Hydrodynamic Power

Chapter 1

Nowadays the hallowed halls of the renowned educational facility, respectfully known as Middleton High, were filled with the dubious laughter of hundred if not thousands of youthful teenagers. Some were here to drink from the well of knowledge that their teachers drew forth and placed neatly before them. Others because the law stated they were too continue with this form of organised prison system until they were of a certain age and then they were out of here. Unfortunately it wouldn't be until some time later that this lot learned that a higher level of education was a good idea for there weren't that many well paying jobs that didn't require some form of college or university diploma. After several years of quoting "Would you like fries with that?" they might get the idea and head off to a better school, or not.

Anyways; these halls were like many of there contemporaries around the world. Long stretches of inexpensively tiled hallways that the janitorial staff could never seem to get clean no mater how much solvent was used. Great expanses of bland white lockers were bolted to the walls on almost every available empty space. In the case of this school the metal cubby-holes were of a two tiered system with a pair of singles place one atop the other. A dial variety of lock was imbedded into each metal door and since a student was given the storeroom at the beginning of their high school career and it stayed with them throughout, it made things easier for management not to have to continuously change each combination every year. Another interesting addition was multiple slates cut into each door; these were air vents introduced into each for safety reasons. Unhygienic students occasionally would forget to remove unwanted food refuse or old unwashed gym equipment for many months and this could prove almost fatal if some poor body stuffed his or her head too far into the closet while looking about for some desired object.

As with almost every school this one had an auditorium for formal assemblies as well as a large gymnasium for all sorts of indoor games. Great spacious rooms exited from the hallways where a multitude of youth of similar ages would learn whatever they were supposed to from a wide curriculum.

In this multi levelled facility there were all the necessary means for survival including water fountains for re-hydration, bathrooms for removing excess solids and liquids the body did no longer required. Wall boards that all manor of information could be posted informing those who wished to know about upcoming activities from impending sporting practices, challenging metal groups, the procrastination committee had finally fixed a date for there somewhat annual meeting they just hadn't figured where yet. But at this time a big multicoloured poster proclaimed that dance was to arrive in the next short while and you should find yourself a partner and a ticket post haste.

But at this point in time, according to the non-digital clock on the wall, one class was out and another would begin shortly so students should hurry along lest they be late. Most ignored that sound bit of advice and chose to amble along at a more leisurely pace, one akin more to a wounded tortoise than an to a soaring eagle. Some were lounging having a so called study period where they would dubiously fallow the prescribed practice of studying. But the vast majority were hanging about in small knots conversing with one another about anything that might be dramatically important.

One such small group of youthful boys were camped out around a slightly older adolescence listening intently to his tale of daring do. He wasn't a great deal older but he had just received his drivers licence and the use of his parent's elderly vehicle. This was an upscale area but not an opulent one where spoiled, unpleasant rich children would receive their own automobile upon getting this little bit of plastic paper stating that the government believed they had the ability to operate a motorized vehicle safely.

The boy was in his element with his unlimited youthful bravado flowing like the swiftest river in full floor. All those around were enraptured and if not believing him were at least paying attention. He was the ultimate in cool, or at least he thought he was. His baseball cap was on slightly askew covering over a head of hair that could easily be classified as unkempt; a large unruly lock of blonde hair was flying wildly out the front. Clothing that was oversized and baggy made him look scrawny and underfeed. The crotch of his jeans hung down bellow where his knees were situated meaning the waist of said pants was actually not around his waist but somewhere below. Since he wore no belt he was constantly, having to physically hold his trousers in an upright position. Tucking his outsized shirt in was a good thing, meaning nobody had the misfortune to glimpse his oddly shaded undergarments. The last bit of clothing he wore was a long jacket that hung down somewhere between his knees and the floor, the sleeves were too long and he had bunched them up around his elbows. Pockets of the previously stated covering were situated at the sides and were a little out of reach but at least he could hide his hands inside without to much difficulty.

Leaning back against the lockers he looked the ultimate in cool with one hand in his jacket pocket the other making a wide sweep in front of his crowd's enraptured faces. "Oh ya guys I tell ya she was a real goer." He smiled in a rather brash manner; all the while nodding his head slowly which caused that unruly lock to bob before his face. "Picked her up in my parent's car…"

"You mean you Mom's minivan?"

"Yes well…sometimes there are advantages to a minivan." His smirk grew to cover almost his entire face; the cheeks above turned an additional shade of rosy red. "Like last night."

