Kim Possible: Boys Nightmare Out
(A/N: Finally gave a name to this series. Kim Possible, Aftermath. Been a bit of a wait, but I've finally gotten far enough into this story that I can start posting. There's a lot I need to do with it, but the first half should be good to go sooner than later.
As usual, no OC's. The ones I mention I don't really classify as OC's, though they weren't in the show. The Duke who I name will probably be used in a future story at least once more, but again, I don't really classify him as an OC. He and the others are just needed to drive the plot, and I wasn't about to put any of the show's characters in their roles, unless there's a particularly fitting character I've overlooked.
First half starts out comical, but the next half will probably get dark and possibly a little graphic, though not too bad. I don't find that over descriptive scenes of suffering add much to a story, and in fact take away from it. I try to keep the cartoony feel for as long as possible, but yeah, the subject matter isn't really cartoon like at all.)
Night on the Town
The darkest and most evil of people weren't always the super-villains. But Kim and most of her friends had long ago turned a blind eye to that reality. It was something that hadn't really been explored by Team Possible before, and probably never would have been... Except this time there was no escaping it. Not when it affected them all very, very directly...
KP
"Hey Kim, up to a movie tonight?" Ron asked, smiling at his girlfriend from his position on her bed.
Kim, looking through her clothes, replied, "Sorry, Ron. Girls' night out. Me, Monique, Yori, we're going to a club for young people. Dinner, dancing, girl talk, you know."
"Oh. O-Okay, cool. Guess I'll just, you know, hang out at home and play some vids," Ron replied, looking forlorn.
Kim looked pityingly at him and said, "You know, why don't you go hang out with some of your friends?"
"Like who?" Ron sulked. He had virtually no guy friends.
"I don't know. Felix, Ned, Larry? You and Josh get along pretty well," Kim offered, pulling as many names as she could out of her head. Wow, Ron really didn't have many friends who were male.
"Ned's at Robot Rumble, Larry's playing some role playing game with his club, Felix is out of town, and Josh is swamped with homework," Ron replied. Rufus sighed boredly and chattered his agreement.
"Oh, uh, well, why not…" Kim began.
Ron's eyes suddenly lit up. "Hirotaka and Fukushima! KP, you're a genius!" he exclaimed, taking her arms and grinning widely.
"Um, Ron, I was actually going to suggest Wade," Kim replied, though now that she was thinking about it, she believed Wade was with Jim and Tim.
"It'll be a guy's night! This'll be the bon diggity bomb! They'll love it," Ron excitedly said, racing out.
Kim blinked and groaned. "They'll be ecstatic," she doubtfully said.
KP
Kim, dressed in her little black dress complete with purse, drove straight to the club. Monique, dressed in red, was waiting with Yori, who was clad in a blue one with a white dressy sweater. "Hey girl!" Monique greeted as Kim climbed out of her car. Kim grinned and went to meet her two friends. The three hugged.
"This will be a most interesting experience," Yori remarked, having never gone to a club before. Honestly, she more disdained them than anything, and she wasn't particularly inclined to visit this one, but there wasn't much else to do in Middleton.
"You'll love it, Yori," Kim assured.
"That's right, girl. We're gonna bring the party to life!" Monique exclaimed, pumping her fist in the air. The three giggled and walked in. The music was loud, the soda counter was busy, and dancers were everywhere.
"Full house!" Kim called to the other two. Yori, looking highly uncomfortable with the noise decibel, pulled out some earplugs and put them in.
"I do not like crowds," she informed the other two.
"Don't worry girl, you'll loosen up eventually," Monique assured, putting an arm around her friend's shoulders.
"Oh no," Kim said. The other two looked up quickly and gasped.
"Bonnie, Tara, and Amelia?! They're here too?!" Monique exclaimed.
"I assume we are avoiding them?" Yori asked.
"Tara and Amelia aren't so bad. Bonnie, yes," Kim replied. "I guess since Hana's back with Ron now, well, at least for the moment, Amelia took the opportunity to have some fun."
"Hey look, they brought dates," Monique said, grinning and pointing out Josh and, to Kim's shock, Senor Senior Junior! "You know, it could be fun to join up with them," Monique offered.
"Yeah, I don't think so," Kim replied.
"Where is Amelia's, as you say, 'date?'" Yori questioned.
Kim and Monique frowned. "Yeah, you'd think she'd have one," Monique remarked curiously. "There are guys here that would trip all over themselves to hook up with her."
"She's being an ice queen," Kim said, smirking as Amelia flat out rejected an offer from a potential suitor. "You go girl. Most of the guys you find here are going to be jerks."
"Maybe so, but hey, dancing needs to be done," Monique said, winking at a young man eyeing her from the soda counter. He raised his glass to her. "Just be careful," Monique warned Yori, suddenly looking concerned.
"Be careful? What do you mean?" Yori asked.
"You're being eyed from all sides, Yori. Novelty value, I guess," Kim replied. "Some of these characters won't hesitate to take advantage of a naïve foreigner. Oh, not that you're naïve."
