Disclaimer
Kim Possible is a registered trademark of Disney Inc. I have no rights to any of the characters. And they have no rights to me.
Providence
A Kim Possible Story
Author: falfurrian
Editor: Spice of Life
Chapter 15
"What do you mean 'he's missing'? He should be home in bed!" All anger she had been feeling toward her friend was fading.
"He doesn't answer his phone and, even more strange, I can't trace him."
"Okay, then." Kim said. She was more thinking out loud than talking. "You told me once you can't track his signal if there is too much interference. A building or cave, right?"
"Yea, but ..."
"...and that is why you keep a log of his movements."
"Yea but..." Wade repeated before Kim interrupted him yet again.
"So Wade, where was he last?"
"I'm trying to tell you!" Wade exclaimed. "The last place I tracked Ron was to school. BUT..." Wade said loudly, putting his face close to the camera to prevent Kim from interrupting him again. "...that was 7:30 this morning."
"So Ron has been at school all this time?" Kim questioned.
"No. That's when I stopped tracking him." Wade looked down at his keyboard, sadly.
"Why did you stop tracking him?" Kim asked, the hurt in her voice peeking through.
"Because I was mad at him for something I thought he was doing," Wade replied sheepishly, his eyes traveling downward.
Kim had never seen the boy look so ashamed. "But why?" Kim asked.
Wade regained some of his composure and started typing again. "This all links back to what I was telling you about Drakken playing us for fools. Let me show you these picture and I think you will get the idea."
Wade's anguished image on the Kimmunicator screen was replaced by a horrid picture. Kim caught her breath. Several men in white hoods were beating a black man with sticks. The victim was arms were behind his back, chained to a tree. He was pulling at the chains in vain.
There was one other figure in the image that looked very familiar. On closer examination Kim could clearly seen Ron Stoppable's face! He appeared to have a club in his hand, ready to strike another punishing blow to the already bleeding man. Then Kim began to notice the picture did not look entirely in proportion. Ron's head was larger than all the others and it appeared attached to a body that was not his own!
"Wade, is that suppose to be Ron in this picture?" Kim asked, her voice full of doubt. 'Well, at least now I know what Monique's problem was.'
"Yes. I believe so."
"Okay, so what does this poorly doctored picture have to do with us?"
"Evidently Drakken was sending images like this via an extra video feed to various homes in Middleton. Along with a bunch of addresses I don't know the list includes your house along with Ron's, Monique's and mine."
"That's interesting, but I don't remember seeing this image."
"I don't think this was one the image sent to your house. Plus, you would not remember seeing the picture because is would have been shown to you very briefly. Your subconscious would remember it, but your conscience mind would not."
"You're talking subliminal impressions, right?" Kim asked, beginning to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
"You got it!"
"Here is another image I think you will find revealing," Wade added. The image of the awful beating was replaced by that of a slightly clothed young woman and a familiar young man engaged in a passionate embrace. Kim's ire instantly grew as she looked at the image. She leaned in for a closer examination.
"That's RON! With Vanessa!" She shouted, shock and irritation clearly present in her voice.
The tanned young woman's back was to the camera and Ron's face was visible over her shoulder. She wore a white two piece bathing suit. The top portion of the suit was tied about her chest while her shoulders were bare. The briefs were stylishly high. The straight cut leg openings exposed ample flesh. Sand clung to her round cheeks from sitting on a soft beach. Her back glistened from moisture.
Ron appeared to be pressing close to the young woman's fleshy body, their hips touching. His left fingers could be seen resting low on her shapely hip. His left hand was pressed firmly against exposed flesh. They may have been kissing.
"Kim. This is another doctored picture. That is not Ron." Wades voice announced through the electronics device. "It is a picture of Ron but it has been edited. A lot! For one, those are not Ron's arms wrapped around that woman. And that is not his hand on her, ... err..., butt. The flesh tones and the proportions are all wrong. It is Ron's head and upper body, but his face has been altered. For all we know he could have been yawing when this picture was taken."
Wade's explanation helped subdue her intense jealously, allowing her to focus on the details of the photo. 'This is powerful stuff!' Kim thought.
"Plus, that is NOT Vanessa's body." Wade continued. "It's Anna Kqurnikova's from the 2004 swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated. Hence, the lack of clothing. Although, it is Vanessa's head." Wade added with satisfaction.
"That explains a lot!" Kim said expressing great relief. Kim wanted to ask if there were other pictures with Ron, and whether her 11 year old friend's mother knew about Miss Kqurnikova, but locating her friend had top priority.
