A/N- It's crudely written I know… But I HAVE to get something out, be it garbage or else, it's just something I have to do for my sake. In memory to those lost. I have not edited it at this time, just so you know. And why am I having such a weird sense of déjà vu with this! Ugh, I hate for ruining the format I had it in \.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or anything else.
---In Your Memory
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She lay sprawled on her side underneath the thin-layered bed sheet. Her fists clenched onto a single white envelope that was sent by the Public Relations office of the army. More tears escaped her puffy red eyes and slid past down her messy, already dried, mascara. It was an endless pour as far as she was concerned, because no one else was around; no one at all was left.
They all were dead, when they promised that they wouldn't die so soon. Whenever the PR Army people- no, monsters, sent her mail but today… two uniformed men stood at her door. Just the sight of them through the netted door made her drop to her knees with a thud, and sob hysterically.
"D…don't tell me-e. T-there's no w-way she is -…" she couldn't bring herself to say the last word.
As kindly as a uniformed messenger of the grim reaper could, he solemnly nodded to her, to confirm her fear.
"Sorry maam. She was one of the best. Her death was not in vain and she will be honored properly at a later time."
That was the last straw. Numbness was all that could give her peace, but she would save that bit for later, when she was all-alone, when not even the devils would linger at her door.
"Shut the fuck up! She wasn't supposed to die! She was THE BEST! The BEST don't simply die!"
She was furious, her newly acquired fury-adrenaline held back the next barricade of fresh tears making their fall down her paled cheeks. That however did not stop her from raging on and nearly attacking the officer who had spoken.
Luckily his training had effectively protected him from the attacks of a red haired, obviously distraught woman. Thank gods it did too; else his partner would have had to write her up. These times were hard on everyone.
The young man just shook his head and held onto the woman as her attacks of violence quickly pelted to attacks of tears and emotion. They stood there for minutes.
"I-I don't understand… They all left me now. What am I to do? …I can't go on…"
In the end she just found herself lying limp, broken, torn, and everything else this new emptiness feeling brought on. The envelope revealed that the tank she was in was thrown into a river during a bombardment and no one from her team had survived-they couldn't manage to get out of the tank… so they ended up dying from loss of air.
The news tore at her heart tremendously. All those promises, dreams… everything- would never be accomplished or experienced for that matter, all because she had died, they all had. They all broke their promise. They all lied.
After so many barriers and obstacles had been passed to get to where they were in their relationship, now it was all destroyed, just because the fates had toyed with her once again. She laughed bitterly as a new patch of tears took their accustomed route.
It was no fair she decided. A hand was carefully placed upon her showing abdomen, reassuringly almost, that this one would at least live. She sighed and closed her eyes, willingly putting herself into a deep fitful slumber to pass the remainder of the night.
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'I may have lost all of you… Family, Ron… Shego… But I still have one more, for whom I will do anything to protect. This piece of you, all of you and me… I will keep dear to me and promise to make him of her survive… in your memory.'
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Fin.