The helicoptor created small waves in its wake as it skimmed over the ocean. Below the aircraft, a single sleek dolphin erupted from the foam-topped waves and soared through the air, undeniably joyful. It glanced curiously at the strange new creature that occupied the sky, and then plunged back into the sea. The machine's whirling blades created a thwacking noise that seemed out of place above the silent desert of salt water. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to where we left off in Chapter 8.
After the three had regained their breath and gotten a hold on the panicky terror that came from nearly drowning and being eaten alive, they'd swum back to the shore of the island and been joined by an eager Drakken.
Kim had switched on the Kimmunicator only to find that the device's long distance communications had been disrupted, not very surprisingly, by a day and a half of being soaked in salt water. Just when Ron had been about to have another panic attack, the teenage heroine ripped a section off the back of the Kimmunicator to reveal a hidden panel of numbered buttons, and had pressed five of them in a certain order.
When her actions were met by curious/doubtful glances, the crime-fighting agent explained, "An emergency signal. It'll bring an autopiloted helicoptor to wherever the Kimmunicator happens to be, and then the autopilot will degrade so it can be steered like a normal helicoptor." She got three nods in return. But in truth, only one of the three had fully understood her explanation. A half hour later, a small helicoptor had landed on the sandy banks of the island, and all 4 had boarded the craft.
Shego was in the pilot's chair, flying the helicoptor. Kim grudgingly admitted that whetever else could be said about the villainess, she was a skilled pilot. She wore her usual scowl as she focused on the control panel.
Behind his assitant, Drakken was fiddling with the straps on his parachute pack (there had been 5 of them hanging on hooks inside the helicoptor). The evil "genius" nearly suceeded in shooting off the parachute right then and there inside the helicoptor, which would not have been fun for any of it's passengers. Thankfully he'd been distracted by a sharp swerve from the helicoptor to avoid a migrating flock of pelicans.
Kim glanced over her shoulder. Ron was rummaging through a wooden crate in the back of the helicoptor that appeared, for no apparent reason, to be full of the sort of interesting, yet extremely odd junk you're find at a garage sale. "Sweet!" her goofy friend exclaimed, triumphantly pulling a dusty comic from the box. "Justice Friends # 48! I've been looking for this one!" He flopped down against the crate and started paging through the comic. With a roll of the eyes, Kim turned her gaze towards the small side window.
There was a stronger wind picking up in the afternoon sun, and now medium-sized waves raced across the ocean. Kim watched the foamy tops of the waves, and remembered a Greek myth they'd read in English class, about how Poseidon, God of the Sea, had driven hundreds of great white horses into the sea, and they thundered across the ocean. Their hooves created the enormous waves, and then the horses pulled the waves that served as a chariot for the Sea God himself.
But, despite her attempts to distract herself, Kim couldn't lose the feeling that she and Ron were in danger. Her senses were hyperaware, cringing involuntarily at every small movement. Her muscles were tense, and her skin crawled at the fact they were in a confined space above a deadly ocean with two of their worst enemies. While Ron seemed completely at ease, Kim just couldn't bring herself to actually believe the villains would keep their part of the deal.
Now Kim saw land approaching, and suddenly they were no longer skimming over waves and the darting shadows that represented fish, but the houses of a small European town.
Shego stood up. She grabbed her own parachute pack and strapped it on. "That's our stop." Quickly, she punched a small black button on the controls, and the side door in the helicoptor slid open with a groan. The villainess pushed her employer out the door into the wind before he could do anything but yelp. She looked over her shoulder at Kim and Ron. "Remember, no army." Then she was gone, and the door slammed shut with a metallic sound. Kim slid into the pilot's chair and turned the helicoptor west, back towards a American city called Middleton.
Ron asked mildly, "Did you call the army?", barely looking up from the comic.
His friend shook her head slightly, gazing stonily out through the windshield. "Nah."
Now the teenage boy glanced up at her curiously. "Why not?"
