Kim dragged a protesting Shego down the hall to the backroom. She flung
open the door, and burst in. Monique looked up and smiled calmly. "Hello,
Kim. Hello, Shego. Lovely day isn't it?"
Kim, panting, looked around. Jim and Tim were sleeping peacefully on the floor. Ron was no where to be found. Cold fear struck Kim as she gazed at her brothers. She shook Jim awake, dread working its way into her subconscious. "Jim! Wake up!" He didn't stir.
Kim spied some flowers in the windowsill. She reached for them but was stopped by Monique's cool hand. "I'm afraid I cannot permit you to take those flowers," she said calmly. Kim shook Monique off, and reached for them again, but suddenly a fist like iron steel clenched around her wrist and twisted her arm.
Kim grunted in pain as Monique opened her mouth and screeched, pointing at her. Kim cried out. "Shego! She's calling more!" But Shego was already in action, prying Monique's hand off Kim's arm, and throwing her to the floor. "Grab the flowers!" she called, and Kim snatched them off the sill and smushed them to the floor.
Jim and Tim slowly woke up, and Kim grabbed them and ran for the door, Shego directly behind her. But just then, two figures appeared at the door, blocking their escape. Drakkan, Kim saw, and...RON!!
"Ron!" Kim cried out, and it felt as if someone had ripped her heart out. Her best friend was a pod person! Ron and Drakkan merely pointed at them and screeched loudly. Shego lashed out with her green glowing hands, striking a wound against Drakkan, making an entrance for them to escape.
The four of them dashed outside of the lair, climbing down the rocks, trying desperately to avoid the three body-hunters, whose screams echoed across the sky.
~
Jim, Tim, and Shego were sleeping, although Kim didn't feel at ease letting Shego even come near her little brothers now.
She could feel a burning behind her eyelids, and she lifted them slowly- feeling like they weighed a hundred tons. Tears slipped out and left traces of glitter across her cheeks. She buried her head in her arms and cried silently, the tears flowing like rain. And like rain, they brought ease for her.
And as she wept, she remembered all the good times she, Ron, and Rufus had shared together. Eating nacos at Bueno Nacho, being on the cheerleading squad together (him as the Mad Dog mascot), and going on missions together- and succeeding every time. She remembered one particular phrase that brought on more tears: "Ron, I couldn't live without you."
"I can't live without you," she whispered to the night. "I can't live without you." But now Ron was gone, dead, existing only in a shell of what he once had been-and in her memories.
Now, Kim could only wish that the pod people would hurry up and kill her too-this pain was almost too great to bear. Her parents were dead-Wade and Monique were dead-now Ron and Rufus too?
How much heartache could a girl endure? "Now, Kimmie-Cub," she remembered hearing her dad say, "remember this one thing. Anything is possible for a Possible."
"Anything is possible for a Possible," she whispered to herself. She could feel her sadness turning into a steely, controlled rage. What scared her about it was that if the wrong spring was sprung, her rage could lash out. Perhaps at the wrong person.
Kim, panting, looked around. Jim and Tim were sleeping peacefully on the floor. Ron was no where to be found. Cold fear struck Kim as she gazed at her brothers. She shook Jim awake, dread working its way into her subconscious. "Jim! Wake up!" He didn't stir.
Kim spied some flowers in the windowsill. She reached for them but was stopped by Monique's cool hand. "I'm afraid I cannot permit you to take those flowers," she said calmly. Kim shook Monique off, and reached for them again, but suddenly a fist like iron steel clenched around her wrist and twisted her arm.
Kim grunted in pain as Monique opened her mouth and screeched, pointing at her. Kim cried out. "Shego! She's calling more!" But Shego was already in action, prying Monique's hand off Kim's arm, and throwing her to the floor. "Grab the flowers!" she called, and Kim snatched them off the sill and smushed them to the floor.
Jim and Tim slowly woke up, and Kim grabbed them and ran for the door, Shego directly behind her. But just then, two figures appeared at the door, blocking their escape. Drakkan, Kim saw, and...RON!!
"Ron!" Kim cried out, and it felt as if someone had ripped her heart out. Her best friend was a pod person! Ron and Drakkan merely pointed at them and screeched loudly. Shego lashed out with her green glowing hands, striking a wound against Drakkan, making an entrance for them to escape.
The four of them dashed outside of the lair, climbing down the rocks, trying desperately to avoid the three body-hunters, whose screams echoed across the sky.
~
Jim, Tim, and Shego were sleeping, although Kim didn't feel at ease letting Shego even come near her little brothers now.
She could feel a burning behind her eyelids, and she lifted them slowly- feeling like they weighed a hundred tons. Tears slipped out and left traces of glitter across her cheeks. She buried her head in her arms and cried silently, the tears flowing like rain. And like rain, they brought ease for her.
And as she wept, she remembered all the good times she, Ron, and Rufus had shared together. Eating nacos at Bueno Nacho, being on the cheerleading squad together (him as the Mad Dog mascot), and going on missions together- and succeeding every time. She remembered one particular phrase that brought on more tears: "Ron, I couldn't live without you."
"I can't live without you," she whispered to the night. "I can't live without you." But now Ron was gone, dead, existing only in a shell of what he once had been-and in her memories.
Now, Kim could only wish that the pod people would hurry up and kill her too-this pain was almost too great to bear. Her parents were dead-Wade and Monique were dead-now Ron and Rufus too?
How much heartache could a girl endure? "Now, Kimmie-Cub," she remembered hearing her dad say, "remember this one thing. Anything is possible for a Possible."
"Anything is possible for a Possible," she whispered to herself. She could feel her sadness turning into a steely, controlled rage. What scared her about it was that if the wrong spring was sprung, her rage could lash out. Perhaps at the wrong person.