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Kim Possible sifted through hundreds of college acceptance letters. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to apply to nearly every college in the world.
After finishing reading letter number 322, Kim decided she needed a break. She brushed a hand through her red hair and got up from the breakfast nook table where all the letters were put into two piles; read and unread.
She went to cupboard and grabbed a glass out of it and then went to the sink and filled it with water. It was a hot day in June in Middleton. It was just way too hot to sit in the same spot and read "You have been accepted" over and over again.
Kim was wearing blue jean-shorts and her lime-green cut-off. She sat back at the table with her glass and took a gulp.
Just then, Dr. Anne Possible came into the room, getting ready to head to work at the hospital.
"Morning, Kimmie," she said, "How goes the college hunt?"
"Morning Mom," said Kim, "Incredibly boring, and tedious."
"Have you narrowed down the field any since the last time you looked through?"
"Well, I have decided that I think I'll stay in this country."
"That does narrow it down some. But you do know that you have to choose pretty soon. It's only about two-and-a-half months before college starts."
"But no pressure, right?"
"Of course, no pressure. But I just don't see how hard it is to pick. You can go anywhere you like and, well, dare I say, can do anything."
"That's what makes it so hard to decide Mom. I can do anything I want, but I don't know what I want to do."
"Didn't you once say you wanted to go into international diplomacy?"
"Yeah, but I'm not so sure about that anymore."
"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to make a decision. I have to get to work. I've got two surgeries this morning for starters." Dr. Possible came over to her daughter and gave her a kiss on her daughter's forehead. "See you later, Kimmie."
"Bye, Mom."
Mrs. Dr. Possible walked out of the room and then out of the house, leaving Kim Possible alone in the house. Mr. Dr. Possible was already at work at the space station. Jim and Tim were at the Middleton Mall, playing at the arcade.
Kim took another drink out of her glass of water. "Okay, on to letter number 323."
Just then, the familiar tone of the Kimmunicator rang out. Kim reached into her pocket and pulled it out. She pressed the button and the screen came to life, showing Wade sitting in his room at his multiple computers.
"What's up, Wade?" Kim asked.
"Hey, Kim," answered Wade with a smile, but then his expression changed to a slightly confused one. "Late spring cleaning?" he asked, observing the piles of letters on the table.
"No, going through the college acceptances again."
"Oh, ha, been there."
"Hey, Wade, what college was it that you went to during your school… uhh… months?"
"Well, I didn't actually physically go to the college, but I went straight for the top and went for Harvard."
"Really? I got two letters from them. They wanted to make sure I got the first one."
"Where have you been thinking of going?"
"I have no idea, and I think my head is going to explode if I read the rest of these acceptance letters."
"Well, then I have just the remedy. There's a hit on the site."
"I'd prefer a mission to this any day. What's the sitch?"
"There's been a break-in at the Middleton Museum."
"What's the damage?"
"That's just it, Kim. Nothing's been stolen. I tapped into the security feed from last night. Look at this."
Wade pressed a button on his computer and the screen changed to a camera that was watching the outside of the Middleton Museum. A figure appeared and quickly approached the front door, his face away from the camera. They were wearing a black, trench coat. The figure took out a tool and stuck into the lock and managed to break open the door and ran inside. The screen flashed back to Wade.
"Somehow, he was able to get through all of the security."
"So who would break into a museum and not do anything?" asked Kim.
"That's another thing, Kim. The person who placed the hit believes they might still be hiding in the building. They could use your help."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
"I already called Ron. He's on the way to your house."
"Thanks Wade."
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Kim made her way to the Middleton Museum in the Roth SL Coupe 2.0 wearing her mission gear with Ron Stoppable sitting on the passenger side in his mission clothes as well.
"So a burglar goes into a museum and doesn't… uhh… burgle anything, if that's a word," said Ron.
"That's pretty much it," said Kim.
"What's the point, then? I mean, that's like, the only reason people voluntarily go into museums these days. At least people we encounter."
