Chapter 6: The Truth Behind Teen-Hero Kim Possible
Dr. Possible slowly pulled himself to a seated position and looked around his surroundings. He was on a cot in what appeared to be a prison cell. He didn't really have much time to study his surroundings when the door slowly and loudly opened. "Ah, Dr. Possible, so nice to see you again. It has been too long!" Dr. Drakken said, walking in with a few armed guards.
"You've buffed up, Drakken," Dr. Possible said mock-politely, "Steroids or an untested and foolish experiment?"
Drakken looked down at his now much larger, muscular frame, "No, a tested experiment this time, and I have you to thank for it. It was one of your own little discoveries. I'm sure you're familiar with the technique you and Dr. Hunter gave Foxhound called 'Gene Therapy'?"
"How did you get Gene Therapy?" Dr. Possible asked, worry crossing his features.
"I have joined a group that will aid me in what I want most," Drakken stated, "World domination and your daughter broken and bowing at my feet. Are you familiar with the Sons of Liberty and the Patriots?"
"Patriots? How did you? … We had a deal!" Dr. Possible hissed, getting to his feet.
Drakken smiled evilly at the scientist, "I am well aware of the deal you made with the Council, Doctor, but right now I … err… we're making the rules, and you will abide by them or else."
"Or else what?" Dr. Possible asked, narrowing his eyes.
Drakken smiled widely and turned his back, "Allow me to show you." He then nodded to the guards, "Bring him."
The guards then grabbed Dr. Possible roughly by the arms and drug him out of the cell and down the hallway.
Drakken and the guards led Dr. Possible to a room with one way window. "Hmm, never would've pegged her to wear lace, but you can never really judge a book by the cover, can you, 'Daddy'?" Drakken asked, drawing his attention to the room on the other side of the window.
The other room was a high-tech torture chamber. But what drew his attention was what was in the center of the room, "Kimmie!" Dr. Possible gasped. Kim was in a strange ring-like machine with her arms and legs attached to large shackles that covered her forearms and calves completely; her slightly baggy cargo pants were removed leaving her only in her trademark green tank top and pink lace panties.
"Now, watch Ocelot do his thing," Drakken said with a proud smile as he watched the older terrorist walk into the torture chamber.
Ocelot walked to a control panel beside the device holding Kim, and pressed in a few commands. A moment later, Kim's back arched and she started throwing her head back and forth while she held her lower lip tight between her teeth as the electric current became visible on her body, sparking and crackling over her skin. Ocelot deactivated the machine almost one minute later, and Kim went limp in the machine, her chest rising and falling rapidly as a small amount of steam began to rise from her body.
"What do you want?" Dr. Possible asked, staring at his daughter as she gasped for breath.
"Our Metal Gear designs are incomplete, Doctor," Drakken informed, "As much as I enjoy watching Kim Possible in excruciating pain, we'll stop torturing her if you agree to complete the Metal Gear weapon designs. So what do you say?"
"You'll let her go?"
"I didn't say that. I said we'd stop torturing her," Drakken laughed, "We'll let her and you both go when you finish the designs and we see they work."
"You swear you'll stop hurting her?" Dr. Possible asked, eyeing Drakken carefully.
"I give my word," Drakken said, holding up his hand.
"All right, I'll help you, but if you hurt Kimmie any more …" He warned.
"Very well", he then pressed a button and spoke into a mike, "Mission complete, Ocelot," he then released the button and turned to the guards, "Take Dr. Possible to the design laboratory. Sooner you finish, the sooner you and your little girl get to go home."
Drakken stood there and watched the guards lead Dr. Possible out of the room. Once he was gone, Drakken turned back to the mike, "Coast is clear; have fun, but save some for me," He spoke into the mike.
Ocelot smiled, and then pressed some more keys and Kim went back to twisting and writhing in pain.
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Four days later …
The armored door of the hidden laboratory finally gave in to the kicks as Solid Snake, Shadow Snake, and Meryl stomped in with Assault Rifles on their shoulders, "Kim?" Shadow called, turning a corner quickly and putting his rifle right in DNAmy's face as she was about to do some DNA splicing experiment.
"Where's Kim Possible?" Ron barked with the gun in the frightened villain's face.
"I … I don't know honestly …" DNAmy gulped, "I swear I'll never do anything criminal again, just don't shoot me …"
Ron answered by spinning the gun around to hold the barrel and then swung it like a bat, taking out her chemical table once then swinging again at a wall shattering the gun.
"Get out of here," Snake snarled, and the evil geneticist gulped before dashing out of the lab. Snake watched her leave before turning to the trembling, enraged teen, "You need to calm down."
