Kim Possible: Redemption

(A/N: Third up today.)

Points D-G: Day Two

Drakken and Killigan looked up at the hill wide eyed. After a long moment, Drakken finally remarked, "That is a steep climb."

"How are we aiver goin' t make it up there?" Duff questioned.

Shaking out of the shock, Drakken replied, "Resilience, Killigan, resilience." He marched boldly to the cliff and leapt on, grunting to climb. He soon dropped, panting.

"Any mar bright ideas?" Duff insulted.

Drakken frowned, then reached into his backpack rummaging around. "I know there's something here. There must be. Ah ha! Here we go!"

"Miniature jetpacks?" Duff hopefully questioned.

Drakken twitched. Now that he thought about it, that would have been a good idea. Oops. He nervously swallowed. He had to make this look good. He turned, widely and excitedly grinning, answering, "No. Mountain climbing pegs and rope! We're going old school boys, oh yeah!"

*What!* "Are ye daft man!" Killigan echoed. "Ye' expect me t' climb up tha' mountain with a rope and climbin' peg while carryin' Monkey Boy on ma back!" Killigan demanded.

Well, so much for that, Drakken begrudgingly admitted to himself, frowning. "Nrrgh, in retrospect this probably wasn't the best idea. No matter! We shall overcome!"

"Ah'll say we will!" Duff shot, taking off the golf bag and dropping it and Monkey Fist on top of Drakken, who cried out in pain as it crushed him. "Yer carryin' him!" Duff shot.

"Oh come on, I don't see you coming out with any solutions!" Drakken barked.

*He just did. Dump me on you.* "Sorry lad, but yer out o' luck," Killigan declared, evilly grinning and beginning the ascent.

"Killigan!" Drakken called.

Great. We're going to die. "Oh ye'll take the high road, and Ah'll take the low one, and Ah'll be at yon top befar, ye," Killigan parodied in song. Drakken scowled viciously as Killigan laughed, climbing on up.

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A few hours later, he and Monkey Fist were barely a quarter of the way up to point E. Drakken had all but lost sight of Killigan. There was a speck of movement way up there about three quarters of the way to E. Where had Killigan learned to climb anyway? Drakken looked nervously down and swallowed. This was ridiculous! He had, had next to no climbing experience whatsoever. What he did know was basic. Sure, he'd scaled cliffs before, and maybe his knowledge was a little more than basic, but he hadn't done it while carrying a stone statue on his back! He was more than high enough to plummet to his death if the rope gave way under the combined weight of him and Monkey Fist, and he could swear the rope and pegs were just dying to snap or break on him. He shuddered. Death did not appeal to him. How did it feel to be dead anyway? "I can only imagine how you feel," he remarked to Monkey Fist.

*Trust me, you can't. You have no idea of what it's like to be dead but alive, tormented for an undefined span of time, left only to your wallow in your agony, eternal thoughts, and despair. Oh forget it. Enough of this. I'm depressing myself.* There had to be an easier way than this, Drakken mused. All at once he felt a wriggling in his body. He stiffened, then grinned devilishly. Oh yes, his vine powers. He'd almost forgotten those. They did come in handy. Easily he sent the vines creeping up the cliff toward point E. After mere seconds, they'd latched onto a secure anchor. Casually the doctor folded his hands behind his back, letting himself fall and putting more trust in his vines than ever before, hoping they didn't disappoint. They didn't, and he dangled easily in the air as if he were simply on a swing. "Ah ha!" he exclaimed victoriously. He chuckled then began to whistle and casually check his hands as the vines lifted him up to their master's bidding.

Killigan, smirking cruelly to himself at the predicament he'd left Drakken in, didn't even notice the vines creeping by him. He wasn't a skilled climber, he'd never deny, but he'd had some practice with it when he was a wee laddie. True, this cliff scaling wasn't too promising for an amateur, but he'd managed thus far. He looked down. He was a long ways up from the ground. A long, long ways. If he fell… well, it didn't take a genius to know it would result in instantaneous death. He looked up again, focusing on the climb. It was taking all his skill, all his recalled knowledge, to climb the cliff, and he wasn't inclined to die today. It reassured him to know that no matter how he was doing, Drakken was probably worse, carting around Monkey Fist as well.