His younger audience let their imaginations run wild and were picturing something that could be wildly different than what had actually transpired. "Took her out to dinner, then the movies and later parked with a wonderful view of the old quarry. Those seats folded down nicely into a bed." Even if his memory wasn't quite into what had actually transpired. But as they always say don't let the facts get in the way of a good story.

"So did you go all the way with her; or what man?" the question had to be asked.

"Oh ya, we went for a trip around the bases." He was happy he was now a player.

"So man what was her name?" asked a squeaky voiced youth.

"Kim…something or other." Good grief it was only this weekend, he should remember her name at this point.

"Was it Possible?" enquired the same petite young man.

The older youth's finger waggled before the boys face, but not noting the malicious grin and cold eyes that haunted those features. "Yes that's…no wait that's not…."

He never got a chance to finish. All he noted was a brilliant sapphire flash and the world blurred for an instant. His poor frame was smashed bodily against the lockers, jarring his teeth and sending his hat tumbling to the ground. Pined up against the cubby holes with feet dangling in the air his emotions ran a wide gauntlet from confusion to fear to pain.

Looking down at his assailant through eyes that had begun to glazed over with tears. He didn't even know this guy but he was most likely had a year in seniority. His blonde hair wasn't long but had a tussled look to it. The dark brown eyes on his oval head were cold and full of fury; a curled sneer twisted the corners of his thin lips. His thin body must be stronger than it appeared for he had lifted the youth and held him high in the air. The red with black trim shirt he wore was lose and baggy seemingly to hang loosely off his body. But oddly enough there was a small pink blob sitting upon the guys shoulder chattering away angrily.

"Don't you ever talk about Kim Possible that way again!" he snarled from between clenched teeth.

The reduced adolescence was dumbfounded and could only mouth the words he was thinking. A glare from those hateful eyes stabbed through to his very sole and he could only nod dumbly.

Another great flash of light and the youth was heaved down the length of the hallway. His body bounced once, then once again and he skidded down the dirty tile floor. Rolling uncontrollably his extra-large clothing twisted about his frame tying him into an unfathomable wrinkled mess. Passers by as well as on lookers stared in disbelief as his figure tumbled past. Then suddenly he struck and solid object and stopped abruptly. A low grumble emanated from the entity he had come into contact with; subsequently a loud booming explosion burst forth "STOPPABLE OFFICE! NOW!"

Xxxxx

It was a soft, almost silent purr that rippled from deep within his throat. This quiet noise caused not a wrinkle upon the air in this exceptionally large building he had so recently come to paused. He was quite content with himself and in general the world around him, so much so that he cheerfully rocked back and forth upon the balls of his feet. His wee tiny hands were loosely held in a relaxed manner behind his back.

Not quite as impressive as he desired to be, this gentleman still managed to stand out in a crowd. It wasn't that his hair of jet black seemed to stand straight up from top of his head. The unfortunate added bonus was that the sides looked as though they were becoming slowly defoliated leaving only the crown of his head with any degree of the once dark follicles. At the very base of his skull was a band that held the remainder of his lengthy mane the remainder spilling out into a thick tail ending where his shoulder blades began.

Nor was it the clothes he wore that drew eyes towards him. He dressed in the shades he enjoyed most, generally from the darker corner of the colour spectrum, blue and black were his pick. A heavy lab coat that hung down almost to his knees covered his torso and a matching set of trousers made of the same heavy material adorned the lower half of his body. Long black gloves sheltered his hands from any laboratory related accidents and there seemed to be a great many. These were very tight and drawn half way up his arms, the sleeve ends of the jacket were tucked into the gloves for safety reasons. Loose clothing and machinery did not make a good combination as he had found out earlier in his career. Around his waist was a belt of black synched tight and the high collar of his jacket was of the same shade of bleakness. As for his feet, well they were upholstered in thick heavy onyx boots. The only bit of brightness upon his person was the brilliant green buttons that held his belt as well as the neck piece of his jacket together. On some days like today he felt a little over heated but he sometimes suffered, mostly not, for villainous science.

