Kim Possible: Boys Nightmare Out
(A/N: I'm aiming to get a lot of posting done today, so there will definitely be more than one chapter put up. Not only for this series but also for my Skyrim oneshots and hopefully a little bit of my Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy story, or maybe its posted under Grim and Evil. Anyway, I've been working on this story a lot. It started out only a little more than 20,000 words. Now it's over 40,000 so far.)
Missing in Action
"Okay, maybe I was a little annoying, but come on! They didn't have to harsh on me like that," Ron said.
"Huh?" Rufus asked.
"Okay, so Fukushima harshed, but Hirotaka let him!" Ron said.
"Nuh uh," Rufus said.
"All right, Hiro tried to stop it, but he didn't deny it," Ron said. Just then the two heard the screeching of brakes and gasped. "Uh oh, sounds like trouble. Come on Rufus!" Ron said.
"Charge!" Rufus exclaimed, pointing.
Quickly Ron and Rufus ran towards the noises. They burst through a bush and gasped, paling. "Hirotaka, Fukushima!" Ron cried out. The two ninjas were lying on the ground unconscious! From a van a group of men leapt out. From the Sedan emerged a solitary male. The group met up and exchanged some words Ron couldn't hear. The solitary figure forked over a large sum of money in cash then he and the head of the group nodded to each other. The multiple party seized Hirotaka, bringing him into their van. The lone man grabbed Fukushima, dragging him into the other!
"Oh no!" Rufus exclaimed.
"We have to do something. They're being ninjanapped!" Ron said in alarm.
"No, no, no!" Rufus begged, wanting to keep his master from doing something he'd regret.
Ron hesitated to obey then said, "You're right, Rufus. It's too risky, especially for them. Come on, we have to follow those vehicles!" To his dismay, though, the cars took off in two different directions! "Oh man!" Ron complained. "Quick, which one?"
"Hirotaka," Rufus replied.
"Right, he actually has people who'll care if he's gone," Ron agreed.
"Hey!" Rufus growled, frowning.
"So I'm playing favorites, so what?" Ron defended, pouting. He knew full well he was loathe to rescue Fukushima at all after their head on, but still. Anyway, rescuing Hirotaka first did have merit. The older ninja was also the more skilled one. He might even been more talented than Yori. Ron just hoped he was making the right choice. Quickly he ran down to his scooter and revved it up, going after the eldest ninja. He wasn't holding up much hope he'd chosen correctly with his luck, though. Part of him was telling him to go after Fukushima, but the other part told him Hirotaka. Seeing as Hirotaka was his own personal bias, he probably should really be following the part of him that was emanating Monkey Power and telling him to go for Fukushima. Quickly, though, he pushed that idea to the side.
KP
Yori sighed despondently as she tried to call her brother's cell again. She'd already called the dorm ten times with no reply. She'd hoped she'd have better luck with his cell. But yet again this was the tenth time she was calling, and this was the tenth time she was still receiving no reply. "He is not going to answer," she dejectedly said.
"I'm sorry, Yori," Amelia sympathetically said as the group all sat at their table, having joined up. They were just about to leave and Yori had wanted to let her brother know she was going back to Monique's now, whom she'd been staying with rather than living in a dorm.
"Don't worry, Yori. He'll forgive you. Brother's always do," Kim reassured.
"Try Fukushima," Monique suggested. "He might answer. He was certainly looking you over enough." Her voice had taken on an unimpressed tone.
Yori nodded and obeyed, smirking at Monique's jealousy. "Yori wasn't the only one he was looking over," Kim said, nudging her friend with a teasing smirk.
"Don't go there girl," Monique warned dangerously.
Yori frowned when Fukushima's cell went to voice mail. "He is not picking up," she said, now worried.
"What? No, that can't be right," Kim said. She dialed Ron. He always answered, no matter where he was. She became concerned when he didn't pick up. "Nothing. Not even Ron's answering," she said.
"What if something happened to them?" Tara worriedly questioned.
"Don't even joke," Josh said, though he was obviously beginning to worry as well.
"Who cares? I am certain they will be back," Junior nonchalantly declared, admiring himself in a mirror along with Bonnie.