At least, it gave him confidence until he heard Drakken call out, "Can't you move any faster Killigan!" Duff gasped in shock on hearing the voice.

He looked sharply down, only to see Drakken being pulled up by vines! "Wha' the…" Killigan began, just now noticing the things creeping upwards like a jungle elevator!

Drakken passed him, calling back down, "Do not underestimate me golfing boy."

"Drakken!" Killigan yelled, furious his fun had been cut short. Drakken just laughed evilly, waving.

Killigan scowled and began to climb slightly faster. Only as fast as he dared to go, however, regarding his knowledge of the sport. It was infuriating him that he couldn't keep up to Drakken, but then again, as he kept reminding himself, life was more important. It was ironic, then, that despite his caution, the next time he tapped his peg in, it wiggled. A little more than was safe. He never noticed until too late that it wasn't securely fastened, and by then, he had already put his full weight on it.

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All at once he heard the sound of the peg giving out and gasped, looking sharply up and exclaiming, "Wha'?" His eyes widened on seeing the mistake. Shoot, he was going to die! He could hardly blink before he was sent plunging towards the ground below! "No!" he exclaimed in terror as he plummeted through the sky.

Drakken's victorious grin fell on hearing the alarmed cry. He quickly looked down. He gasped on seeing his ally falling! "Oh snap!" he exclaimed. *No kidding!*

Instantly Drakken ordered, "Vines, rescue Killigan!" Like lighting the flowering vines whipped down after the golfer. Duff closed his eyes tightly, expecting death to come at any moment. All at once, however, he felt something wrap tightly around his body. He gasped, opening his eyes only to see Drakken's vines! They stopped his fall instantly, and pulled him back up along with Drakken, who was looking down in horror.

"Ye' helped me?" Killigan questioned.

"You think I can make it through this jungle by myself while packing Monkey Fist! Have you lost your mind?" Drakken demanded, recovering from the near disaster as the vines brought Killigan face to face with him.

"Good point," Killigan admitted.

Just then they found themselves being placed on solid ground once more. Drakken pulled out the map, saying, "Point E. Five down, twenty-one more stages to go."

"At least we get t' walk now," Killigan said.

"Yeah, across a mountain range and straight into rock slide territory," Drakken complained.

"Keep quiet and we might stand a chance," Duff insulted.

"Why you…" Drakken began. Regaining his control, though, he continued, "Never mind. Let's just go."

"On t' point F, the gorge," Duff agreed, nodding. "What point do ye' think is the rockslide zone?" Killigan questioned.

Drakken looked over the map a moment, then pointed to an area that, from a topographic view, looked to be the steepest. "Right around here is where we'll really have to watch," he stated.

"Oh good. At least we have a bit o' a peaceful walk until then," Killigan wryly remarked.

"As long as we don't run into any wild animals," Drakken agreed.

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Moments later the two found themselves staring in horror at a group of ravenous panthers. "Ye jinxed it laddie," Duff remarked, scowling at Drakken after snapping out of the horrified shock.

Drakken nervously chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "Oops?" he said. As the predators advanced, the two men gasped, backing up. "This doesn't even make sense! Panther's don't hunt in groups! Lions and cheetah's are virtually the only two species of cat that do!" *Here, here. Monkey Fist could vouch for Drakken on that.*

"Nice kitty's, good kitty's," Killigan nervously said, putting his hands in front of himself. Slowly he reached up for his golf clubs and golf balls, coaxing, "Ah have a wee surprise far ye pussy cats."

"No sudden movements now Killigan," Drakken warned through gritted teeth, carefully reaching for the one weapon he'd placed on his person. Not that a freeze ray would work for long. He knew he should have kept the disintegrator gun out. Killigan's solution was definitely the more permanent one, albeit gruesome.

One of the panther's suddenly roared. Eyes wide, Duff threw Drakken's advice to the wayside, snatched his golf club and a few golf balls, then instantly hit them hard, crying, "Fore!" They began to blow up. The panther's roared in outrage and alarm, scattering. As soon as they were out of sight, Killigan replaced his club, saying, "Oh yeah! Tha's the way Ah role." *I can't believe that actually worked.*

All at once Killigan cried out in pain as something attacked from behind! Drakken gasped in alarm and faced his partner, only to see a panther sliding away from the knocked down golfer. Duff raised himself up with his arms and gasped in horror as it charged again! Drakken instantly whipped out the freeze ray and shot, just as the panther pounced with a roar! The creature froze in mid-air, and the two men heard their hearts pounding out of their chests as they tried to calm down.

