Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible.
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic.
Okay, last chapter, in my own opinion, was one of the lesser. I am very sorry for having to leave certain things out, but not to fear, they will be covered in this chapter; I usually make sure to not disappoint my fans. But enough about me, back to the chapter at hand. No, he does not kill Senor Senior, Sr.; have some sympathy for a confused old man. I have something planned that should make up for that though. Kim and Ron's memories are 'altered', and the night proceeds as it should have from when she had first asked him. I'm doing this to make the people who were disappointed about me not putting it in earlier, if there were any. Looming over them, though, is the final confrontation with Kim's most dangerous enemy, and Nate's most difficult target.
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***** scene change
The Assassin
Chapter 7
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Nate looked up at Kim and Ron, a small smile crossing his face. He raised the pike into a firing position and took careful aim. A ball of green lightening began to grow until it was about the size of a softball before he fired it. The ball streaked past them as they covered their heads. But the target wasn't them, it was the laser cannon behind them. His smile widened to reveal his canines before he turned away from them and headed for the door.
"Amateurs, don't even know to watch their backs," he said with a small laugh.
He walked over to the small panel that controlled the door and ripped it off. Slipping his hand inside he reached downward through the wall. After a few seconds he found what he was looking for, the manual input circuit. Upon twisting it the door opened with the ominous 'whoosh' sound.
"Open Sesame," he joked walking through the door.
Ripping off the panel on the wall he then twisted another circuit and locked the door. He already knew that Wade would tell Kim what to do to unlock it, but it would buy him some time. The time and effort he had put into getting this far already was still fresh in his mind. There is a reason, after all, why Kim and Ron didn't run into any opposition before the giant tops; Nate had already taken care of them.
The corridor before him was long and had small alcoves on either side. He could see the gun turrets in each alcove as his pupils dilated and his eyes were covered with the green aura. Raising the pike above his head, he slammed the blade down into the floor. Cracks appeared in the floor, a slight green shining through them (everything with me is green, isn't it?). Each crack began to move across the floor, splitting in two every so often. Two or three cracks slipped into each alcove, and a few small explosions followed as the turrets were destroyed.
"Oh well, guess I should give the old guy some credit," he said moving slowly down the hall, he was in no hurry.
*****
Kim and Ron were still lying on the catwalk, as if they were asphyxiated. Their foreheads were against the metal grate, and their hands were covering their heads. Finally Kim stood and looked down at the floor. Reaching up she grabbed the rope and lowered herself to the ground floor. Ron soon followed, touching down behind her.
"I can't believe it was him," she said still looking at the floor. "He seemed so harmless, so innocent."
"Hello, Earth to Kim," Ron said waving a hand in front of her face, "that would be how agents operate."
"What do you mean by 'agent'?"
"Think about it, the mysterious nature, that innocent look on his face, not to mention that he actually passed up the senior table," he counted off each reason on his fingers, "the superhuman strength, the..."
"I get the picture Ron," she clamped her hand over his mouth again.
They walked over to the door and noticed the control panel gone. Ron stuck his hand inside the hole and was rewarded with shock that sent small bolts of electricity coursing through his hair. He yanked his hand out and looked at Kim. She sighed and pulled out her kimmunicator.
"Wade, how about telling me how to open this door," she said holding the device up to the hole in the wall.
"It's really simple," Wade said, "just leave it to me."
A small tendril extended from the kimmunicator and went down into the hole. He rooted around a little before finding the bent manual input circuit, and twisted it. The door didn't open, seeing as it was locked.
"It's locked," he said moving the tendril around some more, looking for the locking switch.
After searching for another few minutes he had found it and turned the switch. The sound of the locks sliding out of place filled the room, and the door opened.
"Thanks Wade."
"Anytime Kim."
They stepped into the hallway and saw the still glowing cracks in the floor. Kim bent down to look inside one of the larger cracks when it suddenly began to seal itself up. As did all the other cracks, large and small. She stood up and looked down the hall, seeing Nate still walking.
"Stop!" Kim yelled at him.
Nate did not stop, nor did he change his pace of walking.
"Like clockwork," he said looking at the imaginary watch on his wrist.
He reached the end of the hall, and stood in front of another door. Behind him he could hear the sound of Kim and Ron running. But they didn't matter; all that mattered to him was completing his mission. He placed his hand against the door, not bothering with the control panel this time. A ripple ran down his arm and spread to his fingers, then moved to the door. The ripple continued to each corner, and reverberated back, overlapping the existing ripples. He pulled his hand away from the door, which continued to ripple; the ripples moving faster and becoming more numerous. The door simply melted away, revealing the steel reinforcements, which also melted.
