March 12th, 2018

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Acid Rain

How long can one soak in acid, especially if it's rained into their flesh constantly?
How long can one be free from its ill-nature, especially when they admire the way lemons nip their tongue?

No One's Perspective-

Palms smacked against the edge as nails dug into rough edges of the building. She grunted before heaving herself up, giving a long, exhausted breath once hands and knees crunched against the gravel. Fat, warm droplets of water streamed down her arms, drenching her black turtle-neck. Her fingers pulled the rim of the neck - nights like these, she grew to hate her old attire. "Kim!" Immediately, she turned towards a dark figure above, waving frantically. "Are you alright?" he called.

Kim eased a smile, shouting, "Yeah! I'm alright! I just slipped!"

There was a weak "okay" before the lean, awkward figure hurled himself over, barely making the same slip that she had. As he grunted, picking himself up, a flash of lighting struck behind them. Rain still roared in their ears, forcing the two closer. "So where did Wade say to go again?" the blond shivered, rubbing his biceps as Kim glanced at her watch.

"It's only a couple of- Shit." The watch's screen flickered. "It's not getting good enough connection with the freakin' storm," she hissed as the illuminated blue light ceased to dance. "Okay, okay...it's only a few more buildings away. It should be -" Kim looked up, eyes wavering towards a tall, red structure - its features flashing with the lightening - with glowing orange windows at the very top. Several antennas were stationed at the top, pointed against the horrid storm. With her gloved, drenched hand, she grumbled, "That one."

The blond narrowed his eyes, rubbing his forehead. "How are we gonna get up there? We'd have to jump -" he counted the number of windows, waving his finger "- four floors!"

"Wade said that the building is abandoned because it'll be going through renovations in a week or two," Kim spoke loudly over the thunder. "So, we'd be able to jump into the closes window and use the stairs all the way up. Which will end up being good since they probably won't notice as easily." He nodded firmly once. "You ready Ron?"

He glanced to his side. "Yup..." Kim chuckled as Ron gulped nervously with a meek smile. "Totally ready for this," he said, his voice cracking.

Both jolted in unison, springing forth along the slippery gravel. The next building was easily crossed, the two only having to jump over a slim alleyway. Rain splattered on both of their faces as they faced the red building. Kim strolled towards the edge, swearing quietly: Separating the two buildings was a street - one-sided thankfully - with few cars blurring passed. Running a hand through her flaming red locks, she studied the series of fire-escapes racing down along the sides of the building.

Ron sighed once he jogged to Kim's side, his pocket rustling before a small, pink head peered out. The small critter tittered before Ron murmured, "No, not yet. It's still raining." With that, the naked mole rat shuffled back inside the relatively drier pocket. "Are we jumping it?"

Kim shook her head. "We'd break something if we tried..." she muttered.

"Hook?"

"Hook," she confirmed. Raising her left forearm, Kim raised her sleek, grey gauntlet, tensing as a wire shot towards the railing of the stairs above. She jerked her chin towards the window, Ron raising his own arm. His own grapple caught the stairs below, earning a groan from the blond. "Come on, we got to get over there before anything happens," Kim said. With vigor, both swung towards the red building, grunting at the impact. Ron wriggled his way up to his platform and Kim her own.

"So what do you think is going on here, then? Shego stealing something? Drakken planning to nuke some tower?"

Kim shrugged. "Wade was being real cryptic about it. In all honesty, I don't think he really knows. Just said that the Global Justice needed me over here immediately," she answered, waiting as Ron climbed the stairs.

"Doesn't say that much. They normally want you wherever there's somethin' going on immediately," he mumbled. "So what's the big deal with this then?" Kim grunted as she clawed at a boarded window. Ron accompanied her, breaking some of the boards in.

As she lifted the frame, she muttered, "Well, all he said was that they're sending files through the antennas here."

"How'd they get power?" Ron furrowed his brows as his voice dropped to a whisper. Their steps crept inside, the dusty floors empty of any furniture. The blond glanced over the small, crumpled pieces of newspaper littered to the corners as Kim peeked her head out of one of the doorways.

"Probably some help if they don't have the technology," she stated.

"Help? Since when do they get help?" Kim arched a brow, still attempting to navigate throughout the floors. Ron squirmed briefly as the small, naked rat scurried out of his large pocket, sitting on his shoulder. "Hey Rufus," he breathed, patting his small head.

