an easy smile graced his features. In the history of their clan, no one had ever escaped before except for Haoxian, and even then, he was caught immediately.
This was the first time in the history of the Hunter Clan that Haoxian had been gone for more than a day.
"I will be as soon as soon as Haoxian is back where he belongs." Master Heen's back was ramrod straight, revealing the stress the leader of the clan was under. Lang had heard from his mother, how his father had changed drastically when his grandfather, the previous head of the clan, had died. The mantle of leadership was heavy and required a great deal from the person who wore it.
"Now I'm going to ask you boys a few questions. I want you to answer them." Master Heen rolled up the sleeves of the uniform dark green that everyone in the village seemed to wear and rested a hand easily on the dagger hanging from his waist. Jim's eyes rested on the weapon with a little bit of trepidition.
Tim gave a cocksure grin. "Shoot."
"Where is Haoxian? The... young 'man' you were with?"
Tim shrugged and answered truthfully. "No idea. I woke up and he was gone."
Master Heen tilted his head to the side. "I don't believe you."
"It's the truth." Tim was switching to the 'annoying jock' personality he used to piss off Jim some times. And Jim could see it was also working on Master Heen as the man narrowed his eyes at Tim's insolent tone of voice.
But then, Master Heen smiled.
And that smile wasn't nice.
Lang took a step back to avoid his father crashing into him as he strode over to the rows of bamboo and picked the smallest one.
"No!" Jim strained against his chains, eyes wide with disbelief, sick to his stomach as he realized quickly what the bamboos were for.
"Seems like your brother catches on quick." Master Heen drawled, bamboo twirling lazily in his right hand. "He knows exactly what'll happen if you don't give me the truth."
"You're going to do a baton routine?" Tim asked lazily and had the audacity to look bored. The sharp crack of the bamboo connecting with Tim's face resounded in the room and Jim strained against his chains wildly, swearing at the man who had dared to hit his twin.
"Lets try this again." Master Heen's right eye twitched with annoyance. He used to be patient. But he was running out of time. "Where. Is. Haoxian?"
Tim's left cheek had an angry welt on it but he seemed not to notice the pain.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Tim did his best to shrug. "Maybe you need to brush up on your English, your accent's making it hard--"
The bamboo came down again, splitting the skin, opening up the welt and spilling blood.
"Fucking get the fuck away from my brother you psycho!" Jim screamed, feeling so much rage well up inside of him as he watched the blood drip down his brother's skin and stain his black shirt an even darker black.
"Ah ba," Lang was slightly alarmed at the blood. They didn't hurt humans. This was crossing the lines.
"One more time." Master Heen ignored his son and used the stick to tilt Tim's head to the side, examining his handiwork critically. "Where is Haoxian?"
The playful arrogance was still there in Tim's answering smirk. "Maybe you should look in your ma--"
The twin's head snapped to the side as Master Heen backhanded him hard across the face.

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"Here." Bai Su Zhen's arrival at the bank of the Ganges River, flanked by Xaio Qing and the young fox spirit, Yinchun, made the people flee in terror. They had just demolished the marketplace and were now in the process of dragging a man twice their size to the edge of the waters. The people fled from these terrifying individuals to a safer distance to watch.
Xaio Qing, who had been bringing their victim along by a firm hand on his shoulder, pushed the huge man down to the ground. He had fought well, but against four fighters, all of whom were supernaturally gifted, he was absolutely no match. Even when his friends had joined in the fight, they had all been beaten sorely.
"You didn't have to hurt them... What do you want with me?" The Indian man named Avinash, bruised and bloodied, shivered even in the blistering heat. These past few months, his life had been thrown into a loop! He was just a simple milkman! Born and raised in India with a simple education and a simple disposition, Avinash was quite unextraordinary. The only thing that made him stand out was his size. Even as a child, he towered over children his own age. Avinash naturally put on weight and muscles and was a prime example of what a rugby player should be. But he was no jock and was gentle and quiet, speaking low and pleasantly. He was even-tempered and lashed out only when others were being bullied and was prone to be a little bit stubborn at times. His family were not well-off, but the cows that wandered the streets seemed to adore Avinash and followed him wherever he went. He made a living selling their milk and supported his parents and siblings.
That was the norm until several months ago. One morning, out of the blue, his cows started talking. He UNDERSTOOD what they were saying! At first, Avinash thought he was hearing things and was going crazy. He had been quite upset about that. But then, his cows had noticed his agitation and reassured Avinash with such gentle mooing that his fear dissolved into wonder at his new ability.
Things had just gotten stranger and stranger from there.