He walked through the hole he had made and stood on a rock. All around him was water, and in the water were small silvery fish. He had done his homework on this place, and knew they were the piranha he had read in the file. The thought of losing his balance was fresh on his mind, but the rocks seemed fairly dry, so there wasn't much chance of slipping. Upping his pace he sped across the rocks with ease, his feet almost flying. One rock in particular he skipped over. It was covered with algae, and therefore it was a balance risk.
Within moments he was on the other side, of the small lagoon. He turned and saw Ron and Kim at the opening he had made. Pulling off his cloak he held if over the water, and slowly dipped it into the water. Bubbles instantly filled the area around the tips that were just touching the water. He lifted it up, and a few of the fish were still chewing on the metal wires, which were exposed because all the regular fabric was gone, devoured.
"Watch your step," he said turning away and proceeding up the stairs in front of him.
The stairs spiraled up a large column, maybe 30 feet in diameter, to a platform at the top. There Nate hoped to find his target, and would finally be able to leave this god-forsaken place; it wreaked of old people. He would probably have to deal with the younger one first, then move on to Senor Senior, Senior. Hundreds of different scenarios played about in his head, and all of them ended with him throwing Senor Senior, Sr.'s head into the lagoon. Maybe not hundreds...probably just ten or twenty. How many ways can you kill someone?
Down below Kim was fairing much better on the rocks than Ron, who had slipped twice already. Kim passed over the algae covered rock, while Ron stepped right on top of it, his foot going out in front of him as he started to fall backwards.
"Kim!" he yelled his arms flailing about in front of him.
"Ron!" she turned and saw him falling, and the fish swarming.
Kim stopped and braced her feet against two rocks. She reached out and grabbed Ron's hand, pulling him back onto a dry rock. He placed one foot on the rock, and one foot on another, crouching down to breath. Kim waited with him, looking over her shoulder at the slowly ascending form of her new enemy. But, honestly, she still wasn't sure if he was the real enemy.
"Go ahead," he said looking up at her.
"Right," she turned her body in the direction her head was already facing and ran.
She reached the base of the column just as Nate was reaching the top, where he stopped. Running as fast as her feet would carry her up the metal staircase she finally reached him, and understood why he had stopped. Before them was a hole, a very large, very deep hole. The column was hollow; just a supporting apparatus for another trap. There was a ledge around the rim of the hole, but it was less than an inch wide, and could not possibly support someone trying to use it as a tightrope.
"I guess you have to give him some credit," Nate said absentmindedly.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked cornering him against the edge.
"It's just business, Kim," he said stepping to the side and balancing on the thin ledge. "You understand business, right?"
He continued to move along the edge, using all of his concentration on balance. Turning his body slowly and precisely he maneuvered himself so he was facing forward as he took step after step along the ledge. How he could have that much balance on something so small is a mystery, even to me. He continued taking careful steps till he was on the other side of the hole. Removing his cloak he threw it down into the hole. It was getting too hot to be wearing that.
"I won't let you kill him," she pulled out another grappling hook, fired it into the rafters and swung across the hole.
Nate turned around on the edge of the ledge and grabbed to rope, about a foot above the gun. Kim was left hanging over the pit, three feet from the safety of the ledge. He looked into her eyes, which were wide with fear, expecting him to drop her.
"I'm not going to drop you," he said, his voice flat. "If you want to let go of that gun and fall, that's your choice."
"Then why did you stop me, aren't you going to kill me?" she asked her eyes now avoiding his.
"I'm not going to kill you, though I have orders to if you got in my way," his free hand reached up and latched itself onto her face.
Kim struggled and tried to pull away, but with her arms still holding the grappler, she wasn't going anywhere. His hand held firm, yet gently, not wanting to hurt her. She felt the black veil drop over her memories eyes again, wrapping itself around the memories of the past few hours, keeping them secret. When he let go she had a blank look on her face, and she would stay like that till he told her she could wake. Balancing himself on his toes he reached out and slowly pulled her onto the ledge. Throwing her over his shoulder he leapt back across the hole, and proceeded down the stairs.
Ron was sitting on the edge of the lagoon, teasing the piranha with his shoelace. He stood and turned around when he heard a thud behind him. He saw Nate standing over an unconscious Kim. Thinking she had been killed he rushed at Nate, hoping to get in a few lucky shots. Nate dodged his first punched and latched his hand onto Ron's face in the same manner he had done to Kim. Ron went through the same process as Kim did, fall into unconsciousness.