"They're sending files with the antennas to somebody else, that's all we know." Kim smiled, turning towards her friend. "This way, I found the stairs."

He followed after her, the ginger pushing the exit door open. "So, wait, that's all we know? What if they aren't doing anything wrong? Like, what if-" he peered down the many floors below him, staring at the bottom floor. He gulped before continuing, "What if they're just crashing at this place and... Never mind. Did they find out what the files were?"

"That's the thing," Kim murmured, "they don't know so I don't know what we're looking for. Wade said that the Global Justice did try to look into them but couldn't."

"You mean it's coded?"

"More like when they tried, the files gave the forty-seven computers in the room a virus for not getting the password right," Kim said grimly.

Ron felt his heart skip a beat. "Shit," he barely whispered, glancing towards his small companion; the look was mirrored. "I'd hate to know what's on those files."

"I'd hate to know what things that those files can do, especially in the wrong hands." Ron nodded his agreement. At the highest and last floor, Kim glanced towards her side. "Well, let's go then. Think we should sneak up on them to catch some of what they're doing?"

"Think so..." As Kim gently pushed the door open, Ron felt his heart hammer. It always had done during missions, especially ones such as these - when nobody knew shit. Clutching his hip, he felt his holster pop, the trusty pistol against his palm. Rarely did anything drastic happen, though Ron felt safer knowing there was some ounce of protection on his side. Their steps squeaked along the floor, small puddles glowing in the neon EXIT sign's light. Kim grimaced: She hated whenever her feet got wet before a mission. Wet feet meant having cold feet. And cold feet meant an unfavorable mission.

As the light flashed maliciously behind them through the hallway's window, she felt it would be one of those missions.

Nevertheless, they pushed on, their shadows masked with the dark walls. Kim turned towards Ron, barely able to see his silhouette in the dark. As an apparent effort to help, another flash of lightening lit the hall when she nodded, a crack of thunder following ominously - it wasn't far. Ron knew that one nod and whispered, "Go Rufus, see what's happening." The little critter squeaked before pouncing off of his shoulder, scurrying off. The duo followed not all that far behind, careful not to make any noise. Even if they didn't hear anybody else, it didn't mean that the rooms wouldn't hold anyone. Rufus slowed after passing a couple of doors, blinking through the wall. He completely halted in front of a door - cracked open - waiting for Ron and Kim. "Looks like he's found them," he whispered. Clearing his throat, Ron then commanded, "Take a little looksee and try to stall them. We'll come in when we hear trouble and stop them, okay?"

The little critter saluted him before slipping around the corner. Ron sighed, one that was echoed by Kim. He looked to his left, the ginger murmuring, "I have a bad feeling about this."

"I had a bad feeling since you slipped on that building over there," he replied.

"Yeah, well, I've had this since Wade answered... There's just something off."

"What do you mean?"

Kim shrugged, mumbling, "Why are they here? In the middle of a busy intersection. I just don't...I don't understand."

The building seemed to have trembled once something - something big - had crashed within the room. Both the doctor and his sidekick screeched in a surprised rage thereafter, Shego snarling, "GET THIS FUCKING RAT OUT!"

"Time to go in," Kim grumbled. The door slammed open, Ron whipping his pistol out of its holster as Kim clenched her fists. Rufus scurried back onto Ron's shoulder while the duo stared at the criminals heatedly. The room was lit with a flickering lamp on a small stool, a laptop set beside it on top of a wooden chair. Against an opposite wall with a lone window there lay a broken chair. "I would stand still if I were you," Kim folded her arms as Ron cocked his gun towards the two. A woman stood in her black and green cat-suit beside a crazed-looking man with a long jagged scar running along his face, clad with a dark, saturated blue coat; they were two to be obvious in a crowd. Kim ordered, "Get the computer."

"I wouldn't do that now, children," the doctor murmured calmly, his raspy voice a hard warning.

Ron lowered his gun, pointing it towards the black, heavy boots of the man before him. "Why not? We got a call and we came here, to..." he paused turning towards Kim. "What is this place?"

"Anyway," the ginger pressed on, "why not?"

