Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any other shows. This fanfic is
rated R for language, gore, violence, and horror images. Some material may
bear resemblance of Agatha Christie's "And Then There Were None", Though
probably not.
Fade in:
The cheerleading squad concentrated on the doghouse pyramid today, nailed it. Everything's great. Life is fine. I'm happy, I'm in love, and it's sunny out. So why do I feel like this is so not a good situation?
Those were the thoughts sliding slowly through Kim Possible' s head as the attractive redheaded cheerleader gazed out over the lake. She and her classmates were on a ferry, sliding out toward a small island in the distance. She had a wrong feeling about this class trip, which was going to last two hours. They were going to see the house on the island, that had once been a combination mental asylum and prison. People said there were vengeful spirits there, and Mr. Barkin for some reason decided that it would be a good idea for them to try and prove the old myth wrong. Kim looked over at the boy next to her, blond, freckled, brown eyes, baggy clothes. Ron Stoppable. Her best friend and sidekick for world saving situations. And also the secret object of her affections for the last week. She couldn't help herself from falling in love with him after he'd saved her life a few weeks ago. The coming of intimate feelings for her bumbling sidekick had been swift, slow, quiet. She hadn't realized it since last Wednesday. And here it was Thursday. She smiled. She'd been in love for nine days, counting today. Nine wonderful days. And Ron had no clue.
Beside Kim, Ron was in his own little world that only he knew about. 'wonder why we hafta go out there anyways,' was what he was thinking. His pet naked mole rat, Rufus, hopped out of his cargo pants pocket and onto his shoulder, letting the ocean spray soak his little hairless face. Ron looked at Kim. His thoughts were blunt. 'Kim's looking at me again. She does that a lot lately. I wonder if I got a zit or something. Hey, I never noticed, but Kim's pretty. She's got beautiful eyes. Maybe I should tell her that she's got killer eyes,' Ron thought absentmindedly as he gazed out over the flat surface of Tontupa Lake. He didn't really care about anything right now, an easy going, devil may care guy if you ever saw one. And sweet. But he never really said that. Ron yawned and stretched. Kim giggled silently. He looked so cute when he did that. Of course, given her hopelessly smitten state, she thought he looked cute no matter what he happened to be doing. She wanted to slap herself, because he'd been her best friend since preschool. But she couldn't help that he was so cute. She hit herself.
"What's that for KP?" Ron asked cluelessly.
"Nothing. I just thought there was a bug on my face," Kim lied. He had no idea how she felt about him. She looked out over the flat blue water silently.
Across the ferry, leaning over the railing, stood a girl with tawny blond hair the color of honey that came to her chin and fanned outward stood, blinking her emerald green eyes. Amber Evans. That was her name. Amber was worried. She knew something about the trip the other carefree students didn't. Kim sensed it, but Amber knew it. Mertonio had been coming for a week now, telling her bit by bit, talking for a minute sharp every time and then leaving in silence. Why did he have to let her in on it? Couldn't he jut haunt someone else? His poor, still living little sis needed a little peace. She yawned and drew her unzipped denim jacket closer to her. She wore only a black tank top underneath, and the breeze was crisp and full of chilly water spray. She felt like the bearer of everything. Couldn't Mertonio go to Lyandi or Shaalania or Byontoa? Why Amber? She didn't even carry on the family tradition of exotic names.
Back on Kim and Ron's side of the ferry, Kim still felt strange about the island. Why was she feeling so weird about it and she'd never even been there. She leaned against Ron for comfort and warmth, and he really didn't seem to mind.
As they neared the island Kim went stiff. BAD mojo, way bad. Eek. She clutched Ron's elbow in a mixture of confusion and nerves. Without meaning to she dug her nails into his flesh.
"Yowch KP!" he yelled.
"Oh. Sorry Ron," Kim said, rubbing his arm.
They filed off the ferry a few minutes later, when it bumped against a small scrubby dock sticking out of the island. Kim still felt weird about this place. After they got inside and Barkin had given them the 'don't you hooligans dare break anything' lecture, they all set off to try and prove the myth wrong. Kim and Ron might have actually accomplished something if Kim wasn't so lost in staring at Ron. He noticed her gazing at him.
"Yo KP. What are you doing?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"Nothing."
"Something on my nose?"
"Not at all Ron."
"Then what?"
"It's nothing."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is Ron."
"No. You were-"
"OK fine. Well, lately I've been thinking that maybe I-" Kim began. But she was cut off by Amber entering.
"Kim, Ron, I-I know something about the trip. Evil. It-" suddenly she too was cut off by Barkin's yell.
"Waydaya mean, goddammitt!?" Barkin yelled from from far away. The three teenagers rushed back into the front hall. All the other students were there.
"What's going on Mr. Barkin?" Kim asked, loudly over all the hubbub.
"The ferry left without us!" he yelled.
"And I found a note, where my usual tour schedule instructions are," said the tour guide. He pulled the note out. Kim studied it. Her blood ran cold. It read:
"the ferry has left you all here for a reason, and it is not coming back. None of you will leave the island alive."
Kim Possible looked around at the pale, frightened faces.
"The note is true. None of us are going to leave alive," Amber said. Everyone looked terrified. And Kim felt extremely nervous.
They were on a supposedly haunted island.
And they were trapped.
