The Simian Witch:

Chapter 8: Breakout and Getaway

February 13th

Monkey Fist and Gil Moss hid within a series of rocks in order to hide themselves from possible Global Justice avian forces as they spied at GJ's local containment facility in Mt Saint Helens with a pair of binoculars. The monkey lord and the fish-boy mutant had managed to break out of jail using decoys made out of Gill's swamp gunk in order to distract the guards while his acid spits helped the two villains 'tunnel' their way down and out of prison. Now they were free and, as Monkey Fist had promised the Simian Witch, they were approaching the asylum she was held in.

"Guards and vehicles by every door, security lights, barbed fence," Monkey Fist listed as he observed the 20-foot tall cylindrical building that paralleled the volcano itself through his binoculars. "We don't want to make our presences obvious until after we break out the Simian Witch."

"Maybe we can get close enough for me to spit my acid gunk and break in from the underground the same way we broke out of jail?" Gil suggested.

"A good idea, but tunneling our way out with your acid cost you a lot of your energy. We wouldn't want you to faint or anything." Gil dropped his head down in embarrassment while Monkey Fist used his binoculars to spy on the dirt road, the sole way to navigate through the volcanic wasteland to the asylum.

Just his luck, he spotted a black limousine make its slow, but certain heading towards the asylum.

"We'll have to just infiltrate."

Minutes later

As the limousine dove towards the asylum, Dr. Obled glanced at the profile of Silvia Winterfields that he had managed to create and fill out while he served as the young woman's psychiatrist during her previous six-year commitment at Global Justice's Remedial Help Center. An ironic name for a so-called help center, the Polish doctor thought as he shut the file close.

"Looking forward to meeting your patient again?" Dr. Obled's bodyguard, who sat next to him in the limousine, asked. Since Dr. Obled was mostly summoned to deal with criminal minds and hostile madmen like those Kim Possible caught daily, he needed some professional protection.

But Silvia Winterfields, today's patient, had been his patient long before the redheaded teenager began her crime-fighting career.

"I don't know, Erik," the psychiatrist admitted in his natural Polish accent. "Like most of the patients I deal with in the...unique holding facilities owned by Global Justice," he uttered 'unique' in a disdainful way, "Silvia has been suffering a textbook case of putredine pessima, but with her peculiar point of views and her current status as the only survivor of her family's tragic extinction- ironically, her confinement as the asylum's sole patient saved her from her burning house, I don't believe she'll be reforming sooner or later."

"Putredine Pessima?" Erik the bodyguard frowned. "Never heard of it."

"It's Latin for 'evil decay'. Such a case is only found with individuals who've been driven to malevolence and insanity when a certain trigger was pulled at a certain moment of their lives."

"Oh, you mean like the villains that Kim Possible deals with?" Erik had been following the heroine's work on TV since she first started her crime-fighting career and was quite a fan.

"Yes, you can..."

BANG!

The limousine soon came to a brutal stop. Dr. Obled and Erik yelped.

"What on Earth was that?" Dr. Obled clutched to his book bag full of papers and documents. Just as Erik readied his gun, a scream was heard coming from the limousine driver's area.

"Harvey?" Erik called out. "What's going on?"

The door opened and Erik found himself kicked in the stomach until he landed on his seat and his gun out of his hands. He and the trembling doctor looked in shock and fear respectively as a man dressed in some sort of black ninja garb picked up the dropped gun with his monkey hands and aimed it at the two men while some sort of fish monster held Harvey captive in some sort of green swampy muck.

"Gentlemen, no need to panic," Monkey Fist said calmly. "Just do as we say and nobody gets hurt."

Two hours later

"So, Monkey Fist and Gil Moss have escaped?" the warden said as he led Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable through a grey hallway in the Remedial Help Center. "How did it happen?"

"Gill managed to create decoys of them using his gunk to distract the guards while he and Monkey Fist ran off." Kim Possible nodded. "Wade just gave me the news a few hours ago when he found out that two prison guards got mutated from touching the decoys. We have reasons to believe that they'll be coming after the Simian Witch in order to free her."

"Personally, I wouldn't blame her if she wanted to get out. This place is creepy!" Ron shuddered as Rufus did the same thing in his pocket. He wasn't wrong. The interior of the asylum...excuse me, the Remedial Help Center, was much worse than the prisons Kim Possible and her sidekick mostly threw the bad guys in. The walls were of a grave tomb gray color, each room was filled with something that went from a clinic to downright medieval torture, the air was humid and smelled like a toilet, and was awfully quiet. Even the guards' breathing was quieter than the footsteps that the group made as they approached as eerie black door up ahead.