"We've searched every cave, cavern, and hidden lair in Middleton, Snake," Ron growled, punching the wall so hard the skin on his knuckles split under his gloves, "Kim and her dad are with Ocelot right now because I left them alone. If I hadn't I…"
"Could've, would've, should've," Snake snapped, "Get over yourself and go back to the house and get some sleep, you've had what? Two hours sleep in the last four days? Despite the Gene Therapy and the nanomachines you got when you joined Foxhound, you're still human, Shadow."
"No, I'm not going to sleep until I know she's … they're safe," Ron snapped, stomping past Snake and a very worried looking Meryl.
Ron walked out of the lair and mounted his bike, "KP, where the hell are you? If Ocelot's hurt you in any way … I don't care if you hate me for hurting him, I'm going to tear him apart." He growled before kick starting his bike and speeding back to Middleton.
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As the bike roared down the street, Ron heard the beep of his Kimmunicator go off, and quickly veered to the side of the road, "What's up, Wade?" Ron asked as the chubby teen genius came on the screen.
"Um, Ron, I'd rather not say on this thing, just …" Wade said avoiding looking at his face, "Just get to Kim's house ASAP. OK, you'll understand when you get there."
Ron didn't reply, but spun the bike in its place and went straight towards Kim's.
Ron jumped off the bike almost before it stopped and ran in to the house where Mrs. Possible sat on a couch rolled up in a ball holding her remaining children tight to her side. "Mrs. P? What's wrong? Have you? …" She answered by pointing to the coffee table with a medium sized package with 'to: Solid and Shadow Snake' scribbled on the top.
Ron slowly opened the package, and pulled out a small letter. "Shadow Snake, I know you're reading this first; don't think I can forget the first name you called when I had you in my little toy a year ago. I am positive you are absolutely worried sick about your precious KP now, are you not? We are having a grand time, and if you want to see her and her father alive again I suggest you and Solid Snake come alone to the following location tonight. See you soon, Ron. Ocelot."
Ron reached into the package and what he pulled out made his heart beat even faster than before with worry. "Kim's cargo pants …" Ron sighed, pulling out the neatly folded pants. "Ocelot …"
"Ron? Are they going to be ok?" Mrs. Possible asked, standing up away from the worried looking twins.
"They will be if I have any kind of say in it, Mrs. P; I promise," Ron said before the woman, who had long since been considered his second mother hugged him and began to sob softly on his shoulder, "I promise I'll bring them home tonight," He said, rubbing her back soothingly.
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"It's obviously a trap," Snake said, rereading the note again.
"I know it's a trap, Snake," Ron said rubbing his eyes, "but he'll kill them if we don't go."
"I know," Snake said, "If he hasn't already …"
"She's not dead," Ron said sitting down looking off into space, "I can feel it; she's still alive."
"Ok, then," Snake said looking at his former student worriedly, "We leave at nineteen hundred hours, be ready."
"I will be."
"That's not for several hours, Ron," Meryl said pushing him toward his bedroom, "Try to sleep, ok?"
"Yeah, no point in falling asleep when you go rescue your girlfriend," Snake smirked.
"She's not mine. She's Mankey's, remember?" Ron sighed.
"Yup, but that was before he ran like a little bitch when she was in trouble; I doubt that will bode for him well when you get her back," Snake smirked, "Now go dream of what ya going to do to her when you get her home," he winked before shoving him the rest of the way into his room.
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A few hours later, at a large cave entrance in the mountains, Snake and Ron stood in the shadows, sticking to the back of a large rock, "I'm leading. You're too anxious; that's a danger in this kind of thing," Snake stated, looking out for any guards, "Anxiety will get you killed. Relax we'll find them both, so don't get frustrated."
Ron nodded silently before following his mentor into the cave and finding a boulder had been moved since their last visit the day before.
"It's too easy," Snake whispered, easing around the corner to check for guards.
"Of course, Snake," Ron spoke softly, "They want us in here so they can kill us, duh."
"Around that Possible girl for a week, and you're already packing a Coloradoan attitude again," Snake smirked, "I look forward to getting you back in VR when we get back to HQ; I'll fix that little attitude."
"When we last met, I was but a child," Ron spoke, lowering his voice's octave and breathing heavily, "Now I am the master."
Snake rolled his eyes, and signaled for them to continue.
"Not a single guard, this is definitely a trap," Ron spoke, but felt himself stepping into a puddle of something, "What the…?"
Ron looked down and his heart shot up his throat, "Oh God no …" the hall was covered in blood where someone was bleeding heavily and being dragged.
"Shadow, wait!" Snake called after Ron, who ran after the trail of blood.
Ron dashed toward the door where the blood lead to, and kicked the door open. The sight before him in the room shattered his heart and the ice shields around his emotions. "Dr. Possible!" he cried, diving to his second father's side.
The elder scientist laid in the corner of the storage room, six gun shot wounds littering his torso. "R-Ron? I knew you'd find us …" He gasped through painful breaths.