"I promised, Ron." replied Kim unhappily, extremely annoyed at allowing her foes to escape once again. And yet...and yet if she had gone back on her word, how did that make her different from the people she fought? When you really thought about it, some heroes did as many terrible things as villains to achieve their goals. That was why Kim preferred not to think about it. It was easier just to think that her side was good, their side was bad, end of story.
Ron simply nodded. He understood. Perhaps he understood why she was troubled better then anyone else could have, simply because the teenage boy had a wider view of morality then most people. He felt sorry for the villains. Most agents didn't think of villains as people, it was easier that way. But Ron felt a natural sympathy for the wrong side of the law.
To lighten the mood, he changed the subject. "First things first, we have to pick up Rufus, and it's obvious where he'll be."
Kim looked over her shoulder. "No. We are NOT going to-"
To the tune of California Here I Come , Ron sang out, "Bueno Nacho here we come..." Kim rolled her eyes. It was another day.
Somewhere far away...
In a long, shadowy corridor, out of the darkness stepped the same stranger that had been watching the four stranded on the island. For several moments, the stranger could be seen clearly. It was an android, a silver metal creature shaped roughly like the torso of a human attached to a set of tractory wheels. Two long, metal arms with 5 fingers came from the place on the raised portion of the android where the ribs would be on a human. Then the robot's outside metal layer changed to mimick the gray, sandpaper-textured material that made up the walls.
One of the arms reached out to the left and inserted its hand in a small, rectangular slot in the middle of the wall. The whole wall, which was actually an enormous screen, suddenly erupted with images of Kim Possible that the android has gathered from spying on her from the island.
From further up the hallway, a voice mumured, "She will do. She will do."
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. I didn't enjoy writing it at all, to be honest, that's why it took so long for me to post it, and I don't think the chapter's that good. But now I get to go on to my next story, "Bloodlines". If you're still curious about the Source, there will be a lot more revealed about it in Bloodlines. See you all, hopefully, on the reviews of Bloodlines, and I sincerely hope you enjoyed Stranded.
Random KP Quote Of The Day:
Drakken (in Dobbs' body): Declare me the supreme ruler, or I will neutronalize a different city every hour on the hour! (drops the Drakken puppet) There, that should do it.
Shego: What does neutronalize mean, anyway?
Drakken (in Dobbs' body): I have no idea, but the military had it, it was top secret, that's good enough for me.
-Mind Games
After the three had regained their breath and gotten a hold on the panicky terror that came from nearly drowning and being eaten alive, they'd swum back to the shore of the island and been joined by an eager Drakken.
Kim had switched on the Kimmunicator only to find that the device's long distance communications had been disrupted, not very surprisingly, by a day and a half of being soaked in salt water. Just when Ron had been about to have another panic attack, the teenage heroine ripped a section off the back of the Kimmunicator to reveal a hidden panel of numbered buttons, and had pressed five of them in a certain order.
When her actions were met by curious/doubtful glances, the crime-fighting agent explained, "An emergency signal. It'll bring an autopiloted helicoptor to wherever the Kimmunicator happens to be, and then the autopilot will degrade so it can be steered like a normal helicoptor." She got three nods in return. But in truth, only one of the three had fully understood her explanation. A half hour later, a small helicoptor had landed on the sandy banks of the island, and all 4 had boarded the craft.
Shego was in the pilot's chair, flying the helicoptor. Kim grudgingly admitted that whetever else could be said about the villainess, she was a skilled pilot. She wore her usual scowl as she focused on the control panel.
Behind his assitant, Drakken was fiddling with the straps on his parachute pack (there had been 5 of them hanging on hooks inside the helicoptor). The evil "genius" nearly suceeded in shooting off the parachute right then and there inside the helicoptor, which would not have been fun for any of it's passengers. Thankfully he'd been distracted by a sharp swerve from the helicoptor to avoid a migrating flock of pelicans.
Kim glanced over her shoulder. Ron was rummaging through a wooden crate in the back of the helicoptor that appeared, for no apparent reason, to be full of the sort of interesting, yet extremely odd junk you're find at a garage sale. "Sweet!" her goofy friend exclaimed, triumphantly pulling a dusty comic from the box. "Justice Friends # 48! I've been looking for this one!" He flopped down against the crate and started paging through the comic. With a roll of the eyes, Kim turned her gaze towards the small side window.
