Thanks for reviewing, all you nice nice people! I will not spoil my plans for the fic, of course... but I will let you know, chris-warren876, that I am not French. I'm just very weird. But if me being French makes this story even more interesting, then sure! I'm French. HOHOHO... Je suis FRANÇAIS!!!! *Throws croissants at old ladies* Gimme reviews! Reviews, I say! HOHOHO!
...I'm actually from Florida. Go figure. :D
And thank you to Geor-sama for telling me how to format the stuff. But I don't have that program... sad. :( I am going to put thoughts like this from now on: '....'
Well, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I actually wrote most of this last weekend, but then I had about a trillion tests in school and all that other dandy stuff. I know, no excuse. -_-;
Blah Blah Blah, the Kim Possible characters are property of Disney, I will kill you and eat your toes if you use my characters without my permission, et cetera and all of that other yummy stuff. Actually... don't really care if you use my original characters for some odd reason... :X I just wanted to say that. o_o;
All that disclaimer stuff is in the first chappie anyways, so... well, who really gives a shit? ...*cough*
// Chapter II //
Kim awoke, still in the noisy helicopter. In any other place, she would have stayed awake with all the racket of the aircraft, and remained cranky for the rest of the day. But, for one reason or another, she fell asleep automatically when her head hit Ron's shoulder. She blushed, just remembering what position she was in with him. 'Great,' Kim thought, 'they probably think we are a bunch of horny teenagers who won't concentrate on the job. How superb.'
But she couldn't move, in fear of waking him, because his head was atop of hers. Kim could tell he was asleep, for she heard a very faint snoring coming from him. She smiled, in spite of herself, and snuggled a bit closer to him. She didn't really understand why, but she didn't want to leave the spot, and she didn't even mind when his head nuzzled hers a bit. Her arm was wrapped around his, and she caressed her thumb on the base of his. He was warm, and it felt nice to be there...
'Good Lord! I AM a horny teenager!"
She shifted her eyes and viewed her surroundings, trying to get her mind off Ron. In the window, she could see the sun barely above the horizon, the sky still blue, but a inkling of orange now teasing the air. She reminded herself that she would have to snag Ron's cell phone and call her parents... They would be gone for three more days.
"Oye!" Kim, startled, jumped when Brad called to them. She hit Ron's head unintentionally when she had jumped. He groaned and rubbed his sore cheek, nodding grumpily as Kim mumbled an apology for her inadvertable action. They froze for a moment, acknowledging that their sides touched and that their arms were entwined. They blushed simultaneously and scooted away from each other. Kim looked back up, and was ashamed to see Sarah looking at them with a "knowing look" on her face. How embarrassing. She could tell Ron thought the situation was awkward too, for he tapped his foot on the metal floor of the helicopter and mumbled, almost incoherently,"So... How much longer?"
"That's what I wanted to tell you two; We will be there in about five minutes," Brad shouted to them.
"We are going to stop first at the station, so we can go over the case with you. Since it is nearing nightfall, we will take you to your hotel afterwards," Sarah said, a nasty little grin on her face. Kim thought she had liked the woman, but now she was annoying her because of Ron. Just like her mom.
'Well... this trip seems like it will be fun,' Kim sarcastically noted to herself.
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"There have been five murders in the last ten years: All of them couples who were 'taking a stroll' in the woods. There's been reports of strange activity in the area around there for a very long time," Brad told the two teens, emphasizing on the word very. He took a sip of his coffee, then continued with his story. "The locals have actually called the woods haunted!" he scoffed. "Nobody goes in there anymore."
Kim arched an eyebrow. "When did the last murder occur?"
"Wednesday. We decided to get some outside help... fucked up stuff has been happening there for, well, centuries. Hell, you could ask any old lady and she'd tell you about how her grandparents were also scared shitless of that place." He coughed. "Er, pardon the French."
Ron sighed. "We don't care. Now, you said there were five murders... that means there is a survivor?"
Kim looked at Ron, surprised. That went way over her head, for some reason. Kim mentally berated herself, 'You need to stay on the ball!'