"Totally agree with Junior. And if they're not, just file a missing person's report or something," Bonnie backed, fixing her makeup. Of course, she personally thought to do so would be an overreaction, but whatever. She'd probably do the same if Junior, Amelia, or Tara were missing.
"Girl, that report on the serial killer," Monique worriedly said to Kim.
"No, that wouldn't happen to them. It's two ninjas and the Mystical Monkey Master against one guy," Kim said.
"What if the unsub has a following?" Amelia questioned, smirking teasingly. The smile fell, however, and she added, "In all seriousness, though, if they aren't back by tomorrow, you might want to call it in."
"Call it in? I save people for a living," Kim replied incredulously. "I'll just put Wade on the sitch."
"If you don't, Kim, then I will," Amelia stated. "Look hon, anything may be possible for a Possible, but you're only mortal. Remember that. You can't save everyone all the time."
Kim cringed. She hated it whenever she was confronted with that fact. She inwardly felt a wave of despair remembering the first time she'd been forced to face that reality; with Monkey Fist and the Yono. "All right. I guess it wouldn't hurt to contact the police," she relented. When the boys weren't back by the next day, she did just that.
KP
Drakken, always the early riser, was heading downstairs to get himself a cup of cocoa moo. He and Killigan had stayed in the castle for the night, and would probably be there a bit longer too. Sort of a vacation in a way, he supposed. Passing by the library he paused, startled. Monkey Fist was already up and pouring over a newspaper.
"Again with the paper? What are you looking for?" Drakken asked, leaning on the door frame and looking curious. He'd been reading every one he could get his hands on.
"None of your business," Monkey Fist replied.
"Monkey Fist Junior will be fine, laddie," Killigan's voice suddenly teasingly said from behind Drakken. Drakken started and turned only to see the golfer up and awake. He handed Drakken a cup of cocoa moo, to the man's shock, and went into the library with a cup of tea. Drakken blinked. Had he really slept so late? No, it was only six in the morning. Killigan was up? You know what, he wasn't going to question it.
Monkey Fist frowned at the golfer, who handed him the tea. Taking it, Monkey Fist testily questioned, "Don't you people have things to do?" He turned back to the news, sipping the tea, then suddenly spit it out, eyes widening. "What?" he asked, tightening his grip on the paper and looking closely at it.
Killigan, surprised at the reaction, peered at the article and gasped. "Tha' canno' be right!" he exclaimed.
"Huh? Nrrgh, what's happening?" Drakken asked, instantly guarded. He crossed over to Killigan and Monkey Fist and looked as well. His eyes widened. "Kidnapping in Middleton, home of famous heroine Kim Possible, two Japanese exchange students and a Caucasian male reported missing… Two days ago?!" he read. "It took them two days to print the story?" he added, completely missing the point. The other two glared at him icily. He caught on. "Oh. Oh! Uh oh."
"Ye' do no' think…" Killigan began, turning to the noble. Monkey Fist could only stare numbly at the paper. "Ye' do," Killigan gravely realized.
"Out of curiosity, is there anything interesting going around the grapevine regarding the Duke's sale?" Monkey Fist asked Drakken.
"No. We'll have to do this the hard way. Old school," Drakken stated, catching instantly on to his friend's wishes. They were going ninja hunting.
KP
Hirotaka moaned as he started to come to. Ugh, why was he in so much pain? At least he'd been wearing a helmet. Wait, what had happened? Where was Fukushima?! He fought back a wave of alarm and fear. Fukushima was probably fine. Please let him be fine… Hirotaka deduced soon enough that he wasn't in a hospital. It was too musty, and damp… and dark. He caught his breath on remembering the vehicles. He felt something in his mouth just then. He gagged and began to try and spit it out. No dice. He tried to get rid of it but stiffened. He couldn't move his arms. Or his legs! He fought back a wave of panic. He wished he could see where he was, but there was a blindfold over his eyes.
He willed himself to calm down and not lose his head. He had to figure this out. He wasn't being held for ransom, he knew. For all the kidnappers knew, his family was still in Japan. Even if they were after a ransom, his parents were dead. His sisters were in Middleton, but the abductors would never find that out, so there would never be a reason to hold him. He shivered and realized he had no jacket on, only a sleeveless undershirt. It definitely wasn't robbers, for this was too elaborate; and why go through the trouble just for a coat? He tried to listen for any sound. Nothing, except for the steady dripping of a leak somewhere. That meant that either Fukushima was in a separate room or he was… or he was dead. Hirotaka felt ill at the thought.