There was a stronger wind picking up in the afternoon sun, and now medium-sized waves raced across the ocean. Kim watched the foamy tops of the waves, and remembered a Greek myth they'd read in English class, about how Poseidon, God of the Sea, had driven hundreds of great white horses into the sea, and they thundered across the ocean. Their hooves created the enormous waves, and then the horses pulled the waves that served as a chariot for the Sea God himself.
But, despite her attempts to distract herself, Kim couldn't lose the feeling that she and Ron were in danger. Her senses were hyperaware, cringing involuntarily at every small movement. Her muscles were tense, and her skin crawled at the fact they were in a confined space above a deadly ocean with two of their worst enemies. While Ron seemed completely at ease, Kim just couldn't bring herself to actually believe the villains would keep their part of the deal.
Now Kim saw land approaching, and suddenly they were no longer skimming over waves and the darting shadows that represented fish, but the houses of a small European town.
Shego stood up. She grabbed her own parachute pack and strapped it on. "That's our stop." Quickly, she punched a small black button on the controls, and the side door in the helicoptor slid open with a groan. The villainess pushed her employer out the door into the wind before he could do anything but yelp. She looked over her shoulder at Kim and Ron. "Remember, no army." Then she was gone, and the door slammed shut with a metallic sound. Kim slid into the pilot's chair and turned the helicoptor west, back towards a American city called Middleton.
Ron asked mildly, "Did you call the army?", barely looking up from the comic.
His friend shook her head slightly, gazing stonily out through the windshield. "Nah."
Now the teenage boy glanced up at her curiously. "Why not?"
"I promised, Ron." replied Kim unhappily, extremely annoyed at allowing her foes to escape once again. And yet...and yet if she had gone back on her word, how did that make her different from the people she fought? When you really thought about it, some heroes did as many terrible things as villains to achieve their goals. That was why Kim preferred not to think about it. It was easier just to think that her side was good, their side was bad, end of story.
Ron simply nodded. He understood. Perhaps he understood why she was troubled better then anyone else could have, simply because the teenage boy had a wider view of morality then most people. He felt sorry for the villains. Most agents didn't think of villains as people, it was easier that way. But Ron felt a natural sympathy for the wrong side of the law.
To lighten the mood, he changed the subject. "First things first, we have to pick up Rufus, and it's obvious where he'll be."
Kim looked over her shoulder. "No. We are NOT going to-"
To the tune of California Here I Come , Ron sang out, "Bueno Nacho here we come..." Kim rolled her eyes. It was another day.
Somewhere far away...
In a long, shadowy corridor, out of the darkness stepped the same stranger that had been watching the four stranded on the island. For several moments, the stranger could be seen clearly. It was an android, a silver metal creature shaped roughly like the torso of a human attached to a set of tractory wheels. Two long, metal arms with 5 fingers came from the place on the raised portion of the android where the ribs would be on a human. Then the robot's outside metal layer changed to mimick the gray, sandpaper-textured material that made up the walls.
One of the arms reached out to the left and inserted its hand in a small, rectangular slot in the middle of the wall. The whole wall, which was actually an enormous screen, suddenly erupted with images of Kim Possible that the android has gathered from spying on her from the island.
From further up the hallway, a voice mumured, "She will do. She will do."
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. I didn't enjoy writing it at all, to be honest, that's why it took so long for me to post it, and I don't think the chapter's that good. But now I get to go on to my next story, "Bloodlines". If you're still curious about the Source, there will be a lot more revealed about it in Bloodlines. See you all, hopefully, on the reviews of Bloodlines, and I sincerely hope you enjoyed Stranded.
Random KP Quote Of The Day:
Drakken (in Dobbs' body): Declare me the supreme ruler, or I will neutronalize a different city every hour on the hour! (drops the Drakken puppet) There, that should do it.
Shego: What does neutronalize mean, anyway?
Drakken (in Dobbs' body): I have no idea, but the military had it, it was top secret, that's good enough for me.
-Mind Games