Chapter Seven
"Oh just kill me," Elsa, the evil left hand of Mesogag all clad in black, groaned as she watched Kimberly and Dr. Oliver in the steamy shower together from the computer screen in the wall.
"Wouldn't you rather kill them," Zeltrax said from behind her.
"I'll kill her," Elsa seethed, "But I'd like to keep him around for a while. Gives me something new to play with."
"You can have the fragile pink one," Zeltrax sneered, "But the good doctor is mine."
"ELSA! ZELTRAX," came the choked voice of the dinosaur that was Mesogog, "The resurrection process is almost complete. Go and see to it that our new guests agree with their accommodations. And don't get any ideas about the rangers. We will go on as planned."
"Hmph," Elsa pouted, "Ruin my fun."
"Don't worry, Elsa," Mesogog coed, behind her, "You'll get your chance." An evil smile crossed her face.
"We should get back," Kimberly finally said, "I don't want anybody to worry or get any ideas." Tommy just chuckled.
"Besides," she continued, "I still have to go grocery shopping."
"Yeah," he agreed, "we should get back."
The grocery shopping took the four girls; Kat, Kim, Tanya, and Aisha; and two hours. Kimberly made dinner for every one when they had everything put away. Afterwards, the group picked up different activities.
Billy and Hayley sat at the kitchen counter discussing HTML coding and encrypting.
Kat practiced ballet on the back porch while Jason, Tommy, and Adam sparred in the yard.
Ethan helped Connor practice for yet another soccer tryout.
Aisha and Zack sat in the living room discussing his time in the Peace Corp.
Tanya, Justin, and Trent sat at the dining room table playing cards.
Kimberly sat out on the front porch with her acoustic guitar, a notebook, and a pen trying to write a new song. Kira came up the front steps with her own guitar and found Kimberly there looking very frustrated.
"Hey," Kira said, "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," Kimberly answered, "I'm getting nowhere anyway."
"Well, what are you trying to do," Kira asked.
"I'm trying to write a new song for the new artist being signed to the record label I work for," Kimberly explained, "And so far, I've got nothing."
"You know, when I write, I use my life experiences in my own life," Kira suggested.
"I'm the same way and you would think that in the last twenty four hours, I'd have come up with something," Kimberly said.
"It takes time," Kira said, "It'll come to you. If it helps, I came up with a tune that I now can't get out of my head."
"Can you play it," Kim asked, "If I hear music, I might ctually get somewhere.
"Sure, but if my music gets famous because of you, I want half," Kira joked.
"Of course," Kimberly said, giggling. Kira began to play a slow melody and in minutes, Kimberly began writing in her notebook.
"Could you play it again and tell me what you think of this," Kimberly asked.
"Sure," Kira said an began to play again.
"Take all my vicious words and turn them in to something good," Kimberly sang, "Take all my preconceptions, and let the truth be understood…"
"That's really good," Kira said.
"Thank you, but its all I've got," Kimberly replied glumly.
"You'll get it," Kira smiled brightly, "Just give it time."
Kimberly sat on the porch well into the evening and came up with nothing more to her song. After she hadn't come in for a while, Aisha came out to check on her.
"Hey girl, you alright," Aisha asked.
"yeah, I'm just trying to take my mind off of everything," Kimberly answered.
"And how's that going," Aisha asked.
"I have two lines to a song," Kim answered, "And I haven't written a song in so long."
"Well that's good," Aisha said with a smile.
"But its only two lines," Kimberly complained.
"Look at it this way," Aisha said, "It's a start."
"Yeah," Kim sighed.
"Hey, when are you coming back inside," Aisha asked.
"In a bit, I just want to see if I can get a few more lines written," Kimberly answered.
"Okay, well, I'll see you inside," Aisha said and flipped on the porch light.
"Thanks," Kimberly called as Aisha shut the door.
After it was well after dark and the kids had all gone home, Kimberly called it quits and went inside. It was quiet and the rest of the houses inhabitants were scattered about, lost in their own activities. She set her notebook and pen on the table in the hallway, under the stairs and leaned her guitar up against the wall next to the table, then walked to the kitchen for some coffee. She found Tommy standing in the kitchen by the sliding glass doors, just staring out into the darkness.
"Whatcha doing," she said, curiously.
"Just thinking," he answered.
"About," she asked, leaning over his shoulder now.
"How we're going to survive this mess we're in," he answered.
"Tommy, there is no way to know to know who is going to make it out of this alive," she said, "But we are all strong and we have a powerful leader. One that is strong and knowledgeable," she said, "Win or lose, we are in this together. We won't go down without a fight." He turned to face her and she saw the fear in his eyes.
"I'm afraid of losing you again," he admitted again, "I don't…I couldn't handle that." She smiled, reached up and caressed his cheek. She smiled at him, knowing that when the battle came, her death was a likely possibility. Most of their enemies knew that she was their leader's weak spot which would make her a major target.
"I will never leave you," she promised, "Never. I am as much a part of you as you are of me. Nothing in this world or any other could ever change that. You will never lose me. You never really did. I made a mistake a long time ago by letting you go, but I never stopped loving you." She had never seen him cry, but at that moment a tear fell down his cheek. Her face grew stern and certain. She had to prove to him that she was strong and that they would make it through this. So, she took his face in her hands and stared him down.
"You listen to me," she said, "Don't break down now or the rest of us are screwed. You are strong and we need you. We will make it through this. All of us. Together. And you have to lead us. I will be standing on that field next to you, just like I'm here now. And do not doubt us. Any of us. For even an instant. We will win."
"How can you be so sure that we'll make," he asked.
"Because I know you," she answered, "And because I love you and that is all I need to know to know that we will win." Realizing the words that just came out of her mouth, he touched her hand on his cheek.
"I love you too," he responded. She smiled and kissed his lips softly.