"Girl, Hirotaka wasn't naïve either, and Bonnie manipulated him into thinking girlfriend meant girl who was a friend. Poor boy didn't know what he was gettin' into," Monique said.
"I see," Yori said.
"Oh, and one more thing, I've been watching the news. Human trafficking is on the rise, pimps left right and center enslaving and selling victims overseas. Just a fair warning, Asian's, male and female both, seem to be the recent trend. Watch your back girl. Even the harmless acting ones can be a go to man for a sex trafficking ring," Monique worriedly warned.
"Monique!" Kim said, shocked at her friends point blank statement.
"Girl, we're not in high school anymore. Sheltering ourselves from reality ain't gonna work out here," Monique said.
"Come to think of it, a serial killer is on the loose around Middleton too. I hope Ron's going to be okay," Kim worriedly added, remembering the news report. Usually she didn't deal in Trafficking rings of any kind, or with serial killers either, but Monique had a point. Super-villains weren't the only source of evil in the world. She couldn't tell herself they were.
Now that things were a lot less sheltered, they'd all been seeing darker themes in their missions than before. Case in point, the Moodulator incident. And there were sides to super-villains beyond what she'd been used to. For instance, Falsetto Jones. Who knew what other business he was involved in other than thievery? Drakken too probably had connections she never wanted to know about, and maybe even Senor Senior Senior. It was a hard world, and she knew she had to realize that being a heroine now encompassed a lot more than just the outside faces of the super-villains. She wondered. How naïve had she been in the villains' eyes as a high schooler? She cringed. Probably extremely.
KP
"An unexpected invitation, Monkey Fist. What's the occasion?" Drakken asked as he, Killigan, and the British Lord sat in a little café in Shereshimshere. It was quite a nice tourist destination, really. Well, considering you didn't get on Nanny Nane's bad side. She had accomplished without even going on radar what all of the other super-villains Kim Possible had ever faced, failed to do. Conquered a town and held it under her rule. Wow, that actually was sad, thinking about it. They hadn't even conquered villages before, none of them, and Monkey Fist's mother, not even a super-villain, so to speak, had.
"Don't ask me. It was mother's idea to invite you two to Fiske Castle and show you the sights," Monkey Fist replied, shrugging.
"This yer home town, Monkey Boy?" Killigan asked, looking around.
"I suppose you could call it that," Monkey Fist replied.
"You know, she could turn this place into a city of super-villains," Drakken hinted.
"Oh, tha' would be good," Killigan said, smirking.
"Quite. Unfortunately mother doesn't appreciate the power she has over this place," Monkey Fist complained.
"Actually, my guileless son, I do," Nanny Nane said, suddenly approaching their table on the outside patio of the Cow n' Cone. "In fact, that is partially the reason I wanted you three here. Evil Incorporated can handle a task for mother, now, can't they?"
Monkey Fist, Drakken, and Killigan withered. "Ye' have our undivided attention, Lady Nane," Killigan replied, sensing they had no choice in the matter.
"Good. A trafficker has tried to get his clutches into my village. I won't have such rubble cluttering my streets. Drive him and his people out immediately," Nane ordered.
"Why on Earth should be care about the common rabble?" Monkey Fist asked.
"Traffickers or citizens?" Drakken asked.
"Both," Monkey Fist replied.
"Ye' do realize they're rich, right?" Killigan asked.
"I could hardly care less. Humph, imagine. Wasting your time on such nonsense as trafficking when they could be pursuing more power than they can begin to imagine," Monkey Fist replied, sipping his tea.
"Isn't your old friend, the Duke—Gideon, wasn't it?—the head of a trafficking ring?" Nane questioned her son.
"Yes he is, but the man is not my friend," Monkey Fist disdainfully replied.
"Oh good, then you should have no trouble driving him out," Nane said. Monkey Fist spat out his tea, choking.
"It's him?!" Monkey Fist demanded.
"It is," she replied with a smirk. She had her child now.
"Drakken, Killigan, time to deal with the lice of the world," Monkey Fist said.
"Pimps?" Killigan asked.
"Nobility," Monkey Fist corrected, walking off.
"But isn't Monkey Fist nobility?" Drakken began.
"Leave the lad, laddie. He's no' all there," Killigan said, warning Drakken to drop the subject. Yes, Monkey Fist was a noble, yes, he'd in so many words called himself a louse of the earth, but Monkey Fist considered himself greater than any of the common nobility, so it wasn't really a debatable issue.
KP
"It is boring, having nothing to do," Hirotaka complained, lying on his bed completely out of ideas of how to keep himself entertained.
"Race motorbikes?" Fukushima offered, though honestly he wasn't too inclined to the idea. They'd just done that this morning.
"Done it," Hirotaka replied.
"My friend, your answering machine is filled with invitations to dates. Why not take one up on the offer?" Fukushima asked.
"The same reason you do not," Hirotaka replied.