"So, do you have any ideas about Ron's location?"
"Yes. I think he went to Drakken's latest lair."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because the last conversation I had with Ron I told him Drakken's location. I was mad and ..."
"Wade, chill. We just need to find Ron. What is Drakken's "20" and can you get me a ride?"
Wade told Kim the location, and said her ride will be there in 5 minutes.
"You Rock Wade! I'll call you back when I'm in rout and you can fill me in on the details."
With that, Kim ended the conversation with her trusted information manager and changed into her mission clothes. She left her patents a note, before running out the front door to meet her ride.
Shego tossed Ron off her shoulder into a pile of hay. Ron immediately rose to feet, and quickly fell over the plastic ties on his legs onto an old wooden floor. Ron broke his fall with this left arm and shoulder; the ties holding his hands behind his back digging further into his wrists.
Ignoring Ron's attempt at escape, Shego walked over to the pine coffin and pushed the lid off the top.
'Dang that hurt!' Ron thought after his hapless fall. 'But I've got to get out of here.' Ron spotted a wooden column a couple of feet away. 'If I can get to the pole I can use it to stand up!' Ignoring the pains to his shoulders and elbows, Ron rolled toward the wooden pole. His back hit the pole hard. He swung his feet out in front of him. Pushing with his feet, he slid his back up the pole until he was standing.
Ron barely saw the green and black fist before it landed solid on his left cheekbone. With his balance lost and no hands to stop him he landed flat on his chest. The air rushed out between his clenched teeth. He struggled to breath after having the air knocked from his lungs.
"Don't even thing about doing that again." Shego said in a sarcastic tone. "This plan of Drakken's may not actually stop your girl friend, but it will make her think twice before tangling with us again. Now you just lay there for about 10 more seconds while I get the hammer and nails."
Ron still couldn't move very much. He had managed to roll over on this back but that was all. The loss of breath and the head shot had done a number on his thought processes. He saw Shego returning with a weighted brown bag and a yellow handled hammer.
"Okay, little boy. Time for you to go night-night." The motherly tone she used was in sharp contract to the present situation. It made Ron shiver.
Shego reach under his arms and took hold of Ron's body. She began pulling him towards to open box. He started kicking and rolling side-to- side to make the woman loose her grip. He saw a flash of green fire from her hands only briefly. Searing pain shot thought his arm pits and shoulders. Afterwards he could smell burning cloth and hair.
"I told you not to fight me," Shego said in a sadistic, sweet voice. "Next time I'll take your arms clean off at the sockets."
Ron was beginning to believe she would not think twice before performing said amputations. He let himself be drug over to the crudely build coffin. Without releasing her grip, Shego stepped over one end of the long box so she was standing inside the wooden structure. She pulled him over the end, not caring how his elbows and forearms would suffer from the rough wood. Once he was all the way in she stepped out the other small end. She still held him under his painfully burned arms.
She hesitated a second, then dropped him into the deep wooden box unceremoniously. As soon he hit the bottom of the box Ron was trying to get out. He rocked back and pulled his knees up tight. He stated to stand up when something heavy and large conked him on the head and everything when dark.
Unknown to Ron, Drakken had quietly walked into the barn and was standing at the ready with the wooden top. As soon as Ron was released, Drakken and Shego quickly moved to place the top over the boy. Ending all chance for escape. Drakken begain hammering nails through the top while Shego quickly drove in 6 screws using a power driver. The top was secured in place before Ron could determine what was happening on the out side.
Suddenly the load drilling and hammering stopped. It was quite. No sensation of movement. Fear began to grip Ron tightly. Slowly at first. There was not escaping the gravity of the situation. 'I'm going to be buried, alive!' His heart was beginning to race. 'I'm going to suffocate!' Ron was taking short, shallow breaths. 'I've got to get out of here!' The urge to run at all cost consumed his thoughts. Panic was crashing in on Ron and there was nothing he could do.
Thwaop! Thwaop! "You still alive in there buffoon!" said Drakken, his voice barely noticeable over the anguished thoughts racing though Ron's head. He concentrated on the voice. He needed something, anything to focus on other than his present situation. He needed to hear the voice again.
"Let me out of here!" Ron screamed. "You sorry blue skinned freak!"
"Ouh! I think our little sidekick is not happy with his new home." Drakken replied in a mocking tone.
"You got that right! You two are the sickest people I know. I hope you burn in hell for this." Ron was beginning to calm down a little. Just knowing he was not completely alone was helping. Even if it was his capturer.
