The police lowered tarp over the
body, wondering what had happened. Mysterious claw markings had torn
through the chest cavity, bringing instant death. Detectives could not
find a single shred of evidence, even the weapons had no fingerprints.
The Federal Beaureau of Investigators hypothesized that the clone of
their most powerful experiment, S060787, could have gone mad. But to
murder an innocent? Even that was too devious for the clone, she was
known to only go after S060787, her twin D060787B, and rarely their
aunt.
The crowds began to disperse. Hardly-muted rumors began to trickle about, then slowly escalated into full-blown stories. Some said it was a cyclop-dragon conjured by science that had penetrated the museum, some believed that it was Shego-gone-homicidal. Others didn't know, only cared to protect their families from the menace. Moments later, Des Lipsky, Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, and Sam Perfect arrived at the scene, investigating any and all clues, on the rare whim that the police had overlooked something.
Conspicuously absent from the band of heroes and heroines was Syd Lipsky.
No clues were found at the scene, and the group left. Two days went by, and Jessie took note of Syd's recent lack of attention in class. Not that she ever paid much attention in the first place, mind you, yet whatever attention was quickly disposed of. Slipping an index card on Syd's desk, she tapped the teen heroine on the shoulder. Syd woke up and looked at the note. "'See me after class'." Syd read silently to herself. The bell rang, Syd walked over to Jessie's desk and fought back a yawn. "Syd," Jessie spoke softly, concerned. "Yeah?" Syd blinked her eyes, which had recently begun to acquire bags on the lower lids now and then. "You have to pay better attention. Your other teachers say you haven't been paying attention, you've been falling asleep in class..."
"I know, Aunt Jessie. I know." Syd covered her mouth to yawn.
"You haven't been at home, either. You're always out."
"That's a problem for you?! You HATE me, remember?"
"Syd, I don't hate you."
"Yeah, right." Syd rolled her bloodshot eyes.
"I don't."
"Sure you don't." Syd shifted her backpack to the other shoulder, rolled her eyes again, and walked out the door. Jessie sighed and covered her face in her hands. Syd hadn't always been like this. She had been the polar opposite to her mother. Jessie replayed that thought in her head as she glanced at a family photo of the Lipskys. Drakken stared, Shego retained her sullen expression, Des grinned, and Syd grinned, as if to say 'My grin is so much wider'. This photo was taken about six months after the arrival of the sisters.
Jessie reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. A photo of Syd and Des standing in the backyard with their dog was the first photo. Syd, who was seemingly very different from the person Jessie talked to, was still grinning. Jessie began to wonder if Syd was starting to go the route her parents did.
When she was a teenager, Jessie had a basement room. Jessie remembered the night Drew, or Drakken as he preferred, had moved in again. Now blue-skinned and with what he called an 'evil sidekick', Shego, they had taken the guest bedrooms. Often distancing herself from the two, Jessie would usually go to a local fast-food restaurant. She was indifferent towards them, not caring if they stayed or went.
Jessie shook her head, which had begun to twinge from the thought processes that seemed to multiply and complicate.
Was Syd changing? All signs pointed to yes.
The crowds began to disperse. Hardly-muted rumors began to trickle about, then slowly escalated into full-blown stories. Some said it was a cyclop-dragon conjured by science that had penetrated the museum, some believed that it was Shego-gone-homicidal. Others didn't know, only cared to protect their families from the menace. Moments later, Des Lipsky, Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, and Sam Perfect arrived at the scene, investigating any and all clues, on the rare whim that the police had overlooked something.
Conspicuously absent from the band of heroes and heroines was Syd Lipsky.
No clues were found at the scene, and the group left. Two days went by, and Jessie took note of Syd's recent lack of attention in class. Not that she ever paid much attention in the first place, mind you, yet whatever attention was quickly disposed of. Slipping an index card on Syd's desk, she tapped the teen heroine on the shoulder. Syd woke up and looked at the note. "'See me after class'." Syd read silently to herself. The bell rang, Syd walked over to Jessie's desk and fought back a yawn. "Syd," Jessie spoke softly, concerned. "Yeah?" Syd blinked her eyes, which had recently begun to acquire bags on the lower lids now and then. "You have to pay better attention. Your other teachers say you haven't been paying attention, you've been falling asleep in class..."
"I know, Aunt Jessie. I know." Syd covered her mouth to yawn.
"You haven't been at home, either. You're always out."
"That's a problem for you?! You HATE me, remember?"
"Syd, I don't hate you."
"Yeah, right." Syd rolled her bloodshot eyes.
"I don't."
"Sure you don't." Syd shifted her backpack to the other shoulder, rolled her eyes again, and walked out the door. Jessie sighed and covered her face in her hands. Syd hadn't always been like this. She had been the polar opposite to her mother. Jessie replayed that thought in her head as she glanced at a family photo of the Lipskys. Drakken stared, Shego retained her sullen expression, Des grinned, and Syd grinned, as if to say 'My grin is so much wider'. This photo was taken about six months after the arrival of the sisters.
Jessie reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. A photo of Syd and Des standing in the backyard with their dog was the first photo. Syd, who was seemingly very different from the person Jessie talked to, was still grinning. Jessie began to wonder if Syd was starting to go the route her parents did.
When she was a teenager, Jessie had a basement room. Jessie remembered the night Drew, or Drakken as he preferred, had moved in again. Now blue-skinned and with what he called an 'evil sidekick', Shego, they had taken the guest bedrooms. Often distancing herself from the two, Jessie would usually go to a local fast-food restaurant. She was indifferent towards them, not caring if they stayed or went.
Jessie shook her head, which had begun to twinge from the thought processes that seemed to multiply and complicate.
Was Syd changing? All signs pointed to yes.