No what most people noted about this particular gentleman was the colour of his skin which was not a normal shade of pink. No this person had skin of blue, not a deep dark blue of his jacket but a lighter blue as a woman might chose for a pair of shoes. Normally his face was a mask of annoyance with a deeply furrowed unibrow. Weighty dark bags hung beneath his threatening shadowy eyes, only one, the left, held a foreboding scare beneath. Not normally known for a pleasant disposition; today he allowed things to be just a little different. He stared not so much into space but straight up at his latest creation. With his lips pursed tightly together he seemed to be humming to himself an odd little tune. That was until he suddenly spoke. "Ah…you finally made it." His voice was dark and foreboding as the words spilled off his tongue.

It wasn't that he heard the approach of his companion, it was more he sensed her presence and awaited the lancing attack of her barbed tongue.

Stopping not more than several paces behind him this youthful woman seemed to wait for something. It wasn't as if she wasn't a striking semblance of feminine beauty for she wasn't really. Oh she was attractive enough. Very long very luxurious locks of the deepest black cascaded down from the top of her head down the length of her spine to well passed her well formed highly muscled buttocks. A body that was an eye-catching perfect hour glass shape with firm well rounded breasts, highly defined abdomen and shapely hips. Through years of hard work and training her body had become pretty much the very panicle of what it meant to be a femme fatale. She was a decidedly over tightened spring ready to explode at any moment, quite often in a direction not intended by her employer.

The downside to this vision of feminine beauty was she rarely ever smiled, unless she was inflicting some form of pain and suffering upon some undeserved sole. Her face was deeply lined with a perpetual scowl that unnaturally marred her relatively pretty face. Eyes were like two drops of oil contaminating an ocean of white. When desired they could bore into ones sole as a lance would puncture an armoured knight. Brows were as black as her hair, and also her heart, while thick and though seemingly bushy were not overgrown and fly away. Instead they were well sculptured and seemed quite natural for the upper portion of the face they occupied. Below the pert little nose were her lips, which seemed inexplicably dark but didn't give the impression of being coloured by any man made substance.

Clothing seemed to be an odd patchwork of green and black was, with few exceptions skin tight, hugging those wondrous female curves from her broad shoulders down to her tiny delicate feet. Long elbow length gloves were pulled stiff around claw like fingers. Holding this costume together seemed to be noting more that an aqua like button at her neck and another upon the very centre of her waist belt. Upon the right leg, just above the ankle was a small purse of sorts, the contents unknown.

The only other thing noteworthy was that her flesh was shaded green; more akin to a large grape than to a martini olive. It was still an odd tone of skin for such a striking bit of female flesh. One eyebrow rose questioningly "So why is this so much better than before?" She may have asked the question but that didn't mean she really wanted an answer.

"I'm so glad you asked!" the man responded gleefully. "Just look …" his arm jetted out pointing with his entirety of his hand in the general direction of his newest dastardly creation.

To say it was large would be an understatement; it towered almost from floor to ceiling of this aircraft sized hanger. A massive grey circular pipe rose from the ground, it was a hallow pipe that would ring an odd tone if rapped solidly. Four heavy bolts held it in place. Those quad of supports erupted from the floor at odd angles, holding screws were fastened as well as could be expected but still they seemed to be rather shoddily secured. At the very panicle was a large flying saucer shaped green plastic shell which sprouted out in all directions. Human access was via a long ladder that was just as equally defectively bolted to the wall of the central tube. Sticking out the flank; affixed tightly to the dome like a lamprey was an equally emerald coloured tube. It twisted and turned its way around central shaft, undulating in an odd pattern until it reached a large pool of water dug into the concrete floor.

"You see Shego." The blue man continued "water is pumped up from the pond below up to the very summit. From there it swirls down and around, picking up speed until it falls into the pool below." The doctor's voice rose as his excitement grew, his finger tracing its way along the outworking coil. "It will be pure unadulterated hydrodynamic power!" His voice had risen several octaves as the words echoed from his mouth. The ending of his little tirade was a long loud villainous laugh that rang joyously through the cavernous building.

Shego's face remained as impassive as it had been before the description. She just wasn't as excited about the hydrothingy as he was.

Turning on a heal Drakken began to wonder towards the door. "Now Shego you're in charge while the boys and I are out getting the remainder of the supplies for this operation. Now be a good girl while we're gone." He was being so annoyingly cheerful; it hurt her ears just listening to him.

Hands on hips the not so good Miss Go watched the man she occasionally called boss practically skip his way out the building.

