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Summary: A murder and an attempted murder spur Kim and Ron into action, but for waht other reasin than the investigation? And what other life-altering situations will Kim have to undergo?
This is my very first attempt at writing fanfiction. With that said, Please read and review! Thank-you!
Also- For the sake of not revealing who "the figure" is, I will sometimes refer to the person as 'IT'.
Once Foes; Now Enemies...?
By raven vixen
Chapter 1- The Event in the Night
The streets of Middleton were as dark as ever. The only source of illumination was a single beam of moonlight that was shining through the trees of Middleton Central Park. A gentle breeze kept the swings in constant motion; and the leaves on the ground were hustling through the distance. The slide creaked, and the monkeybars swayed slightly. The empty playground echoed with the laughter of the children who had played there earlier.
On the outskirts of Middleton, about ten miles away from Lowerton, a single, solitairy figure dressed in completely dark attire crept through the park and down a street, through the shadows. As the next hour approached, the figure waited, and when the Middleton clock struck one in the morning, the mysterius figure moved in. With an air of wisdom, the house in questio was chosen.
'66 East Sunder Street. Just the house I want.' the figure thought to themself. As a shadowy blur, the figure slowly stooped down and retrieved a key from under the doormat; then the shadow stood, unlocked, and opened the door within fifteen seconds. The individual stepped inside and after pulling out a pocket flashlight, headed upstairs to search until they could find the room that was the sought out target-- the master bedroom. 'It' entered the room quickly and silently and found a corner to conceal themself in until the deed was to be fulfilled.
The room was completely dark with the windows shut, and all of the shades were closed. The ticking and tocking coming from an alarm clock created an eerie air about the room. Elsewhere (still in the M.B.), peaceful snores resonated throughtout the room as the only other figure in the room sunk deeper and deeper into the magical kingdom known as dreamland. Two beeps sounded letting the occupantns know that two in the morning had arrived.
Quickly leaving the corner, the figure made 'its' way over to the bed that was in the middle of the room. Before the bed was reached, however, the figure stumbled on something and went down to the floor landing hard on the knees, causing a loud thunk on the floor. Sound echoed off of the hollow walls causing the slumbering person to stir.
In a groggy voice, he stuttered, "W-Wh-Who's there?"
The figure covered in black held a breath of air for a minute and dared not move. When no answer came, the once slumbering man asked again, "Who's there?" Once again, the figure held pulled in a breath and didn't move. Exasperatedly the man flicked on a light and looked around the room. His eyes landed on a blurred shape who had retreated into the nearest shadow, beside an entertainment center. Slowly, the man's eyesite began to focus after vigorously shaking his head from side to side several times. Glancing back into the shadow, he found his voice again, "Who are you?" He received no acknowledgement that the enigmatic figure even heard him. The man with a light blue shade of skin began to become irritated, and in a fit of rage, he exclaimed, "show yourself!"
The strange figure stepped into the open. The man noticed that it was a slim person who was completely dressed in black. From the mirror behind 'it', he could barely tell that the individual had long raven tresses, cascading down 'its' backside; the thick black waves came to the middle of the back. Realization set in by now. "If that's you, Shego, GET OUT NOW!!!" he bellowed. The figure didn't budge, but instead crept ever closer. Worry was etched into the facial features of the man and within a whisper, he asked, "What do you want with me?"
Instead of speaking, a series of hand gestures was uesd to convey the meaning of the bizarre meeting. Pointing at the blue man, who was slowly reaching for the phone beside his bed, then bringing the digit up to the throat, the figure pulled it across. The process was repeated with a creepy voice booming through the room saying, "Dr. Drakken!"
Dr. Drakken gulped and went white as if he had seen a ghost. He wanted to scream, but he when he opened his mouth, no sound escaped his lips. He turned his attention to his phone and frantically dialed, "9-1..."
Without a second's hesitation, the figure drug him to the floor, but not without him repeatedly kicking the black masked head. He continued to struggle in the gloved hands surrounding his body, until he wore himself out. Heavy breathing filled the room. The person was getting agitated and decided to end this- here and now. "It' pulled a hand crafted pocketknife out of a pouch located on the left leg of the black outfit. The handle of the knife was engraved with the letters 'S.N.S.'
