Secret Identity: Book II
ALL HEIL ZOD!
"This, my friends, is a DNA augmenter. This is the device that gave Superman his powers, and will give us the same abilities. Once we've mastered our new abilities, the world will be in the palm of my hand." Shego said with a wicked grin.
"What about Superman? That flying boy scout will try to stop us as soon as we try anything." Monkey Fist asked Shego.
"Think about it, banana breath! We'll have the same powers he does! The odds are going to be three to one. How can he take on three super beings at the same time?" Shego asked them.
The two just stood there for a moment in deep thought as they looked at the device behind Shego. After a moment or two, the pair just looked at each other and then back at the raven haired woman.
"Where do we stand?" Monkey Fist asked her.
"X marks the spot." Shego said as she pointed to three black X's painted on the floor.
Monkey Fist and Junior took their places as Shego activated the timer. It paid to read the instructions. Shego took her space, and took a deep breath as she remembered Ron's reaction to the blast. She began to shiver slightly as she saw the blue energy start to form at the end of the machine.
"By the way, there might be a lot of serious pain involved." Shego told the two men that stood beside her.
"What?" they both asked in unison. In one bright flash of blue light, all three people were engulfed in blue energy and let out horrible, ear splitting cries of unbelievable pain.
Shego woke with a fright as her hands began to blaze with emerald green flames, her body soaked in pure sweat. It took her a few moments to remember where she was as she saw the moon flowing in through the windows of the make shift bedroom. She pulled herself out of her warm bed and made her way to the railing that was behind the luxurious bed and looked over it. Her bedroom was perched onto a steady part of the old warehouse that gave her privacy from her other two guests. She could see both people sleeping soundly on the make shift cots she provided for them. She let out a deep breath she had been holding as she tried to shake off the nightmarish flashback she had just dreamed. She knew that process was going to be painful, but she didn't know it would have been anything like that. As she remembered the intense pain of it all, she wondered how Ron could still be alive from it.
She shook her head and went back to bed. A part of her was anxious as she thought about the powers she possessed. She told Ron she didn't want them, but it was a lie. His powers had made him the most powerful being on Earth, and he was using them for good. She was proud of him, and glad he was still her friend. She still couldn't fight the fact that part of her was angry and disappointed that he turned her down when she offered herself to him. She still couldn't get over what she had done with him. She, Shego, had offered herself to a man. Her! She didn't get girly, even if she was a woman. But she had decided not too long after Drakken tried the kryptonite experiment that she wasn't going to stick around with him too much longer. And it was for Ron, for the buffoon! And he rejected her. She had opened up to him and had practically thrown herself to him, and he rejected her. He was still a friend, but she wasn't going to hold back. If he tried to stop her and the others from taking over the world, and she knew he would, she would let him know he had gotten into a fight. The little bastard wanted to live a comic book, she was going to give him one. That's why not too long ago she designed a new outfit for herself and the others. The world would kneel before her, and she would rule them the way she wanted.
She had to wait though. Her and the others still didn't fully understand these abilities yet, and they had to train. The last thing she needed was to screw up when it finally came down to a fight between her and Ron. It was going to take a while for them to understand their new abilities, but it would be worth it. She wasn't Shego anymore, that old persona was gone. The world would soon kneel before Zod!
A full year? How could it already have been a full year? It sure didn't feel that long ago. Kim couldn't help but smile as she thought of her boyfriend Ron Stoppable. Or should she say her fiancé? Kim smiled as she looked down at the gold ring with the flawless diamond perched on top of it. Ron had crushed a piece of coal in his bare hands when he proposed to her, and he did it on top of the Empire State building! She couldn't wait for the day when they would say I do. But there were a lot of things to do first. They had to finish school, plan the wedding, a dress, and so much more. But Kim was looking forward to it. Living arrangements wouldn't be a problem. They had found a small apartment that was big enough for both of them, and allowed pets, so they moved into it not too long after they're engagement. Rufus was finally happy to have a permanent home with his master again. And Kim's salary from her new job was enough to make the rent.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen. We have now reached a safe altitude and you can unfasten your safety belts now. It will be a few more minutes, but the President will soon be available to answer your questions."
