Kim Possible: Year in silence
Prologue
September 12, 2010
Kim Possible sat inside a cell. A small cell. The now 22-year old redhead was looking out the window. The light from the full moon made her emerald green eyes shine, and the same happened with the tears that were flowing out from them and down her cheeks. She was lost in thoughts. It was hard to be there. She needed to get out of there; out in the world. She needed her friends, her challenging life. She even missed her enemies, like her arch-foe and mad scientist Dr. Drakken, and her old high school - and college rival Bonnie. But here in the prison that life was impossible to get. She was trapped. No challenges to reach, no enemies to beat, no friends to be with, hardly any life at all. It was hard.
She had been in the prison library the first time just earlier that day. Actually, that was the first time she had been out of her cell since she got there. And there, she had not been the unique girl she always was. She had just been one of many. One of many people who were the same. They all had the same outfit, the same sad, depressed look on their faces, the same reason for being there. No one had paid her any special attention; no one had even noticed her. She was alone… completely alone.
That is why she was crying. But, at the same time, she was somewhat happy. She could've been dead now. But she wasn't. She could have been sentenced to death, but her life of saving the world had made it so that she only got 25 years of prison instead. Only… it seemed so unfit to use, but it was much better to be in prison than to die. Or was it? She didn't know. She knew very few things right now, let alone what was the best thing for her to happen now.
She got up, and walked over to the cell door. It was a huge, silver metal door with a small window covered with bars. The door shone in the moonlight, and made a big contrast to the dark and gloomy walls around.
"What time is it?" she asked the guard who was patrolling outside. Tears were still covering her face.
"1 AM." the guard said. "Shouldn't you be going to bed? You need to rest, you know." He made a small friendly laugh, before continuing his patrol, not noticing her sad, crying face at all.
'Friendly laugh, huh' Kim thought. 'Friendly… friends…' how long was it since she had last seen her normal friends? It had to be a year ago. That day; her birthday, it was. The next day, she had gone alone on a completely normal save-the-world-from-villains mission. It was Drakken who was up to no good. He had tried to build his own doomsday device, which – of course - didn't work. Kim giggled. It was always funny; how stupid he was.
And she remembered everything about that day. She remembered it like it was yesterday…