A languid smile spread across the doctor's face, presenting strong, white, crooked teeth. "Because this, right here, isn't just our game anymore. In fact, this isn't one for little kids to play," Dr. Drakken hummed, sliding his gaze towards the woman. "Get them off my ass while I get this done."

As his fingers began to glide across the keyboard, Shego frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Making it so that we get the job done. Now get them off my ass!"

She huffed, her hands burning in a vibrant green light. As it flickered in her hands, she growled, "Well, well, pumpkin, decided to pop by? You know, it's not a casino yet..."

"Could say the same for you," the heroine countered, "but we're not waiting around just to gamble, are we?"

"Maybe not you," Shego breathed as a fist hurtled towards her head. In a matter of seconds, Kim found herself knocked into the wall, struggling against Shego's sparking fist. As they continued to brawl, green sparks thrashing against the ceiling or walls, Shego snapped, "What's taking so long?! Are we going to bust on out of here before the damn police come?"

"As of now -" the doctor swung and socked Ron in the shoulder "- I am making accommodations for the weather!"

"What sort of accommodations?" Shego growled, grunting as she slammed into the opposite wall. She tussled about before ramming Kim into the floor, gripping the girl's wrists tightly. "Drakken?"

Kicking Ron to the side roughly, the man continued to work efficiently. He winced at the screen, reading, "Disengage Protection 01001110101?"

"Not one that I'm good with," he grumbled, slamming his thumb against the "enter" key. Tearing his eyes away from the loading screen - the bar almost to its maximum - Dr. Drakken hissed at the hero. "Kid, you best get out of this mess before you start drowning in it," he warned.

"You'll pay for whatever shit you're pulling now," he spat before scrambling towards the computer.

"Don't touch that, I swear to you!" the doctor yelled, stomping on Ron's armed hand. The pistol's shot rang throughout the room, the bullet imbedded in a wall as the blond grimaced. Even with his hand throbbing, Ron continued to squirm towards the chair. Before he could reach the chair, a jarring force hit him bluntly on the side. Shego stood above him with Dr. Drakken, her hands burning scornfully. Kim, on the other side of the room, hurled herself towards the trio. Shego was tackled to the ground with a vicious snarl, all while Dr. Drakken hovered over the chair, leaving Ron to stagger to his feet.

The computer chimed a strange tune in the mist of the chaotic struggle.

"It's done," the man grinned. "Shego! We're getting out of here!" The woman turned before hissing, clutching her jaw.

"You bitch," she snapped, her fist connecting forcefully towards Kim's jaw. As the heroine groaned, clutching her mouth, Dr. Drakken snatched the computer from the chair, hurling it towards the wall. It smashed miserably, toppling against the floor. Shego - meanwhile - shattered the lone window in the room, the dark storm brewing outside. "Come on!" She waved the man over before slipping out of the window, Dr. Drakken following.

Ron wobbled against he wall, gripping his shoulder tersely. His eyes remained on the broken device on the floor, Rufus scurrying towards Kim as she got to her feet. The blond gingerly picked up the computer, arching a brow. "Uh...I don't think this can be fixable, you think?"

Kim moved her jaw around furrowing her brows towards the computer. "Wade might be able to look at this... Was there a hard-drive with it?"

"Don't think so. Maybe they had a CD but..." He tipped the now poor excuse of a laptop over, shaking it roughly before a sliver disc slid out and onto the floor. "Oh frick."

It shuddered on the wooden floor, Kim picking the CD up. "This could've had the files...or maybe something with it. We can run it through Wade with the computer," Kim mumbled.

"Yeah...I guess."

The ginger chewed the inside of her lip, tapping the disc lightly in her hands. She shook her head, watching the lightening crackle through the shattered window. Rain splattered against the floor as they climbed out of the broken exit, and they had assumed that a puddle would be a result - they weren't wrong.

. . .

There were some weeks after missions that the sores would feel vigorating, in an odd sense. With others, the pains would shoot through her body at uncomfortable moments if there was one movement not to her liking.

Kim found out that the latter was true when she dropped her pencil, having to bend down to pick it up. Her hips ached and her ribs hurt. Though, it was her jaw that was the most painful; she found that no matter how many times she'd break a rib, jaws were the worst. The only thing worse than a jaw was the nose. God damn everything to hell if the nose was broken.