"I don't know. He could be just another one of those thrill-seekers, breaking into places for the sake of breaking into them. We'll find out when we get there, I suppose."
"So, have you finished going through the college acceptances yet?"
Kim let out a sigh, "No, not yet. It's driving me crazy. I don't know which one to choose. Did you get any yet?"
"Yes, I did get a few." Ron had applied to nearly every college in the world like Kim did; only he hadn't gotten anything close to the acceptances Kim had received. "But somehow, a couple of them forgot my name. How do you forget somebody's name when you're using the internet? And it's not even a hard name to forget. And somehow, Rufus got an acceptance letter to a college I applied to."
Rufus popped out of Ron's pocket just then. "Woohoo, yeah!" he squeaked.
"But what I'm worried about the most is that if we go to two different colleges, then we won't get to see each other much."
"Oh, Ron…"
"I mean, you'll have classes, and I'll have classes. Sure, we might have the weekends and winter and summer vacation, but we'll both be working. Maybe we'll have the occasional mission, but…"
"Ron!" cried Kim, putting one hand on his shoulder.
"What?"
"It's going to be okay. We'll find a way to see each other. Maybe we can both go to the same college. I'm sure I've been accepted to any college you've been accepted to."
"I'm just worried that we might get split up and never get to see each other. You know what they say about long distance relationships."
"Don't worry Ron. We'll find a way to make it work."
"Aww," Rufus sighed.
Kim pulled up to the parking lot of the Middleton Museum and found a parking spot. She turned the engine off and she, Ron, and Rufus, came out of the car and walked up to the museum.
A security guard was standing by the door. "Oh, Kim Possible," he said, recognizing her from the many news programs reporting her rescues and missions, "What brings you here?"
"We're here to investigate the break-in."
"Break-in? No such thing has occurred here."
"What? But we received a hit on the site. There was even video footage."
"Really?"
"Yeah, check it out." Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator and replayed the footage that Wade had shown her earlier to the guard.
"Hmm, well I'll be. But the lock here is intact. And no security has been set off. And no one has reported of anyone breaking in."
Kim turned the Kimmunicator towards her and beeped in Wade.
"Wade, are you sure about this break-in. There's no sign of entry and nobody's claimed break-in."
"That camera footage was no lie. I would say the person is still in there, like the hit said."
"Can you trace where the hit came from?"
"With my eyes closed." Wade began typing a few buttons on his computer. In a few seconds he said, "Whoa."
"Whoa?"
"Yeah, a 'whoa' from Wade is never a good 'whoa'," said Ron.
"The hit came from inside the museum," said Wade, "from a personal computer."
"Officer," said Kim, "we need to get in the building. Whoever broke in last night is still in there."
"All right," said the security guard, "I'll round up security and we'll do a search. Good thing we're not open today."
The group went inside the building and the guard broke off from them. Ron and Kim started searching through the museum.
They came to a large circular room with paintings along the outside. "So if I broke into a museum and didn't want to steal anything," said Ron, "where would I hide?"
"I'm still wondering how this hit was made," said Kim, "or more importantly, who made it."
Just then, the lights in the room went out. "Yeah," said Ron, "I'm gonna make a wild guess and say the person who just turned the lights out.
In the darkness, a single white light came on from above in the middle of the room. Suddenly there were loud sliding noises. Kim could barely see that it was the barred security gates shutting and locking into place. They were trapped.
Kim reached for the Kimmunicator and turned it on, only to find that there was nothing on the screen but static.
"Don't bother, Kim Posssible," said a deep voice from the darkness, "I've jammed the signal for your Kimmunicator for this area. You won't be calling for help. Besides, there's no need for it."
"Show yourself," demanded Kim.
"Very well," said the voice.