"Save your strength, we'll get you some help," Ron said, desperately trying to think of a quick fix to save him.
"Don't worry … about me, son," Dr. Possible gasped, "You have to save Kimmie …" he then took the young man's hand and squeezed it, "I've got to get this off my chest, so I can go in peace, please … just hear me out …" Ron nodded, tears threatening his eyes. "Kim, she's not what she and the rest of the world believe. Everything she's done, her popularity, almost all her adventures … everything … Ron, they are not real …"
"What?" Ron asked as a cold chill ran down his spine.
"I made a deal five years ago with the Patriots," Dr. Possible said, now crying freely, "They're the real dictators of the United States, Ron; they've had full control of the country since the Civil War, all the presidents, governors, Congress, even national heroes like Kim, it's all rigged. They wanted my data on how to have Gene Therapy without causing the participant to lose his or her mind … it was then Kim's wild streak was starting to grow; she wanted so desperately to be a hero … I gave them the data in exchange for Kim being made into a hero. They nudged and led a few terrorists without any real experience or knowledge to Middleton, pushed Dr. Director to encourage her, staged some emergencies, it was all just a show… I'm so sorry, Ron; you were being used as well for that, please forgive me … please …" he then coughed and a small stream of blood slid down his chin.
"Is it me you should be apologizing to?" Ron asked, hurt by the revelation but even more hurt by the fact of his losing two fathers in one lifetime, "Hang on, so you can clear the plate clean with KP."
"I doubt I'll last that long, Ron," Dr. Possible said, his eyelids slowly lowering, "You know, I always thought of you as a son, and had you as my personal pick for son-in-law …"
"I thought you didn't like boys around KP," Ron smiled, trying to hide the pink coming to his cheeks.
"Ever seen me upset with you being around her?" Dr. Possible laughed weakly, "or even when you slept over in HER room AFTER puberty? I always knew you'd take care of her … and I know you always will … keep it up … for me … keep … Kimmie … happy ……" his head then slowly went forward as one last breath escaped his lips and all was silent in the room.
"The Patriots …" Snake said from the doorway, "They fuck with everybody …"
"They fucked with the wrong snake …" Ron said coldly in his Shadow Snake voice, standing up from the body's side, and drawing both SOCOMs, "Anyone else you want, Snake, but Ocelot's mine." He said, walking past the elder agent.
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"I'm disappointed," Ocelot said as he deactivated the torture device Kim was trapped inside, "Our newest recruit said you were a screamer, but you have yet to make anything beside a grunt. I am quite disappointed in you, Ms. Possible."
Kim couldn't even hold her head up anymore. Ocelot had let her rest for five hours a night, but only then to be brought back to his 'laboratory' and strapped up on this machine for hour after hour of torture. During the first day, she tried to fight, but now, four days later, her strength was all but gone, and only her will to not give in and give this man what he wanted was all that was keeping her sane.
"So, are we going to beg for mercy yet?" Ocelot asked, picking up Kim's chin in his hand, making her look at him, "anything?"
"How about …" Kim replied hoarsely, "go … to … hell?"
"No, thank you," Ocelot said, going back to his controls, "But I can make you feel like you're there." he said, hitting a quick keystroke, and Kim's body arched forward, no screams coming from her lips, but a single tear slid down her cheek.
After about five minutes, Ocelot stopped the electricity and looked at her with a sadistic smile, "Going to beg yet?"
Kim answered by spitting in his face.
"My after all this time, your spirit has yet to be broken?" Ocelot asked in amusement, "hmm perhaps I'm using the wrong kind of torture …"
Kim looked up at him, and, despite the fear that was making knots out of her insides, she showed no hint of anything but cold determination on her face. "You're a beautiful girl, you know that, Kim?" Ocelot said, touching her cheek lightly, but jerking back when she snapped at his hand, "very spirited too."
Kim looked away, but gasped when a rough hand reached up her top and grasped her breast, "Don't touch me, you bastard," She hissed though her voice was shakier then she'd have liked.
"After what I've done to you the last few days," Ocelot smirked as she futilely tried to get away from him, "I figured you'd welcome pleasure."
"Nothing you can do to me would be anything remotely like pleasure," she snapped, forcing every ounce of boldness she had left past the growing panic.
"Not for you maybe, but I'm getting a lot of pleasure from this," Ocelot smiled as his hand slid down her midriff and down into her panties, causing her to gasp. He smiled again, feeling how her body was unconsciously reacting to his touches, "I thought you said you weren't enjoying this?"
"I'm … not …" She hissed, forcing down a moan, and mentally cursing her body for betraying her. 'Ron, anybody, I'm in trouble, help me please …God, send someone to help me …' she mentally prayed as he played with her like a cheap toy.
"Still no scream, you really do have a strong will," Ocelot laughed, "You'll break soon enough …"
"THE HELL SHE WILL!"