Brad nodded in reply to Ron's intelligence. He looked down at his feet, an ran a hand through his brown hair. Kim could tell that his hazel eyes held sorrow. "Yeah. There is."
Sarah walked over to them, sitting next to Brad on the paper cluttered desk. "The last murder... the two people were around the same age as you. Are you sophomores or juniors?"
"Sophomores."
"These two were juniors. So anyways, they were in the woods. The parents of the boy told us they went in there because his dog ran in there. He lived right next to that place. They actually warned them to not go in there..." She shook her head. "They should have listened."
"The boy's father went in there when they didn't return after a couple of hours," Brad added. "He brought a shotgun with him, but it didn't matter anyways. He found his son... he was barely recognizable, half of his face was gone, and his friend was lying there... she was unconscious, and obviously... violated, yet still alive."
Kim kept her appearance cool, but on the inside she wanted to explode with anger. "Is there any evidence?" She asked calmly.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing!" Brad pounded on the desk in anger and frustration. "No prints, DNA, nothing! As it is in all of the murders that have happened. There are only bodies. Gio's body." He shook his head. "I'm sure you don't want to see it."
Kim was about to shout that she would, offended by the comment, even if it was true. Thankfully, Ron cut her off, as if he could read her mind. He gave her a blank look, a 'don't-act-stupid-to-quench-your-ego' look. He turned his attention back to Brad and said, "We'll take your word for it, but perhaps we can see the autopsy report?"
Brad nodded and handed him the papers. Ron briefly skimmed through it, but stopped a bit longer on the drawing of the corpse. Even the drawing was enough to make him want to vomit. 'Giovanni Ucello. He was just almost a year older than myself...' But he tried to keep his cool, like Kim. This wasn't the place to joke around and act immature.
Kim tried to reach for the papers, but he shook his head. "We will look at them later. Can we speak to the girl he was with?"
Sarah sighed, "Stoppable, the girl was brutally raped, had a knife carved into her... really, she barely said a word to us. Don't expect to get anything out of her."
Kim asked, "How do you know all the murders are linked together if there is never any evidence?"
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Miss Possible, we are not stupid. They all are in those woods, the same thing happens to the couple, almost everything is exact. The only exception is that its different people," she spat. "We keep certain details from the public, so there are no mimics. Besides, this isn't New York! Never are there serial killers, until now." Brad sighed at the last part of Sarah's sentence.
Kim gulped, "Details?"
"He carves the word 'Mine' somewhere on each female body."
Ron angrily clenched his fists. Sarah and Brad didn't notice, but Kim did."Can we go talk to her?" He pleaded.
Brad sipped his coffee and shrugged. "Go right on ahead. There is a student-memorial service for Gio tonight at the high school, starting in about an hour. She will most likely be there. Her name is Michelle Davis."
Sarah looked at the ground, discovering a new fascination for tile.
Ron sat up, and stormed out of the room without another word. Kim followed behind, waving slightly at the two of them before catching up with him.
Sarah warily looked at Brad. "Do you think it's a good idea to use these kids?"
"Hell, at least they know kung-fu."
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Kim and Ron walked together through the snowy landscape, heading towards the highschool. She looked at him, a hint of worry in her viridian eyes. Ron seemed so determined to catch this guy. He was completely silent, not ever stopping his grueling pace to the school. Kim shook her head to herself and looked to the left of the road. About a hundred yards away was the line of the forest, the trees grey and bare. Would she still have had the queasy feeling inside if she didn't hear about the murders?
"Ron, do you think this is such a good idea?"
"Why shouldn't we talk to her? She is the only witness, after all. You want to catch this guy, don't you?" Ron finally looked at her. His eyes held so much firmness, much more than she was used to with her usually blithe friend.
Kim sighed with a nod. She actually meant about being there in the first place, not talking with the girl. Murders were completely different from idiots with laser guns, trying to take over the world. You have solve a mystery... deal with death... Kim shivered to herself, partly from the cold, but mostly from the grisliness of the ordeal. But her face flushed when Ron handed her his sweatshirt.
