Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the characters in it, Disney does. Kale Possible is my creation however.
Chapter 9: Sorrow's travels
The shift in Argent's demeanor was so sudden it took everyone off guard. "How do you know that name?" the words flowed through clenched teeth barely above a whisper. Gone was the confusion of a moment ago and in it's place was an individual that looked capable of anything.
Shego took an reflexive step back and began to get into a combat ready stance when Kim quietly spoke "Argent, please calm down."
He made no motion to indicate he had heard her, his eyes focused intently on Shego. Kim could see the tension flex in his arms as though he were ready to strike at any moment.
Kim was starting to get worried when she thought of something she should try "Kale, please stop. Shego only asked because when you were brought in yesterday you screamed her name out in your sleep." she spoke softly but the effect was swift and immediate.
He had stopped looking at Shego and had turned to Kim, tears beginning to well in his eyes at hearing his name being spoken."Yes ma'am." was all he could get out, the anger gone from his voice.
After a few moments of trying to and failing to regain his composure, he began to speak with a tone that spoke of a man that had been broken.
"It was while in training at GJ that I met my partner Chelsea Carver. We hit it off immediately and were so good in our respective fields that after three months we were the premier junior agent team in all of GJ. She was a genius level technophile and a crack shot with whatever firearm she could lay her hands on while I was the top close quarters specialist they had, junior or full agent. We made an unbeatable team and we soon made full agents, much to the chagrin of other agents. Director Du was so impressed with our success rate that he gave us a designation that had been retired out of respect, we were named Team Possible. I was truly honored to have the same team name as my mother. It only occurred to me that it was only reasonable that we would be called Team Possible because it was my name as well was that Chel pointed it out."
"She always was the one to keep me grounded when I got too full of myself. We were the primary team for 'evil genius' response, and we did our best to make sure that it always came out green. When the Temporal Enforcement Agency was started in '35 we were among the first chosen for roles in it. As it had been in our previous positions we shortly became one of the best at retrieval operations, or as they became known, T.E.A. Bag ops. It was during the beginning of our duties when I finally got the nerve up to ask Chel to marry me, the only thing she said besides yes was what had taken so long. I always was dense. Unbeknownst to us at the time, our successes were making us very unpopular with certain individuals, who began to make attempts on our lives, albeit unsuccessful ones. They finally caught up with us on a particularly difficult retrieval, turned out that they had planned this out. We had to split up to go after two different modifieds and that was when they struck. I heard Chel scream and then I was jumped by no less then ten fully modified cyborgs. I managed to hold my own for a minute before they overpowered me."
"When I regained consciousness I was chained up tightly, across from me was Chel. She had taken a beating and seeing her like that made me furious, I felt a rage start building in me that I had never felt before. I was trying to get free when I remembered the training I had from Sensei about the ability that I had inherited from my father and tried to bring the Mystical Monkey Power up from wherever it resided. About that time the ringleader showed himself, it was on of the agents from T.E. Who I had busted for attempting to manipulate the stream for his own monetary gain. He had sworn he would get back at me but I had not thought he would go this far. I realized just how far over the edge he had gone when he brought the gun out and put it against Chel's head. I begged him to stop, pleaded to let her go and just kill me. He said that he would kill me in due time but first he wanted me to suffer. The rage inside began growing faster tinged with something else, I could feel a power growing there as well. I tried to stall him, I told him I would do whatever he asked me to if he would just spare Chel. I meant it with every ounce of my being, he just laughed at me and told me that if I had anything to say now was the time."
"I looked Chel in the eyes and all I could think to say was that I loved her and I would see her soon. He just snarled and then pulled the trigger, what happened next I really don't recall with the greatest clarity. I remember the rage broke over me and I remember a glow. I heard this inhuman snarl and then the chains were falling away from me and I heard these screams. The men who were closest to me died before they know what was happening, those a few meters away tried to run but I was on them before they got more then a few steps."
"I couldn't see anything but Chel's face as she fell, the life already gone from those beautiful blue eyes of hers. The monster I had become craved the lives of those who had taken her from me and I did not deny it. I left her murderer until last, I wanted him to know that he had brought this fate upon himself and there was nothing he could do to escape it. I finally caught up with him, and found him cowering in a warehouse. He begged forgiveness, pleading for his life. He was given the same mercy he had shown Chel but his death was much slower. When I finally realized what I had done, I was horrified. I had become that which I despised, a murderer. I had taken the lives of people who, while deserving to be punished, did not deserve what I had done to them. After several minutes of being violently ill, I made my way back to Chel's body and activated our beacons; whatever fate awaited me back home I would face it head on."
Kale stopped talking as he broke down into tears after reliving the day he lost all hope in the world and had lost his reason for living. He didn't care what everyone thought of him now and as strange as he found it, he felt better in the telling of it to the people gathered around him then he had in a long time.
