A Nacospeak Fanfiction!

[mrpotty]

Thank you.
I heard from many people that I got an interesting writing style (even if it was mostly about my FOP-Fanfics), but I still won't believe it.
I translated the second half. Right now I'm working on chapter two, but it kills me...

[mrpotty]

Okay, here's now chapter two. Tell me, if something doesn't make any sense to you and remember: I'm a much better writer in my own language.
PS: I have to split it up, it's too long.


Chapter 2 – Hitchhiking is dangerous...or at least annoying

It’s been a few hours since the accident happened. The day came to its end and slowly it was getting dark. Shego was lieing not far away from the puddle which was used to be her car once. Maybe she crawled out of the wreck by herself and then became unconscious, it was not easy to see, but the vulture who came slowly closer to her didn’t care.
But he cared about the hand, that grabbed his neck when he was just wanted to start picking and threw him away from his dinner.
„Nobody eats me as long as I’m alive. And even when I’m dead you should take a minute to think about it!“ yelled Shego at the Vulture while he was flying away frustrated.
She got up slowly and took a look around. The memory of the accident came back to her. Except for a few scratches she was not injured. No big surprise. She survived harder situations. She walked to the rests of her car and saw in the middle of that green puddle her undamaged suitcase.
„Hm, at least one good thing“, she said to herself and grabbed the suitcase.
In it was her whole lugagge. Yes, sure, usually women don’t travel with only one suitcase, but Shego has always been a more practically thinker and travelles always with only the stuff she really needed.
But right now she was standing on an endless street somewhere in the desert, without a car, without a phone, without even a clue how far the next locality was away. She decided not to think about it and to go on with her journey.

Meanwhile it was early night. There weren’t any clouds in the sky and the moon shined brightly. Another light came from Shego’s left hand. The „fire“ which burned in her hand when she was fighting, was also a good protection from wild animals. Not even the most idiotic coyote (Yes, I’m talking about Wily E.) would attack a woman with a green glowing hand.
Motorsounds were approaching. Shego turned around and saw a car coming closer. She stopped her hand from glowing and held up her thumb. The car stopped.
„Need help? You look terrible“, said Carl, the driver of the car.
Shego looked at him. „No, it’s okay. I’m waiting for the next one.“<br>„Maybe you wait for a long time. Especially at night are not many people on this street.“<br>„It’s okay.“<br>„Why don’t you get in in?“<br>„It’s the way you look. Your pale face, the exactly parted hair, the white shirt and your tiny glasses are yelling at me: „This guy is a serial killer“ and I’m sure, when I open the trunk I’ll find your mother in it. Or at least some parts of her.“<br>Carl grinned.
„If somebody gave me a Dollar for everytime I hear this I had now...not much. But I swear I’m not a serial killer and my mother is stil alive and lives in a nice little house in Florida.“<br>„I still wanna walk. I had enough trouble for one day.“<br>„Okay, but the next Gas Station is 37 miles away and from there it’s again 37 to the next town.“<br>Shego thought about it for a few seconds.
„Okay, but only because I have to keep an appointment.“<br>She put her suitcase into the corpse-free trunk and took place on the passengers seat.
„Y’know“, said Carl, „in fact it’s me who is in great danger, because usually it’s the Hitchhiker who is the dangerous psychopath.“<br>„Psychopath? No. Dangerous? Yes.“<br>Carl smiled. He thought she was just kidding.
„What are you doing here at night? You had an accident?“<br>„Yes.“<br>„I thought so. I don’t know if you had the chance to look at yourself, but you are very dirty and have an ugly scratch on your forehead.“<br>„Less talking and more driving.“<br>„That was so rude.“<br>Carly wasn’t angry about Shego’s behaviour. She looked in a mirror. She didn’t looked that bad, if you think about the accident she had, but it would be reason enough to not let her into a restaurant. The scratch on her forehead looked worse. It bleeded only for a short time, but enough to scare a sensitive person to death.