She sighed before sliding into the passenger seat, sliding the buckle over herself. Once it had clicked, her mother - Ann - had settled onto the driver's seat. "Alright, time for school," she hummed cheerfully, adding with a sour note, "you do have that test, right?"

"Yeah," Kim nodded, "for calculus."

"Well, at least you like math more than I did," Ann mumbled, the car turning away from the neighborhood.

"Oh yeah?"

"Hated it with a burning passion," the woman grinned. Kim chuckled, briefly watching the buildings pass. "Anyway, about that mission you had last week..."

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever get to know what the files were?" Ann asked solemnly.

Her daughter shook her head. "No, but Wade said he'll get back to me as soon as he can today. He said he was able to recover something, but had to go through with the Global Justice first to make sure everything was clear," she mumbled.

"Ah." Ann sighed, turning the corner. "It's a shame, I think," she started, "that some people end up growing sour and you'd think they'd be better. Take Dr. Lipsky as an example. He was one great colleague with your father and then..." She shrugged, adding, "Though, I guess there's nothing you can do with some of them."

"Yeah," Kim agreed. "It was really weird though. They don't normally do things like...that."

"How'd you mean?"

"Never have I had a mission with them before that had the two associating with others. Well, no, but stuff like this is just...weird."

The car slowed to a halt, Kim unbuckling herself before shrugging her bag over her shoulder. "Anyway, by sweetie! Have a good day!" Ann smiled as Kim returned the gesture. She watched as her mother rolled away, going off to work. The ginger sighed, striding into the school with her mind set on her locker. Once shuffling around with her school things, then shutting the locker door, Kim sighed a long breath. She really didn't want to take the test. Briefly checking her phone for the time, Kim figured that there was enough time to splash some water on her face in hopes to wake her up.

So, with that in mind, the heroine wormed her way through the halls, pushing herself into the restroom. Nobody else was in with her, giving her the time and peace.

Until her Kimmunicator buzzed.

Immediately Kim grabbed it out of her pocket, flipping the device. "What's the sitch?"

Wade didn't look at her, but instead to the side, his eyes flicking along whatever screen he was observing. He immediately got to the point, his voice low. "I've gone through the files and...I can't make any sense of it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he leaned back in his chair, still staring at another computer screen, "part of it is because they got what I think are the more important files off of the computer. I'm not sure if any of these relate to it at all but there's some maps of Middletown."

Kim furrowed her brows, leaning against the countertop. "Really? What of?"

"Everything. The sewage system, the electrical system, roads, highways, even the tunnels underneath some of the parks-" He abruptly halted, finally paying his attention towards the heroine. "Are you in a bathroom?"

She rolled her eyes. "It doesn't matter. Just...what do you think was on it?"

"I don't have any idea. If it's another map, I'd assume specific buildings or secret passages and stuff like that. If not, I have no freakin' clue." He slumped in his chair, heaving a long sigh. "Can you run me through what happened that night? At the hotel?"

"We bust in, try to get the computer the nice way-"

"Why that first?"

"-we fight, Drakken does something to the files and then they were sent."

Wade raised his hands, closing his eyes before waving. "Whoa, whoa, he did something while you were there?"

"Yeah, I think we caught them by surprise. Something about needing to get the files out of their hands, or something," Kim murmured. "They kept saying to get out of their way, get out of their business... It was just...strange."

"Strange like, what they were doing was not normal or-"

"No, I mean, they probably do stuff like this but," Kim sighed, attempting to explain, "but they weren't as...cocky, I guess. Shego wasn't spending the time to taunt me and Drakken wasn't having any of Ron's attempts to get to the computer."

"So you mean that they were afraid of something." Kim paused, pondering on the idea.

"Maybe, I don't know..."

Wade rubbed his chin, turning in his chair. "We're going to have to get some answers soon, you know that right?" Kim nodded before she groaned at the shriek of the bell. "Class?"

"Calculus test," she grumbled.

The boy chuckled, murmuring, "Good luck with that."

Kim took it before switching her device off. She felt as if she'd need all of the luck she could muster.

. . .