"What? You think Kim Possible is going to send us to hell for what we are going to do to you. Hum?"
"Not Kim. God. You may be able to elude the law and even KP here on earth, but God will always find you. There is no escaping His judgment."
"Just like there is not escaping your fate! Shego, put Mr. Stoppable to rest. Permanently!"
The verbal exchange had been just what Ron needed to gain control over his thoughts. He was still scared but no longer sliding down that slippery slope toward unbridled panic. But he needed a plan to stay focused. If he let himself think too much about where he was, he would end up right back where he was a few seconds ago. Only next time, there would not be anyone for him talk to.
Ron began to pray. He started by thanking God for all he had received in life. How he was well blessed and fortunate to have a relationship with Him. "God, you know what a mess I'm in. Please help me get out of here. Please help me to remain calm until someone finds me." The 'someone' Ron was thinking of was Kim. But he was not sure she would even be looking for him. He knew after seeing the photos Drakken had doctored why she and Monique were mad at him.
Ron could hear a tractor approaching. He was also able to see a little light coming through the seams in his 'box'. He did not like calling it a coffin since he was not dead. Soon the box was swaying back a forth as it was lifted into the air and the tractor started moving.
The motion caused Ron to shift slightly. Something hard and sharp pocked Ron's hand causing him to flinch. 'A nail!' Ron maneuvered his bound wrists over the nail and began using it to cut the plastic tie. It was slow going and he was not sure which he was cutting more, the tie or his wrist. The swaying made it tough to keep the nail on target.
As he worked, his mind returned to Kim. He remembered the first time they went on vacation together. They were 7 years old. The twins had been born several months earlier. The Possibles and Ron were headed to the land of sharks and sand. Ron had never been to the beach before and was a little apprehensive.
Kim had explain to him, with a very matter of fact tone, that since mommy would be very busy with the new babies it was his job to keep her busy. Ron smiled to himself knowing that that was not exactly what her parents had said, but it was kinda' what they meant. Ron had taken his assignment very seriously. He packed everything he thought necessary to keep Kim happy. All his water toys, his favorite ball, coloring books, his best unbroken crayolas, and much more. Good thing his mother had gone through his stuff. He had neglected to pack any of his cloths.
The car trip was long but with Kim it was all fun. On the way there shared their thoughts on what they would find. Huge sharks everywhere, portly-manly-wars all along the beach, waves taller than their heads, maybe even Kim's dad's head. Though the beach didn't match their ideas, it was way better than either one had imagined. The ocean was a whole new world to both of them. At the beach they laid down and let the surf push them to and fro. Later they built sand castles and chased the seagulls. Each holding onto her dad's hands they let played in the surf. When it was dark they shared a flash night. Spotting sand crabs; squealing with fear as they run sideways toward them.
Each night Kim and Ron would fall asleep almost as soon as their head hit the pillow, always holding hands. Kim's mom had taken a picture of them sleeping next to each other every night. This was the picture Ron was holding when Kim entered the room following his hospital stay. The day he kissed her on the cheek. He kept it in a special place in his night stand
After a bit of work, his hands were free. Moving them from behind his back Ron assumed a more comfortable position. Taking the tie in his right hand he pushed it out a small opening between the boards. Expelling the tie was a mental victory. He hoped Shego or Drakken would see it just so it would make them think he was able to escape.
Ron flattened his back against the bottom of the box. With all the strength he could muster he pushed on the top experimentally. But it was secured tight. He tried to get his legs into a position so he could kick upwards, but the top was too low. The best he could do with his legs was kick straight legged. It was no were near enough force.
Ron laid back and listened. His heart was beating steady and his breathing was even. He felt the tractor stop with a lung as the momentum carried his container forward. He became lighter for an instant as the wooden box was lowered. He could just hear Shego talking with Drakken. The tractor was too loud to understand any of their conversation.
The box tipped up and then fell a short distance causing the box to tip from side to side. Ron could hear scrapping sounds at the corners. Then there was a thud as the box came too rested on the ground. The tractor sounded far off and the voices could not be heard any longer.
Ron knew he was at the bottom of a hole. The hole Shego had pointed to in the middle of the field. The tractor engine began to slow and small objects were hitting the lid to his wooden prison.
There was a long silence, then "Well Stoppable. Are you scared?"
"I guess so. A little." Ron replied bravely.
"A little! Your about to be buried alive! Why aren't you begging for mercy or screaming in terror?"
"Would it do any good?"
