Ace of Evil by Anfkc
I do not own Kim Possible rights. I own the idea and character of ACE and Character Isle.
Crazy for Kim Possible and high on excitement, the author Anfkc writes a lovely fantasized episode if she was a villain in the series. Enjoy.
A bunch of bank robberies in Europe lead Kim and Ron to discover a new villain named Ace and Character Isle, a land where make-believe can be real—a world in which one could discover anew.
Right so maybe I'll add on to this episode and make it a story? I still have to get back to my Joy saga…sorry for taking so long to write anything…for those who've been following along, anyway.
Big Ben rang with excitement. It was a late afternoon in London, and the sky was magnificent. The city was magnificent! Down below the tower, the police crowded the area, and England's prime minister stood slightly frightful in the midst of it all. Middleton's own teen hero Kim Possible and her sidekick, Ron Stoppable, dropped to the ground from their parachutes. The prime minister broke with delight.
"Oh, Miss Possible! I'm so glad you could come!" he exclaimed, taking her hand and shaking it.
"Nice to see you again, Prime Minister. What's the emergency?" Kim asked.
"Oh, Miss Possible we received this strange, anonymous letter a few weeks ago, followed by a series of bank robberies all over England."
"A series of robberies?" Ron asked, interested.
"All during the same time! Day after day, a new robbery!" The Prime Minister wiped a trickle of sweat from his forehead.
"Well that's weird." Ron commented.
"What does the letter say?" Kim asked the minister. He handed her a crinkled letter. Ron peered over her shoulder. Kim read it aloud in a most interesting tone, analyzing every word.
"Prime Minister,
Over the course of the next few weeks; months, possibly, I'm afraid to say a series of unfortunate events will occur within your region. You must excuse my personnel. They are not quite up-to-date just yet. But, fortunately, there is always room for the improvement. Soon, Prime Minister, you will find you and your country robbed of discipline and order. I assure you my plan to Utopian society will benefit from your losses. With that, I thank you. Keep your eyes open, my celebrated regal: victory comes our way, through yours. And please, do not try and locate my position. Your radars are not that qualified.
Sincerely, Ace"
"Who's Ace?" Ron asked.
"New villain?" she replied, supposing a new foe was the case. "Why did he send a warning to his own robberies, and what did he mean by "my plan to Utopian society"?" she practically whispered, to herself in wonderment.
Kim clicked on her Kimmunicator, and her 10 year old super genius friend Wade appeared on the screen.
"Any news from the Prime Minister?" he asked.
"Apparently we have a mystery on our hands, Wade. An anonymous letter was sent as a warning against a series of bank robberies the sender was supposedly responsible for."
"Well that's weird." Wade scratched his head.
"I want you to scan the letter, see if you can dig up anything from the handwriting, or the paper it was written on while Ron and I check out the scene of the robberies."
"Scan away, Kim."
With that, Kim aimed the front of the Kimmunicator at the top of the paper, and drew it down as a blue beam came from the small device.
Wade typed on his keyboard as he received the scan of the letter. "I'll get back to you as soon as I get any information."
"Thanks, Wade."
Kim clicked off her Kimmunicator, and put it in her pocket.
"C'mon, Ron."
Ron followed.
The police led Kim and Ron to one of the banks which were robbed. Its windows were shattered from the policemen's gunshots, they were told. The inside was a wreck. The giant vault was wide open, and hundreds of tattered bags and bills were everywhere. Furniture was turned over, and some were smashed to pieces.
One of the policemen who took part in the scene approached the two teens. He looked worried, and a bit shaken. He was a man in about his early 30s, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Can you tell us who did this, sir?" Kim asked. "Can you say what they looked like, maybe?"
The man seemed to wake up a bit from his fright, and into a more stable state.
"Well…there were five of them, all male…I think. One I distinctly remember, as I thought to be their leader, had bandages wrapped all around his face, and wore these really strange goggles.
"Bangages?" Ron asked.
"Yes…bandages. And another one…he was very odd. I recall he had a very cheeky attitude, compared to the other one who was very grave…but this other one…he wore a black trench coat, a black buckaroo hat and tiny black sunglasses…and he was really pale, I noticed."
"Um…okay…and the others?"
"Er…there was a younger boy, with blonde hair, and then another middle aged man with auburn hair and a weary kind of face, really…and…and the last one was an elder man; he talked to the boy…he might have been his father."
"Well…okay. Doesn't sound like anyone we know..." Kim commented. "Let's search for clues."
For about a half an hour Kim and Ron searched all over the bank. They didn't find anything. Kim even used her spectrometer sunglasses, and it picked up absolutely nothing.
"Well that's weird, there's normally something." Kim said, to no one in particular.
Ron shrugged. "I guess these new guys are good at covering their tracks." Rufus crawled out from inside Ron's pocket and sniffed around the bank, trying to help.