Kim unfastened her belt and made sure the camera she brought was ready. Her cousin Helena, who was the editor of the Upperton Chronicle, had given her a job as a photographer. Kim wasn't that good of a writer, but Helena knew Kim could get the shots where they counted. From just a month of employment, Kim had gotten some of the most amazing shots from not just her missions but from big time news stories as well. Along with many shots of a certain caped super hero that already had rumors buzzing of Kim being nominated for an award for them. Ron was offered a job as a reporter, but he told Kim's cousin that he would have to think about it first. Ron was already so skilled at his culinary skills that he breezed through most of the classes already. Like Kim's thinking with Global Justice, Ron wasn't sure if he wanted to cook professionally. It was a hobby for him; something fun that he loved to do. Whatever Ron chooses, she knew she would be there right beside him.
"SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED! PROTECT THE PRESIDENT! PROTECT-" a Secret Service officer shouted before the press heard two shots fired along with the sounds of silence. That's when a few men armed with guns and dark sunglasses rushed into where the press were all sitting.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, sit down and shut up! Cooperate and no one gets hurt." One made with dark sunglasses said as he aimed his weapon at various reporters.
Kim glanced around, and saw a near by alarm was not too far from where she was sitting. If she could reach it, she knew that it might alert others back in Washington. Some didn't call Air Force One a flying fortress for nothing.
Kim bolted from her seat and smashed her shoulder into the red button before one of the gunmen grabber her by the arm and threw her back into her seat. The gun men buckled Kim's seat belt and tightened it as hard as he could, almost cutting off the circulation of blood to her waist.
"Since little miss Smart Ass here had to play hero, we'll have to make an example of her." The man said as he walked over to Kim's seat.
"We've got the President secured." A voice said over the small walkie talkie that was fastened to the man's belt.
"Well, looks like we're all set. Any last words Miss?" the man asked as he aimed his gun at Kim's head.
"It's Possible." She said to him.
"Possible? KIM POSSIBLE?" the man asked as he realized who he had the gun aimed at.
"The same." Kim said as she kicked the gun out of his hand with one foot, and kicked him in the jaw with the other.
One of the other men pointed their weapon at Kim while the leader nursed his wound.
"Wait a second. Isn't she the one that's friends with Superman?" the man asked his boss.
That's when the plane began to jerk violently, causing any who were standing to loose their balance and fall. When one of the men from the group stood and looked out the window, and he was rewarded with a very bid surprise.
"There's something on the wing. There's something on the wing!" one thug shouted to his boss.
"What is it?" one guy asked.
"I don't know; it's just some thing!" the thug shouted.
When the boss looked out the window, he took one hard gulp. On the wing was a man with black hair wearing blue tights and a flowing red cape, pulling the wing flap upward. He let go of the flap, leapt into the air, and landed on the wing as hard as he could. The force of the man's impact, added by his strength, caused the plane to flip itself upside down. The press screamed as they hung on to their seats for dear life while others fell and hit the roof of the cabin. The gunmen landed onto the roof with a loud thud while Kim just smiled at the situation the armed men were in. The leader of the terrorists groaned as he glared at Kim while she giggled at the sight before her.
"Oh, you poor baby. Did that hurt?" Kim asked in a sarcastic tone of voice that would have made Shego proud.
Before the man could answer, a compartment containing an extra camera opened and fell on the terrorists head. The man groaned and clutched his bleeding scalp while Kim just smiled. The thugs found themselves soon falling and hitting the plane floor as the figure outside righted the plane. Kim looked ahead of herself when she heard the sound of metal groaning. She looked and saw the hatch door starting to warp in shape, and knew that the man outside was fixing to enter the plane.
"EVERYONE BUCKLE UP NOW!" Kim yelled as she made sure her belt was still tightened as everyone of the press listened and did what Kim had told them.
The hatch door was soon ripped open, causing the cabin to depressurize and cause a temporary vacuum that pulled the leader and a few of the gunmen toward the open hatch. As they were being pulled toward the open hatch, they both saw a lone figure standing in their way.