„Wake up, we are there“, said Carl.
Shego woke up. She didn’t wanted to, but she slept for a few minutes. Meanwhile they had reached the Gas Station Carl talked about. While Carl filled up the car Shego walked into the Shop.
„Holy holy,“ said the station attendant when he saw Shego. „What happened to you, Lady?“<br>„Looks badder than it is. You got a phone here?“<br>„Yeah, but it doesn’t work anymore. My brother puked on it and then tried to clean it with beer. I’ve send this idiot back home, but this won’t repair the phone. Sorry.“<br>(A/N: I need some other english words for „Idiot“)
„You got a radio set?“<br>„Yep, but my brother puked on it, too.“<br>„Did he puked in the washroom?“<br>„Nope.“<br>„So can I have the key for it?“<br>„There is no key. My brother swallowed it, that’s why he’s vomitting the whole day. But the door is unlocked. Just go outside and then right and around the corner.“<br>Without saying anything she went to the washroom. She expected horrible things, but as she turned on the light she began to thought the she might got hit harder on her head than it seemed.
The walls were white as pure marble, the mirrors where shiny like diamonds and the golden faucets didn’t looked bad, too.
But the soap smelled like vomit.

[mrpotty]

And here is Part two of this chapter:

A few minutes later, Shego got back in Carl’s car. Her face was now cleaned from unnecessary dirt and blood.
„Everything allright?“ Carl asked.
„Yes.“<br>„Okay, then fasten your seatbelt and GET DOWN!!“<br>Shego learned many useful things in her life. One of the most useful was, that when someone yells „get down“, you should do this without even thinking about the „why“. If there’s real trouble, „get down“ can be the guarantee for one more day in your life in which you can be angry about the whole world. If someone told you just for fun to get down, you can still beat up this joker.
But this time „Get down“ was a good advice. The station attendent came out with a shotgun and shot into the rear window. Carls stepped on the gas and raced away as fast as his car could go.
„darn, what happened?“ Shego wanted to know.
„Got no idea, but this guy was wierd. He...uhm...thought you would be my girlfriend and I had beat you up and now he wanted to show me how to treat a woman.“<br>„By killing the responsible person and the victim?“<br>„It seems like that.“<br>„Is there a reason why I don’t believe you?“<br>„That’s a good question.“<br>„You are nervous.“<br>„Of course I am! A manic station attendant just wanted to shoot me for nothing!“<br>Shego decided to say nothing else, but she still didn’t bought his story. Then she took a look back and saw something on the back seat.
„Could it be that he wanted to kill us because of the plasticbag with money on the backseat, which has not been there before?“<br>„Plasticbag? With money? What for a plasticbag with money?“<br>Shego grabbed the bag and showed it to Carl.
„This bag here!“<br>„I...don’t see a bag. And no money. There’s nothing in your hand, you are crazy.“<br>Shego enlightened her right hand and whispered in Carl’s ear: „Stop. Right now.“<br>Carl did what Shego begged so nice for.
„Get out.“<br>And again he did what she wanted him to do.
„What“, she yelled into the night, „for god’s sake was the reason to robb a gas station right now!? And then you got so less money! In this bag are maybe 35$!“<br>„Exactly 42,74$.“<br>„And most of it in coins!“<br>Carl bowed his head.
„Aw, c’mon. I am the last person on this planet who gives a speech to anynone about being good, bad and morality itself. All I want to know is why you were so incredibly stupid!?“<br>„Well... I fell in love with you at first sight and I thought, when I would robb the gas station I had enough money to start in a better future, together with you.“<br>Shego was unimpressed.