"Ron, you only have a shirt under this! I can't take it."
"Long sleeved. And an undershirt. I don't really care anyways, the cold doesn't bother me much. Besides, we're almost at the highschool." Kim could tell he was also blushing faintly, though it was a bit hard to tell in the dark. 'Why am I acting like I have a crush on him?' she thought to herself, then quickly pushed the thought away before she dwelled upon it and answered it for herself.
Kim knew he wouldn't let her not have the sweatshirt, so she grabbed it and pulled it over herself. The sweatshirt smelled like detergent with a slight twist of Mexican food, perfectly Ron. Kim scolded herself once again for thinking of her best friend like that. 'What has gotten into me lately?'
Kim didn't know why, but she had been noticing all of the good things of Ron in a new light. She would never have denied that he was charming in his wacky attitude, but never before, until these recent months, had she really noticed his nice smile, his sloppy yet Ron-like blonde hair, his warm brown eyes...
He was so different from the average guy, and while she had usually thought of that as a blessing, it never before made her heart beat quicker at the sight of him.
Kim snapped out of her thoughts, and her face flushed even more (if that was possible,) when she saw Ron staring at her. She had stopped on the road after putting his sweatshirt on. 'Good Lord, I am acting like such a blockhead!'
She mumbled a thank you, finally, and kept on walking ahead. Ron looked at her quizzically, then decided to follow. He was freezing, after all.
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Kim and Ron entered the gym, warming up as soon as they stepped onto the hard wooden floor. There were many people on the green bleachers, girls crying, being comforted by their boyfriends, young men talking gravely amongst themselves, parents looking wearily at the center of the gym, where a group of students were working on a projector atop the painting of the schools mascot, and a handful of people staring at Ron and Kim enigmatically, since they didn't recognize them as members of the highschool or neighborhood.
Ron and Kim politely sat themselves at the bottom bleacher closest to them, looking around at the crowd. Kim was surprised at all of the people crying. "Did all of these people know him?" she whispered to Ron.
He looked round quickly and whispered back, "Maybe. Or they might be shocked by how he died." Ron scanned the audience. "Look at the center of the bottom row on the other side of the gym. Are those his parents and Michelle?"
Kim looked over. There was a middle aged couple, the woman looking pale and sorrowful, the man equally depressed, an arm over her shoulders. To the right of them was a girl with long, curly brown hair, looking dazed. But what really told her that it was Michelle Davis was the fact her right arm was in a cast and that she had a bandage over her right eye.
The lights dimmed and the crowd fell silent before Kim could continue her examination. She looked at the wall on the other side of the gym, where images were being flashed. A man, who seemed to be the principal, talked of the late Giovanni Ucello.
"Gio was well loved by everybody at the school. He was very funny, and truly kind to everybody around him..." Kim gulped, taking her focus away from the speech about Giovanni to the pictures on the wall. An image of a black haired young boy with wide, happy eyes, standing between two people, obviously his parents, in front of a Christmas tree. Ron was right, it was the same people he pointed to before, all though they were much happier in the images.
The next showed the same boy, even younger this time, sitting with a brown haired little girl in a red party dress. He had a cone hat on his head, and they shared a piece of cake, white frosting covering their grins.
This was followed by picture of an older version of him, around 13, with a shiny new saxophone in his hands. Next to him was the same girl who was sitting with the parents, a violin in hers. It was obviously a school picture for the band. More pictures followed, and Kim felt more and more empty and out of place. She barely knew the guy, but she still felt attached to him, somehow. She looked over at Ron, who was also staring at the wall. She grabbed his hand and focused again on the presentation. It was kind of hard with Ron caressing her hand a bit to comfort her.
The slide show ended with a picture of Gio, a recent picture, since he looked to be around Kim and Ron's age in it. He had his arm around the same girl who was in many of the pictures, Michelle, sticking out his tongue at the camera as Michelle had laughed.
Kim's muscles tensed. There was a picture of her and Ron just like that one on the night stand next to her bed.