"The Simian Witch might be a villainess, but is it really necessary for Global Justice to treat her like a guinea pig?" Kim Possible asked the warden.

"Think about it, Ms. Possible," the warden said solemnly as he tapped a passcode on a nearby keyset hanging on the wall. The entered code allowed him and Team Possible to go into a dark room with a couple agents working in computers while on the other side of the dark tainted window, somebody was sitting on a table in the middle of a lit room, clearly waiting for an interrogation session. "With the powers she has, Global Justice can probably create technology and warfare that will finally bring an end to injustice and crime..."

"What the Hell?" Ron Stoppable exclaimed. "She looks awful! What did you do to her?"

Ron had a right to freak out: it turned out that the person waiting for an interrogation was none other than Silvia Winterfields herself, only in a ghastly condition: her long hickory brown hair was loose and messy, with strands of hair sticking out like the spikes of a hedgehog. She wore a dirty white clinic patient's robe that was ripped, dirty, and short, exposing her dirty bare legs, feet, and arms. The worst part was her face: her denim blue eyes looked tired and had black circles growing underneath them, the red scars that went down on her eyes looked like they had reopened and stained her forehead with blood, and her skin and lips made it seem like she refused to remain hydrated since the Great Depression.

There had been a few occasions when Team Possible saw villains in ghastly conditions, but this was far worse than Nazi concentration camps.

A door within the lit room opened and two doctors, followed by two bodyguards stepped in.

"I see Dr. Obled and Erik have arrived," the warden remarked.

"Dr. Who?" Ron frowned.

"Dr. Obled is a prison psychiatrist. He's been Silvia Winterfields' doctor since her very first day at the Remedial Help Center."

"Yeah, that turned out well," Ron muttered. Kim Possible said nothing: as far as she knew, psychiatrists had never really helped all the villains she caught and sent to jail. The fact that they still continued their evil crimes once they got out was the perfect proof.

Meanwhile, the warden acted as if he never heard Ron. "Erik is the doctor's bodyguard...just in case Silvia decides to show a piece of her mind. We're lucky that she hardly bothers trying to break out." He turned towards one of the agents working on computers. "Who's the other doctor and bodyguard?" He pointed at the younger, dark-haired doctor standing next to Dr. Obled and the bodyguard standing behind him.

"Dr. Tsif Yeknom is one of Obled's colleagues," the agent answered the warden. "Obled brought in extra psychiatrist help in order to understand the subject's case a bit more. And Ssom Lig his Tsif's personal bodyguard."

"Silvia, how nice to see you again," Dr. Obled's voice said through the intercom.

"Hi, Doc," she grumbled.

"I'd like you to meet Dr. Tsif Yeknom." He gesture at the tall man dressed in a lab coat, wearing sunglasses, plastic gloves, black boots, and keeping his black hair tied up in a ponytail. "He'll be assisting me in our little appointment."

Kim Possible frowned. Either the black tainted window was playing her tricks or she could have sworn that something about Tsif Yeknom made Obled sweat. She pulled out her Kimmunicator. "Wade, what can you tell me about a certain Dr. Tsif Yeknom?"

Unfortunately, Wade never got to do his research, for Silvia had been blinking at Tsif until she noticed the plastic ID card hanging on his lab coat with his name on it. She blinked once more and frowned until she noticed something odd. Something that suddenly made her smile, get up, and toss the table at the black tinted window effortlessly. Team Possible, the warden, and the agents ducked, causing them to be buried in table debris, glass shards, and broken computers.

Dr. Obled and Erik ran for their lives while Silvia ran towards Tsif Yeknom. "MILORDY!" she exclaimed. She ran towards him and fell in the loving arms that carried her in bridal style as soon as he tore of his disguise and revealed himself to be Monkey Fist himself. "You came back for me!"

"I told you I would, my dear," Monkey Fist whispered in her ear. Ssom Lig, who was none other than Gil, destroyed his bodyguard uniform as he morphed into Gill and spat gunk and acid at the guards while escaping the facility. By the time Team Possible got out of their latest mess and tried running after the villains, it was too late. Monkey Fits and Gill had managed to take Silvia into Monkey Fist's personal jet and were now flying off into the clouds, covering their trajectory from Global Justice.

"Oh, milordy!" the Simian Witch sighed as she hugged Monkey Fist while Gil Moss set the plane on autopilot. "How I've missed you!"