Ocelot looked up only to hear a gun fire and see a bullet go through his shoulder, sending him tumbling backwards away from Kim.
"Shadow Snake?" Ocelot gasped, as Ron walked toward him, "You're early!" Ocelot hissed before crying out as bullets past through both his thighs then his shoulder.
"Mercy, please …" Ocelot cried, squirming across the floor.
"Mercy? MERCY!" Ron yelled shooting him in the shoulder again, "After everything you've done to me … you expect me to be merciful?"
"Are you going to kill me?" Ocelot asked, a strange calmness in his voice.
"Hell no," Ron hissed, "Do you think I'll give you that much mercy? I'm going to make you hurt, and when you finally can no longer feel any pain, THEN I MIGHT kill you."
"SHADOW, GET DOWN!" Snake barked as something popped up on the other side of the far window of the room.
Ron looked and spotted a massive mecha with Vulcan cannons on either side of its cockpit firing through the glass. He quickly dove for the contraption Kim was in and covered her body with his own.
"Metal Gear …" Snake gasped almost fearfully, getting back up from the other side of the desk, and throwing a grenade out the broken window at the roaring machine. "That won't stop it, Shadow, get the girl down and retreat!" Shadow nodded, looking down to make sure Kim was unharmed, before working at the clamps on her wrists and ankles.
"R-Ron?" she asked, looking up slightly when Ron scooped her up and cradled her in his arms, "I … I was just about to get out on my own … you really didn't …"
"I know …" he said, leaning forward and kissing her forehead, not paying attention to the blush covering her cheeks, "I just sped up the process; let's get out of here, KP."
The three made it out of the lab, and Drakken ran in, "They're getting away!"
"Let them," Ocelot smiled, still on the ground, "We have what we need; the Metal Gears will be ready in a matter of months."
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Snake held the door to the Possible home as Ron carried Kim in and past the worried Mrs. Possible, Tim, and Jim.
"Thank God you're alright!" Mrs. Possible said, hugging Kim tightly.
"I'm ok, Mom," Kim said, hugging her mother and brothers back almost as tightly.
Mrs. Possible then shot up and looked at the two men, "James? Where's James?"
Kim's eyes went wide, "Daddy? What? What happened to Daddy? Did Ocelot grab him too?"
Snake then coughed nervously, and looked at the stone faced Ron.
"I … I said some things I shouldn't have … please tell me he's ok, I have to tell him I didn't mean them," Kim begged, looking up at her best friend.
Ron didn't say anything, but turned his back and closed his eyes, searching for the proper way to say what he had to.
"He knew, KP," Ron said softly.
"W-What do you mean by he knew?" Kim asked, feeling as though her chest was collapsing.
He then turned back, with a sad expression on his face, "He … I think it was Ocelot … he … I was …" Ron choked, but shook his head to clear his thoughts.
He then with a deep sigh, let it go, "I was with him when he died."
Mrs. Possible sat down roughly and pulled her boys to her almost unconsciously as her eyes went unfocused and her mouth began to work without words.
"What … that … you must be mistaken … or a trick … he can't be … no …" Kim shook her head rapidly as Ron went around to sit next her.
Ron had placed an arm around the still shocked Kim when her mother finally spoke, "Did he say anything before he … he?"
Snake started to speak up, but Ron beat him to it, "He said … he … told me to tell you he loves you all very much, and he wants you all to be happy."
"I … I want to go to bed …" Kim choked, trying to stand up, but almost tumbling to the floor.
Ron quickly was at her side and for the second time, scooped her up in his arms. She merely placed her head on his shoulder and her shoulder began to tremble. Ron gave a look at Snake and then at Kim's mother, before walking up the stairs toward Kim's room.
Ron walked into the room, pulled back the sheets on her bed, and laid her down gently. He started to leave when her arms came up and gripped his forearm.
"I'm sorry …" Kim whimpered.
"What?" Ron asked, looking down at her in confusion.
"What I said before … you know … I was just angry; I'm sorry … and after what you said and after what he … did to me … I can understand how you feel about things now … I'm sorry …"
"Apology accepted, KP, if you forgive me too," Ron said softly, "For letting you down …"
"I don't understand?" Kim asked, tears still in her eyes.
"Nothing, I better go," He said, turning to go, but her grip still held on.
"No, don't leave me," She whimpered, "Ron … would you …" She said, looking away with her face turning crimson, "would you hold me, just 'til I fall asleep? Please? I need you …I don't want to be alone …"
Ron looked toward the door, then back down at Kim, who was staring up at him desperately. He then nodded, and sat down on the bed to untie his combat boots and take them off.
When they were, Kim picked up the blankets off her bed, and he climbed in, and held his arms open for her as she snuggled into the safety of Ron's chest and arms and, for the first time since her capture, let herself cry freely.
To Be Continued …