"B-bonny save," Killigan finally managed to gasp.

"Twice in a row! Oh yeah, I'm on a roll!" Drakken exclaimed gleefully.

"Do no' push yer luck lad," Duff growled. Nonetheless, he took Monkey Fist from Drakken without a word and took over carrying him. He supposed he owed Drakken that much. Any longer and the doctor's spine would be permanently bent out of shape. He walked off wordlessly. Drakken looked confusedly after him, then shrugged and followed. He supposed that was the closest to any gratitude he'd get from the golfer anyway.

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"Remember, we can't afford to talk in anything higher than a whisper," Drakken remarked to Killigan, as the two walked cautiously through the rockslide zone, looking up the cliff for any sign of loose rocks. Already there had been alarming moments when little rocks began to rain down on them. In those instances they'd freeze and look up in alarm, trying to see if something would happen. So far nothing had, thankfully.

"Ach, this is gettin' ridiculous," Killigan complained as he kicked a small rock over the edge. Drakken cringed and froze as it echoed, falling down the gorge. "See, nothin' could possibly be tha' unstable, Drakken," Killigan remarked after a moment of listening for the sound of anything collapsing.

"Perhaps, but I'd like to survive this voyage thank you very much," Drakken relented, following Duff again.

"We'll be fine," Duff said, dismissing the concern with a wave. "So far we've taken care o' anythin' threatening," he continued.

"It would be nice if you could back me up here Monkey Fist," Drakken remarked to the statue. *If I could I would. You two are practically clueless in this world. I'm shocked you've survived this far, albeit impressed.*

Their long silence was suddenly broken when they heard pebbles jumping. The two men froze and looked down. "Um, Ah'm goin' t' go out on a limb and say this ai'ent good?" Killigan questioned as the ground began to quiver, and a dull roar filled their ears.

"Oh snap," Drakken said. The two looked quickly up, only to see a mass of rock falling towards them! "Oh snap!"

"This ai'ent ma fault! Ah kicked tha' pebble down way back there!" Duff insisted.

*Who cares whose fault it is! Run for cover!* "Run for cover!" Drakken exclaimed. Instantly the two tore along the path looking desperately for some hiding place.

"Drakken, there ai'ent any way we can outrun it!" Killigan exclaimed.

"Mother!" Drakken exclaimed. He didn't want to die! He was too young! He still had a world to claim for crying out loud. The rocks were almost on top of them! Drakken cried out in alarm then reached into his coat, whipping out the freeze ray he'd used on the panthers. He stopped running and shot up, stopping a giant boulder from crushing him just in the nick of time. He could literally feel the stone brushing his hair. Oh how he hated the fact it was only temporary. The other rocks rained down around it.

Killigan, meanwhile, raced for the outer edge of the avalanche, hoping that the smaller rocks there would spare him his life. "Hold on Monkey Fist, things are about t' get hairy," Killigan warned. *Oh come on, now a rockslide! Honestly, what were the chances everything bad would happen the week someone finally decided to help him out? Don't you dare drop me Killigan!* All at once the whole path collapsed under the weight, and the golfer and scientist cried out in terror as they fell with the slide!

They expected a long fall then a sudden death, so imagine their surprise when no such thing happened. All at once the decent stopped. Drakken groaned in pain from under a pile of rocks, luckily none of them too big. The boulder above him had protected him from those. It had become wedged between two other rocks and currently, luckily, was serving as a bridge and shield. He hoped and prayed he wasn't too far underneath the rocks, however. He needed to dig himself up quickly or risk suffocation! Luckily he spotted a beam of light through a little hole. Ah ha, so his luck was holding out! Carefully he moved from under the rocks and began to cautiously dig, hoping he didn't cause a cave in. What had happened to Monkey Fist and Killigan, though?