She felt like she was going to cry, all though she thought she had no reason to.
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Eh, want to write mooore @_@; But I do have to update... -sigh-
Review, please :3
...I'm actually from Florida. Go figure. :D
And thank you to Geor-sama for telling me how to format the stuff. But I don't have that program... sad. :( I am going to put thoughts like this from now on: '....'
Well, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I actually wrote most of this last weekend, but then I had about a trillion tests in school and all that other dandy stuff. I know, no excuse. -_-;
Blah Blah Blah, the Kim Possible characters are property of Disney, I will kill you and eat your toes if you use my characters without my permission, et cetera and all of that other yummy stuff. Actually... don't really care if you use my original characters for some odd reason... :X I just wanted to say that. o_o;
All that disclaimer stuff is in the first chappie anyways, so... well, who really gives a shit? ...*cough*
// Chapter II //
Kim awoke, still in the noisy helicopter. In any other place, she would have stayed awake with all the racket of the aircraft, and remained cranky for the rest of the day. But, for one reason or another, she fell asleep automatically when her head hit Ron's shoulder. She blushed, just remembering what position she was in with him. 'Great,' Kim thought, 'they probably think we are a bunch of horny teenagers who won't concentrate on the job. How superb.'
But she couldn't move, in fear of waking him, because his head was atop of hers. Kim could tell he was asleep, for she heard a very faint snoring coming from him. She smiled, in spite of herself, and snuggled a bit closer to him. She didn't really understand why, but she didn't want to leave the spot, and she didn't even mind when his head nuzzled hers a bit. Her arm was wrapped around his, and she caressed her thumb on the base of his. He was warm, and it felt nice to be there...
'Good Lord! I AM a horny teenager!"
She shifted her eyes and viewed her surroundings, trying to get her mind off Ron. In the window, she could see the sun barely above the horizon, the sky still blue, but a inkling of orange now teasing the air. She reminded herself that she would have to snag Ron's cell phone and call her parents... They would be gone for three more days.
"Oye!" Kim, startled, jumped when Brad called to them. She hit Ron's head unintentionally when she had jumped. He groaned and rubbed his sore cheek, nodding grumpily as Kim mumbled an apology for her inadvertable action. They froze for a moment, acknowledging that their sides touched and that their arms were entwined. They blushed simultaneously and scooted away from each other. Kim looked back up, and was ashamed to see Sarah looking at them with a "knowing look" on her face. How embarrassing. She could tell Ron thought the situation was awkward too, for he tapped his foot on the metal floor of the helicopter and mumbled, almost incoherently,"So... How much longer?"
"That's what I wanted to tell you two; We will be there in about five minutes," Brad shouted to them.
"We are going to stop first at the station, so we can go over the case with you. Since it is nearing nightfall, we will take you to your hotel afterwards," Sarah said, a nasty little grin on her face. Kim thought she had liked the woman, but now she was annoying her because of Ron. Just like her mom.
'Well... this trip seems like it will be fun,' Kim sarcastically noted to herself.
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"There have been five murders in the last ten years: All of them couples who were 'taking a stroll' in the woods. There's been reports of strange activity in the area around there for a very long time," Brad told the two teens, emphasizing on the word very. He took a sip of his coffee, then continued with his story. "The locals have actually called the woods haunted!" he scoffed. "Nobody goes in there anymore."
Kim arched an eyebrow. "When did the last murder occur?"
"Wednesday. We decided to get some outside help... fucked up stuff has been happening there for, well, centuries. Hell, you could ask any old lady and she'd tell you about how her grandparents were also scared shitless of that place." He coughed. "Er, pardon the French."
Ron sighed. "We don't care. Now, you said there were five murders... that means there is a survivor?"
Kim looked at Ron, surprised. That went way over her head, for some reason. Kim mentally berated herself, 'You need to stay on the ball!'
Brad nodded in reply to Ron's intelligence. He looked down at his feet, an ran a hand through his brown hair. Kim could tell that his hazel eyes held sorrow. "Yeah. There is."
