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Introduction: Welcome back all you faithful, fanatic, and frantic fans of Kim Possible. This begins the second story in the Raider (now James) series. If you haven't read my story "A Twisted Way Home" I would recommend it before reading this one but if you are a fan of reading backwards, like I sometimes am, by all means carry on.
So if you are ready for some evil babes, zombies, mutants, powered armor, Vegas parties, Vodou rituals, human sacrifice, Weddings, New Orléans, new comet derived powers, and the all-encompassing power of the love of family we shall begin.
Kimberly Anne Possible, world renowned super heroine, sat comfortably admiring her shoes. The new red heels were a gift from her wife, Shego Possible. The shoes were a compliment to the scarlet business suit she always wore for court appearances. They say high heels are made to accentuate the hips and buttocks of a woman so she should be flattered by the present because even at thirty-five years of age she still set a striking figure. Her long red hair, olive-green eyes, slim waistline, and athletic physique spoke of years of physical training and discipline. Even though she had put her body through years of hero-work punishment and three problematic pregnancies she never failed to notice that her appearance attracted the stares of men and women alike.
Kim was used to people staring at her since high school. High school, had it really been so long ago? Here she was in the present a successful heroine, writer, wife, and mother of five. Had it only been seventeen years ago that she had been a cheerleader and a teenage hero scampering about saving the world. Her life, lately, had been so hectic and filled that she hadn't thought about the past for some time now. Kim had so many good memories and she was thankful of leading so full a life for someone as young as herself.
While sitting in the back row of this prison administration annex conference room, memories of the past filled her mind; Middleton High, her website, Wade, Ron, Shego, Drakken, cheerleading, and last but not least Bonnie Rockwaller. Bonnie was the reason she was here and the one memory that filled her mind the most this day. Bonnie had been her classmate, cheer squad member, competitor, sometime friend, and eventual low-class villain that nearly destroyed her and her family. Kim could remember in stark detail how Bonnie with the aid of a rogue Bebe robot captured Drakken to create an army of synthodrones and Camille Leon copies that had attempted to kill Kim while she was pregnant with her first child. The plan had nearly worked and had come close to killing her and her wife.
When Bonnie failed she had been arrested, tried, and sentenced to thirty years in prison. Now almost seventeen years later Kim sat in the back of a crowded parole hearing for Bonnie. Next to her sat Bonnie's older sisters Lonnie Mathis and Connie Harris. Lonnie was a professional fashion model and Connie a registered nurse. They had each married well, Lonnie a fashion model agent and Connie a hospital administrator. Kim knew that their parents had both died in a tragic car accident years ago as she had attended their funeral.
"Thank you for coming Mrs. Possible", said Connie.
"Yes I'm sure it will help our sister's chances at parole immensely if you are here to speak for her", said Lonnie.
"I don't know how much help I will be or even if Bonnie would want me to speak on her behalf?" said Kim. "Have either of you had any contact recently with your sister?"
"No. She has refused any contact with us for years. Even before our parents died, Bonnie had rejected them as well when we had come to visit her", said Connie.
"We have learned through the prison authorities that she has done well and has been a model prisoner for years now. We hope that once she makes parole she will agree to see us", said Lonnie.
"After all she is our sister and we are the only family she has left", said Connie.
"It speaks well of you both that you are here for her".
"Well we were rather mean to her when we were young so I think we owe it to her", said Lonnie.
"You must not blame yourselves for your sister's behavior. She arrived at this point in her life by her own choices and not because of you".
"Thank you Mrs. Possible", said Lonnie as she reached out to hold her sister's hand.
"I'm surprised your wife didn't come with you today but I see you did bring someone. Is he a bodyguard? I see the way he watches over you", said Connie.
"Yes and if nothing else he is a good bit of eye candy", said Lonnie winking at Kim.