Sparks drizzled in couples as the long, metal claws sliced against the tabletop. Shego growled, glaring at the odd glove that wrapped around her hands; it bore a thin sheet of cloth at her palms, only her nails extending half an inch with sharp steel. The ends were battered - too much for her liking. "Drakken! Do you have any more of the filers?" The doctor turned from his large computer screen, raising a brow towards the woman. She gestured towards the strange gloves, her usual - at least commonly seen - laying on the table. Inside the left, black glove was the same contraption. "Hello? Buddy, that machine won't answer for him. Now work on this."

"I can't, he might pick up any minute! We need to know if he got them," the doctor grumbled.

Shego grouched, though slunk away towards her table anyhow. It was only minutes later - Shego discarded her glove, flexing her bare hands - when the large screen flickered. A man sat in a large chair, his face covered other than the shine of his smooth, iron mask. "Dr. Drakken," the man greeted curtly, his voice grueling.

"Stag."

"No need to play games with me," the man - Stag - snapped violently as Shego joined the doctor. Dr. Drakken winced, fiddling with his hands. "I asked you to hide those videos and those documents, and they have yet to be given. I had a deadline, and now my deal has been cut."

The doctor closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Shego stared heatedly at the screen, a brow arched. "You mean to say you didn't get them?"

The man resituated himself in his seat, his fingers dancing in the air; the villainess took that as being intrigued. "What?"

"We spent seven - fucking - hours trying to send those with the storm raining over our heads!" she explained, exasperated.

"Then why are they not in my hands?"

Dr. Drakken stepped forward, his stare hard as his voice placid: "We were interrupted." Stag tilted his head. "Up to eighty percent of the files were loaded, but Team Possible decided to stop by. Apparently, one of few who tried to look into the files was the Global Justice."

"They work for them?" the masked man inquired.

Shego shrugged. "Not generally, though they do."

"Yes, anyway," the doctor continued, "I feared that I didn't have enough time to push the files out to you anonymously with the Shell Protection. So..."

"You disconnected it," the man finished. Dr. Drakken nodded, backing away with his gaze to his feet. Stag leaned back, running a tight grip through his lengthy black hair that spilled over his mask. "You old fool," he chided, "you old bastard! Do you know what this has cost me? Cost us?! Who has it?"

Once the doctor didn't answer, Shego replied, "We don't know. We destroyed the computer before anything else."

Stag shook his head. "God damn everything. Voltaire might have it now, you fuckers. Voltaire, the one man who shouldn't have it now may. This," his voice thundered, "is why when things are done my way, you don't cut corners! Drakken, I swear to you, if you don't fix this mess I will wring your neck with my bare hands!"

"And I will," Dr. Drakken promised, "I will. You won't have a problem with Voltaire, I swear it."

The man on the screen eased back in his seat, taking a moment to digest his words. "Good...you better. I will require those documents first. The videos can be at another time... Hand it to me - in person - and we shall go on from there."

"Thank-you, Stag," Dr. Drakken wheezed.

Stag exhaled slowly, grumbling, "You're lucky I am fond of Shego, you prick. Pull another stunt like this again and I swear you will not see another sunrise again." The screen blitzed off before Dr. Drakken gulped, sinking to his knees.

He shook his head, growling, "I swear I told him that just doing it straightforward would be a better suited plan. But no...now we have to- Fuck."

"Leave the job to me, if you have to," Shego muttered, "but you have to sharpen my claws."

"Right, right, I'm on it." As he strolled towards the table, observing the gloves, Dr. Drakken asked, "And what about Kim Possible and that boy?"

Shego clicked her tongue, raising her hands. "I don't know, something. Anything to distract them and get them off my fucking back. We can't have them ruin this again!" The woman checked her nails. "I'll be in my room. Don't disturb me."

The doctor rolled his eyes as she left, slamming the door behind her. Scowling, he paced around the table, his thoughts far away from the weapons on the table.

I thought I'd expand my horizons a bit... I've never really stepped out onto any different fandom but, well, here we are. ;) For those who don't know me, 'ello, I'm Volt. Erm...dunno how well I'll update this and yeah. I've also never really wrote these characters before today so...all's good? XD Whatever, I'm trying to do this thing were Kim Possible, the series, was more for young adults and such (because fuck nostalgia). Hopefully I'll accomplish that.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

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Added Comment: For those commenting about grammar, I apologize. However, blond is correct. (Yes, I'm fucking butthurt...) Now if you weren't referring to it...oh well. But here's a site to look at: grammarist. com usage/ blond-blonde /