Another morning, he had woken up and seen his aged father and mother huddled in the kitchen, tears streaming from her mother's face. On closer inspection, he saw that she had broken her arm and his father had explained that she had fallen down some steps while bringing water back. They didn't have enough money for a doctor and a broken arm was a disaster in their world. Avinash had touched his mother's shoulder and he had... healed her. It was amazing and a little bit disgusting to see the bones shift and slide back into place, the skin above the breakage moving according to how the bones shifted. But she was as good as new! And the news had spread through the slums so day and night, there were people lining up outside to beg him to help them. Avinash was only too happy to and praised all the gods for his gift.
As time went on, not only could he understand the cows, but he understood all animals that crossed his paths. And those that stayed near him grew more intelligent, more lively. His favourite cow's mooing was slowly beginning to sound more and more like human speech.
Then, one morning, just like all those other unremarkable mornings, Avinash woke up to find a tiny garden snake curled up on his chest, swaying gently and looking at him with an unwavering gaze.
...I found you!... the tiny snake's shrill voice, and its message sent a shiver of trepidition down Avinash's back. Before the muscular Indian man could ask what the snake was talking about, it had already hurriedly slithered off of him and into a crack in the wall.
Avinash had wanted to ask the snake if people were searching for him, and if so, who?
And this morning, again, deceptively like an everyday morning, he got his answer.
Avinash's bovine friends had warned him first. He was going his rounds in the morning, selling milk to those who would buy it from him. Business was good, his healing fame made him the most sought-after milkman this side of the Ganges! The cows usually went with him and made a buffer around the tall man, to keep people away from their friend during his morning rounds. Since his healing powers got out, people swamped to him. All he asked from them was to have time to sleep and time to make money to help his family, but it was impossible. So the bovine had discussed it with him and helped keep the people away at the hours he requested.
Today, though, something was wrong. They gathered tightly around him, and no amount of shooing them off would make them give him more breathing space. They were scared and said so.
"My friends, what is the matter?" Avinash asked in exasperation and worry.
...Something comes. We don't know, but it comes for you... was the cryptic answer. And then, the four figures had appeared in front of him, blocking his way. All of East Asian descent, their skin pale and creamy, like the milk Avinash sold. One was dressed very provocatively, her sari bold reds, her golden eyes sparkling. Another was dressed in robes of white that was impossibly clean of the dust of the road. The third wore something similar in style to the one in white, except her colours were the greens of emeralds. And the last, the last kept a black cloak on, hood pulled down as low as possible, not an inch of skin showing.
How did Avinash know it was a she? Why was this figure draped in black so... familiar?
...Stay back!... the cows shuffled restlessly, mooing in fear. ...they come for you!...
"Sir." The one in the red sari smiled, speaking fluently in his native tongue. "Please, come with us."
...Run, Avi! Run away!... with that, the cows charged as one towards the four. When they had taken the first cow by the horns and casually flipped her aside, Avinash had seen red. He had run in to join his friends, but the hooded figure stepped in front of him.
"MOVE!" Avinash howled as his friends bellowed and ran amuck, charging everywhere and trying to stomp these four into the ground. But even though they were causing a lot of damage to the market around them, Avinash could see them being knocked down more often than not. And some of them were, to his great distress, staying down and not getting up.
The figure did not move. In fact, she motioned for him to calm down.
"If you don't move, I'll MAKE YOU MOVE!" He moved forward to pick up the woman and move her aside. But in an instant, he was screaming in pain as she caught his wrist and twisted it behind his back, forcing him to the ground.
...Avi!... One of the cows had seen the trouble his human friend was in and was now charging towards them in an attempt to drive off Avinash's tormentor. The distraction was all Avinash need and he wrenched himself out of that grip, quickly following that up with a flailing fist, feeling like a cornered animal. He had been beaten until he could no longer get up. Then they had dragged him to the holy river.
"I want to say now," The mysterious woman stood over him. "I am sorry we have to do it this way. But it IS the only way."
Avinash looked up, tired and beaten, not even questioning how he understood the strange language this woman was speaking. Tears were running down his cheeks at the thought of his friends lying in the dust, possibly dead. His eyes looked up into the face behind the hood and at his vantage point, he could see the face of the person quite clearly and felt his blood suddenly freeze in terror, all other emotions gone.
Scales were peeling off her face, her green eyes were contracted to slits, like a snake who had just woken up. She smirked and grabbed him by his mid-length black hair and started walking with Avinash in tow, into the Ganges.
"No!" He tried to struggle as he realized what she wanted to do. "NO!"
The cloaked woman pulled and dragged an unwilling and screaming Avinash into the river until she was waist deep. Then she casually placed her other hand on his head and plunged his head down into the muddy waters, holding his head firmly underneath the surface.
Avinash struggled, the water was foam all around them from his efforts, but he couldn't fight against this woman's inhuman strength, felt his strength slipping away as water entered his lungs and his vision started to black out...
The four watched the body's struggles lessen until it was just a sluggish movement. Then finally, there was nothing.