Footsteps were heard and Hirotaka looked up, though he couldn't see. A door was opened and shut, then a chair was pulled up across from him. He didn't like this. It reminded him too much of a torture slash interrogation chamber. He almost shivered at the thought. "You're finally awake. Congratulations, you survived the first dose of our 'miracle drug,'" a voice said. Hirotaka didn't move, trying to see if he could place the voice. It didn't ring a bell, though. "You'll fetch a big price," the man remarked.
Price, Hirotaka wondered? Traffickers! Please let this stranger mean slave trafficking and not the other 'S'. "You are a pretty little boy," the one sitting across from him cooed, cupping the captive's face. Up until that point Hirotaka had still been holding onto the hope that his kidnapper hadn't meant sex trafficking. So much for that theory. "Asian's are a big fad right now. I know what I'd do with you," his abductor added, tilting Hirotaka's chin up. Hirotaka jerked back, appalled. In the process the chair moved as well. Good. He had leeway with it. It might not be much, but it was something he could use to his advantage.
The man reached out, grabbing the boy's hair in order to pull him near, or try to. Hirotaka brought a chair leg down on the man's foot. The man cursed, releasing him, and Hirotaka began struggling against the ropes, moving the chair back as best he could. He didn't think so. He would not be this stranger's rag doll. "The boss knows how to pick them. You're a fiery one," the trafficker remarked. No, I am a ninja you sick, disgusting… putting language aside, the point was made. Hirotaka willed himself to get his temper in check, to calm down, and to act cool. He would get out of this, like always. "Oh well, not my say what whoever buys you does with you," the man continued. Hirotaka's captor was suddenly removing the blindfold and gag. The ninja glared murderously at his enemy, letting his eyes adjust.
"Where is my friend?" Hirotaka lowly and evenly asked, almost growling in anger though his voice was scratchy from the gag.
"By now? It's been a long time. I would be more concerned about where you are," the man replied.
"Where am I?" Hirotaka asked.
"Europe, where else?" the man replied all too willingly. Hirotaka's eyes widened. Europe?! "Your friend remains in America. You'll never see each other again, but don't worry. Actually, do. You might be the lucky one," the man continued. Hirotaka paled. No…
KP
Meanwhile…The mass murderer addressed his following with an authoritative tone. "Behold!" the man said, turning on a screen and displaying the form of an unconscious young man chained to a table in a bright room. "He will be my greatest accomplishment yet." Turning to his following he added, "And you, my friends, will be able to witness your master at work." They all instantly cheered. The man icily smirked then left the room, going towards the prison his captive was in
Fukushima groaned, tossing his head. Why was it so cold? He tried to move and gasped, eyes opening wide. He couldn't! He looked quickly up at his wrists and paled. They were chained above his head, and he was lying on a cold, hard, slab. He looked to his ankles. Chained as well. He almost cursed before remembering it might be in his best interests to stay calm. He listened for a sound. Nothing. Where was Hirotaka? Oh no, what if he was dead?! The light in the room was blinding, but he knew it wasn't a hospital. That meant the very high possibility that his friend was no longer alive. He almost panicked. No, no panicking. Take it calmly. Hirotaka could very well be fine.
Fukushima tested the bonds. He was intensely skilled in the ancient art of ninjitsu, but ninjitsu wouldn't be helping him here, he realized instantly. "Hello?!" he called out. No reply. Maybe it would be better to feign unconsciousness. Just then he heard footsteps. He gasped and tensed. He hated being in this helpless position. The door opened and a man walked in. Fukushima glared at him.
"You're awake. Good. It wouldn't be any fun otherwise," the man said.
"Where is my friend?!" Fukushima demanded.
"Being groomed for his new career," the man replied.
"What do you mean?" Fukushima asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"I mean that your friend is going to be putting his looks to good use, and be bringing in quite a bit of money for his 'employees' in the process," the abductor answered. Fukushima blinked blankly. He wasn't sure he understood, but something told him he got the idea. Seeing the blank look, the kidnapper deadpanned, "When I said 'groomed' I didn't mean getting cleaned up."