Nate stooped down and took the kimmunicator from Kim's pocket. He opened the back panel and studied the circuitry. He saw what seemed to be the frequency modulator, which was exactly what he wanted to see. The modulator was a dial that seemed to simply move between one and ten. It was currently set at 8.234. So he memorized the number, in order to be able to hack into the signal if needed. When he was finished he put it back together pressed the button.
"Uh, Nate," Wade said sounding surprised.
"That's right," Nate said, "I've wiped their minds of the last few hours, and if she calls you, you tell her nothing, got it."
"Of course, what are friends for?" he said turning the screen off.
"Yeah...what are they for?" he slipped the kimmunicator back in her pocket.
He stood back up and pulled out the pike handle, which extended into the his weapon. Whipping it around he jabbed it into the water, which began to bubble, and turn to steam. The piranha started to float on top of the water, dead. He retracted it back to its handle form and slipped that into the sash around his waist. Looking down at the two unconscious bodies on the floor, and turned to walk up the stairs.
*****
He stood in front of another door, this one was huge. After scanning his eyes over it he saw it was three feet thick, as well as 15 feet high and 10 feet wide. It was too thick for him to melt through like the other one, but not too thick for something else he had in mind.
Raising the pike he slashed down across the door, leaving a gaping hole about five feet long, and six inches wide. The hole extended all the way through to the other side of the door, from which light was streaming. He slashed three more times, cutting himself a square out of the thick metal. With one kick he sent it flying out of place and into the next room. He then stepped through the hole and into the final chamber of this massive complex.
Laser cannons dropped from the ceiling and fired at him, which he just deflected with a wave of his hand. There, at the other end of the room was Senor Senior, Junior, sitting at a rather large control console. Nate looked around, seeing no sign of the younger one.
"Why have you come here?" the young man asked turning his chair to face Nate.
"That's information is irrelevant to you," Nate said walking across the room to stand in front of Senor Senior, Jr. "Where is your father?"
"How should I know, he just told me to sit here while he was out," Senor Senior, Junior shrugged.
Nate's arm jerked as if it had a muscle spasm and Senor Senior, Junior's head fell to the floor. Nate stepped to the side to avoid the blood still shooting from the open arteries. The blood that stained the pike's blood began to disappear, to be replaced with a green glow.
Nate turned away from the dead man sitting in the chair, his head on the floor beside him. He stepped out through the hole he made, down the corridor, across a bridge, down a flight of stairs, back across the pit, and down to the two he had left sleeping. Looking at his watch he saw that it was only half past seven, meaning there was still plenty of time to get Kim and Ron home before they realized what had happened. He hefted them onto his shoulders and walked calmly across the rocks. He walked out of the compound and clicked the heels of his boots together. The smoke enveloped them, and when it dissipated, they were gone.
A few minutes after they left, the entire island exploded in a massive explosion.
*****
The three of them appeared in Kim's room a few seconds later. Before leaving Nate placed his hand on her cheek and gave her a few delayed commands. The commands were for her to change into her costume and call him. That was what she was to do after regaining consciousness.
Next he brought Ron home and dropped him on his bed, also giving him delayed commands. His were to call Tara and tell her he can still make the party. No point in not seeing them there as well, which was part of the deal that Ron had made with Kim.
Nate walked to the small balcony outside Ron's window and jumped off, disappearing into the night sky.
*****
He stepped through the front door of his home with a list in his hand, crossing off another name. Opening the closet in the hall he pulled out another black cloak, draping it around him. Walking into the living room he saw Shego sitting on the couch watching TV, the Style File I believe the show is called. She looked up at him with a strange look on her face.
"What happened?" he asked reopening the box with his scythe in it.
"Vacation ends tomorrow," she said turning the television off.
"So."
"You got this fax from Global Justice," she handed him a piece of paper.
It turned out his next target was none other than Drakken himself. This really came as no surprise to him, he knew it would come to this sooner or later.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, Dad called, he'll be coming home in a week."
"Why are you so disappointed about me having to kill Drakken? Think about it, you'll finally be free to find another idiot employer. Besides, don't you remember the golden rule; you never attack one of your own?"
"Yes, I know all that, how could I forget," she said standing up. "It's just that I'm tired of this; tired of fighting, tired of running, tired of losing."
"Then don't fight, just ignore her," he knew very well who she was talking about. "Why don't you dodge this time, and let her attack, then you won't actually be fighting, and you can't lose if she can't hit you."
She didn't respond, so he turned his attention back to the fax. It seems that Drakken had stolen the Centurion Project again, and was planning to use it. Seeing as how he was usually under constant stress, then the armor would most likely be going into overdrive already. With any luck Nate would be able to kill him without damaging the merchandise.