In a last ditch effort to free himself from his attacker, Dr. Drakken kicked at the head sending 'it' careening backward several steps and accompanied the kick with a final plea, "leave me alone!" However, his plea went unanswered. To his horror, he saw his attacker regaining underneath legs itself and wobbling over toward him. He gathered up any all of his remaining strength and courage and backed against the wall trying to escape. With one single fluid motion, the mysterious figure was right beside him with the blade of the knife just barely grazing his neck. Dr. Drakken kicked at the figure with energy he didn't even know he had, but he missed and knocked the shade off of the holder letting in the moonlight. After that he didn't even have enough energy to scream; he just silently prayed that his assassin would be brought to justice- and soon. Dr. Drakken could hear his heart wildly beating in his chest; a single tear rolled down his cheek as he took in his surroundings right before he was to die. The next instant, he felt searing pain shoot throughout his body because the figure had slashed him several times in numerous places.
When heading out of the room, something stopped 'it' dead in 'its' tracks. Next door, a light had flicked on. The shady character could have sworn that someone was watching through the open window, but when a second glance was thrown in that directiom, there was nothing. Under the black mask, the figure's mouth turned up into a mischevious grin. 'If someone's there, I'll get them!' 'it' thought.
The figure moved toward the bleeding Dr. Drakken who was helpless to do anything except watch as the cloaked assailant grabbed the sheets off of the bed and began strangling him. After about five minutes, he quit moving. 'Finally!' the killer thought. Then a glove fell to the floor and after pulling out the knife again, the figure pricked a finger; a single drop of silverish-green liquid was left on the sheet directly over Dr. Drakken's heart. The deed was done; now it was time to get rid of any witnesses. A second later, the assassin jumped out of the window. Even though the window was two stories up, the murderer managed to land upright on the ground; and moved into the shadows of Dr. Drakken's neighbor's house-- to wait.
Drakken's bedroom was in shambles. Sheets were strewn everywhere. The phone was off the hook and buzzing. Blood was splattered everywhere about the room.
'Alright. Phase 1-- complete.' the figure thought from the shadows. 'Now for Phase 2.'
Author's comments:
If the figure does not respond to the name 'Shego', then who is it? Why did 'it' kill Drakken? What is Phase 2? All will be answered in due time (next chapters). Please read and review! Thank-you!
P.S.- Any Drakken fans: Please do not get offended by his slaying. He will be avenged somehow and in some way. Drakken is an awesome character because he brings a lot of comical laughter to the show, in my opinion, with Shego's help.
To be continued...
Summary: A murder and an attempted murder spur Kim and Ron into action, but for waht other reasin than the investigation? And what other life-altering situations will Kim have to undergo?
This is my very first attempt at writing fanfiction. With that said, Please read and review! Thank-you!
Also- For the sake of not revealing who "the figure" is, I will sometimes refer to the person as 'IT'.
Once Foes; Now Enemies...?
By raven vixen
Chapter 1- The Event in the Night
The streets of Middleton were as dark as ever. The only source of illumination was a single beam of moonlight that was shining through the trees of Middleton Central Park. A gentle breeze kept the swings in constant motion; and the leaves on the ground were hustling through the distance. The slide creaked, and the monkeybars swayed slightly. The empty playground echoed with the laughter of the children who had played there earlier.
On the outskirts of Middleton, about ten miles away from Lowerton, a single, solitairy figure dressed in completely dark attire crept through the park and down a street, through the shadows. As the next hour approached, the figure waited, and when the Middleton clock struck one in the morning, the mysterius figure moved in. With an air of wisdom, the house in questio was chosen.
'66 East Sunder Street. Just the house I want.' the figure thought to themself. As a shadowy blur, the figure slowly stooped down and retrieved a key from under the doormat; then the shadow stood, unlocked, and opened the door within fifteen seconds. The individual stepped inside and after pulling out a pocket flashlight, headed upstairs to search until they could find the room that was the sought out target-- the master bedroom. 'It' entered the room quickly and silently and found a corner to conceal themself in until the deed was to be fulfilled.
The room was completely dark with the windows shut, and all of the shades were closed. The ticking and tocking coming from an alarm clock created an eerie air about the room. Elsewhere (still in the M.B.), peaceful snores resonated throughtout the room as the only other figure in the room sunk deeper and deeper into the magical kingdom known as dreamland. Two beeps sounded letting the occupantns know that two in the morning had arrived.
Quickly leaving the corner, the figure made 'its' way over to the bed that was in the middle of the room. Before the bed was reached, however, the figure stumbled on something and went down to the floor landing hard on the knees, causing a loud thunk on the floor. Sound echoed off of the hollow walls causing the slumbering person to stir.
In a groggy voice, he stuttered, "W-Wh-Who's there?"