„You are an even more worse liar than gas station robber.“<br>„Okay, I’m a serial-gas-station-robber. They are looking for me in three states and I took you with me to have a hostage.“<br>Shego folded her arms.
„Okay, I’m just a small travelling salesman in the midlife crisis. I’m driving around with my car, looking for stupid adventures that make me feel young again and when we arrived at the gas station I came up with the whole idea of a hold up. I got no gun, so I did the well-known finger-in-pocket-thing and it worked, but then he started to shoot around. Is that what you wanted to hear?“<br>„No. But at least you said the truth this time. Now we should leave, before the station attendant comes with his rusty pick up and kills us.“<br>„You think that this will happen?“<br>„Let me say it in this way: Right there comes the station attendant with his rusty pick up and wants to kill us.“<br>Carl looked to the right and saw some headlights coming closer.
„How do you know that this is really...“ He heard someone shoot a rifle. „Okay, let’s go.“<br>He just wanted to get behind the wheel when Shego pushed him away.
„No way. I’m driving.“<br>The car’s owner ran reluctant to the other side of it and got in.
„Fasten your seatbelt“, said Shego. „does this car has Airbags?“<br>The station attendent shot again, but missed. It’s hard to hold with one hand a shotgun and at the same time with the other hand the steering wheel.
„Only on your side“, said Carl and tried to think about beautyful things.
„That’s enough.“<br>The pick up came closer. Shego started the engine, but did nothing else. She let the pick up came closer, until she thought it would be the right moment. Then she put in the reverse gear, stepped on the gas and crashed reverse but frontal in her opponents car. The airbag on her side worked good. Carl survived the crash without any bigger damage (except on his car). The driver of the pick up had a huge bump on his forehead for the next days, but he had no chance to feel angry about that, because Shego pulled him immediately out of his car. She took his gun and threw it somewhere into the darkness.
„Hey!“ said the station attendant, but then Shego swinged to...give him his money back.
„Why are you doing this?“ asked Carl and he was not the only one who wanted to know.
„Because you are an idiot who risked my life for a minimum amount. And he“, she pointed at the station attendant, „is also an idiot, because he starts a private war for these few bucks. But I think he did it on principle. Am I right?“ He nodded his head. „And that’s why I give him his pocket-money back. To stop him playing Charles Bronson!“<br>„If you wanted to give him the money back, why do you did the whole thing with the cars?“<br>„Because he wasn’t going to listen to us. Am I right?“<br>He nodded his head again.
„Why do I had to get in?“<br>„Because the whole thing was your fault! Do you think I’m having the 2nd car accident today and spare the man whos fault it is? Oh, darn, my suitcase!“<br>Shego tried to open the completely damaged trunk first in the normal way, then she just ripped a hole in it with her glowing hands. Carl stood next to her and smiled.
„Looks like a gyros-victory for you.“<br>„Gyros?“<br>„Yeah, y’know, the Greek who won a battle but lost almost all of his soldiers. Like you and your suitcase.“<br>„I don’t know where I should begin to correct you“, said Shego and pulled her absolutely undamaged case out of the trunk. „This suitcase was made for eternity. Get into the car, you drive again.“<br>Until they reached the next town, Shego and Carl said nothing.
Except for one time. Carl asked: „What’s with your hands? Why do they glow?“<br>But Shego didn’t gave an answer.

[mrpotty]

*Inferiority-complex-mode starts in 3...2...1...*

Has anybody read so far? Reviews would be soooo nice

[mrpotty]

Okay, finally I had the time to translate THE FIRST HALF of chapter 3. I don't know if anybody's still reading it, but I put it in here anyway:

Chapter 3 (part 1) – A Series Of Senseless Events

When they arrived at the next place, a small town named „New Datteln“, Carl let Shego out at a hotel named „Coen’s“ and drove away. They had nothing else to say to each other.
The „Coen’s“ was a small, not very exciting, but also not uncomfortable looking hotel in 30‘s Hollywood-Style. An old, blind man sat in the lobby on a rocking-chair. He seems to be blind, because the sunglasses and the white stick, which was lieing next to him on the floor, were clear signs for it, but that he whistled to Shego when she walked past to him was kinda irritating to her.
There was a man with tousled hair standing behind the reception. He just stood there and wasn’t moving.
„Hello?“ Shego asked, but he still wasn’t moving.
She wasn’t even sure if he was breathing and wondered if it is possible to die whithout falling down.
„Ring the bell!“ the supposedly blind man said. „You gotta ring the bell.“<br>Shego pushed the man at the reception softly with her index finger. He swayed and for one moment it looked like he was falling down, but he didn’t. And of course he still wasn’t reacting.
„Is this a real person?“ Shego asked the blind man.
„You gotta ring“, he answered.
„Why?“<br>„That’s part of the rules. You must ring.“<br>„What rules?“<br>„I haven’t made the rules. Ted didn’t made them either.“<br>„And Ted is...?“<br>„The living statue at the reception. He lives by the rules like no one else.“<br>„Shego looked at the desk. There were a bell and a sign which said: „Please ring“. She didn’t expected that anything would happen, but she decided to try it. A shrill, long stretched noise filled the lobby. Ted wasn’t still moving. But exactly at the moment the noise ended, he almost exploded out of his motionless existence, clapped his hands, made a pirouette, stopped, pointed with both index fingers at Shego and asked: „What can I do for you?“<br>„Uhm...I...need a room?“<br>„Of course. For how many persons?“<br>While Ted was talking he waved his hands about like insane.
„Just me.“<br>„Only for tonight, beautyful green Lady?“<br>„Yes.“<br>The doubt of Ted’s responsibility was clearly to see in Shego’s eyes.
„So I need exactly 25$ and your I.D. Card.“<br>Shego opened her suitcase. In a hidden compartment were about 20 different I.D.‘s and drivers licences. Without looking at it she grabbed one and gave it together with the 25$ to Ted, who shaked his hips and whistled through his front teeth the David Bowie-Classic „Heroes“.
„Allright“ he said and made a moonwalk to the copier.
While he made a copy of Shegos I.D. she tried to find out where the hidden camera could have been.
„For you, beautyful green lady, Room #313. Wish you a good night.“<br>He gave the I.D. and the key to her and suddenly stiffed again.
Shego went to the elevator and up to the 3rd floor.
When the elevator arrived there, it first looked like the floor was endless long, but when she looked twice, Shego recognized that there was just a mirror at the end of it.
As she wanted to open the door to her room, somone opened abrupt the door next to her. Shego got prepared to defend herself within less than a second. A black dressed man with long hair, who was NOT ME (I swear!) looked at Shego and smiled.
„Hey, I know who you are“, he said. „No panic, I’m not telling anyone. Nighty night.“<br>Before Shego could gave an answer, he jumped back in his room and slammed the door. One Moment later another door at the end of the floor opened and a woman yelled: „Stop slamming your door! I need some sleep!“<br>The man from room 312 opened the door again and slammed it just for fun three times in a row.
Without saying anything Shego finally entered her room. It was very small and the whole furnishings were a bed, a table and a telephone. Shego has spent her nights at even more worse places, but if there was one thing she really hated, it was hotels with their bathrooms outside the room. Like here. She put the suitcase aside and grabbed the phone.
„Dr. Drakkens secret lair, Henchman #9 speaking. How can I help you?“<br>„Shego here. I had a little accident and I need as soon as possible a new car.“<br>„I’m not responsible for cars. I’m just answering the phone. And I was not even supposed to be here today! #35 caught a flu and so I had to take his place.“<br>„Who cares?“<br>„I don’t know.“<br>„Well, I don’t care!“<br>„And why you wanna know who cares?“<br>
(A/N: In the Nacospeak version they said something completely different, but it is impossible to translate. It goes like:

“Do you know Wayne?“ (Instead of „who cares“)
„Wayne who?“<br>„Wayne interessiert‘s?“

Interessiert’s = Nacospeak for „cares“. „Wayne interessiert’s“ sounds similar as „wen interessiert’s“, which is Nacospeak for „who cares“.)