"So did I." The monkey man helped her sit on an armchair. "Good Lord, you must be tired!"

"Indeed." The Simian Witch yawned before rubbing her eyes. "Global Justice has made me a light sleeper. I don't even know what time it is."

"Don't worry, boss," Gill assured her. "It's going to be bedtime by the time we reach our destination."

"Really?" The Simian Witch looked at Monkey Fist. "Where are we going?"

"I promised to pick you up around Valentine's Day." Monkey Fist smirked. "So we're going to Paris."

The next day, at The InterContinental Paris Le Grand Hotel in Paris, France

Monkey Fist made himself a cup of coffee as soon as he woke up, which was at an unusual late time. Usually, he woke up around 5am because of his early morning ninja training sessions, but this time he woke up around 8am.

Honestly, breaking the Simian Witch and doing the reservations for a suite at theInterContinental Paris Le Grand Hotel, which cost him quite a sum from what was left of his family fortune, had tired him as much as the Simian Witch already was.

He heard a bunch of average footsteps and looked up to see Gil, barefoot and wearing a white hotel bathrobe over his black trousers, stepping into the living room.

"Good morning," Gil grumbled, looking exhausted, as he slouched on a nearby fancy couch.

"Exhausted from yesterday's breakout?" Monkey Fist asked as he continued to drink coffee. "You know, before the Simian Witch fell asleep on her bed, she said you were free to go and have fun in Paris in the most low-profiled status as possible until we have to leave."

"How thoughtful." Gil rubbed his eyes. "But I wasn't tired from yesterday. I'm tired because I had a weird dream. You remember what the hotel clerk lady said last night when we were checking in?"

Monkey Fist nearly dropped his cup of coffee. His icy blue eyes stared at the remains of the hot brown drink while his memories darted back to last night, precisely around 10pm in the Parisian time. Monkey Fist was making the reservations at the lobby while Gil took care of the suitcases and a tired Simian Witch was trying to catch her energy on a couch.

'Thank you again,' Fiske had told the clerk in his fakest, nicest voice possible as she gave him the keys to their suite.

'Of course. I'm sure your wife and son will enjoy it too,' the clerk had said.

Monkey Fist remembered that very well. Not because the clerk thought that he and Silvia were married (they weren't yet), but she had directly assumed that Gil Moss was his son.

"Oh," the monkey man said quietly. "That."

"Yep. I had this creepy dream where I literally called you 'dad' and the next thing you knew, my boss got jealous and tossed me back in the lab." Gill snorted at how ridiculous talking about such a dream must have sounded like to the ears of the British nobleman who was planning on marrying his boss, the Simian Witch. "Imagine that."

"Y...Yes, completely unimaginable," Monkey Fist pretended to chuckle while he was actually somewhat offended. He faintly frowned as he continued watching Gil making fun of his personal silly nightmares.

"Besides, if I remember correctly, you and dumb sidekicks don't make a very good combination. So as soon as your wedding with Silvia takes place, I'll be making my suitcase..."

CRASH!

The teenager boy stopped his sentence. His words had startled Monkey Fist into dropping his cup and staining the red carpet with white shards and brown stains of coffee.

"I'll take care of that," Gill said. He knelt down and began to pick the shards with his bare hands until a monkey hand grabbed his right wrist and made him stop his cleaning.

"Just answer this question for me, boy," Monkey Fist said quietly. He used his spare hand to point at the couch and giving the boy a silent order to sit down. An order that Gil didn't dare to disobey. "Why are you so down-to-earth and assuming that you'll be losing your job as the Simian Witch's apprentice?"

Gil sighed. "Let's face it, Monkey Fist. You and I both know what it's like to be a sidekick..."

"Technically, I never was and you're training to be one..."

"YOU GET WHAT I MEAN!" Gil briefly morphed into Gill during his outburst and nearly made Monkey Fist cringe in his seat before morphing back to his normal self. "It's common for the big villains to eventually dump their sidekicks when they grow tired of them. I've known at least 70% of the members of the Y.E.A.R.N program who got 'retired' by their bosses and sent back to HenchCo with a majority of them passing the rest of their lives as clerks." He looked at Monkey Fist. "You already have monkey ninjas as minions and my boss as your partner-in-crime and fiancée. But what can you possibly find in me, her apprentice? I still can't beat her whenever she takes time in her tutelage to teach me a few moves in Tai Shing Pek Kwar!"