Xxxxx

Mrs. Doctor Possible was standing in her bedroom folding the day's laundry, at least for herself and her husband. The other bits of clothing would be dumped upon the child's bed and then unceremoniously smashed, pummelled and crumpled into the appropriate drawer. If it made it there at all, at least that was how it worked with her boys, her daughter on the other hand was a little better with her garments but not by a great sum. Raising one of her husbands crisp white shirts to her breast she quickly and with much practice slide the arms along the rear of the top and placing the bit of fabric down upon a flat section of her bed, doubled it over until it was in a nice compact form ready to be placed neatly in the proper compartment inside an oversized wooden dresser. With that one set off to the side she reached into the basket for the next to begin the process all over again.

Since the door to her bedroom was wide open and positioned not far from the stairs leading from the lower level of her split level home she could easily note the comings and goings of her family. In this case she could distinguish the slow quite tromping steps of small tired feet. Through the simple process of elimination she guessed that is was not the hurried gallop of her twin sons, nor was it the slow casual tromp of her husband home from work. But most likely it was her daughter for there was nobody left unless one of the relatives was creeping around the house. Normally her daughter crept along quieter than a church mouse but today it sounded like her baby girl was in a funk.

Leaving her task the good doctor travelled out the door of her bedroom and into the hallway. There she paused at the base of the simple stairway that led up to her little girl's room. A slight groan emanated from the bed springs as her offspring's slender frame settled upon the matrices. She heard a depressed sigh as a large sack of books clattered to the floor, possibly spilling upon the carpet.

It was a standard hallway in which the woman stood. A bright cheery bluish green paint splashed across the walls. Spaced at decorative heights and distances were the obligatory photos of family during different periods of their lives. The only piece of furniture was an old dresser that held extra linens for the bedrooms, its surface bedecked with an overgrown fern that always seemed in need of a good drink. The stairs were really nothing more than a slender framework; a pair deeply stained two by eights supported the evenly spaced steps. It was fortunately more stable than it looked. The steps led to a hole in the ceiling which was one of the entrances to her teenaged daughter's room.

With a sigh Mother figured that something might be wrong between her two little preschool sweethearts as only one set of footsteps had been heard not to mention the boyfriend being about as stealthy as a rhino. So slowly did her designer heels mount the stairs and climb the short distance into the upper most story of the Possible homestead.

The room itself was bright and airy thanks to the massive bay windows that lined the one wall of this impressive space. A small single bed lay not in the centre of the room but just slightly off to one side, the advantage allowing excess clothing to be strewn about in a haphazard manner. This was a more modern bed, if one could call it that for it was the same frame that the girl had acquired when a wee child. The outer shell of the pressed wood was an odd purple shade, not something natural for wood. Two pillows one of deep red the other a more pinkie orange we're nearest the head board. Seated in the very middle of a now crinkled purple matrix was a very bleak looking teenage girl.

Strolling past the elderly beanbag chair Mrs. Possible's long legs quickly placed her on the bed beside her obviously stressed daughter. Now seated beside one another, with her arm draped around the younger it was not hard to tell they were related. Both had a similar build with long thin willowy bodies although the elder was almost a head taller than the younger and always would be. Mother's hair was the reddish colour of a carrot while the daughter had inherited some of her father's brown hair so her locks were of a much deeper red. Both had roundish faces with thin lips and pert little noses; mom had eyes of deep watery blue, the kind of solution found at the most remote tropical islands with stunning sandy white beaches. The green eyes of the girl's were that of emeralds that lined the most valuable rings upon the dainty fingers of charming debutants.

Down farther were long thin necks that supported those pretty faces. Breasts were small but firm and most exquisite in their roundness, waists were narrow but with a slight swell into small hips. Both girls's possessed good solid bottoms and the most wonderful long legs that any man could ever desire. Although the mother made hers even more so with the addition of very high heels that caused the back of her legs to swell ever the more so. If the elder Possible was feeling adventurous a set of old fashioned stocking, a kind that had the line that ran up the back of the leg. Something designed to draw every eye towards her best attribute; both male and female. It was something her little girl hadn't picked up yet but hopefully some day when she could afford the best she would be decked out in similarly wicked set of stilettos.

Asking the obvious question "What's wrong sweetheart?" said while pulling the girl in for a hug.

"Ron got kicked out of school." This statement was mumbled in a dull monotone voice. Ron was the young ladies long time best friend and more recently had been upgraded to boyfriend and lover when the pair could get away with it.

"What!" the surprise was more than apparent in Dr. Possible's voice.