„Whatever. Do I get a new car?“<br>„Not from me, sorry. #28 is running the garage.“<br>„Can I talk to #28?“<br>„No, he is gone. Took the car of #47 and left fast as hell. #47 has one of these cool off-roaders, y’know?. One of these allround-things with everything you need for...I dunno. Very cool.“<br>„Have you finally found someone who cares?“<br>„No, sorry for that.“<br>„Where is #28 gone?“<br>„Why should I know that? I’m just sitting here on the phone, but we made bets if he will ever come back. Some say he made a big, big mistake and now he has to hide as Llamabreeder in Peru.“<br>Shego gnashed her teeth and tried to stay cool: „Okay, could you tell anyone to send me a new car?“<br>„I’m sorry that I have to disappoint you again, but #28 took the keys for the garage with him. The doors are closed, nobody can get inside anymore and that means no cars for anyone. I don’t know if he planned to take the keys, but I just think it was an oopsie.“<br>„Could you connect me with Drakken?“<br>„No, sorry. He‘s out and takes revenge with his robotgirls.“<br>„Don’t tell me he made them run.“<br>„But he did. And it seems that they work perfect. Maybe he could finally get what he wants.“<br>„I don’t think so. Can you try to get some others to break the garagedoor open?“<br>„We can’t break the garagedoor open.“<br>„And why not?“<br>„When we do this, Shego will get angry again. Like last time, when we blew a hole in the wall.“<br>„She won’t get angry.“<br>„Why are you so sure?“<br>„Are you drunk or just stupid? I am Shego!“<br>„Hello Shego, henchman #9 speaking. What can I do for you?“<br>This was the moment when Shego freaked out. She ripped the phonecable out of the wall, smashed the phone on the floor and yelled: „Is everybody in this whole world insane!?“<br>After that she calmed down slowly, she took a deep breath, spread out her arms and let herself fell backward on the bed, but she bounced off the mattress and landed on the floor.
She stayed there for a few seconds and stared desperated at the ceiling, until she started to smile a little. The smile became giggling, the giggling became laughing, the laughing became a loud, almost hysterical laughing. It has been a long time, since she laughed that much and for a short moment she wasn’t sure if not maybe she was the one who was insane. But nobody laughs forever and when she finally stopped it, she wiped the tears out of her eyes and climbed upon the bed. She was so tired from the whole day, that she didn’t even changed her clothes and began to sleep immediately.
(To be continued)

[zoza]

Very good so far ;D

[mrpotty]

Thank you.

[mrpotty]

Now I put every new chapter in here.
So if anyone cares..do it there

[mrpotty]

Chapter 4 is online.

[mrpotty]

And now Chapter 5. It's done! The whole Story in (not perfect) english.

[aliciamartin]

hey Mrpotty are you going to do anymore?

[mrpotty]

Of course I will! A long one! Very long! And I got some people who help me translating!

Stay tuned.

[aliciamartin]

Do you know when the first chapter will be coming soon? Oh and who is Shego going to fall in love with to

[zoza]

mrpotty said:

Now I put every new chapter in here.
So if anyone cares..do it there

I saw your story on ff.net but I didn't review it there because I already reviewed it here. But I will read the finished version later and I'll review it on ff.net (my name is MalaV there) I did not read the whole story yet.

[mrpotty]

aliciamartin said:

Do you know when the first chapter will be coming soon? Oh and who is Shego going to fall in love with to

It can take a few weeks, maybe one or two months (but I'll send you soon a "free sample" ) Shego in love? Not really. There's one chapter (maybe two) about her in love (or something like that ) and she will also have a best friend in one part of the story, but y'know her. She's not the woman who shows too much emotion.

And Zoza: Thank you! It#s always good to know that there's someone outthere who reads my story! I'm looking forward to your review!

Peace

[zoza]

You're welcome. Expect my review within the next few hours (I have some stuff to do and also I have to read the rest!)

[aliciamartin]

thank's for telling me Mrpotty can't wait.

[aliciamartin]

Just like my pal Zoza i reviewed your story to on fanfiction.net as well

[mrpotty]

Thanks for your reviews! Alicia's has now shown up, too.

[aliciamartin]

you'r welcome