"So, how did it go?"
"I didn't get him," he said sitting in a large armchair next to the couch. "But I did kill the younger one. They didn't tell me to kill both, so it doesn't matter if I just got one of them."
He sat there moving his hand slowly over the rune text on the scythe blade. What Shego couldn't see was that the text was beginning to glow a slight red, and began to move into a three dimensional position, as if they were standing on the blade. Nate touched one line and moved it to another place; the actual text carved on the blade moved accordingly.
A few minutes later the phone rang, and Nate got up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Nate, it's Kim."
"Oh, hey Kim," he said leaning against the wall.
"You know how I said I wasn't going to be able to make it tonight?"
"Yeah, you said you had a mission."
"Right, well, I guess it was a false alarm. When I got there, there was nothing wrong and I just got back. Can you be here in like fifteen minutes?"
"Sure, I can do that."
"Right, bye."
He hung up and returned to the living room. Shego was looking somewhat disgruntled about something. He figured it was about him going to this party with Kim. She had always hated losing, especially to cheerleaders. It had happened to her all through her own high school years, and was pretty sick of it by now.
"I'm leaving," he said grabbing the scythe on his way out the door. "Don't wait up."
"Psh, like I'm going to do that," she said throwing one of the couch pillows at the door as it closed, knowing that she would be waiting for him to get home; it was just so boring with him gone.
*****
There was a knock at the door as Kim was putting the finishing touches to her costume. She was wearing a long white robe, tied at the waist, and a pair of white wings. If you haven't guessed it yet, she's going as an angel. This is just a bit of humor, get it, Nate goes as Death and Kim goes as an angel. Anyway, she ran down the stairs, careful not to trip over her costume and opened the door. In front of her stood a black robed figure with a scythe.
"Kim Possible, your time has arrived," came a raspy voice as a hand reached out.
"NO!" she ducked down.
"Hehe, fooled you," Nate said pulling the hood down so she could see his face.
"Don't do that," she said standing up. "You're going as the Grim Reaper?"
"Yeah, so?" he said then looked at her costume. "Oh, you're an angel?"
"Well, I haven't put the halo on yet," she said placing her hand on top of her head.
"I don't think you need it," he said with a small smile.
A slight blush crept across her face at the compliment. The smile on his face was beginning to make her think he was hiding something, but, then again, she had always felt that way about him.
"So, are we walking or driving?" he asked nodding at the car parked at the curb.
"We could walk if you want."
"It's up to you."
"Alright, we walk."
*****
We join the scene about an hour later, and the party is in full effect. Large speakers were blaring out music; the song being "Said" by Puddle of Mudd. Let me tell you who has come as what; Ron has come as, or some strange (and unexplainable) reason, a mime, Tara came a Dallas Cowboys' cheerleader, Monique was dressed in what appeared to Kim's mission clothes (I'm running out of ideas okay?).
Nate stood off to the side of the main group mingling in the center of the room. His eyes now glowing red, and moving from person to person, keeping a beat on the energy signatures of the ones he had come with. In the center of the group was Ron, doing some basic mime tricks, such as being trapped in a box, climbing a rope, or leaning on nothing.
His eyes flicked over to Kim, who was just coming into the room. She was about to walk over to him when he saw Bonnie step in front of her; Bonnie was dressed as ballerina. He could hear what Bonnie was saying as his ears began to lengthen very slightly underneath the hood. Bonnie was asking Kim why she had come alone, and if she couldn't find a date. Nate decided to intervene right then and there; he was unsure why, just had a feeling it was right.
Walking up he put his hand on Bonnie's shoulder and slid the scythe down the other side. And in that raspy voice he used while the hood was up he said.
"Bonnie Rockwaller (I really, really hope that that is her last name), your time has come," he said as Bonnie turned around to see two red eyes glaring at her.
Instead of acting the way Kim had just an hour ago she reached up and pulled the hood off him.
"What do you want?" she asked in an annoyed voice.
"Nothing really, just to tell you to stop hassling my date," he moved past her in a fluid motion, practically floating above the floor. "Now if you don't mind, go away."
"Fine," she said and stormed of into the crowd.
"Thanks," Kim said watching Bonnie over his shoulder.
TBC
Ending it there, I really don't want this chapter to go on forever, even though it can. I've spent too much time on one day, and must move on. The next chapter will begin the next day, but then will move to a week after that. This is just to move the story along, can't dwell on things that will just take up space, right? Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, and about the review thing, just forget the five, I'll be happy with however many I get. That's all.