"Well not so much kicked out as…suspended."

Mom stared wide in disbelief at the words emerging from the mouth of her little one. The boy was about as calm and sedate as anyone she'd ever know with a pulse. The fact that he'd made the football team was a shock to all concerned his parents just as much as anybody else. That he somehow managed to become a star play even more so. Add in a streak of paranoia that he become a casualty meant for person who generally avoided any altercation, unless he was teamed up with an overachieving world saving girlfriend. "That doesn't sound like Ron at all. What happened?"

Another in a long line of sighs "He got mad and beat up some guy."

Bringing her fingers to her lips mother Possible wondered if this was the same young man that had spent so many years beneath her roof. "Ron getting mad? That doesn't sound like him at all." The boy occasionally got serious but rarely ever mad.

"He usually only gets mad when somebody blows up Bueno Nacho." Her little girl tried to explain.

Mrs. Possible hooked her daughters chin with one dainty finger drawing it over and upwards so they could look into each others eyes. "I'm guessing this wasn't about Beuno Nacho?"

Head slumping towards her chest, once more her hands moved outwards with a helpless shrug. "I only heard it from Monique but…he knows I would never do anything like that. But….I mean…" another sigh and her words trailed off into nothingness as if she couldn't figure out the right expression.

Mom brought her little one in tight with a firm one armed hug. "Sometimes it just doesn't matter whether they know or not; guys just don't like it when people talk trash about their girl. It's a sort of defending ones honour thing."

With a very quiet snort Kim looked up at her mother through the very tips of her eyes "Mom, how is it you can love somebody so much and yet…."

"And yet want to strangle them." There was a very weak smile with no mirth in her eyes as Kim looked at her parent questioning the wisdom of such a statement; regardless her mother continued. "Loving someone is wanting too and not doing it. Goodness knows I've wanted to do you and the rest of this clan in many times and yet you all still survive." Ruffling her fingers through her daughters long red tresses "So what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll have a talk a little later. Give him a chance to stew some." It was quiet for several moments as both women just sat in quiet contemplation.

Quite abruptly the silence was shattered by an annoying high pitched electronic chirping noise, Beep Be Beedeep echoed through the sizeable bedroom. It repeated itself once more until the youthful Possible lady reached behind her back and produced a small blue communications device that had been clipped her pants. "Go Wade." She called out in a tired voice.

The contraption was somewhat larger than a good sized cell phone but still managed to fit nicely in the palm of her hand. It was constructed of a moulded deep blue plastic. The lower segment held the controls, an on / off switch as well as an area designed for scrolling through different menus and activating the one most desired. Upon the upper portion was a small high resolution view screen the image of which showed a young lad of African origins. He was a slightly portly youth with curly black hair cropped fairly close to his skull. Kim had rarely seen him in person for this youth was never in school, he had already graduated collage by the age of ten and since he was now twelve she had no idea if he did anything other than monitor her website and fix her up with gadget intended to aid her in her world saving exploits. He almost never left the confines of his parent's basement preferring to communicate via this little device. Even then the outlook was not an exceptional one for the boy also remained partially hidden from view by mean of a monstrous pile of computer equipment the likes of which varied from screens to keyboards, printers and Kim had no idea what purpose some of the machines were for.

"Bad news Kim Drakken's up to something big!" he exclaimed.

With a tired roll of her eyes "Isn't he always?" she commented.

"He's go some sort of Hydrodynamic weapon on the go."

"Well at least its sounds impressive. I'll get ready; do you have a ride for me?" Her voice was still lacking enthusiasm as she began to rise from the bed and head on over to cubby hole where she kept her mission wardrobe.

Punching away on his keyboard without even looking at the appropriate screen, "Yep, should be there in several moments. Are you gonna call Ron or shall I?"

"I think we'll leave Ron out of this for now, I think the two of us need to have a little talk before anything serious goes down." Kim didn't note the expression that occurred when her mother heard the news that Ron would be left behind on a mission. It was a mirrored example given off by the youth inside the video box. It was fairly well know to all but Kim that she never did quite as well without her trusty companion by her side and that applied to pretty much all aspects of her young life not just the world saving phases.

"Ok if you're sure about this?" Wade mumbled.

"Ya it's only Drakken what could possibly go wrong?"

Frowning her mother got up to leave so her child could change in privacy thinking those were a excellent set of famous last words for a teen hero.