KIM POSSIBLE: LOST IN THE DARKNESS
AUTHORS: TOHSAKA FATE & NWILSON1
Sorry for the inconvenience caused, everyone. decided to play a prank on me, and as a result, the story was deleted. Partly my fault too. Well, that's a word of reminder to never multitask when you are supposed to be concentrating on schoolwork. But, it also seemed like a chance for us to start all over. So sit back, and enjoy this new story. –tohsaka fate-
So hi everyone. Let's get something clear here, shall we? First off, this is a collaboration. tohsaka fate will be portraying the female characters, and I'm building the male characters. Side dish? We will be presenting a psycho bender too. Well, something along the line. –nwilson1-
CHAPTER 1 MISSION: COLORADO LAIR (PART 1)
A whole year had passed since the Lowardian invasion. Humanity's would-be conquerors were long-gone, slain in mortal combat by Earth's most unlikely hero. Their stigma, however, still lingered.
Humanity won, but still lacked peace. Rich and poor alike lived with innate fear. The Lowardians could return any day, and in greater numbers.
Humanity finally knew. They weren't alone. The universe suddenly didn't feel safe anymore. Earth became a boiling pot. International relations proved more volatile than ever.
Even our heroes succumbed, swept along with these changing times. The first major change came when Kim and Ron broke up. They'd been best friends for so long, and grown so close together. Dating seemed wrong, almost taboo, like a brother and sister dating.
The duo separated under amicable terms. Kim relaxed a bit, relieved he'd taken the news so well. She, however, wasn't prepared for what happened next. She felt they'd always be together, maybe not as lovers, but certainly as friends.
Ron shattered her world by announcing, "I'm heading to Yamanouchi". Kim stood speechless. Of course, he tried to justify his actions. He wasn't deserting her. His carelessness had nearly gotten her killed. Twice. He couldn't let that happen again. He retreated to Yamanouchi to supposedly hone his skills.
His absence forced Kim to face cruel and unsettling truths:
The world had grown colder, more volatile.
People needed a hero, someone they could look up to, and depend upon, during both times of good and bad.
She understood their desperation. She felt that same sting.
Her best friend leaving left a void in her life too. He wouldn't around that much.
Her usual enemies had grown meaner.
Her life became so tumultuous. Her sanity sought to restore some normalcy in her life. And what she'd do? Kim fell back on what she knew, world saving. She resumed world saving, but quickly grew more discontent than ever. The world around her changed more than even she'd realized.
Global leaders weren't as tolerant anymore. No matter how many lives she saved or how closely she worked with local authorities, the media continued to vilify her as a 'glory-seeking' vigilante, like always. Nothing had really changed in all these years.
She could still hear Will Du vilifying her, "Amateur!"
She'd grown discontent. She vowed then, her life would change. Kimberly Ann Possible, now nineteen-years-old, enrolled in Harvard Law, majoring in Criminal Justice with an emphasis in Criminal Psychology.
She accepted, some things would never be the same. She and Ron chose different paths in life. An ocean separated them now. And yet, deep down, in the deepest recesses of her heart, she knew they both sought something their lives currently lacked.
Something basic. Stability. Something the world lacked right now.
Both wanted their lives to stay the same. It was a silly desire. Only a child would think of such things. An adult must accept, that the world around them evolved in different ways every day, and they must adapt or lose track of the time. And yet, something deep within them bitterly opposed this fact of life.
Kim and Ron spent more time apart than together. This separation put a greater strain on their already fragile relationship. Oh, they still went on missions or have an occasional meal together when their hectic schedules permitted.
Kim attended university, and worked part-time with Global Justice.
Ron spent his days training at Yamanouchi, and nights attending a local Japanese culinary school. He slept what little he could.
They tried, they really did. Living 9,350-km apart strained their relationship more with each passing day. It'd become harder to find time to get together, especially since Ron started to date Yori, 3-months ago.