From the darkness, a figure emerged into the light, mere feet from Kim and Ron. They were slightly startled by the appearance of the figure. He was slightly taller than Kim. He was dressed all in black. He was wearing a black trench coat, a black shirt, and black jeans with black pocket packs attached and black boots. On his face, he wore a mask. It was rounded like a hockey mask, but it was split into two colors, the left side was black, and the right was silver. In the middle of the mask was a small silver loop protruding into the black side, making the mask look like two pieces of a puzzle. The only holes in the mask were near the mouth for breathing and at the eyes, which showed them to be a dark blue.
"Kim Possible," he said, his voice sounded half-robotic, it was possibly being spoken through a voice changer, "at last we meet, face-to-face."
"The mask kind of eliminates the face-to-face part, don't you think?" said Kim.
The masked stranger seemed surprised by Kim's remark, but the he let out a short chuckle, "Always the witty one, aren't you?"
"So, who are you?"
"Pardon my manners. My name is Mindbend."
"Okay, Mindbend, what are you doing here?"
"Actually, I'm here for you."
Kim and Ron looked at each other with a puzzled look. Then they both looked back to Mindbend.
"It was just too easy to lure you here," he said, reaching into the inside of his trench coat, and then pulling out a laptop. "All I have to do is call for help and you come running, no matter what the… sitch. This also is my means of jamming your Kimmunicator signal. It was actually slightly challenging."
"So, what do you want with me?" asked Kim.
"For the past few years, you've been my target Kim Possible. I've been watching you for some time now. And, no, not in that way. I'm not some sort of sick stalker." Mindbend pulled out a remote from one of his pockets after putting the laptop back in the inside of his jacket. He pressed a button and a screen lowered from the ceiling. He hit another button on the remote and a bunch of images of Kim and Ron on their missions suddenly appeared.
"I've been studying you, learning how you do what you do. It seems that you could actually be the only one who could stop me from accomplishing my goal."
"Let me guess, world domination?" asked Ron.
"No, Ron, I've no desire to take over the world like those other idiots. It's just too much responsibility. No, I have another goal that I know you two would catch onto and try to stop me. So I just need to remove you from the equation."
Kim quickly got into a fighting position, "You won't be taking us out without a fight."
"Hold on," said Mindbend, raising a hand, "I didn't say anything about killing you. I just need you to be unable to stop me. Not that you're any match for my genius."
"Your genius? No one's a match for my… uhh… our… combined intelligence," said Ron.
"I hope your including your Wade Load friend in that. If you are, then you're just nowhere close to being right. With no ego, I can say that I am the most intelligent person on this planet, as you will soon learn."
"What? Wade's a super-genius. Nobody's smarter than him."
"My name's Mindbend, not nobody."
"So, back to my original question, what do you want?" asked Kim.
Mindbend waved a finger. "That is something you have to figure out for yourself."
"Won't have to."
Kim spring jumped towards Mindbend and went for a flying kick. Mindbend jumped out of the way. Kim went for multiple kicks and punches, but to Kim's surprise, he blocked every single move. Mindbend back flipped and then hit a roundhouse kick, catching Kim in the face and knocking her down.
Ron came after Mindbend but he quickly clothes lined him, bringing Ron down hard.
Kim got back up but MindBend leaped into the darkness. She looked around for any sign of his movement but she couldn't.
"Kim, if you want to find the answer," Mindbend's voice echoed out from somewhere in the room, "it's right above you, but if you look up, it'll just go behind you."
After a few seconds, the lights came back on and Mindbend was gone.
"Wha-where did he go?" asked Ron, getting up from the floor.
"He's gone. Are you all right?" asked Kim.
"Yeah, but what was that about? That whole 'above you behind you' thing?"
"I don't know. It sounded like some sort of riddle. Maybe he was just trying to confuse us."
"He did that to me."
"Ohh, me too," squeaked Rufus.
Just then, the security bars opened up and a group of security guards came into the room. "Did you find the culprit?" asked one of them.
Kim sighed at the fact that she would have to explain that they got away. But now she was very confused. What could this Mindbend person have been up to? And what could that last thing he said have meant. This was going to be a major headache.
This is my first KP fanfic, so please review it. I hope you enjoy it.