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic.
Okay, last chapter, in my own opinion, was one of the lesser. I am very sorry for having to leave certain things out, but not to fear, they will be covered in this chapter; I usually make sure to not disappoint my fans. But enough about me, back to the chapter at hand. No, he does not kill Senor Senior, Sr.; have some sympathy for a confused old man. I have something planned that should make up for that though. Kim and Ron's memories are 'altered', and the night proceeds as it should have from when she had first asked him. I'm doing this to make the people who were disappointed about me not putting it in earlier, if there were any. Looming over them, though, is the final confrontation with Kim's most dangerous enemy, and Nate's most difficult target.
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***** scene change
The Assassin
Chapter 7
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Nate looked up at Kim and Ron, a small smile crossing his face. He raised the pike into a firing position and took careful aim. A ball of green lightening began to grow until it was about the size of a softball before he fired it. The ball streaked past them as they covered their heads. But the target wasn't them, it was the laser cannon behind them. His smile widened to reveal his canines before he turned away from them and headed for the door.
"Amateurs, don't even know to watch their backs," he said with a small laugh.
He walked over to the small panel that controlled the door and ripped it off. Slipping his hand inside he reached downward through the wall. After a few seconds he found what he was looking for, the manual input circuit. Upon twisting it the door opened with the ominous 'whoosh' sound.
"Open Sesame," he joked walking through the door.
Ripping off the panel on the wall he then twisted another circuit and locked the door. He already knew that Wade would tell Kim what to do to unlock it, but it would buy him some time. The time and effort he had put into getting this far already was still fresh in his mind. There is a reason, after all, why Kim and Ron didn't run into any opposition before the giant tops; Nate had already taken care of them.
The corridor before him was long and had small alcoves on either side. He could see the gun turrets in each alcove as his pupils dilated and his eyes were covered with the green aura. Raising the pike above his head, he slammed the blade down into the floor. Cracks appeared in the floor, a slight green shining through them (everything with me is green, isn't it?). Each crack began to move across the floor, splitting in two every so often. Two or three cracks slipped into each alcove, and a few small explosions followed as the turrets were destroyed.
"Oh well, guess I should give the old guy some credit," he said moving slowly down the hall, he was in no hurry.
*****
Kim and Ron were still lying on the catwalk, as if they were asphyxiated. Their foreheads were against the metal grate, and their hands were covering their heads. Finally Kim stood and looked down at the floor. Reaching up she grabbed the rope and lowered herself to the ground floor. Ron soon followed, touching down behind her.
"I can't believe it was him," she said still looking at the floor. "He seemed so harmless, so innocent."
"Hello, Earth to Kim," Ron said waving a hand in front of her face, "that would be how agents operate."
"What do you mean by 'agent'?"
"Think about it, the mysterious nature, that innocent look on his face, not to mention that he actually passed up the senior table," he counted off each reason on his fingers, "the superhuman strength, the..."
"I get the picture Ron," she clamped her hand over his mouth again.
They walked over to the door and noticed the control panel gone. Ron stuck his hand inside the hole and was rewarded with shock that sent small bolts of electricity coursing through his hair. He yanked his hand out and looked at Kim. She sighed and pulled out her kimmunicator.
"Wade, how about telling me how to open this door," she said holding the device up to the hole in the wall.
"It's really simple," Wade said, "just leave it to me."
A small tendril extended from the kimmunicator and went down into the hole. He rooted around a little before finding the bent manual input circuit, and twisted it. The door didn't open, seeing as it was locked.
"It's locked," he said moving the tendril around some more, looking for the locking switch.
After searching for another few minutes he had found it and turned the switch. The sound of the locks sliding out of place filled the room, and the door opened.
"Thanks Wade."
"Anytime Kim."
They stepped into the hallway and saw the still glowing cracks in the floor. Kim bent down to look inside one of the larger cracks when it suddenly began to seal itself up. As did all the other cracks, large and small. She stood up and looked down the hall, seeing Nate still walking.
"Stop!" Kim yelled at him.
Nate did not stop, nor did he change his pace of walking.
"Like clockwork," he said looking at the imaginary watch on his wrist.
He reached the end of the hall, and stood in front of another door. Behind him he could hear the sound of Kim and Ron running. But they didn't matter; all that mattered to him was completing his mission. He placed his hand against the door, not bothering with the control panel this time. A ripple ran down his arm and spread to his fingers, then moved to the door. The ripple continued to each corner, and reverberated back, overlapping the existing ripples. He pulled his hand away from the door, which continued to ripple; the ripples moving faster and becoming more numerous. The door simply melted away, revealing the steel reinforcements, which also melted.