He dropped his head in his hands and began to sob, which sounded a lot like a school of fish out of water begging to be hydrated. Monkey Fist stiffened a bit at the sight of the mutant boy sitting next to him and crying; he wasn't used to seeing villains crying, except for when Drakken kept complaining about Kim Possible foiling his plans. He was definetly familiar with Ron Stoppable complaining and whining about his monkey phobia, much to Monkey Fist's daily dismay.

But a young villain crying? That wasn't something in his familiar zone...

"There, there," Monkey Fist soothed as much as he could while gently patting the boy on the back as he continued to sob. "You aren't useless, Gil. You're by far one of the rare brilliant evil minds I've encountered."

Gil sniffed. "You really think so?" He looked at him with beaming eyes.

"Dash it all, Gil, you were the one who came up with the idea of using the global Smarty Mart system to spread the Emerald Monkey Buddha plague and were to start!" Monkey Fist said encouragingly. "Even Drakken couldn't beat that! And creating a giant rocket to turn the 'squeeb' into a firework display on the Chinese New Year? Even Shego couldn't have done that and she is even more sadistic and serious than her boss!"

"Yeah, it's kind a surprise she didn't turn her 'Dr. D' into a blue-and-green firework display yet," Gil joked. The next thing you knew, the mutant villains were laughing their heads off at the silliness of their joking.

"Am I interrupting some sort of budding bromance?" a voice cut in. The villains looked towards the open doorway that led from the living room into the room of the Simian Witch, who leaned against the doorframe with an amused grin on her face. She had clearly been watching them for some time.

"Of course not!" Monkey Fist lied, pulling his hand away from Gil and straightening himself up.

"Nuh-uh! Nothing's going on here!" Gil defended himself. "How are you feeling, boss?"

"Well, minus the fact that I found this flyer mentioning hours for a sci-fi movie premiere at a nearby movie theater, I'm doing alright." She waved a French movie theater in her right hand teasingly. Gil clearly got the message: he got on his feet, ran back to his room and returned fully clothed (only in a white jersey, black pants and shoes, and red beret), and snatched the flyer from the Simian Witch.

"Don't watch more than two movies!" she ordered. "And don't come back after seven!"

"Geesh, mom!" Gil groaned before shutting the door behind him and leaving the two simian villains alone.

"Did he...just call you his mother?" Monkey Fist blinked as she sat next to him.

"He wishes," she sighed. "He was an orphan back when I met him during my CIT days at Camp Wannaweep. His father was a drug addict who abandoned Gil's mother before Gil was even born and she eventually became a delusional prostitute trying badly to gain enough money to support her child until social services revoked her child custody rights and placed Gil in a foster system. But being the delinquent he is, Gil had gone from foster home to foster home. He was at his tenth one when I met him at Camp Wannaweep. His last guardians didn't even bother noticing that he disappeared during the first time period of his mutation, and the last time I checked, they had their own child a few years ago and completely forgot they ever adopted Gil."

"Good Heavens." Now Monkey Fist understood why Gil was creeped by his dream and last night's clerk suggesting that Monkey Fist was Gil's father and Gil's belief that the Simian Witch would fire him as soon as she and Monkey Fist were married. Gil was an orphan who only had little access to a possible future in villainy should he ever succeed his apprenticeship for the Simian Witch.

"I'm not going to fire him." Her words caught Monkey Fist's attention.

"What made you say that?"

"I overheard your conversation and I'm not planning on firing Gil anytime soon," she admitted. "I only use such threats to convince him to put more efforts into his learning experience. That way he'll toughen up a bit. Besides, he and I both lost our relatives and got our lives ruined by Stoppable. In a way, I do see him as an annoying little sibling."

Monkey Fist nodded, understanding what she was saying: when his parents died, his father mauled by a bear during a hunting trip and his mother sick from an awful case of cancer, the family butler Bates had raised the young lord ever since and had been like a surrogate father to him. Even now, Bates was still by his side and waiting for him back at the Fiske Estate in England.

His past issues made Monkey Fist feel some deep pity for Gil Moss.

"By the way, thank you for coming to rescue me from the asylum," the Simian Witch told Monkey Fist. The new change of topic spared the monkey man from a possible mental nostalgia session.

"Of course." He smirked. "I did promise to pick you up permanently in order to take you out for Valentine's Day, which is today. Happy Valentine's Day, Silvia dear..."