"Touche," Fukushima admitted. He wasn't quite as popular as Hirotaka, but he'd had an offer or two. Just then the duo heard the door being knocked on and looked over. "I will answer," Fukushima said, getting up from the desk, having just finished his homework. He opened the door, asking, "Yes?"
"Fukushima, Hirotaka, s'up guys?!" Ron exclaimed.
Fukushima gasped and stiffened. "Outsider!" he said in shock.
Hirotaka quickly rose before Fukushima could slam the door, and put his hand on it, preventing his friend from showing such a display of rudeness and disrespect. They were in the presence of the Mystical Monkey Master now, and a hero of Yamanouchi.
"Stoppable-San, kon'nichiwa," Hirotaka greeted, bowing to Ron with a smile.
"So, you guys up to a bon diggity guys night out?" Ron offered.
"What?!" Fukushima exclaimed, mouth agape as he looked at Ron in disbelief. Needless to say, Fukushima wasn't impressed with his rival. He was not by any means friends with Ron.
"That's right. You, me, Hiro, on the town! We'll tear up the streets with our awesomeness," Ron said.
"Oh gods!" Fukushima exclaimed. "Outsider, I would rather…" Fukushima began. He would have finished with something like 'chew off my own arm before I went anywhere with you,' except Hirotaka cut him off, covering his mouth.
The equally shocked Hirotaka smoothly covered, "He would rather, um, see the sights!" Fukushima made a muffled protest. As if he could be bothered admiring Middleton's 'Tourist Attractions,' laugh, laugh. But Hirotaka held firm, giving him a stern look.
"Coolio. We can do that too," Ron eagerly declared. "Man, I am so pumped! Just us three guys, the lone rangers of the night, the Three Musketeers, the…"
"Brothers Grim?" Fukushima wryly finished, only in this case he meant the grim, grim, not the last name Grimm.
"Not really the swashbuckling image I was going for, but sure, if you want," Ron said.
"I don't," Fukushima answered grumpily.
"Dude, what got into you?" Ron asked.
"Forgive him, Stoppable-San. He has always been of a bitter temper," Hirotaka said, shaking his head at Fukushima. The older ninja knew that wasn't the only reason, but it was the one that would spare his American friend deep hurt. "Of course it will be our honor to join you," he added, bowing.
"Our nightmare," Fukushima corrected bitingly.
"Only joking, Stoppable-San," Hirotaka covered, viciously stepping on Fukushima's foot and making his friend gasp in pain and bite back a yelp.
KP
Meanwhile, down a back ally a meeting was taking place between a small group and a solitary player. In the group there were four men, one was a decoy, two others were pimps, and the fourth was the head of their little band of traffickers. The solitary player, on the other hand, had darker motives of his own. "Serial Killer? You've come quite a ways since high school," the head of the traffickers remarked to the solitary.
"And you, with your ragtag bunch of lackey's," the man replied.
"What made you turn to multiple murder?" the trafficker asked.
"Something just snapped," the single answered, smirking psychopathically as he snapped his fingers. "I hear you're on the hunt for the Asian races. The Duke you work for in Europe wants them, I believe?"
"And your MO, young Asian males, coincides with ours," the trafficker replied. "What do you want?"
"It's not only what I want, my friend. You want a new recruit, I want a new victim. I know where to search," the solitary player offered. "Some Japanese exchange students have joined the college. Two boys, one girl, and I have my sights set on one of those boys as my next victim."
"Go on," the head of the group said.
"Each one of them is a sight for sore eyes. They should serve your unique portfolio well," the single party hinted. "Take them all if you want, but consider the one with the samurai hairstyle purchased. I'll pay big for him when you procure them."
"Why that one?" the trafficker asked.
"He reminds me very much of… an old acquaintance of mine who said the wrong thing at the wrong time… and paid for it. I'm feeling nostalgic. I believe I can have quite a bit of fun with that one," the murderer said.
"I have no doubts you'll have fun," the trafficker stated. He knew nothing to do with intimacy would be carried out between the murderer and the merchandise, but all he cared for was the money. What happened afterwards was none of his concern. Of course, this man was likely very much aroused by torturing his victims, and relishing in their pain. Normally he had no dealings with anyone outside of his ring, except this one had been an old school acquaintance he owed a favor to. Besides, either way he got rich.
"I talked to Big Daddy. He provided some pictures. He doesn't care either way what happens to the three. Perhaps they'll sway you," the single party stated, pulling out pictures of the ninja trio.
The trafficker smirked coldly. "All right. You have a sale. You help us, you'll have your purchase immediately. Where's the money?"
"Now, now, don't get greedy. When we have them I'll pay up," the man replied.
"I don't think so," the trafficker replied, snapping his fingers. The others in his group instantly protruded guns.
"Don't make me switch my modus operandi in order to deal with you," the killer warned, unfazed and smirking coldly. The police weren't far away. Those guns went off and his old high school friend's trafficking ring would be in dire straits indeed. The trafficker looked ready to give the order but then thought better of it. He harrumphed and gestured for his people to leave. His scout had a job to do, and his pimps and he had a kidnapping to carry out. They had some scouting to do.