Unleashing Evil
Chapter 1
Tears stung the lowly girl's cheeks. Biting down with a surprising harshness upon her lower lip she tried with all her strength to suppress a colossal scream that was building up deep within her. Presently her mind was clouded as to the events that had transpired to deposit her into her present situation; unfortunately it required a lot more thought than she could muster.
The darkness was all encompassing, more threatening than the murkiest night. Pain concentrated within her thighs as a massive weight crushed down upon weak flesh. Barely a breath could she take for every gulp of air resulted in a hacking cough as her throat filled with dust and filth. Never had she felt agony on this grand a scale in her short existence.
Twisting her diminutive frame around, feeling sharp bits of broken debris slide off her back and clatter boisterously onto the cold stone floor. The movement brought a new wave of misery as wreckage poked into her flanks, unfortunately she needed to get a certain piece of equipment hidden in a pocket of her belt, with it she could figure out what her sitch was. Once she knew where she was she could come up with a plan of how to deal with what ever disaster that had befallen her.
Feeling as though her arm would wrench out of its socket she finally managed to manipulate her right arm back far enough to begin groping through the many compartments sewn into her belt. Normally she'd know exactly which pocket the device was inserted but at this moment her brain wasn't working properly and her thoughts hadn't managed to meander down the correct paths. Finally after the third attempt the tiny cylindrical device was at hand. Bringing the apparatus before her face, regardless of the fact she couldn't see the gadget her fingers knew what to do. In one hand the base was held firm while the top needed to be gently rotated; with that simple process completed she was rewarded with a brilliant blue light. Forced to avert her eyes as the sudden radiance upset her retina's; blinding her after the nothingness that had been her life up until this moment.
Wiping the tears from her eyes helped restore her vision allowing the poor girl to survey her disastrous whereabouts. It wasn't pretty; the only thing that had saved her was the fact that she had somehow managed to find her way underneath the overhang of a very large heavy table. The legs had buckled but managed to contain the weight of a great beam that had crashed down. Above the joist had kept an enormous quantity of wreckage from jamming her into the floor. Teeth grating against one another, the youth pushed hard against the crumbled concrete forcing her tiny frame out from under the excessive weight. Feeling flesh and fabric pull against the burden, her poor little body painfully extracted itself from one foul situation into another.
Her breaths came in raspy pants as the unfortunate girl used the heal of her palm to wipe away the tears that continued to run down her cheeks. This only made her appearance worse, the dirt and moisture just smeared about her face clumping in places and making it seem as if her make up had been badly applied with a trowel. The air that entered her lungs was warm and stagnant, filled with dirt churned as the building, that had once been standing proudly, had some how crashed down upon her, it clogged her lungs and coated her throat forcing her to hack. Spitting did nothing to relieve the bitter taste and very little moisture remained in her maw, the miserable light just made her more aware of her predicament.
Except for the shifting caused by her own movements and the occasional groan as the collapsed building settled over her head there was a general absence of noise, making her confined world all the more creepy. Calling out did no good, her raspy voice just seemed to echo in her tiny cavern. Normally she wasn't Closterphobic but this cramped space did nothing to make her feel secure, how deep the roof was overhead was not known and she didn't want to think about what would happen if it collapsed. None of this brought too much confidence towards this rather small insignificant girl.
Bringing her out from her internal woe was a slight scrapping noise just in front. It roughly sounded as if heavy claws were scrapping along stone. Tearing apart wood and shredding everything in its path. As loud as this was it seemed to grow in volume as it neared. A crunching clamour accompanied the noise and with each passing moment it grew closer. It definitely wasn't a sound made by someone digging to get her out nor was it a scent dog hunting over top the debris, stalking about for any signs of life.
Shifting her hindquarters to the left the pitiable lass pushed herself deeper into the gloom hiding under the relative safety of the heavy table. If it was something dangerous she was doomed, with no room to manoeuvre there was no way she could punch of kick her way out of any unfortunate situation. There were a few weapons left in her tiny arsenal. Reaching back to once more shuffle through her pouches, the laser lipstick couldn't be found, gum that would stick some unfortunate in place, another lipstick container that would do the same, smoke pellets and another missing device seemed to be her hairdryer that shot grapple cables not that that would do much good in her present space.
Crouched immersed into the relative safety of her cavern she waited. On the floor rested the tiny illumination, she could of hidden better if the light was off but the tiny beam gave her more than a little comfort. Waiting with her arms tucked tight to her body, the constricting lipstick clutched firmly in her sweaty hands she waited ready as she would ever be.
Still the crunching clamour continued and with each passing second it grew louder until that was all the paranoid teenager could hear. An eternity passed with her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to explode outward when the entity finally broke through. At first it was small splinters springing forth from the wood then as the seconds quickly passed larger pieces tore away and the hole became bigger. Finally just as she was about to press forward to ram the glue like package into the small passage the creature burst through.