"Lights out." The figure said as the men were being dragged toward him.
When they saw the figure again, they last thing they saw was a red and yellow shield with an S inside of it before a fist sent them into the world of dreams.
The press were quickly snapping photos and trying to get comments and remarks from the president and others at the Upperton airport. The president firmly shook hands with the man in the red cape and blue tights before the press before he was quickly led to a stretch limo to be taken to a secured location. As the young man of steel began to walk away, he was halted by a stunning red head.
"That was a pretty big risk you took." Kim told the young man.
"I had to think of a way to take those guys out quick. It's a good thing I tagged along." He said with a smile as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"Maybe. Anyway, I thought a certain someone had to be taking a test today." Kim told him.
"There are benefits to having super speed. I'll talk to you later tonight, I've got something else to take care of."
"Something else? What is it?" Kim asked him.
"I'll tell you later. I'll pick up dinner tonight; how about some Italian?" Ron asked her.
"I was thinking more along the lines of Chinese food. I mean the real stuff, not take out." Kim told him with a smile.
"You are bossy today, aren't you? I'll see what I can do." He said with a smile and flew off into the sky.
"See you later Ron." Kim said quietly as she went to hail for a cab. The sooner she got back to the Chronicle's head office, the better.
Kim had just developed the pictures and was rushing them to Helena's office as fast as her legs could take her. A broad smile crossed her face as she knew that one of them would make the front page again, especially the one that was on top of the stack of photos. She had gotten a great shot of Ron shaking hands with the president, and knew Helena was going to flip for it. Or maybe Helena would like the one of Ron knocking out the leader of the terrorists. Kim walked right into Helena's office and placed the photos on her desk while Helena was figuring out the layout for the front page.
"I got the photos, now all you need is one of the reporters to write the story." Kim told her with a smug grin.
Helena picked up the photos and started to flip through them one by one while giving her best poker face to Kim.
"Well, I've seen better from you Kim. However, this one with Superman and the President might salvage the front page." Helena saidt o her; giving Kim a bad time so her head won't become too inflated.
Kim had a confused look on her face as Helena paged the copy boy and went back to work. Normally Helena would be asking Kim to write the story herself, since Kim would be the only one on the scene now and then. This time however, Helena wasn't even glancing up.
"Is there something wrong, Kim?" Helena asked her cousin without looking up.
"No. No, it's just that you usually ask me to write the story about now." Kim told her.
"Oh, that. I've already got the story ready to print." Helena told her cousin.
"You do?" Kim asked surprised.
"Yup. From a new reporter I just hired. I was pretty impressed with him. His writing style still needs some work, but there's some potential." Helena said.
"May I ask who he is?" Kim asked her boss.
"He's a little on the cute side. He's also the one who busted that stunt faker Adrina Lynn. I don't mean to be rude Kim, but I've got a paper to print." Helena told her as she tried to shoo her out of the office.
Kim's mind was trying to process what she just heard as she closed the door to Helena's office.
"He didn't." Kim whispered to herself.
As Kim turned, she bumped into a man with a slightly broad chest wearing a navy blue suit.
"Sorry about that. I guess my mind was-" Kim looked up to see the man she had bumped into had shaggy blond hair and a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking at her through a pair of thin framed glasses while he gave her a goofy smile.
"No problem at all, KP." He said as he saw his girlfriend with a mixed look of surprise and shock.
"You – I thought – huh?" Kim asked Ron as they stood there, earning a few giggles from the reporters near by. Including Kim's cousin. Kim thought Ron wasn't interested in being a reporter, since he was so skilled at being a chef and his dual identity.
"Let's just say that I'm not ready for Team Possible to retire just yet." Ron told her.
Kim's only response was a small laugh as they headed off towards Ron's desk. Things were going to be pretty interesting.
"Glasses, Ron?" Kim asked him.
"It was Wade's idea of a joke." Ron told her.
Author's Note(s): Like I said, this was just to get the ball rolling. I've got the basic story in my head, but I'm still hammering out the details. I hope to have the next chapter posted in a few days or weeks.