"Is he dead?" Yinchun, the woman in red asked in Chinese. Bai Su Zhen held Xaio Qing's hand, keeping her out of the water and away from the cloaked woman. The Green Snake looked entirely unhappy about this scenario and seemed to want to rush to the cloaked woman's side. But Lady White Snake held her back with soft cooing words, trying to still her sister's agitation.
"He's dead." The woman straightened up and Avinash's body slowly bobbed to the surface.
Avinash twitched in the water. The mystery woman chuckled.
"But not for long." The woman backed up out of the water as tremours took over Avinash's body until it looked like he was having a seizure. "Wake up, brother. It was not easy to find you."
With a roar, Avinash resurfaced, drenched and coughing up mud and water. As he stood there though, there was one thing that you just could not ignore, and it was the fact that he was GROWING.
"Why did you have to drown me!!--"
"You would have never woken up and you would have been trapped underneath this river forever if I hadn't." The woman replied blithely and gave a polite nod of her head. "Welcome back to the world, brother."
"Six," Avinash snorted, shaking his head ruefully. Surprisingly, Avinash was speaking perfect Chinese. His body, meanwhile, continued to change. A fine black-brown hair was slowly sprouting all over his body and his skull seemed to be reforming itself into a new shape. "You always knew how to get on mine and Seven's nerves."
"Without me, you two would've been bored to tears." The Sixth hissed, a smile in her voice.
"You look like a HUGE cow!" Yinchun called up to the bull-man in amazement, interrupting the two's exchange. The gigantic dark-brown bull amused her to no end!
"Ha!" He peered down at the three people accompanying the Sixth and grinned at them. "So who are these people, Six? Introduce!"
"My children," The woman motioned to Bai Su Zhen and Xaio Qing. "Bai Su Zhen and little Xaio Qing who loves me dearly and seems to not like you so much."
"Oh ho," The bull tilted his head to one side to get a better look at the woman dressed in green, who hid behind Bai Su Zhen and glared at the large bull-man. "Protective of you, is she? Don't worry little one, I won't hurt your mama."
"And this is Yinchun." Yinchun nodded perkily and looked up in amazement at the man's horns, the sun glinting off the tips.
"Now that you're awake," The Sixth suddenly became deathly serious. "Will you join me? We're going to wake the others up. And then we're going to find who did this to us and make them PAY."
The last word was spoken with such vehemence, Avinash felt a little bit scared.
"Join us, Elder Brother. You were second. Your strength would help--"
"No." Avinash spoke in the language he used back when he had been a man. But he wasn't anymore and he wasn't the man named Avinash. That man slept deep inside this half-man half-bull behemoth. Now, he was the Second, and he towered over everyone at almost two stories high, the razor sharp horns on his head adding an extra several feet. He reached up to scratch his muzzle, then regarded his hands and looked down at his new body with amusement.
"I'll stay here. I'm not a fighter, Six. Not like you and some of the others. And I am not angry. I'm just sad." The Second shook his head. "When you have gathered the rest of us together, I will come with you and complete our circle. But I can't help you."
The Second looked at the Sixth with sad eyes and said softly in his low baritone voice, "I don't know if it was a good idea, Six, waking me, waking us up. I won't stop you... but you know some of us... some of us will be very angry. I don't want anybody hurt."
The Sixth understood. Some of her brothers and sisters would be angry. Angry enough and powerful enough to level civilizations. But she pushed all care aside. Everybody would pay for their imprisonment. She would make EVERYBODY pay. "I understand, brother. You were always too gentle for your own good. Just don't stand in our way. Now... what will you do?"
"I'll stay here in India." The Bull-headed man smiled thinly. "I want to fix my river. All I smell is sewage."
"Because you're covered in it." The Sixth laughed. The woman was spotless and dry from head to toe, even though she had been wading waist deep in the Ganges just moments ago.
"Hmph." The bull snorted, then dipped his hands into the river, holding the water in his cupped hands. Carefully, he spread his fingers and the water leaked out of his hands in streams, back to the River it had come from. As soon as the water from his hand hit the river, there came an astonishing change.
Where the river had been polluted and murky, clear blue water seemed to spread out in all directions, with the Ox being in the center. He watched, wearily as the purity spread and the garbage and waste was obliterated in the wake of this cleansing force. The blue, crystal clear waters spread and spread until up and down the river, there was only an expanse of the clearest, sweetest liquid as far as the eye could see.
"You know, they won't appreciate it. They'll dump their corpses in here again and throw their feces and leftovers into you river." The Sixth mused. "In fact, they're probably doing it right now."
"I'll deal with them. You take care, Six." He gave her a pointed look. "Your body doesn't seem to be holding up well. Be careful."
"She was broken when she started carrying me, but she's strong. But you're right, I'll have to be quick." The Six nodded to the Bull. "Be careful, brother. There are hunters after us."
The Second growled low in his throat, seeing a brief flash of red at the mention of the hunters, remembering them quite well even though its been several thousand years. "If they dare show themselves, I'll grind them into the dust."

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