The youthful woman had been ready to fire blindly as the tiny creature came into view but a hunch had stopped her in the final instance. It was a funny little organism all bald and pink standing less than thirty centimetres tall. Massive bucked teeth were prominent sprouting from the top of its mouth, above a small nose with long thin whiskers shooting out to either side. Deep black eyes stared up at her with a questioning gaze.
Kim Possible broke out into an almost hysterical laugh at the sight of the diminutive creature. The lipstick container clattered to the floor as she reached out to scratch the naked mole rat behind where his ears were located. A puff of dust lifted off at the ruff handling; from the look of him Rufus had been tearing through the wreckage for quite some time looking for her. "Where's Ron?" she asked of the little beast.
His only reply was a slight shrug.
Kim began to worry, more so than she had in the past few moments. Her much loved boyfriend had been separated from his oddball pet and that wasn't a good sign. The pair was almost inseparable, the one living in the formers pants pocket. The other unmentioned bit of evidence, Kim did not like being separated from her lover either. The only notion was that he was entombed somewhere else under the building fragments.
Reaching out to scratch the critter upon the back of his tiny head Kim stated. "Rufus we need to find a way out of here." It was useless to think of rescuing her mate when she herself needed to escape.
Kim frowned, her eyebrows pressing together, the flesh between her eyes creased with more than a slight level of aggravation as the little beast scurried underneath a large beam she had no prospect of fitting under. Sometimes she wondered if Rufus had any idea of the limitations of humans and compact places. "Rufus I can't possibly fit…" she began. Then a whistle caught her attention, her light illuminated the naked rodent as he stood on a beam wedged at the far end of the table. There was a gap between the two pieces of wood, hopefully with just enough space for her to fit through.
Shifting her body about Kim slowly began to work her way into the crevasse. She would have to imagine herself a snake in order to labour her way out of this trap. Placing the light in her mouth our hero began to fallow the subterranean rodent on this most perilous of missions. Arms went in first so she could pull herself through if needed, head pushing through next and if that wouldn't work she hoped she could retire fairly easily without the aggravation being pinned. Toes of her boots scrapped against the floor, it was a tight squeeze but she could make it, she could do anything.
The going didn't get any better. Occasionally the path would widen out giving her more breathing space but more often the walls would close in crushing her between odd bits of debris. The air farther in was sick and stale, thick with dust that caught in her nose, clogging her lungs and burning her eyes. Pieces of wreckage would stick into her body and tear through her clothing leaving her feeling naked and vulnerable. Screams of agony tore from her body as the sharper ones came close to piercing her flesh; the light would clatter to the ground or get caught just out of reach. Those times she was forced to stretch farther than she ever would have imagined or have Rufus scamper down to get her torch, with out it she would have been doomed trapped in this coffin like domain, unable to find her way out or him.
Not normally Closterphobic the confined space was getting to Kim. Stopping to wipe sweat from her brow with the back of her one gloved hand smearing more dirt about her face she took a deep breath before heading back after her little companion. With that simple action she had lost him, the little pink animal had vanished into the gloom once more. Removing the torch from her mouth she shined it all about trying to get a fix her guide. Calling out his name several times hoping to catch his attention and bring him back.
Truth be told there wasn't that much room for her to manoeuvre. There seemed too little space for her to squeeze her slight frame through. Heavy blocks of wood bared her way right and left, heading back was not an option. Calling again got no response so she began to struggled and move some of the debris out of her way. There was no strength in her assault, Kim groaned with each thrust as the material refused to budge.
It became very calm the only noise her laboured breathing. Then suddenly… something distant and quiet but still very distinct, leaping up Kim almost cracked her skull against the lid of her tomb.
"Whoa! What is that gross thing?"
"It's just a rat."
"A bald rat?"
A familiar woman's voice cried out "What did you say?"
"I said we saw a bald rat!"
"Fallow it!"
"But it's just…."
"I said go after it. NOW!"
"It ducked in under there."
A hysterical laugh escaped her parched throat as the noise of many heavy soled boots rattled overhead.
Rufus appeared moments later and Kim as she lay upon the fragments of the building grasped him, pulling him in close to her breast cuddling him lest the rubbish that would tumble down upon the helpless pair crush him by accident.
The thumping of weighty fragments as they were tossed aside sent a showering of dust and other crud raining down on the hapless duo. Larger bits fell upon her back crushing down upon her flesh and tearing into the thin fabric of her ruined mission suit. Outsized portions would bounce off her head and shoulders skittering down to the unseen floor below, smaller examples stuck to her hair coating it in the think layer of crud, what it consisted of she didn't wish to know.