Sarah walked over to them, sitting next to Brad on the paper cluttered desk. "The last murder... the two people were around the same age as you. Are you sophomores or juniors?"
"Sophomores."
"These two were juniors. So anyways, they were in the woods. The parents of the boy told us they went in there because his dog ran in there. He lived right next to that place. They actually warned them to not go in there..." She shook her head. "They should have listened."
"The boy's father went in there when they didn't return after a couple of hours," Brad added. "He brought a shotgun with him, but it didn't matter anyways. He found his son... he was barely recognizable, half of his face was gone, and his friend was lying there... she was unconscious, and obviously... violated, yet still alive."
Kim kept her appearance cool, but on the inside she wanted to explode with anger. "Is there any evidence?" She asked calmly.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing!" Brad pounded on the desk in anger and frustration. "No prints, DNA, nothing! As it is in all of the murders that have happened. There are only bodies. Gio's body." He shook his head. "I'm sure you don't want to see it."
Kim was about to shout that she would, offended by the comment, even if it was true. Thankfully, Ron cut her off, as if he could read her mind. He gave her a blank look, a 'don't-act-stupid-to-quench-your-ego' look. He turned his attention back to Brad and said, "We'll take your word for it, but perhaps we can see the autopsy report?"
Brad nodded and handed him the papers. Ron briefly skimmed through it, but stopped a bit longer on the drawing of the corpse. Even the drawing was enough to make him want to vomit. 'Giovanni Ucello. He was just almost a year older than myself...' But he tried to keep his cool, like Kim. This wasn't the place to joke around and act immature.
Kim tried to reach for the papers, but he shook his head. "We will look at them later. Can we speak to the girl he was with?"
Sarah sighed, "Stoppable, the girl was brutally raped, had a knife carved into her... really, she barely said a word to us. Don't expect to get anything out of her."
Kim asked, "How do you know all the murders are linked together if there is never any evidence?"
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Miss Possible, we are not stupid. They all are in those woods, the same thing happens to the couple, almost everything is exact. The only exception is that its different people," she spat. "We keep certain details from the public, so there are no mimics. Besides, this isn't New York! Never are there serial killers, until now." Brad sighed at the last part of Sarah's sentence.
Kim gulped, "Details?"
"He carves the word 'Mine' somewhere on each female body."
Ron angrily clenched his fists. Sarah and Brad didn't notice, but Kim did."Can we go talk to her?" He pleaded.
Brad sipped his coffee and shrugged. "Go right on ahead. There is a student-memorial service for Gio tonight at the high school, starting in about an hour. She will most likely be there. Her name is Michelle Davis."
Sarah looked at the ground, discovering a new fascination for tile.
Ron sat up, and stormed out of the room without another word. Kim followed behind, waving slightly at the two of them before catching up with him.
Sarah warily looked at Brad. "Do you think it's a good idea to use these kids?"
"Hell, at least they know kung-fu."
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Kim and Ron walked together through the snowy landscape, heading towards the highschool. She looked at him, a hint of worry in her viridian eyes. Ron seemed so determined to catch this guy. He was completely silent, not ever stopping his grueling pace to the school. Kim shook her head to herself and looked to the left of the road. About a hundred yards away was the line of the forest, the trees grey and bare. Would she still have had the queasy feeling inside if she didn't hear about the murders?
"Ron, do you think this is such a good idea?"
"Why shouldn't we talk to her? She is the only witness, after all. You want to catch this guy, don't you?" Ron finally looked at her. His eyes held so much firmness, much more than she was used to with her usually blithe friend.
Kim sighed with a nod. She actually meant about being there in the first place, not talking with the girl. Murders were completely different from idiots with laser guns, trying to take over the world. You have solve a mystery... deal with death... Kim shivered to herself, partly from the cold, but mostly from the grisliness of the ordeal. But her face flushed when Ron handed her his sweatshirt.
"Ron, you only have a shirt under this! I can't take it."