Kim didn't understand why she was so upset. Their break-up was mutual. She didn't expect he'd remain a perpetual bachelor. She simply never anticipated him dating would steal her best friend forever. She became embittered towards this almond toned Jezebel. But Kim kept her mouth shut.
Ron and Yori were reunited, and fell in love. They'd obliviously moved on with their lives, leaving Kim in limbo. What could she do? She and Monique gave the couple their blessings.
Their failing friendship tormented Kim immensely. What could she honestly do to rectify their differences? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
She couldn't confront Yori. Between two women, tempers would flare, and tensions would escalate. A confrontation would surely end in a fight. Kim wasn't sure she could match this wench's skill. Even if she could, she'd still end up losing her best friend.
Her actions would force Ron to choose between them. Of course, he'd have to choose his new girlfriend over his best friend/ex-lover. She needed some time to think this through.
School couldn't start soon enough. Kim threw herself in her schoolwork trying to forget. She didn't want to think about her life, and how it became such a mess.
Luckily, she'd made new friends at Harvard. Lisana and Alan grew more concerned with each passing day. Kim locked herself inside her dorm, doing little but attend class, study, an occasional mission, and sleep very little. It wasn't healthy.
Both devised the perfect plan to fix this….
Lisana was a lithe, athletic strawberry blonde with sea blue eyes. She'd spent the last semester learning her dorm mate's peculiarities. One being, she wouldn't party, until finals were over. Now was the perfect time to enact her plan, of course, with Alan's help.
"So, Kim, wanna join us for lunch later? Finals are finally over." Lisana put her plan into action. It was now or never.
Alan Kriston was so tall and muscular. He dwarfed the two women. His scraggly mop combed to come one. Black locks dangled over his right eye, as if hiding something, but accentuating his chiseled jawline. He, too, majored in Criminal Law.
"Yea, c'mon, Kim, you should join us. It'll be fun," he encouraged her to tag along.
Kim smiled exhaustedly. Pursuing double majors proved harder than she ever imagined. Even her academic challenges couldn't top dealing with people again. She'd been so hurt by Ron ignoring their friendship. She threw herself in her schoolwork. She was relieved she passed all her classes, but didn't honestly want any time off.
Her academics kept her mind occupied. She didn't have time to think about the tragedy, considered her life. What's worse, she didn't have a justifiable reason to avoid socializing anymore. Ugh! Where's a good mission when she needed one. She toyed with her wrist Kimmunicator, like Wade would magically get her signal.
Alas, she knew she couldn't put off her dorm mate again. Today was their final day together for the quarter. Summer break would start tomorrow. Lisana and Alan had already book their flights back to Texarkana, TX tomorrow.
"Ok, sure. So, where to?" Kim queried, and slung her backpack over her right shoulder, adjusting its straps, ready to fall in behind her friends.
Before Lisana or Alan could even get her outside the dorm, her kimmunicator beeped, ruining their best laid plans. Kim needed to relax and loosen up, not going to work so soon after finishing classes. Talking wouldn't do any good. Lisana and Alan resorted to peer pressure, glaring hard.
Kim groaned outwardly, but cheer inwardly, extoling. Wade received her cryptic cry for help. He'd found something on the fly. She ignored their glaring disproval answering her Kimmunicator. Wade's hologram materialized with a glowing smile, but turned around when his mission alert terminal started to blare. She got concerned, realizing this wasn't a 'rescue Kim's sanity' mission. This was real.
"Hey Wade, what's the sitch?" Kim asked.
"Done with finals?" He queried back, looking up from his monitors. "Global Justice has been trying to contact you for the past two hours, but I held them off."
"What's up?" Kim mouthed a silent apology. Her friends accepted it with a nod. Alan waved goodbye and headed for the door, figuring Lisana was close behind. She had other plans. Lisana was an emotional, hands-on person. She stepped forwards hugged her redheaded dorm mate, now close friend, goodbye for now, and headed out the door.