"What?" Fukushima asked, scowling dangerously. If there was doubt before, there wasn't now.
"They're probably having quite a bit of fun with him in Europe, breaking him in," the man hinted. Human trafficking!
"You son of a…!" Fukushima began, struggling suddenly and violently. The man was lying. He had to be!
The perpetrator covered his mouth before he could get out the last word and said, "Rest assured, boy, whatever is happening to him now is nothing compared to what will happen to you. I have some… plans for you. You wait right here. I'll be back soon."
He flicked on a TV and instantly terrified and pained screams came from it. Fukushima looked sharply at the screen and blanched, his eyes widening in horror. This man was showing footage of himself torturing victims! The boy gasped, now scared. Oh gods, please tell him he wasn't seeing this. Tell him this wasn't happening to him. By some sick twist of fate he'd ended up in the hands of a warped serial killer! The man left the room and Fukushima felt a wave of despair washing over him.
KP
Needless to say, Hirotaka's resistance and defiance to his kidnappers was angering them. Even bound he was a force to reckon with, using the chair as a 'weapon' primarily. "This will end much sooner if you cooperate," one of the men said. Hirotaka almost scoffed. They weren't getting anywhere near him with whatever drug they were holding. Not without a fight.
"Administer the drug already," the kingpin ordered the others from his position standing against a wall. The man looked incredibly wealthy, perhaps even nobility, but Hirotaka wouldn't think on it now.
"What do you think we've been trying to do?" one of the others asked.
All right, then let's try it another way," the kingpin declared, drawing out a strange object. Hirotaka tensed. What was that thing? He almost panicked. Was it a bomb?! No, no, it wasn't a bomb… He hoped it wasn't, at least. Quickly the others moved behind their boss. The man tossed the thing inside and a mist began hissing out. Hirotaka looked at it in shock and alarm. Oh no, knockout gas! The door was shut, leaving the gas to fill the chamber.
KP
Fukushima gaped at the small and dark room he'd been put in. He looked back at the door behind him hopelessly. He'd been trying to find a way out for hours now; including attempting to break out, but the room, or container, whatever it was, was steel. He looked back at the other side. It was a storage compartment of some kind. He didn't like it. It was too plain, too innocent looking. There were raised lips of metal, dividing the prison into five sections for some reason. The fact nothing had happened to him so far was making him incredibly nervous. He felt a wave of fear on remembering the videos of victims he'd watched struggling to escape this madman. No, he couldn't lose hope. Not yet. But by the gods, he had wanted so badly to scream and beg for the murderer to turn off the torture reel. Of course, he wouldn't give the man the satisfaction of breaking down, so that hadn't happened.
Fukushima shivered and drew his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath. At least here he could compose his thoughts. Wrong. A voice suddenly said over a hidden speaker, breaking the silence, "I'll tell you what, boy. If you can find a way out, you get to go free." The mass murderer was hoping to make the boy scream and beg. He had greatly underestimated his captive, though.
Far from fear, there was only anger in the young man's tone when he shouted challengingly, "Like your other victims?!"
"No, no, child. This deal has never been made before," the man replied, frowning. He'd hoped to have a reaction by now. The frown turned into a smirk, though. Oh, this one would be a fun toy to play with. He wouldn't break as easily as the other toys had, therefore his play thing would suffer all the more.
"What is your idea of free?" Fukushima growled in reply. Suddenly sprinklers turned on, one after the other. Fukushima gasped as the floor beneath the first one of the five began hissing! "By the gods!" he exclaimed. Acid! The fourth went on before he could even think to scream. He cried out in fear as the fifth started up above him. When he didn't feel a burning, however, he realized this sprinkler was spewing only water. All of them were, in fact… except for the first… He gasped in relief, falling back against the wall and looking at the first section. As soon as the sprinklers stopped going, and his nerves had calmed, he began trying to find a way out again. There was no way he would just sit here and hope for rescue.
KP
Ron had followed Hirotaka in horror, all the way to Europe. By what miracle he'd managed to keep up, he wasn't sure. The fact he was still getting royalties from nacos helped, though. Where were they taking his friend? Some deity was smiling favorably on him, the boy knew, otherwise he would have lost Hirotaka long ago. Now to keep a low profile, and wait for the opportune moment.