"Oh, M...mmph," the Simian Witch began but got cut off when Monkey Fist pressed his lips onto hers, sucking them a bit as they kissed. As soon as she slightly parted her lips in order to give out pleasured moans, he dug into her a little deeper, licking the inside of her sweet mouth, which only made her moan even more and him savoring her lips and mouth's delicious nectar. As they continued to kiss, he gently pushed her downwards so that she laid her back on the couch and him on top of her.

He briefly paused in their kissing session. "Comfortable?"

"Enthralled." The Simian Witch winked mischievously as she felt him smirk at the tip of her lips.

"Perfect." He started trailing his kisses away from her lips and towards her cheeks and neck. While he proceeded into savoring her neck's smooth skin, his hands grabbed the knot of the Simian Witch's bathrobe belt and untied it. He forcefully dragged the nightrobe off of her and tossed it onto the floor. Monkey Fist, being the British gentleman he was raised as, managed to control but visibly show his ogling eyes and near-drooling mouth when he saw Silvia in her seductive, slender shaped body, nearly naked if it weren't for her cursed black strapless bra and underwear.

"Pleased?" she arched an amused eyebrow.

"Like seeing Venus rise from the oceans...except the ocean is made of monkeys and not water," he said. He proceeded into kissing her again on the lips while his right hand massaged her from the waist's side to her bare thigh and his left one held her by the back. She had thrown her arms over his neck and pulled him closer in order to deepen their kissing session.

"Ah, Paris..." Monkey Fist paused in order to catch his breath and sigh. "If I had known twelve years ago, I would have most likely whisked you away with me!"

"Careful there, Monty..."

The next thing that Monkey Fist knew, he felt a force beneath him pushing him off the Simian Witch and making him land his back on the other side of the couch. He blinked in confusion about how the Simian Witch managed to push him off her with such strength and make it so that she was the one straddling him.

"You know, one of my ancestors, one of the Simian Witches, stole a girl in order to make her his bride," she said. Her finger traced the folded areas of Monkey Fist's black ninja garb shirt, making the man shudder with pleasure as she eventually snapped her fingers and made the shirt explode into a thousand pieces, thus exposing to her his slender, slightly muscular toned muscles. "And in the village he lived in, abduction was a way of proposing legally."

"And what would your parents think of you accepting the proposal of a man beyond your years?" Monkey Fist mused as he caressed her cheek.

"You were born on the year of the Monkey, like me and the rest of my family." She kissed his left cheek, making him sigh. "You want to make monkey superiority rule the world, which has been a family tradition for generations." She gave his other cheek a kiss. "And you and I both hate Ron Stoppable. Birds of a feather, as the old saying said."

"I won't disagree with that," Monkey Fist chuckled. Once again, he and the Simian Witch continued to kiss one another, closely embracing themselves against one another, and strengthening their evil romantic bond. His right monkey hand slid down her back until it reached one of her underwear's straps. Sensing his growing desire, she caught his hand and prevented him from pulling her underwear away from him.

"There is, however, a family tradition that the man, born within or out of the family, must not ravish his wife into producing an heir before their nuptial night." She carefully pulled away from his delightfully romantic kisses and the two of them sat straight up on the couch. "As much as I desperately need to give birth to a child this year to continue my family tree, I don't want to rush things too quickly."

"Understandable." Monkey Fist thought a bit before giving a suggestion. "Perhaps we can just do a simple wedding, with just us, my valet Bates, my monkey ninjas, your Homo Simius warriors, Gill, and a licensed priest in my castle's courtyard. That way we won't have to worry about all the stress-making traditional marriage deals and guest invitations."

"Excellent idea," the Simian Witch said with a smirk. "Besides, I hate large parties. And I have yet to visit your castle."

"You mean, our castle," Monkey Fist corrected her. He stroke the hickory brown hair that cascaded loosely off her head like a waterfall of dark chocolate. "I may not be the Monkey King nor rule the world yet, but you'll still be my cherished queen, my beloved wife, and my domain's mistress for as long as I live." While his left hand held her right hand up, Monkey Fist took something out of his garb's pants' pocket: a little black box that contained a silvery gold ring with a sapphire jewel on top.

"Oh my...What a lovely ring!" the Simian Witch gasped.

"My mother's ring," Monkey Fist said proudly as he held the ring in front of the Simian Witch. The ring's sapphire jewel shone as her denim blue eyes stared at it. "So I ask again, Silvia Winterfields. Will you marry me and become Lady Silvia Fiske?"

"As I've said before, Monty Fiske," she answered before he finally put her index finger through the jewel. "Yes."