Kim turned and looked over her shoulder at the man the sisters were indicating. James Ronald Possible, Kim's son and former villain (The Raider), who physically was only eight years younger than her due to a tragic time displacement incident several months earlier. James leaned against the wall behind Kim scanning the room with eyes ever alert for danger. He stood well over six feet tall with Kim's olive-green eyes, Shego's black hair with streaks of red highlights, and was the recipient of some of Shego's comet given powers. Kim noted that James stood like a soldier on duty and Connie was right in that he tended to be overprotective of Kim and the family in general.
"It's a school day and my wife is still teaching although the school year is almost over. As for him, well, he's part of my family", said Kim indicating James.
"Well if he isn't married we should introduce him to my daughter", said Lonnie.
"Or mine", said Connie.
James leaned forward and touched Kim's shoulder to draw her attention to the front of the room. The five member parole board panel had just entered and taken their seats behind a central table on the opposite wall of the room. The panel had just sat down when an officer opened another door and Bonnie and her lawyer were escorted in.
Kim immediately recognized her old high school classmate. Bonnie was the same age as Kim and the brunette had kept herself in good shape. She was still slightly taller than Kim and her manner was one of resolve and purpose. She was dressed in a fairly new looking brown business like suit.
However, as Bonnie sat down at a small table before the parole board there were some irregularities that Kim did take note of. Bonnie's hair was pulled up in a bun atop her head that didn't look that bad but it was secured with a pin that was more suited for a woman older than her. Bonnie also wore a yellow scarf that didn't exactly go with the rest of her outfit. In her right hand she held a silver and black pen that she constantly twirled between her fingers. There was also something else, a strange smell that Kim couldn't place but it seemed out of place. She would have sworn that it wasn't there before Bonnie had arrived.
Bonnie turned and scanned the room briefly before turning to the panel before her. Kim noted that her gaze fell momentarily on her sisters and Bonnie's face fell in disappointment. The gaze fell on Kim and Bonnie's expression changed to one of triumph and gloating. Kim expected Bonnie to be nervous or scarred but that wasn't what she saw at all.
"I would like to bring this hearing to order", said the man who was the panel chairman. "This is the final of several parole hearings in the case of the State versus Bonnie Rockwaller. The question before the panel is whether the prisoner Ms. Bonnie Rockwaller will be given early parole from her sentence. Does the prisoner understand what is at stake at this time?"
"She does", said Bonnie's lawyer.
"Is she ready to make her final statement?"
"She is".
"Ms. Rockwaller you were found guilty and sentenced to thirty years for charges of assault, kidnapping, and conspiracy to commit murder. As per state law you have now served now over half your sentence and have displayed good behavior and thus are eligible for parole. Considering the grievous nature of the crimes you were convicted of would you please tell the board of why you believe you should be awarded early parole?"
Bonnie flexed her shoulders and paused for apparent dramatic effect as she continued to twirl the pen in her right hand. She moved her gaze across the parole panel meeting the eyes of every member before answering.
"There is no point in me justifying the actions that led me to prison. They were wrong and I admit that. I have spent my time in prison evaluating my life from before and I know that what I did was fueled by my youth and my indiscretion. That however is the past. I have used my time in incarceration to move beyond that time and improve myself and grow physically, mentally, and spiritually", said Bonnie.
"Can you elaborate on how you have grown Ms. Rockwaller", said the lead panel member.
"Yes, I can. I have finished my college work and completed my Bachelor's degrees in Physical Education and English Literature. I have helped start a prison reading and education program that has led to dozens of other prisoners finishing their high school and some even their college education. It is my hope to build on these successes and continue my work to help others if this panel sees fit to grant my early parole".
"You mentioned your spiritual growth. Could you elaborate on that?" asked one other panel member.
"I have discovered my spiritual faith and it has sustained me throughout my time in prison. I believe every person has their own spiritual path to follow and I regret that it took my incarceration to lead me to mine".
Kim listened to Bonnie talk and for some reason the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Even though she hadn't seen or talked to Bonnie in several years she felt that something was wrong. She couldn't put her finger on just what it was but something wasn't right. It was Bonnie for sure, Kim was confident of that but something was off about her. Also there was still that strange smell that no one else seemed to notice.