One hefty piece swung down striking her about the side of her face marring her face and dislodging the light from between her fingers; the mechanism spiralled down crashing into everything that lay in its path before dancing out of sight. With it gone Kim was left in the suffocating darkness once more. Regardless of the fact that she knew people were overhead her heart still pounded faster, sweat broke out once more dripping down her face scaring the dirt that ground in her flesh.
The voices above were faint, just barely audible to the naked ear but they were like the sweetest songs of angels. From below Kim could hear the grunting and groaning of men staining under the burden of heavy lifting. The panicked movement as they stumbled out of the way of a large piece spinning uncontrollably out of its path. The same piece rained a harsh clamour on the material just above her. A portion just above her legs buckled, crushing down upon her already pained muscles pinning them between the pair of joists on.
A resounding shriek tore her throat even as the flesh upon the back of her legs was bruised. Pain rent her body and tears sprang from her eyes. There was no hope of removing herself from her present predicament; help would have to come from above. That was if it didn't kill her first.
"I thought I heard something."
"It sounds like we've got someone under here!"
The only female voice Kim could here replied "Then keep digging and be careful. From the looks of this building she could be badly injured."
Occasionally Kim would cry out but mostly she was forced to impatiently wait for those above to make their way underground. It was a long arduous task that caused Kim more anguish as time passed. More and more pieces fell upon her. With no hope of moving to find cover she just had to wait, accepting the deluge that plagued her.
It took forever for them to reach her coffin and every moment seemed an eternity. It was mostly the unknown. She had long since grown accustomed to the stench of dirty rotting wood but the worry still remained. Where was Ron, what had happened. She knew why they had come, but during the fight something must have gone horribly wrong for her to become entrapped inside the structure; which had been standing last she remembered. She was working under the assumption that it was the fire department fighting to pull her to safety, I mean who else could it be.
Finally the piece of roof just above her moved just a little, not enough for her to escape but enough for her to know safety was just around the corner. Kim's heart beat faster as she reached up trying to aid her own breakout. In her excitement she had forgotten her trapped leg; she would have to wait for that piece to be removed before she herself could be free.
Above she could here a man yell "Heave!" it was fallowed by many voices in unison retorting "Ho!" and the piece shifted just enough for a wedge to be place underneath.
A fraction of a head peeked between the slats of wood, not much more than an eyeball. Kim's coarse and worn voice yelled out, waving her hand frantically to get the eyes attention in the other hand she still clutched the precious naked mole rat.
There now began a mass of commotion. Off to one side a man, judging by the tone and frequency of the voice, began babbling to her, but Kim was one half listening. Her eyes began watching as many gloved hands began working feverishly; a small pneumatic piston was rammed into the small gap. How long had she been buried she wondered; it had been late afternoon when she and Ron had arrived at this location and now the darkness had closed in. The moon seemed to be filling the heavens casting this side of the world in a dull glow. Regardless it was considerably more light than she had become used to in her darkened underground tome.
Above men began to groan as the human powered jack began its job. Slowly the portions spread themselves apart, rising up. There was more than enough room for her slight form to squeeze out but no matter how much she laboured her legs remained securely wedged between several pieces of wood. Crying out, one hand held skyward, fingers spread wide she pleaded for more attention.
The person's voice continued to babble towards her, repeating over and over that everything would be alright. It was a patient clam speech full of reassuring words, the tone meant to calm her worried nerves. All the while many hands worked to prop up the barrier to secure it in place making it unable to drop down upon her once more. Others had moved in to begin the process of lifting the second bit of wood.
Uniformed people crowded about, each doing a separate task. Kim could no longer see those working about her lower half only the person working with a first aid kit. The massive yellow box was flipped open revealing the contents wrapped and ready for use on her if need be.
Things began moving quickly now. The pressure was lifted from her legs, a joyful relief filled Kim Possible's heart as she felt the blood flow freely down to her toes. Multiple hands carefully wrapped themselves about her, gently rolling her over and settling her down upon a solid board. Struggling slightly against the attention, she was Kim Possible teen hero and could walk out of this mess under her own power. Regardless of her squirming she was strapped down to the woodwork and lifted from within the debris.
A slight weight pressed down upon her belly, although unseen Kim could imagine that it was some sort of device for monitoring her health; that was until it started to move. Cold pin pricks dance over her body sending shivers up and down her spine. It became very unnerving in a ticklish sort of way as it sauntered its way between her breasts and stopped with a plop to seat itself down upon her collar bone. It was awkward to say the least but she looked upon the grime coated creature who had aided in her escape. She would have scratched him behind the ear in thanks but she couldn't move so instead she did the only thing she could and just smiled at him.