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Killigan felt rocks hitting him from all sides as he fell. Oh he was going to be bruised after this; considering he lived, of course. He cried out in pain as the rocks came to a stop, and rolled down the pile a little ways. He gasped on seeing a huge boulder about to land right on him! He quickly snatched a golf ball from his pocket and threw it up. It exploded on impact, obliterating the boulder. The small chunks, though, rained down on him, forcing him to cover his head. He'd done all he could do now. At least until the rocks stopped falling. He hoped he'd live that long. Luckily, only seconds later the last of the rumbling ceased, and Killigan dared raise his head with a groan, the only thing not covered by debris.

He looked around weakly, coughing on the dust. Slowly he crawled out from under the pile, banking on the remote possibility that nothing was broken. Funny; he'd gotten out relatively easily. With Monkey Boy strapped to him, he shouldn't have been able to move that fast or easily out from under the pile of stones. Wait a minute. Monkey Fist! His golf bag wasn't on his back anymore! It must have fallen off of him during the tumble! Oh snap! He leapt up with a gasp, calling, "Drakken!" No answer. He froze, looking around. All at once it hit him. Just because he'd survived, didn't necessarily mean Drakken had. "Ach, this can no' be happenin'!" he exclaimed to no one. "Drakken, where are ye!" he called, instantly scrambling across the pile and digging where he could. Oh he could not be trapped down here. Drakken was the only one with a way back to the path they were supposed to be on, and he doubted he could find Monkey Fist on his own. Just then, however, he heard the sound of rocks falling out of place and gasped, looking sharply over. Sure enough, out stuck a black gloved hand and then another, rocks falling from place.

The stones moved once more, and Drakken came to the surface coughing and groaning. "Are we dead yet?" he questioned.

Killigan breathed a relieved sigh. At least he wouldn't be trapped down here anymore. He walked over and grabbed Drakken's wrists, pulling him out. "Quit foolin' around lad," Duff said, annoyed.

"Oh will you shut up?" Drakken retorted, frowning as he dusted himself off. Just then he noticed the absence of the third member of their party. "Nrrgh, where's the mutant show off?" he questioned.

"Ah do no' know. Ma golf bag fell off durin' the fall," Duff worriedly replied.

"What! We have to find him then!" Drakken exclaimed. "Quick, I'll take this side, you take that side! For all we know he could have been crushed!"

"Oh no way! Ah will no' have it! Tha' would mean we went through all tha' rubbish far nothin'!" Duff exclaimed, instantly alarmed at the prospect. There was no way they were giving up now! Instantly the two separated and began to dig.

"This would be so much easier if his monkey ninjas decided to help right about now!" Drakken called out, hoping the ninjas would reply. Nothing. Just the sound of the wind and birds and whatnot. He sighed, annoyed, saying, "Of course not. That would be too simple."

"Drakken, Ah think Ah found his head!" Duff exclaimed in a tight voice, holding a stone that looked eerily like a head up, and looking horrified.

Drakken gasped as he unearthed something else. Holding it up, he called back, "I have an arm!"

"Are ye daft man, that ai'ent an arm! If anythin' it would be a leg!" Duff called back.

"How can you tell the difference! He had monkey hands and feet anyway!" Drakken shot back. "Besides, that 'head' is just a stone. It doesn't even have the same hair!"

"Well tha's a relief," Duff replied, tossing the stone nonchalantly back, cursing the nearing darkness. "So where's Monkey Boy?"

Drakken and Killigan looked around for any sign. The two walked about the pile, eyes peeled. Coming around near the back of it they both gasped and froze; for all at once they'd spotted him, fully intact and on the outskirts of the pile up. "He's alright!" Drakken exclaimed. *Wait, they were alive! They'd survived! Yes! When he'd lost the sound of their voices he'd thought for sure they were dead, and he was doomed to suffer for all eternity! He'd almost given up! Apparently he'd underestimated his two allies. He'd never been gladder to be wrong, and he loathed to use the term for its full meaning when applying the vocabulary to himself.* "He must have been thrown out of harm's way by bumping into some rock or ledge or something."

"Who cares? As long as he's still intact," Killigan answered. "Now let's get back on track and get t' Amy's rope bridge."

"Right. Going up," Drakken declared. With that he made his vines pick up Monkey Fist, him, and Killigan, bringing the trio back to the path.