"Thank You Ms. Rockwaller. I understand that a member of the Possible family is here to speak on the subject of Ms. Rockwaller's parole", said the lead panel member.
"Is something wrong", said James as he leaned down and whispered in her ear when Kim did not respond.
Kim startled a little at his question, but composed herself quickly. "I'm fine thank you". Kim stood up and moved to the front of the room and sat down in a chair in the front row.
"I would like to thank the panel for allowing me to speak at this proceeding. I am very pleased at the progress Ms. Rockwaller has shown and in using the time she has spent here to rehabilitate herself. I am also relieved that she views what she did as wrong and that she has moved past it because I know I have". Kim had planned to recommend to the panel that Bonnie was a good candidate for early parole but at the last second something held her back. "If this panel believes that Ms. Rockwaller has indeed found a new life that would be beneficial to society then it would be in everyone's best interest for her to be given early parole". It wasn't the endorsement that Kim had planned but it was all she could bring herself to do at the time.
Kim turned to look at Bonnie when she was finished and she found the same triumphant expression on her face that had been there before. Also the strange smell was there as well. Bonnie continued to twirl the pen in right hand as she broke Kim's stare to glance back toward the panel.
"Thank you Mrs. Possible and the panel appreciates your input at this proceeding", said the lead panel member.
Kim stood back up and went back to her original seat. She could see the question in James's expression but she shook her head slightly indicating she didn't want to say anything at this time. Kim sat back down next to Bonnie's sisters who also looked worried but said nothing to her.
The panel members were discussing something between themselves when Kim directed her attention back toward them. The discussion was brief and all the members seemed to be in agreement. When they were finished the lead panel member called the meeting back to order.
"After careful consideration of all the facts in the case pertaining to the prisoner from the original crime to her actions afterwards including incarceration and all aspects of rehabilitation that seem to have been embraced. This panel feels justified in granting early parole to Ms. Bonnie Rockwaller. This parole will begin effective May first and will be supervised through normal state authorities. If there is nothing further to add then I declare these proceedings closed".
Bonnie stood up and now pocketed the pen she had twirled the whole time. She shook hands with her lawyer. Another woman, who appeared to be a parole officer, approached Bonnie and introduced herself. She then handed Bonnie a business card before excusing herself.
Kim stood aside as Connie and Lonnie crossed the room to Bonnie's side. James moved up beside Kim.
"Is everything alright?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. It's just that something didn't feel right is all".
"Considering your history with Ms. Rockwaller I'm not surprised".
"She may not be that bad. People can change James. You more than anyone should relate to that".
"Unfortunately I must disagree. I don't believe people can really change, myself most of all".
Kim turned to her son her expression pensive. "You don't think you've changed from what you were before?"
"My environment has changed and I have the pleasure of better company but I am still capable of doing all the things I did before. Isn't that the definition of not changing?"
"Being capable of doing something and choosing not to do it is change. Choosing every day to be a good person, a better person, is the greatest choice any of us ever have to make. When you stop making that choice then you are truly lost".
James suddenly turned and pointed behind Kim. "Careful you have incoming".
Kim turned to find Connie and Lonnie coming back toward her and they were both crying.
"We're sorry Mrs. Possible we can't stay", said Lonnie.
"We thank you for your help but we have to go. Our sister apparently doesn't want our help", said Connie.
Kim watched as both sisters grabbed their belongings and hurried from the room. Kim turned back and found Bonnie walking towards her. Kim did notice that the strange smell she had sensed before was no longer present.
"Was that really necessary? They are your family and they were here offering you their help", said Kim.
Bonnie's pace was casual but her manner spoke of determination as she approached Kim. "I haven't wanted or needed their help since long before I came here. By the way, I loved the speech "K". It almost brought me to tears".
"I liked your speech as well "B". Was any of it true?"