Sorry it was so short, more soon. My comp messed up so I had to rewrite it. Bye! More soon!
~Moonchild
Fade in:
The cheerleading squad concentrated on the doghouse pyramid today, nailed it. Everything's great. Life is fine. I'm happy, I'm in love, and it's sunny out. So why do I feel like this is so not a good situation?
Those were the thoughts sliding slowly through Kim Possible' s head as the attractive redheaded cheerleader gazed out over the lake. She and her classmates were on a ferry, sliding out toward a small island in the distance. She had a wrong feeling about this class trip, which was going to last two hours. They were going to see the house on the island, that had once been a combination mental asylum and prison. People said there were vengeful spirits there, and Mr. Barkin for some reason decided that it would be a good idea for them to try and prove the old myth wrong. Kim looked over at the boy next to her, blond, freckled, brown eyes, baggy clothes. Ron Stoppable. Her best friend and sidekick for world saving situations. And also the secret object of her affections for the last week. She couldn't help herself from falling in love with him after he'd saved her life a few weeks ago. The coming of intimate feelings for her bumbling sidekick had been swift, slow, quiet. She hadn't realized it since last Wednesday. And here it was Thursday. She smiled. She'd been in love for nine days, counting today. Nine wonderful days. And Ron had no clue.
Beside Kim, Ron was in his own little world that only he knew about. 'wonder why we hafta go out there anyways,' was what he was thinking. His pet naked mole rat, Rufus, hopped out of his cargo pants pocket and onto his shoulder, letting the ocean spray soak his little hairless face. Ron looked at Kim. His thoughts were blunt. 'Kim's looking at me again. She does that a lot lately. I wonder if I got a zit or something. Hey, I never noticed, but Kim's pretty. She's got beautiful eyes. Maybe I should tell her that she's got killer eyes,' Ron thought absentmindedly as he gazed out over the flat surface of Tontupa Lake. He didn't really care about anything right now, an easy going, devil may care guy if you ever saw one. And sweet. But he never really said that. Ron yawned and stretched. Kim giggled silently. He looked so cute when he did that. Of course, given her hopelessly smitten state, she thought he looked cute no matter what he happened to be doing. She wanted to slap herself, because he'd been her best friend since preschool. But she couldn't help that he was so cute. She hit herself.
"What's that for KP?" Ron asked cluelessly.
"Nothing. I just thought there was a bug on my face," Kim lied. He had no idea how she felt about him. She looked out over the flat blue water silently.
Across the ferry, leaning over the railing, stood a girl with tawny blond hair the color of honey that came to her chin and fanned outward stood, blinking her emerald green eyes. Amber Evans. That was her name. Amber was worried. She knew something about the trip the other carefree students didn't. Kim sensed it, but Amber knew it. Mertonio had been coming for a week now, telling her bit by bit, talking for a minute sharp every time and then leaving in silence. Why did he have to let her in on it? Couldn't he jut haunt someone else? His poor, still living little sis needed a little peace. She yawned and drew her unzipped denim jacket closer to her. She wore only a black tank top underneath, and the breeze was crisp and full of chilly water spray. She felt like the bearer of everything. Couldn't Mertonio go to Lyandi or Shaalania or Byontoa? Why Amber? She didn't even carry on the family tradition of exotic names.
Back on Kim and Ron's side of the ferry, Kim still felt strange about the island. Why was she feeling so weird about it and she'd never even been there. She leaned against Ron for comfort and warmth, and he really didn't seem to mind.
As they neared the island Kim went stiff. BAD mojo, way bad. Eek. She clutched Ron's elbow in a mixture of confusion and nerves. Without meaning to she dug her nails into his flesh.
"Yowch KP!" he yelled.
"Oh. Sorry Ron," Kim said, rubbing his arm.
They filed off the ferry a few minutes later, when it bumped against a small scrubby dock sticking out of the island. Kim still felt weird about this place. After they got inside and Barkin had given them the 'don't you hooligans dare break anything' lecture, they all set off to try and prove the myth wrong. Kim and Ron might have actually accomplished something if Kim wasn't so lost in staring at Ron. He noticed her gazing at him.
"Yo KP. What are you doing?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"Nothing."
"Something on my nose?"
"Not at all Ron."
"Then what?"
"It's nothing."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is Ron."
"No. You were-"
"OK fine. Well, lately I've been thinking that maybe I-" Kim began. But she was cut off by Amber entering.
"Kim, Ron, I-I know something about the trip. Evil. It-" suddenly she too was cut off by Barkin's yell.
"Waydaya mean, goddammitt!?" Barkin yelled from from far away. The three teenagers rushed back into the front hall. All the other students were there.
"What's going on Mr. Barkin?" Kim asked, loudly over all the hubbub.
"The ferry left without us!" he yelled.
"And I found a note, where my usual tour schedule instructions are," said the tour guide. He pulled the note out. Kim studied it. Her blood ran cold. It read:
"the ferry has left you all here for a reason, and it is not coming back. None of you will leave the island alive."
Kim Possible looked around at the pale, frightened faces.
"The note is true. None of us are going to leave alive," Amber said. Everyone looked terrified. And Kim felt extremely nervous.
They were on a supposedly haunted island.
And they were trapped.
Sorry it was so short, more soon. My comp messed up so I had to rewrite it. Bye! More soon!
~Moonchild