The figure covered in black held a breath of air for a minute and dared not move. When no answer came, the once slumbering man asked again, "Who's there?" Once again, the figure held pulled in a breath and didn't move. Exasperatedly the man flicked on a light and looked around the room. His eyes landed on a blurred shape who had retreated into the nearest shadow, beside an entertainment center. Slowly, the man's eyesite began to focus after vigorously shaking his head from side to side several times. Glancing back into the shadow, he found his voice again, "Who are you?" He received no acknowledgement that the enigmatic figure even heard him. The man with a light blue shade of skin began to become irritated, and in a fit of rage, he exclaimed, "show yourself!"
The strange figure stepped into the open. The man noticed that it was a slim person who was completely dressed in black. From the mirror behind 'it', he could barely tell that the individual had long raven tresses, cascading down 'its' backside; the thick black waves came to the middle of the back. Realization set in by now. "If that's you, Shego, GET OUT NOW!!!" he bellowed. The figure didn't budge, but instead crept ever closer. Worry was etched into the facial features of the man and within a whisper, he asked, "What do you want with me?"
Instead of speaking, a series of hand gestures was uesd to convey the meaning of the bizarre meeting. Pointing at the blue man, who was slowly reaching for the phone beside his bed, then bringing the digit up to the throat, the figure pulled it across. The process was repeated with a creepy voice booming through the room saying, "Dr. Drakken!"
Dr. Drakken gulped and went white as if he had seen a ghost. He wanted to scream, but he when he opened his mouth, no sound escaped his lips. He turned his attention to his phone and frantically dialed, "9-1..."
Without a second's hesitation, the figure drug him to the floor, but not without him repeatedly kicking the black masked head. He continued to struggle in the gloved hands surrounding his body, until he wore himself out. Heavy breathing filled the room. The person was getting agitated and decided to end this- here and now. "It' pulled a hand crafted pocketknife out of a pouch located on the left leg of the black outfit. The handle of the knife was engraved with the letters 'S.N.S.'
In a last ditch effort to free himself from his attacker, Dr. Drakken kicked at the head sending 'it' careening backward several steps and accompanied the kick with a final plea, "leave me alone!" However, his plea went unanswered. To his horror, he saw his attacker regaining underneath legs itself and wobbling over toward him. He gathered up any all of his remaining strength and courage and backed against the wall trying to escape. With one single fluid motion, the mysterious figure was right beside him with the blade of the knife just barely grazing his neck. Dr. Drakken kicked at the figure with energy he didn't even know he had, but he missed and knocked the shade off of the holder letting in the moonlight. After that he didn't even have enough energy to scream; he just silently prayed that his assassin would be brought to justice- and soon. Dr. Drakken could hear his heart wildly beating in his chest; a single tear rolled down his cheek as he took in his surroundings right before he was to die. The next instant, he felt searing pain shoot throughout his body because the figure had slashed him several times in numerous places.
When heading out of the room, something stopped 'it' dead in 'its' tracks. Next door, a light had flicked on. The shady character could have sworn that someone was watching through the open window, but when a second glance was thrown in that directiom, there was nothing. Under the black mask, the figure's mouth turned up into a mischevious grin. 'If someone's there, I'll get them!' 'it' thought.
The figure moved toward the bleeding Dr. Drakken who was helpless to do anything except watch as the cloaked assailant grabbed the sheets off of the bed and began strangling him. After about five minutes, he quit moving. 'Finally!' the killer thought. Then a glove fell to the floor and after pulling out the knife again, the figure pricked a finger; a single drop of silverish-green liquid was left on the sheet directly over Dr. Drakken's heart. The deed was done; now it was time to get rid of any witnesses. A second later, the assassin jumped out of the window. Even though the window was two stories up, the murderer managed to land upright on the ground; and moved into the shadows of Dr. Drakken's neighbor's house-- to wait.
Drakken's bedroom was in shambles. Sheets were strewn everywhere. The phone was off the hook and buzzing. Blood was splattered everywhere about the room.
'Alright. Phase 1-- complete.' the figure thought from the shadows. 'Now for Phase 2.'
Author's comments:
If the figure does not respond to the name 'Shego', then who is it? Why did 'it' kill Drakken? What is Phase 2? All will be answered in due time (next chapters). Please read and review! Thank-you!
P.S.- Any Drakken fans: Please do not get offended by his slaying. He will be avenged somehow and in some way. Drakken is an awesome character because he brings a lot of comical laughter to the show, in my opinion, with Shego's help.
To be continued...