"Why all of it was true. Now the context may have been a little off in some areas but it was all true". Bonnie moved closer to Kim and was quite obvious in her appraisal of her looks. "Looking good "K", it's hard to believe you have ever been pregnant".
Kim stood her ground refusing to be intimidated by Bonnie's obvious attempt to invade her personal space. "Thank You. You look good as well. I see prison hasn't lessened your need to try and catch everyone's attention".
"Oh, I didn't need to work to catch anyone's attention. I was an eighteen year old high school cheerleader when I came here. It was like throwing fresh meat to a bunch of hungry wolves. Do you want to know what happened to me when I was first put in here? I was raped. Not once, but every day. I was passed between so many bull dykes that eventually I started to like it". Bonnie licked her lips in an exaggerated fashion. "Really "K" I could suck your twat until your head caves in".
Kim couldn't help herself, she actually blushed a little at Bonnie's brazen statement. Out of the corner of her eye Kim saw James begin to move forward as she reached out and touched his chest. Her touch was feather light but it stopped him as if he had run into a brick wall. Bonnie noticed the movement and seemed to take in James for the first time.
"Well isn't this one a cool drink of water. I thought you only spread your legs for us girls "K". Don't tell me you're swinging both ways now. Doesn't that make Ms. Green genes jealous?"
Kim's carefully reigned in anger began to unravel some and for a second she considered letting James loose on Bonnie but she held back. "He is my son".
"Your son! Well he is definitely proof you aren't always the good little girl everyone thinks you are".
"What do you want Bonnie?"
"I want to burn down your house. I want to take everything you love and grind it into ash and dust before your eyes. Only once I have wrung every ounce of agony and pain from you would I give you a slow painful honor less death", said Bonnie with an ever-present smile on her face.
"You haven't changed at all have you, Bonnie, except maybe to be a clinically insane prison failure. I had hoped you might have actually improved yourself. No matter, much better than you have tried to kill me and I'm still standing".
"Insane? Maybe so but I am what you and this place have made me. Well it's been nice reminiscing but I have to run. Catch you on the flip side", Bonnie turned on her heel and marched off to the guard waiting to escort her from the room.
"I can't tell if she loves or hates me?" said Kim in exasperation.
"A little of both I think", said James.
"The feelings are two sides of the same coin. With Bonnie it appears each one can drive her to kill".
"Being someone who has experienced both sides of the hate equation I have noticed one distinct difference between love and hate."
"What difference is that?"
"While love can drive someone to kill, hate never saved anyone".
Kim cast a critical eye on her son. "Her hate fuels her".
"Her hate consumes her. When it is spent she will have nothing left. She has already lost; she just hasn't figured it out yet."
"Or she just doesn't care. It's those kinds of people that scare me the most. The ones that come after me and your momma are bad enough but ones that come after the whole family are worse".
"You don't have to worry about us mother. You and momma have prepared us well. Don't forget we are not helpless, we are the children of the comet".
"I'm your mother, it is inevitable that I worry about all of you", Kim moved closer and hooked her arm in his arm. "Now how about you take a gorgeous red headed woman out to lunch".
"Absolutely, just point her out to me", said James as he stretched up to scan the room. Kim punched his arm, rather hard, eliciting a mock cry of pain from him. "After all that has gone on here today I was just trying to lighten the mood", laughed James.
Kim shook his arm slightly and then rested her head against his shoulder. "Thank you for trying".
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Bonnie felt extremely smug when she left the parole hearing. She had managed to embarrass Kim with her lewd comments, ran off her useless sisters, and most of all succeeded in obtaining her early parole. She hadn't lied to the board but like she had told Kim the context of her answers were probably not what the panel thought. On the long walk back to her cell she had to stop off and take of the suit she had worn to the hearing and put back on her drab prison attire. It had been difficult to obtain the civilian clothing but a few favors gathered here and there in the prison had allowed her access to it.