He walked through the hole he had made and stood on a rock. All around him was water, and in the water were small silvery fish. He had done his homework on this place, and knew they were the piranha he had read in the file. The thought of losing his balance was fresh on his mind, but the rocks seemed fairly dry, so there wasn't much chance of slipping. Upping his pace he sped across the rocks with ease, his feet almost flying. One rock in particular he skipped over. It was covered with algae, and therefore it was a balance risk.
Within moments he was on the other side, of the small lagoon. He turned and saw Ron and Kim at the opening he had made. Pulling off his cloak he held if over the water, and slowly dipped it into the water. Bubbles instantly filled the area around the tips that were just touching the water. He lifted it up, and a few of the fish were still chewing on the metal wires, which were exposed because all the regular fabric was gone, devoured.
"Watch your step," he said turning away and proceeding up the stairs in front of him.
The stairs spiraled up a large column, maybe 30 feet in diameter, to a platform at the top. There Nate hoped to find his target, and would finally be able to leave this god-forsaken place; it wreaked of old people. He would probably have to deal with the younger one first, then move on to Senor Senior, Senior. Hundreds of different scenarios played about in his head, and all of them ended with him throwing Senor Senior, Sr.'s head into the lagoon. Maybe not hundreds...probably just ten or twenty. How many ways can you kill someone?
Down below Kim was fairing much better on the rocks than Ron, who had slipped twice already. Kim passed over the algae covered rock, while Ron stepped right on top of it, his foot going out in front of him as he started to fall backwards.
"Kim!" he yelled his arms flailing about in front of him.
"Ron!" she turned and saw him falling, and the fish swarming.
Kim stopped and braced her feet against two rocks. She reached out and grabbed Ron's hand, pulling him back onto a dry rock. He placed one foot on the rock, and one foot on another, crouching down to breath. Kim waited with him, looking over her shoulder at the slowly ascending form of her new enemy. But, honestly, she still wasn't sure if he was the real enemy.
"Go ahead," he said looking up at her.
"Right," she turned her body in the direction her head was already facing and ran.
She reached the base of the column just as Nate was reaching the top, where he stopped. Running as fast as her feet would carry her up the metal staircase she finally reached him, and understood why he had stopped. Before them was a hole, a very large, very deep hole. The column was hollow; just a supporting apparatus for another trap. There was a ledge around the rim of the hole, but it was less than an inch wide, and could not possibly support someone trying to use it as a tightrope.
"I guess you have to give him some credit," Nate said absentmindedly.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked cornering him against the edge.
"It's just business, Kim," he said stepping to the side and balancing on the thin ledge. "You understand business, right?"
He continued to move along the edge, using all of his concentration on balance. Turning his body slowly and precisely he maneuvered himself so he was facing forward as he took step after step along the ledge. How he could have that much balance on something so small is a mystery, even to me. He continued taking careful steps till he was on the other side of the hole. Removing his cloak he threw it down into the hole. It was getting too hot to be wearing that.
"I won't let you kill him," she pulled out another grappling hook, fired it into the rafters and swung across the hole.
Nate turned around on the edge of the ledge and grabbed to rope, about a foot above the gun. Kim was left hanging over the pit, three feet from the safety of the ledge. He looked into her eyes, which were wide with fear, expecting him to drop her.
"I'm not going to drop you," he said, his voice flat. "If you want to let go of that gun and fall, that's your choice."
"Then why did you stop me, aren't you going to kill me?" she asked her eyes now avoiding his.
"I'm not going to kill you, though I have orders to if you got in my way," his free hand reached up and latched itself onto her face.
Kim struggled and tried to pull away, but with her arms still holding the grappler, she wasn't going anywhere. His hand held firm, yet gently, not wanting to hurt her. She felt the black veil drop over her memories eyes again, wrapping itself around the memories of the past few hours, keeping them secret. When he let go she had a blank look on her face, and she would stay like that till he told her she could wake. Balancing himself on his toes he reached out and slowly pulled her onto the ledge. Throwing her over his shoulder he leapt back across the hole, and proceeded down the stairs.
Ron was sitting on the edge of the lagoon, teasing the piranha with his shoelace. He stood and turned around when he heard a thud behind him. He saw Nate standing over an unconscious Kim. Thinking she had been killed he rushed at Nate, hoping to get in a few lucky shots. Nate dodged his first punched and latched his hand onto Ron's face in the same manner he had done to Kim. Ron went through the same process as Kim did, fall into unconsciousness.