Wade scrolled through his notes, briefing her, "It seems that Drakken has finally snapped. He and Shego was last sighted in their Colorado lair, and Dr Director wants you to bring them in."
'Shego? What's she pulling now? No doubt, another one of Dr. Dimwit's genius plans?' Kim griped under her breath, exiting her dorm room, making her way down the hall, careful not to bump into other students. "Ride?"
"Waiting outside the campus. Oh, and Ron's already waiting for you." Wade informed her. Kim stopped cold. She didn't mean to. It was an involuntary reaction over hearing his name. It'd been so long since they'd seen one another. She looked forward to, but oddly dreaded, seeing the blonde boy as well. She snapped out of her initial shock, starting outside again.
"Thanks Wade, you rock." She thanked him, trying to mask her trepidation about seeing her partner again, after being apart for so long.
Like most guys, Wade cluelessly smiled back and closed the link.
Kim made her way across the campus. She easily located her ride, a Black Hawk military helicopter, sat on the main lawn, surrounded by a sea of curious students. No one dared get too close. Three soldiers and their C.O. stood in attention, wearing military fatigues, and brandishing the latest assault rifles.
"Thanks for the ride, Captain Baldwin." She saluted, climbing aboard.
"No problem, Ms Possible. It's the least I can do after you saved me from the avalanche last year." He replied, igniting the engines, and they were soon in the air.
"No big…" Kim replied, and Ron elbowed her playfully in the ribs.
'What's so great about pardons?' Dr. Drakken griped, while fiddling with his latest invention, specially designed to commemorate his return to evil. He'd worked a whole year under G.J.'s watchful eye. A whole year! What'd he have to show? Nothing! Well….
It turned his stomach to even admit. He'd learnt patience and the necessity of true planning. He'd never be so slipshod again, absolutely confident he'd succeed, where he'd always failed in the past.
He'd tried so hard to earn his peers' respect, something he never achieved even as a villain. He streamlined and stabilized every invention. His peers refused to acknowledge his accomplishment, and, in more than one incident, even took credit for his work, then smeared him in the media.
He didn't care about theirs or anyone else's approval any longer. He returned to evil for himself, not them. They'd see! They'd all see, and admit they took credit for his work. He'd rather be a villain, than G.J.'s lapdog.
Shego, too, was discontent with G.J. Dr. Director didn't trust her period. She had three agents babysitting her 24/7. She didn't hesitate to re-join her old boss. Sometimes, like now, she really regretted that decision.
She filed her fingernails, fed up with his juvenile antics. One person kept her here, Kim Possible. Stay long enough and she's sure to meet the spry redhead again. Shego heard about her breaking up with the buffoon. Now she had a shot. Who knows? She could get lucky in fighting and love.
"Get a grip, Dr D. It's not like this is the first time you've ever faced Kimmie." She said lazily, holding up one hand to eye her handiwork. Satisfied with the result, she moved on to the other hand.
"Shego, don't be so lax. Of course, this isn't my first time. That isn't my point."
"Then, what is your 'point'?" She used air quotes.
"I saved the world. The villains laughed at me to scorn. You heard Dementor's taunt, 'You made a better 'hero' than you ever did a villain'. My peers labelled me as a failure and shunned me".
"So, you joined G.J.? And ultimately failed at that, too," she scorned him openly.
"Yes and no."
That answer stopped her scornful laughter. Shego eyed him, uncertain what he's pulling, but sure, it had something to do with his latest plan. "Explain," she demanded.
"I left villainy, uncertain of myself. What hurt most? Dementor and the others were right. I was a failure. I never succeeded in villainy. So, I tried my hand at G.J. Point is, I failed worse at heroism, but learnt to overcome my shortcomings as a villain. I was always too slipshod and impatient, thinking short-term, and not long-term."
"You building another death ray, is that thinking long-term?"
