Prologue

CRACK! My eyes snapped open, the room illuminated for a split second, then the light passed and the room was dark again. One…Two…Three… I silently counted off in my head. BOOM! The whole room shook as the sound exploded and passed through the room. I've never liked thunderstorms, they were always too noisy and I was always afraid of getting struck by lightning. Realizing that I was never going to be able to get back to sleep, I sat up, making sure I didn't wake her up. Looking at her sleeping form, I struggled to remember what had happened the night before and in a rush, it all came back: the gunfight, the car chase, the hijacking, the kiss, everything. Now we were here, in this old house, on the run, with who knows how much time left. I pulled myself out of the bed and grabbed her Kimmunicator off the nightstand, sitting near the door; I pulled out the microphone that Wade had included in this model and started to record my daily journal.

"You know, no matter how many times I've observed it, I'm always surprised to see how quickly the tide can change. While you can be on top of the world one instant, in the next instant you can be begging for spare change from someone in a city park. I've seen my fair share of-," I stopped my recording as I heard a noise somewhere in the house. Sticking my head out the door, I looked down the hallway, no movement at either end. I picked up the microphone and continued, "The world can adore you, but in the next incident, loathe your very existence. I suppose it's only natural, human beings are, by nature, fickle creatures. Prone to mood swings and such." The sound was closer, many booted feet, and I was ready this time. "End Recording, power down and get out of sight."

I picked up my only two companions: a syringe filled with some green, viscous fluid, and a .357 revolver. No bullets mind you, soft little darts that could knock out a charging rhino in the span of a few seconds. Wade had been especially proud of that one. After all, Kim got her hair dryer and the tweebs were old enough to begin building their own inventions, so Wade deemed fit to give me the revolver. Originally, I was going to get a hair dryer too, but I protested that decision, and now my revolver goes everywhere I go. Now the booted feet were closer, I emptied the darts out of the gun and inserted my ace-in-the-hole, real .357 bullets, "Better to go out with a little style, than none at all," I mused as I finished loading them into their chambers.

This was the night it would all end; this would be my deciding moment. The moment that would change the history of the world, and I was ready for it. No more pain, no more suffering, just me, and him. Standing up, I walked into the hallway and looked at the end, my coat wafted around me as a breeze went through the house. They were closer now; I turned around, looking back into the room, taking it all in. My eyes finally rested on her sleeping form, it was good that she finally was able to get some sleep, the last few days had been hell, we all knew it, but we were finally nearing the end. Blowing her a kiss, I turned back down the hall and saw their shadows at the end of it. I pulled out the syringe and looked it over one last time, "Now I know what Socrates had to go through." Without a word, only a yell I drew my arm back and plunged it directly into my heart.

She awoke with a start, and saw me in the hallway, putting it together in an instant, "What have you done?!" She cried out.

"What was necessary," I replied in a voice as cold as ice as I felt the mixture coursing through my veins. Doubling over in pain, I recovered as I felt the pain slowly wear off, only the benefits of the drug remained. Finally, the first figure rounded the corner. Looking at who was leading them I cocked my head and said with disgust in my voice, "Oh, so its you."

"Are you two going to make this easy, or are you going to make it hard?" was the reply.

"Well, I don't know, I might try to go out with a little flair, but then again, I might just kill you all and call it a day," I replied making a mental note of how many guns there were, 16 rifles, 26 pistols.

"Bollocks, you've got, what? A puny .357 revolver with maybe 6 shots? We've got guns-" started my adversary.

"Wrong, what you have are bullets and the hope that when you're done shooting, I'll be dead. If however, I'm not dead, you all will be before you can reload," I said matter-of-factly, trying to intimidate them all, only to be met with blank stares.

Realizing that I was getting nowhere, I tried a different tactic, the one Yori said I was good at: aggravating the situation, "Well, its about time you caught us, and here I thought we were your number one priority. But I guess when you lead them, it's to be expected, right?"

His eyes narrowed, I could tell that remark had really hit home.

"Should we kill him?" asked one soldier bearing a Global Justice logo on his bulletproof vest.

"Him, yes, but bring the girl in alive. The director would like some words with Kimberly before her execution. Now Mr.-"

I cut him off before he could finish, "Do what you're hear to do, but do so knowing that you're going to have to go over your dead soldiers and my cold, dead body."

The commander stared at me, and for a good 30 seconds it was a face off which ended with the words, "So be it. Fire."

Outside all the Global Justice officers heard a massive barrage of deadly gunfire as they swarmed into the house.


Disclaimer I don't own Kim Possible or the characters, Disney does, I just write about it.

I'll try to post a new chapter every Monday, but if I feel that its going to be crap, I won't release it. Bear with me, I prefer quality over quantity. Feel free to review so I may be able to write a better story.