Nate stooped down and took the kimmunicator from Kim's pocket. He opened the back panel and studied the circuitry. He saw what seemed to be the frequency modulator, which was exactly what he wanted to see. The modulator was a dial that seemed to simply move between one and ten. It was currently set at 8.234. So he memorized the number, in order to be able to hack into the signal if needed. When he was finished he put it back together pressed the button.
"Uh, Nate," Wade said sounding surprised.
"That's right," Nate said, "I've wiped their minds of the last few hours, and if she calls you, you tell her nothing, got it."
"Of course, what are friends for?" he said turning the screen off.
"Yeah...what are they for?" he slipped the kimmunicator back in her pocket.
He stood back up and pulled out the pike handle, which extended into the his weapon. Whipping it around he jabbed it into the water, which began to bubble, and turn to steam. The piranha started to float on top of the water, dead. He retracted it back to its handle form and slipped that into the sash around his waist. Looking down at the two unconscious bodies on the floor, and turned to walk up the stairs.
*****
He stood in front of another door, this one was huge. After scanning his eyes over it he saw it was three feet thick, as well as 15 feet high and 10 feet wide. It was too thick for him to melt through like the other one, but not too thick for something else he had in mind.
Raising the pike he slashed down across the door, leaving a gaping hole about five feet long, and six inches wide. The hole extended all the way through to the other side of the door, from which light was streaming. He slashed three more times, cutting himself a square out of the thick metal. With one kick he sent it flying out of place and into the next room. He then stepped through the hole and into the final chamber of this massive complex.
Laser cannons dropped from the ceiling and fired at him, which he just deflected with a wave of his hand. There, at the other end of the room was Senor Senior, Junior, sitting at a rather large control console. Nate looked around, seeing no sign of the younger one.
"Why have you come here?" the young man asked turning his chair to face Nate.
"That's information is irrelevant to you," Nate said walking across the room to stand in front of Senor Senior, Jr. "Where is your father?"
"How should I know, he just told me to sit here while he was out," Senor Senior, Junior shrugged.
Nate's arm jerked as if it had a muscle spasm and Senor Senior, Junior's head fell to the floor. Nate stepped to the side to avoid the blood still shooting from the open arteries. The blood that stained the pike's blood began to disappear, to be replaced with a green glow.
Nate turned away from the dead man sitting in the chair, his head on the floor beside him. He stepped out through the hole he made, down the corridor, across a bridge, down a flight of stairs, back across the pit, and down to the two he had left sleeping. Looking at his watch he saw that it was only half past seven, meaning there was still plenty of time to get Kim and Ron home before they realized what had happened. He hefted them onto his shoulders and walked calmly across the rocks. He walked out of the compound and clicked the heels of his boots together. The smoke enveloped them, and when it dissipated, they were gone.
A few minutes after they left, the entire island exploded in a massive explosion.
*****
The three of them appeared in Kim's room a few seconds later. Before leaving Nate placed his hand on her cheek and gave her a few delayed commands. The commands were for her to change into her costume and call him. That was what she was to do after regaining consciousness.
Next he brought Ron home and dropped him on his bed, also giving him delayed commands. His were to call Tara and tell her he can still make the party. No point in not seeing them there as well, which was part of the deal that Ron had made with Kim.
Nate walked to the small balcony outside Ron's window and jumped off, disappearing into the night sky.
*****
He stepped through the front door of his home with a list in his hand, crossing off another name. Opening the closet in the hall he pulled out another black cloak, draping it around him. Walking into the living room he saw Shego sitting on the couch watching TV, the Style File I believe the show is called. She looked up at him with a strange look on her face.
"What happened?" he asked reopening the box with his scythe in it.
"Vacation ends tomorrow," she said turning the television off.
"So."
"You got this fax from Global Justice," she handed him a piece of paper.
It turned out his next target was none other than Drakken himself. This really came as no surprise to him, he knew it would come to this sooner or later.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, Dad called, he'll be coming home in a week."
"Why are you so disappointed about me having to kill Drakken? Think about it, you'll finally be free to find another idiot employer. Besides, don't you remember the golden rule; you never attack one of your own?"
"Yes, I know all that, how could I forget," she said standing up. "It's just that I'm tired of this; tired of fighting, tired of running, tired of losing."
"Then don't fight, just ignore her," he knew very well who she was talking about. "Why don't you dodge this time, and let her attack, then you won't actually be fighting, and you can't lose if she can't hit you."
She didn't respond, so he turned his attention back to the fax. It seems that Drakken had stolen the Centurion Project again, and was planning to use it. Seeing as how he was usually under constant stress, then the armor would most likely be going into overdrive already. With any luck Nate would be able to kill him without damaging the merchandise.