"Hmm…I guess so."
The hero and sidekick searched all the other banks, still finding nothing. They began to get a little nervous as to thinking who they could be up against. They've never had any villain who's been able to clean their trail. And…since they were so skilled…would they be searching for more than money the next time? Maybe they'd grow tired of robberies, and attempt at some eviler criminality? If that's even a word?
Disappointed, Kim and Ron returned to Middleton at nightfall. The long flight had worn them out, as they normally do, and both nearly collapsed when they walked through the door. They slept soundly, and awoke the next morning with difficulty and attitude.
The two successfully woke up early enough to reach school without being late. Keeping up with the hectic of morning chaos, Kim and Ron reached fourth period English with the militaristic Mr. Barkin, who substituted the class.
"Alllllllllllll right, Ms. Jenkins had to be out today...and as you know I'll be substituting for the class. The assignment she acquired for you all to complete was to read the last chapters of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. She required a class discussion…so…Stoppable, why don't we start with you."
"Err…yeah bad call, Mr. B…didn't read it!" Ron spoke with an odd tone of pride.
"And that would be because…?"
"Because I didn't feel like it." Ron lay back in his chair. Apparently he thought keeping loyal to his essential Ronness instincts were more important than his grades. Kim rolled her eyes.
"What about you, Possible? Any questions, comments or concerns, hmm?" Barkin pressed.
Kim pondered. She'd read the rest of the book on the plane ride back from London. She particularly didn't like the ending. Actually, she didn't like the book at all. Kim felt the realism in the book was pretty slim. She felt destiny played too much of a role in the story. Jane couldn't have possibly by chance met her cousins of all people in the world, and fall right into their lives, luckily, when she needed them the most. She wouldn't have left Mr. Rochester without supplying herself with food, and extra clothing, and making sure she had a place to stay. Kim disapproved of fiction. Not most, but just the ones she felt were a little overboard on the scale of practicality. And Kim would know practicality—the stuff she deals with could be considered fiction itself.
"Well…Ms. Possible, do you have something to say?"
"Yes, actually I do. I didn't like it. It was too…too hard to follow."
"Annnnd why is that?"
"Because…the stuff that happens in that book is too…fantasized. People don't have lives like that! Its too venturesome to be so dramatic like that. I deal with goons all the time, but hey! This is just too distant from what I know. And I know a lot."
"Looks like somebody had a boost of pride this morning. So…you think you know how to judge people's lives, little missy?"
"No, I…"
" You think just because you saave the world, and you deal with goons, you know everything about the experience of people's lives?!"
"No, Mr. Barkin I'm just saying I think it's all so overdramatic, and unrealistic! Fiction always is!"
Mr. Barkin eyed Kim, and grumbled. The bell rang.
Kim slowly moped to her locker after the discussion. She isn't judging! She just disliked books that weren't very realistic. Her imagination wasn't too stretched out for these things. Besides, her entire life revolved around crime fighting and facing the real deal. She just wasn't cut out for fantasies and imaginative tales!"
Kim opened up her locker, Ron coming up from behind her. The computer in Kim's locker turned on as soon as she opened it, Wade's face appearing in an excited expression.
"Kim! I got the analysis of that strange letter that was sent to the Prime Minister."
Kim perked up, forgetting all about the discussion. She was in her mission mode, and that was something she knew well.
"The handwriting I was able to identify."
On the computer screen, a picture of a criminal mug shot. It was a young woman, in her late twenties it looked like, with dark blonde hair; blunt bangs and long layered hair. She had a militaristic, cold expression on her face, painted over hard, defined features. She was pretty, but had a daunting look to her.
"Her name is Adrianna Catherine Skinner, but everyone knew her as Ace. She was arrested for illegal unethical robotic experiments a few years ago. Her criminal record held her handwriting which I was able to match up with the letter. Nobody's heard of her since her release."
"And as to her location?"
"The letter held some traces of seawater, but that's about it. I'm guessing she's residing somewhere across the ocean, maybe an island?"
"So…you don't know her exact location?"
"Well, I did some research on her robotic experiments, and I realize that she was known for her special metallic hybrid—some kind of mixture between titanium, steel, alloy, tungsten, iron, iridium, tin and other metals…some contained specifically inside meteors."
Kim raised an eyebrow.
"Point is, I can track the metal." Wade said.
"So...if we find the metal—"
"We find our villain."
Kim smiled in joy. She was ready for a fight.
A/N: I have nothing against Jane Eyre. I'm reading it for school now, and frankly I like the book. (Mr. Rochester=3). I couldn't think up another book, so I just went with that one. And I don't know if Kim likes to read or not, but I used it for the plot of the story b/c it made sense with Character Isle. It made sense for me that Kim deals with a lot of intense reality that her interests weren't cut out for so much fantasy and stuff like that.
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