"Long sleeved. And an undershirt. I don't really care anyways, the cold doesn't bother me much. Besides, we're almost at the highschool." Kim could tell he was also blushing faintly, though it was a bit hard to tell in the dark. 'Why am I acting like I have a crush on him?' she thought to herself, then quickly pushed the thought away before she dwelled upon it and answered it for herself.
Kim knew he wouldn't let her not have the sweatshirt, so she grabbed it and pulled it over herself. The sweatshirt smelled like detergent with a slight twist of Mexican food, perfectly Ron. Kim scolded herself once again for thinking of her best friend like that. 'What has gotten into me lately?'
Kim didn't know why, but she had been noticing all of the good things of Ron in a new light. She would never have denied that he was charming in his wacky attitude, but never before, until these recent months, had she really noticed his nice smile, his sloppy yet Ron-like blonde hair, his warm brown eyes...
He was so different from the average guy, and while she had usually thought of that as a blessing, it never before made her heart beat quicker at the sight of him.
Kim snapped out of her thoughts, and her face flushed even more (if that was possible,) when she saw Ron staring at her. She had stopped on the road after putting his sweatshirt on. 'Good Lord, I am acting like such a blockhead!'
She mumbled a thank you, finally, and kept on walking ahead. Ron looked at her quizzically, then decided to follow. He was freezing, after all.
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Kim and Ron entered the gym, warming up as soon as they stepped onto the hard wooden floor. There were many people on the green bleachers, girls crying, being comforted by their boyfriends, young men talking gravely amongst themselves, parents looking wearily at the center of the gym, where a group of students were working on a projector atop the painting of the schools mascot, and a handful of people staring at Ron and Kim enigmatically, since they didn't recognize them as members of the highschool or neighborhood.
Ron and Kim politely sat themselves at the bottom bleacher closest to them, looking around at the crowd. Kim was surprised at all of the people crying. "Did all of these people know him?" she whispered to Ron.
He looked round quickly and whispered back, "Maybe. Or they might be shocked by how he died." Ron scanned the audience. "Look at the center of the bottom row on the other side of the gym. Are those his parents and Michelle?"
Kim looked over. There was a middle aged couple, the woman looking pale and sorrowful, the man equally depressed, an arm over her shoulders. To the right of them was a girl with long, curly brown hair, looking dazed. But what really told her that it was Michelle Davis was the fact her right arm was in a cast and that she had a bandage over her right eye.
The lights dimmed and the crowd fell silent before Kim could continue her examination. She looked at the wall on the other side of the gym, where images were being flashed. A man, who seemed to be the principal, talked of the late Giovanni Ucello.
"Gio was well loved by everybody at the school. He was very funny, and truly kind to everybody around him..." Kim gulped, taking her focus away from the speech about Giovanni to the pictures on the wall. An image of a black haired young boy with wide, happy eyes, standing between two people, obviously his parents, in front of a Christmas tree. Ron was right, it was the same people he pointed to before, all though they were much happier in the images.
The next showed the same boy, even younger this time, sitting with a brown haired little girl in a red party dress. He had a cone hat on his head, and they shared a piece of cake, white frosting covering their grins.
This was followed by picture of an older version of him, around 13, with a shiny new saxophone in his hands. Next to him was the same girl who was sitting with the parents, a violin in hers. It was obviously a school picture for the band. More pictures followed, and Kim felt more and more empty and out of place. She barely knew the guy, but she still felt attached to him, somehow. She looked over at Ron, who was also staring at the wall. She grabbed his hand and focused again on the presentation. It was kind of hard with Ron caressing her hand a bit to comfort her.
The slide show ended with a picture of Gio, a recent picture, since he looked to be around Kim and Ron's age in it. He had his arm around the same girl who was in many of the pictures, Michelle, sticking out his tongue at the camera as Michelle had laughed.
Kim's muscles tensed. There was a picture of her and Ron just like that one on the night stand next to her bed.
She felt like she was going to cry, all though she thought she had no reason to.
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Eh, want to write mooore @_@; But I do have to update... -sigh-
Review, please :3