However as she neared her cell, her mood began to darken. Even if she was about to be paroled, she really didn't have any way to strike back at Kim. What she had told Kim was the truth about her being raped and violated. What she failed to mention was that eventually she had turned that around to where she was the exploiter and not the exploited. She had lost count of the scores of innocent women who had serviced her over the years. Eventually even some of the prison guards and staff where under her thumb.
She had arranged better educational opportunities for other inmates but she had charged them dearly for the privilege. It had allowed her to run her own little business from prison so she could obtain considerable money and influence throughout the prison. All of that would let her get out of prison with more than just the clothes on her back but not enough to fulfill her desire for revenge. For that it seemed that she was going to have to rely on Sibyl and her promises.
Sibyl Boudreaux had been Bonnie's cell mate for the last two years. The girl was Bonnie's height, only three years younger, had creole caramel skin color, and long straight midnight black hair. She was an American citizen and native of New Orléans, Louisiana. Although she sometimes spoke with a southern creole accent Bonnie knew she could lose that accent instantly if she wanted to. Sibyl had been incarcerated for assault and battery and sentenced to two years in prison.
Perhaps sentenced was the wrong word for Sibyl's stay. From the day she arrived Sibyl had basically gotten everything she wanted including being the room mate of the most powerful prisoner in the facility. You see Sibyl was a witch, or more correctly a Mambo, which roughly translated to female Vodou priestess.
Bonnie knew that Sibyl could have busted out of this prison on the first day. She later learned that the reason Sibyl didn't leave was that her mentor and fellow witch had commanded her to stay as penance for some transgression. Bonnie didn't know who this mentor was but anyone who could command Sibyl was someone to be feared.
When the guard let Bonnie back into her cell she could see Sibyl sitting on her bed, eyes closed, with just the hint of a smile on her face.
"So Cheri, how did it go?"
"It went perfectly. Just like you said it would", Bonnie began pulling items out of her pockets. She pulled out the hair pin, the yellow scarf, the silver pen, a class ring, and a handkerchief. They were each an item that belonged to one of the parole board members. Bonnie had utilized her network of prison stooges to obtain each one. Sibyl had taken each and used her, so-called, magic on each one. "Your little tricks seemed to do the job".
"Just a little bit of sympathetic magic. A few Gris-Gris to inspire power, domination, and luck. Simple enough on these weak minded fools who didn't need that much of a push to make them do what we wanted".
"Well I will be getting out on May first".
Sibyl jumped up from her bed and squealed in delight. "That is the same day as me. We can stroll to freedom together".
"Yes, we can stroll out of here to where. I have nothing left outside these walls now".
"That is not true you have your hate and your revenge to think of", said Sibyl as she circled behind Bonnie and began caressing her back and shoulders.
"What revenge? Once again Kim has everything and I have nothing".
"You have desire, will, and fire in your heart. In the right hands that is power. Power enough I think to change your fate and mine", said Sibyl as she began kissing and stroking Bonnie all over her body.
"Do you really believe that?"
"I do and when we leave here you will come with me to meet my sisters but for now we need to celebrate your coming freedom". Sibyl pushed Bonnie down on the bed and all talking was suspended. Their lovemaking was rapid, frantic, and forceful. It was a taking for each of them and not a sharing.
Later as they lay next to each staring at the ceiling Bonnie began to cry.
"What troubles you Cheri? I promise you that once we leave you will have a place to belong and an opportunity to pay back all of those who have wronged you".
"Thank you but you don't love me do you?"
"Love! No, Cheri I cherish you greatly but I do not love you. Love is fleeting and transient but power, true power, is eternal as my mistress can show you".
"Why not. It's not like I have anything else to lose".
"Of course you still have something to lose, your soul".
Author's Notes:
Do I have you hooked yet? No. Still need something more, well don't worry the next chapter will be coming soon enough.
If you haven't figured it out Bonnie will be a big character in this story because I just love the way she pushed Kim's buttons. But don't worry a bevy of old and some new Kim Possible characters will be on hand as well.