KimPossibleFanfiction: The Shadow Game
By IvanhoeX
Disclaimer: Look, I don't own these characters, Disney does, and in no way whatsoever am I trying to make money off this thing. I'm just a bored college student with a computer, so please don't sue.
Author's note: Obviously, this is pre-So the Drama, so I don't want no lip saying I'm a little behind the times. Also, I'm going to have to call this "T" rated for some rather intense fight scenes and maybe a couple of threats to do bodily harm. But fear not! No cursing allowed!
Prelude: Foreshadowing
The scene begins on the parameter of Watts Industries, late at night, or very early morning if you're technical. Doctor Floe Essence is feverously rechecking computations, circuit board connections and computer programs. The doctor places a brick-cell-phone looking device in a cradle of couplings. She slides across the room and begins a computer sequence. Numbers begin to flash down from thirty, at five the apparatus hums into life, sounds of energy priming for release reaches a crescendo, a bright flash envelops the room followed by darkness.
"Eureka!" comes filtering out of the blacked lab. "Now where did I leave that kill switch?" she asks as she fumbles around in the dark. A few bumps, broken glassware and an 'oops' later… "Aha! Let there be light!" and with a switch toggled, or flipped depending on how literal you want the technical babble to be, another flash of whiteness returns the lab into illumination, casting a silhouette on the lab's now open frosted door window.
"Way to go Doc! Though I think I should point out, it's not really a bright idea."
"Who?" the Dr. Essence flings around, a gloved fist quickly connects. The good doctor collapses into the green and black boots before her.
"And that's lights out." A wiry smile creeps over a pale face as she unfastens the device from its couplings.
"Hold it right there!"
The female mercenary sighs and holds her hands at shoulder height, the device in her right hand. She slowly turns around.
"Gee, for a minute I thought I was in real trouble, like Kim Possible showing up or something…" the figure made a small growl and the thief's eyes dance when she hits a nerve. "…But then I saw the rent-a-jumpsuit-spy and now I'm not so worried." That really got him irked.
"Put the D.A.R.C.-Box down now!"
"Oh, Will Du." She sneers, a callous grin widening on her face.
"I won't ask you again."
"Actually, I have a better idea," she says slowly backing up, placing the device behind her back. "Why don't I just put you in your usual element?" the device hums into life, a bright flash fills the room just as Agent Du blindly fires his standard issue "stopwatch." When the colored dots dissolve before Du's eyes he found himself in the dark. This wasn't just a shadow filled room but a complete darkness; the half-moon shone outside but its rays could not penetrate the room's windows nor could the hallway lights shine through the threshold of the door. An ebony void has grown and filled the space of the lab, enveloping the room in a blackness no light could filter through.
Agent Will Du quickly becomes disoriented in his artificial blindness.
"You'll never get away with this," he growls to the walls, his voice oddly echoing.
"Not to sound cliché, but I already have."
A swift roundhouse connects to Du's midsection, sending him careening backwards. He feels himself tripping into an office chair, further accelerating him out of control. Will then feels the impact of the chair and a desk, his momentum surging him forward. He then feels his side shattering one of the lab's windows, and the sharp edges as he powers through. His eyes automatically dilate as the moonlight illuminates the night outside. His last conscious feeling was the scratchy branches of the shrubbery four stories down.
Above, another flash of light restores the lab to luminescence. The female Merc looks down from the broken window, smiling at her handiwork as she turns away. Meanwhile three stories down Agent Will Du's communicator burst into transmission.
"Agent Du? Status report…Agent Du? Agent Du is the package secure over? Agent Du Report!"
(This is usually the time for a fade out and the cueing of the theme song but since this is a work of prose that would be plain silly.)