"So, how did it go?"
"I didn't get him," he said sitting in a large armchair next to the couch. "But I did kill the younger one. They didn't tell me to kill both, so it doesn't matter if I just got one of them."
He sat there moving his hand slowly over the rune text on the scythe blade. What Shego couldn't see was that the text was beginning to glow a slight red, and began to move into a three dimensional position, as if they were standing on the blade. Nate touched one line and moved it to another place; the actual text carved on the blade moved accordingly.
A few minutes later the phone rang, and Nate got up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Nate, it's Kim."
"Oh, hey Kim," he said leaning against the wall.
"You know how I said I wasn't going to be able to make it tonight?"
"Yeah, you said you had a mission."
"Right, well, I guess it was a false alarm. When I got there, there was nothing wrong and I just got back. Can you be here in like fifteen minutes?"
"Sure, I can do that."
"Right, bye."
He hung up and returned to the living room. Shego was looking somewhat disgruntled about something. He figured it was about him going to this party with Kim. She had always hated losing, especially to cheerleaders. It had happened to her all through her own high school years, and was pretty sick of it by now.
"I'm leaving," he said grabbing the scythe on his way out the door. "Don't wait up."
"Psh, like I'm going to do that," she said throwing one of the couch pillows at the door as it closed, knowing that she would be waiting for him to get home; it was just so boring with him gone.
*****
There was a knock at the door as Kim was putting the finishing touches to her costume. She was wearing a long white robe, tied at the waist, and a pair of white wings. If you haven't guessed it yet, she's going as an angel. This is just a bit of humor, get it, Nate goes as Death and Kim goes as an angel. Anyway, she ran down the stairs, careful not to trip over her costume and opened the door. In front of her stood a black robed figure with a scythe.
"Kim Possible, your time has arrived," came a raspy voice as a hand reached out.
"NO!" she ducked down.
"Hehe, fooled you," Nate said pulling the hood down so she could see his face.
"Don't do that," she said standing up. "You're going as the Grim Reaper?"
"Yeah, so?" he said then looked at her costume. "Oh, you're an angel?"
"Well, I haven't put the halo on yet," she said placing her hand on top of her head.
"I don't think you need it," he said with a small smile.
A slight blush crept across her face at the compliment. The smile on his face was beginning to make her think he was hiding something, but, then again, she had always felt that way about him.
"So, are we walking or driving?" he asked nodding at the car parked at the curb.
"We could walk if you want."
"It's up to you."
"Alright, we walk."
*****
We join the scene about an hour later, and the party is in full effect. Large speakers were blaring out music; the song being "Said" by Puddle of Mudd. Let me tell you who has come as what; Ron has come as, or some strange (and unexplainable) reason, a mime, Tara came a Dallas Cowboys' cheerleader, Monique was dressed in what appeared to Kim's mission clothes (I'm running out of ideas okay?).
Nate stood off to the side of the main group mingling in the center of the room. His eyes now glowing red, and moving from person to person, keeping a beat on the energy signatures of the ones he had come with. In the center of the group was Ron, doing some basic mime tricks, such as being trapped in a box, climbing a rope, or leaning on nothing.
His eyes flicked over to Kim, who was just coming into the room. She was about to walk over to him when he saw Bonnie step in front of her; Bonnie was dressed as ballerina. He could hear what Bonnie was saying as his ears began to lengthen very slightly underneath the hood. Bonnie was asking Kim why she had come alone, and if she couldn't find a date. Nate decided to intervene right then and there; he was unsure why, just had a feeling it was right.
Walking up he put his hand on Bonnie's shoulder and slid the scythe down the other side. And in that raspy voice he used while the hood was up he said.
"Bonnie Rockwaller (I really, really hope that that is her last name), your time has come," he said as Bonnie turned around to see two red eyes glaring at her.
Instead of acting the way Kim had just an hour ago she reached up and pulled the hood off him.
"What do you want?" she asked in an annoyed voice.
"Nothing really, just to tell you to stop hassling my date," he moved past her in a fluid motion, practically floating above the floor. "Now if you don't mind, go away."
"Fine," she said and stormed of into the crowd.
"Thanks," Kim said watching Bonnie over his shoulder.
TBC
Ending it there, I really don't want this chapter to go on forever, even though it can. I've spent too much time on one day, and must move on. The next chapter will begin the next day, but then will move to a week after that. This is just to move the story along, can't dwell on things that will just take up space, right? Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, and about the review thing, just forget the five, I'll be happy with however many I get. That's all.