"Yes, it is," the cerulean scientist reassured her, despite her deep glower and crossed arms. He explained his reasoning, "This is my way back into the villain community. I had to do something grand, over the top".
"But….," she hesitated. "A death ray, Doc? None of them ever worked in the past".
"True," he didn't deny past failures. "I learnt from my mistakes. It'll work this time, I'm sure. I'll show G.J., Dementor, and everyone. I'm better than them".
Shego rolled her eyes, sighing. 'Oh, great, he traded G.J.'s judgmental brood, staking his fragile self-esteem on impressing their villain counterparts.' "Oh, this can't go wrong," her comment dripped with sarcasm.
"No, Shego, this time, it will work." Drakken told her, patting his machine. "I will finally bring an end to that meddlesome hero, Kim Possible."
…Her doubts hurt worst of all, even though he was used to others doubting him. Not her. "I'll show everyone," he vowed, defying the odds. "To prove my resolve, I'll end," he grumbled, "that meddlesome redhead hero, Kim Possible".
Shego leapt up with, palms lit. "Oh no, you don't, Doc. Kimmie's mine, so you will leave her to me."
"Fine…" He ceded sourly, turning back to his machine.
"Another death ray? Run out of ideas, Drakken?" A feminine taunted him with contemptuous laughter.
The two villains turned to see Kim and Ron standing at the entrance. The hero still wore her usual mission gear: a purple top and black slacks, and matching combat boots.
"Kim Possible?!" Drakken screamed in surprise.
Shego resisted the urge to roll her eyes. 'Geez, you've planned for this, so why are you so surprised when she shows up?'A smile crept its way across her lips, and she waved at the redhead, taunting the redhead to wave back, "Hey princess, glad you can join the party."
Kim resisted the urge to wave back. She smiled, feeling an all-too-familiar rush, something she'd missed more than she realized. "Ron, stop the ray". She turned back towards her sultry opponent, "I'll deal with Shego".
They'd been apart for so long. He'd forgotten certain traits. Ron missed her subtle undertone. "Booyah!" He replied, racing towards the machine. He could wreck something else. He'd hugely underestimated their cerulean foe this time.
Drakken intercepted the blonde, slapping his hands away from his machine.
Ron could seriously hurt the man. It was against his better nature. He resisted his training, slapping hands with his nefarious foe.
Kim and Shego both rolled their eyes at the sight, but proceeded to their own fight as well. Shego flared up her palms, throwing a plasma bolt at the redhead, who rolled out from harm's way and came back up in a crouching position.
Kim sprang forward so fast. Shego didn't have time to react. Kim tackled Shego to the ground, straddling the raven haired woman's stomach. Shego brought up one lit fist, but Kim caught Shego by the wrist. She leaned in closer.
"Being naughty, aren't we, Princess?" Shego teased with a sensuous smirk.
Kim blushed crimson red, knowing what the mint woman meant. Her grip loosened involuntarily.
Shego exploited her opponent's momentary distraction, kicking her brutally in the stomach. Kim recovered quicker than expected, catching her next punch. Betrayal's fires burned deep within her eyes. Shego knew those flames all-too-well. She opened her mouth.
"Shut it, Shego." Kim didn't want her sympathy. She had an outlet for her pinned up frustrations. "Now, we talk with our fists."
Shego raised an eyebrow at those words, winking flirtatiously, purring, "Gladly, Princess…"
Kim didn't realize what she'd said, until too late. She wanted to take it back but couldn't. Her expression changed, the olive eyes no longer playful.
Shego interpreted Kim's expression as rejection. She grew embittered, no longer simply playing. She harnessed her enhanced speed and strength, throwing a vicious punch. A single tear slid down her cheek as her fist connected.
Kim flew back, helplessly slamming into an adjoining console. She slipped onto the floor, dazed but groaning.
Okay, so here's where we would have to cut things off, or things are going to get really long. I know, I know, the previous work didn't stop here, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Next time, conclusion of the fight.
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