Yesterday, the internet at my house was kind of... out. Sorry I couldn't post.
Chapter Six:
Kim Two landed on the roof of the coupe in front of them.
Leap!
She was in the bed of a pickup truck. She vaulted onto the roof, and leapt to the minivan.
The black semi steered around a corner. A block away, Kim Two leapt to a car and rode it down a corresponding road. She leapt onto another car headed for the semi, which was now heading away again. Kim Two grinned. This was living.
She jumped onto an old Chevy, spring boarded off to land on the edge of a dump truck, flipped down and used the roof of a convertible as a trampoline to land on another semi, this one a red Mack. Then she took a moment to survey her quarry.
The semi was picking up speed now—there were less cars around it. Kim Two immediately leapt to a van, to a SUV, to a BMW, to a Lexus, to a sensible family car, to another van, from which she vaulted to the top of a bus. From there, the she wasn't paying attention to the cars, although she took a momentary interest to the apparent hoof-shaped dents in one car's hood. She was simply leaping from car to car, in an attempt to catch up to the semi. And it was working—she was closing the distance.
She could barely see the woman—probably Clara, although she had no memory of the Doctor's people—look out the window at her, and then jerk back in. Probably urging the driver to greater speeds. And the driver apparently complied; the truck picking up speed.
Kim Two frowned. The semi was picking up speed fast, and she couldn't match it.
Suddenly, there was a whirring sound. Above her, a familiar purple car appeared. Kim's car.
Her genetic template waved to her, and she responded in kind. Then she got an idea.
She waved Kim forward, and the flying car accelerated. Kim Two leapt from the sports car, to another truck, and jumped to hand on to a traffic light. Then she raised her hand toward Kim's car, and pressed her two middle fingers into the bottom of her palm. With a click, the grapnel Wade had designed into her jacket deployed, and she began to haul herself up.
When she was halfway up the line, she disconnected it from her sleeve. It was now time for—what she felt was—the best part. She released the line, grabbed the edges of her jacket, and flicked outwards. Her jacket spread out and went rigid. A para-jacket was, as the case may be, a glider.
Kim Two had never felt anything like this before. Well, she mused, that kind of made sense. She was what, two, three weeks old, according to Wade's analysis of her condition?
She pushed it from her mind, and concentrating on the black semi. She threw her weight to the left to follow a turn, leaned forward to speed up. She was catching up fast now, and began to plan her entry. She released her jacket, and, as it morphed back to it's non-flight worthy form, threw herself into a twist.
She landed on the hood of the semi, and punched through the windshield. The man driving didn't stand a chance, and swiftly ended up unconscious. Kim Two pulled herself into the unorthodox entry, and began to look for a brake—upside down. She pressed the first pedal with her hand—nope. Then a fist crashed into her back.
Clara, Kim Two decided, was stronger than she looked. The villainess smashed her on the back again, pain screamed through Kim Two's body. She lashed out with her foot, and pressed the second pedal.
The semi, which had been going quite fast, skidded, hit the median, and went airborne in a spectacular flip right out of a Christopher Nolan movie (guess which one!).
Kim Two recovered swiftly, and slid out of the semi. She paused, breathing heavily.
Then Clara leapt out at her, grabbed her by the sleeve, and applied a firm right cross that Kim Two just didn't appreciate. She looped her leg around in a spectacular crescent kick that slammed on Clara's arm. Kim Two's jacket sleeve ripped loudly.
The two combatants stared at each other.
Then Kim Two charged.
And Clara grinned mirthlessly, opened her mouth, and screamed.
The shockwave caught Kim Two directly in midair, and blasted her backwards. Her ears rang.
"Hey!" she heard Kim shout, and then Clara's scream again. She stood shakily to see Ron go flying overhead. Kim went into a roundhouse kick that Clara knocked casually aside. Then she blasted her with another scream.
Kim Two stepped forward, picking up speed with each step. At the last possible second, Clara spun around and grabbed her.
"You," she began, "are just a failed experiment. No more, no less. Not deserving of life." She grinned, and then inhaled.
"Hey!" Ron shouted. He was helping Kim up.
"We'd really prefer you not do that to our friend," he continued. Clara frowned.
"You're making this worse on yourselves than it has to be," she said, pushing Kim Two behind her. "You've got two choices now, kid: pain, and death. And if you feel the pain, you'll with for death."
"Having a little trouble following that," Ron pointed out, "But I'd like to point out the third option."
"Oh, and that is?"
"Rufus."
Clara's eyebrows contorted in confusion.
And Ron struck.
To be more accurate, he didn't strike. He pulled a pink orb out of his pocket, screamed "I choose you!" in the grand tradition, and threw it at Clara. In midair, it unfolded into Rufus, who had inexplicably armed himself with a pair of nunchucks. The impact was enough to drive Clara backward into Kim Two's spinning kick. The clone leaned over to give a finishing blow, but a sonic scream knocked her off. Clara leapt up, and turned toward Kim and Ron.
"Say goodnight," she snarled, and opened her mouth wide.
Then she went flying forward and landed on her front, revealing the flames playing across the back of her blouse.
Green flames.
"Good night."
And sure enough, Shego was stepping out of the shadows.
"Two Kim Possibles," she grumbled, "That's all I need."
Kim and Ron turned to Kim Two, who was standing up again.
"What's that on your wrist?" Kim asked, drawing attention to what the jacket sleeve had been concealing.
Kim Two's sleeve had been pulled up by an especially close call back in the street. She looked down at her wrist, and her eyes widened. On the back of her hand and around the base of her wrist, a black curlicue pattern was appearing.
"That's not good," Shego noted casually. Kim Two collapsed, and vomited more sludge. Shego walked over to Clara, and kicked her in the head, knocking the superhuman unconscious. "For you, at least. I don't really care."
Kim turned to Shego. "And what're you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm glad that you asked," Shego replied. She paused. "Actually, no, not really. But the thing is, I was thinking about the way the Doctor pulled that fast one on me with faking his death and all. And I got mad. Really mad."
Shego turned toward Kim's car. "I'm coming with you whether you like it or not, Princess. Cause I'm planning on taking the Doctor down, the real One. I'm going to put him in another vat of chemicals."
Her eyes glinted.
"Personally." She paused. "Oh, and Nerdinger…"
She tossed Ron his pants.
The semi exploded.
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