The group carried her along the uneven ground. Many times one would stumble and she would be jostled about. But affixed as she was to the block of wood all she noticed was the night sky shift about in a random pattern. She knew they were bringing her towards the emergency vehicles as flashing lights illuminated the area casting a dull blood red tone on the heavens.
The cool night air prickled upon her flesh resulting in goose pimples springing up upon her arms. After breathing in the stale dirty air from inside the collapsed building the fresh waft felt good as it rushed in through her nostrils, filling her lungs, making her somewhat drowsy. She promised herself she would remain wakeful until the crisis workers retrieved her Ron. It was the very least she could do.
Finally she was gracious deposited upon a gurney waiting behind a bright white van. There someone poked and prodded her, squeezed her limbs ensuring no broken bones, shone a brilliant light into her eyes, blinding her temporarily. After all that it was pronounced that she would live.
Kim watched the sky; occasionally she would cough up some of the dust swallowed while entombed underground. But all in all she became very board, she couldn't move, only flick her eyes about. Unknown voices and strange noises tugged at her ears but she was bound to the table, unable to get even, if she had it, the tiny laser and burn through the leather thongs holding her down. Drakken could learn something from these guys.
Finally after a forever amount of time a familiar voice spoke into her ear. "So what happened here?" the female voice enquired. It had a deep authoritative tone to it. Fingers slowly began to unbuckle the straps that held her down. A soft jingle as the metal bits danced against one another. Stretching out as each coarse bit of binding lost its grip, her muscles pulling one another, the strength returning once more to the unused limbs; only the back of her legs resisted as pain once more returned, the bruises would take quite some time to heal.
Sitting up far too quickly Kim Possible's head began to swim as the blood momentarily drained southward. Braced against the stretcher one arm supporting her upper body, the other pressed against her spinning head. Her breath came heavily as it wheezed in and out of her lungs. A naked mole rat fell heavily into her lap.
"Here drink this." The voice commanded.
Kim took the soft plastic bottle. Pressing it to her lips, the luke warm water rushed down her throat quenching her thirst. So quickly did she drink that excess spilled out the side of her mouth dribbling down her chin and splashing the front of her damaged and dirty purple mission blouse. Removing the beaker from her lips she let out a heavy gasp, she had almost completely finished the liquid in one long swallow. Shaking the bottle Kim watched as the tiny bit of fluid sloshed against the sides. Bringing the flagon once more to her lips she meant to finish off the last little bit.
The flask had just made it to her maw when she spied the tiny naked mole rat sitting on her belly. He was looking up at her; his eyes were pitiful as he scrutinized the last of the water being drained away. Thinking better of it she brought the bottle down and offered the last bit to him. With an intense hunger Rufus lapped up the water as it spilled out the mouth of the bottle. Kim felt the tiny bits he missed soak into her pants. Finished he sat contented upon her belly awaiting the next move.
Turning towards her benefactor Kim stated "We have to look for Ron!"
"Don't worry about him. I need to know what happened."
"What do you mean don't worry about Ron? He's trapped in there somewhere and we need to find him." The alarm was highly noticeable in her voice as Kim began to worry about what had become of her boyfriend.
"He's not in there. Tell me what you know and I'll." The other person hesitated for a moment before continuing "…I'll tell you what I know.
Kim let out a sigh, biting upon her lower lip; she didn't like not knowing where her lover was. Regardless of the fact that they were only teenagers and pretty much just beginning a lengthy life together she had rarely been apart from him in all the time they'd known each other. "Fine." She grumbled.
Although Kim had met the other woman on several occasions in the past today she seemed far older, far more worn down out and tired. The normal close cropped hair that was usually styled and held its form was tussled and flying off in multiple directions. Lines about her face were well entrenched and far more prominent that ever before. The one eye that looked upon Kim seemed darker and colder, less caring than it had ever been. Her second eye was long since gone, covered over with a dark patch. Normally she wore a dark pair of combat coveralls enveloped with a multitude of pockets that held miscellaneous weapons and gadgets for battling crime. Now it was pulled down and tucked into her waist. A standard ugly blue sports bra covered her top, tightly wrapped below was a long stretch of white bandage covering most of her ribs. What skin that was visible could only be described as discoloured and painful.
Only the lower portion of the uniform showed an almost skin tight appearance, the fabric clinging to the woman's round firm hips, thick strong legs and tucked into her boots. These were almost military in style with the heavy black leather fastened tightly up to almost mid calf. The outfit like the rest of the poor woman was coated in a layer of grime that might never come clean. This ladies name was Betty but the majority of people called her Doctor Director boss of the Global Justice Network or GJ.
Kim's shoulders sagged as the mass of exhaustion began to take over her body causing her systems to gradually shut down, telling her she needed a good long rest. "Fine!" she grumbled "as long as Ron's alright." With a sigh she began "Several hours ago Wade tracked Monkey Fist down to this building."