"No"
"No point in me yelling then is there? Besides, I'm not sure you could get the lid off this box if you wanted. Shego put it on pretty tight."
"Nice try buffoon. But I'm not opening your coffin to prove I can."
"Well, it was worth a shot."
Heavy loads of dirt could be heard hitting the wooden top. Fear was gripping Ron again. 'Please God! Please let someone find me.'
Ron heard Rufus whimpering in his pocket. "Sorry I got you into this little buddy. This looks bad. Real bad."
The tractor pushed the final load of dirt into the hole. The filled hole was not obvious but still visible to someone who might be looking for it.
"Okay, Shego. You know what to do next."
"See you back at the barn Dr. D. I'll be done in about 10 minutes."
With that, Shego drove the tractor to the edge of the field and turned facing the slight mound that covered Ron Stoppable. She reached back and pushed a hydraulic actuator. At the back of the tractor the plow blades lowered to the ground. Shego turned in her seat. She smiled as she put the tractor into gear and headed for the slight mound. The plow blades covered all evidence in its wake.
Kim Possible is a registered trademark of Disney Inc. I have no rights to any of the characters. And they have no rights to me.
Providence
A Kim Possible Story
Author: falfurrian
Editor: Spice of Life
Chapter 15
"What do you mean 'he's missing'? He should be home in bed!" All anger she had been feeling toward her friend was fading.
"He doesn't answer his phone and, even more strange, I can't trace him."
"Okay, then." Kim said. She was more thinking out loud than talking. "You told me once you can't track his signal if there is too much interference. A building or cave, right?"
"Yea, but ..."
"...and that is why you keep a log of his movements."
"Yea but..." Wade repeated before Kim interrupted him yet again.
"So Wade, where was he last?"
"I'm trying to tell you!" Wade exclaimed. "The last place I tracked Ron was to school. BUT..." Wade said loudly, putting his face close to the camera to prevent Kim from interrupting him again. "...that was 7:30 this morning."
"So Ron has been at school all this time?" Kim questioned.
"No. That's when I stopped tracking him." Wade looked down at his keyboard, sadly.
"Why did you stop tracking him?" Kim asked, the hurt in her voice peeking through.
"Because I was mad at him for something I thought he was doing," Wade replied sheepishly, his eyes traveling downward.
Kim had never seen the boy look so ashamed. "But why?" Kim asked.
Wade regained some of his composure and started typing again. "This all links back to what I was telling you about Drakken playing us for fools. Let me show you these picture and I think you will get the idea."
Wade's anguished image on the Kimmunicator screen was replaced by a horrid picture. Kim caught her breath. Several men in white hoods were beating a black man with sticks. The victim was arms were behind his back, chained to a tree. He was pulling at the chains in vain.
There was one other figure in the image that looked very familiar. On closer examination Kim could clearly seen Ron Stoppable's face! He appeared to have a club in his hand, ready to strike another punishing blow to the already bleeding man. Then Kim began to notice the picture did not look entirely in proportion. Ron's head was larger than all the others and it appeared attached to a body that was not his own!
"Wade, is that suppose to be Ron in this picture?" Kim asked, her voice full of doubt. 'Well, at least now I know what Monique's problem was.'
"Yes. I believe so."
"Okay, so what does this poorly doctored picture have to do with us?"
"Evidently Drakken was sending images like this via an extra video feed to various homes in Middleton. Along with a bunch of addresses I don't know the list includes your house along with Ron's, Monique's and mine."
"That's interesting, but I don't remember seeing this image."
"I don't think this was one the image sent to your house. Plus, you would not remember seeing the picture because is would have been shown to you very briefly. Your subconscious would remember it, but your conscience mind would not."
"You're talking subliminal impressions, right?" Kim asked, beginning to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
"You got it!"
"Here is another image I think you will find revealing," Wade added. The image of the awful beating was replaced by that of a slightly clothed young woman and a familiar young man engaged in a passionate embrace. Kim's ire instantly grew as she looked at the image. She leaned in for a closer examination.
"That's RON! With Vanessa!" She shouted, shock and irritation clearly present in her voice.
The tanned young woman's back was to the camera and Ron's face was visible over her shoulder. She wore a white two piece bathing suit. The top portion of the suit was tied about her chest while her shoulders were bare. The briefs were stylishly high. The straight cut leg openings exposed ample flesh. Sand clung to her round cheeks from sitting on a soft beach. Her back glistened from moisture.
Ron appeared to be pressing close to the young woman's fleshy body, their hips touching. His left fingers could be seen resting low on her shapely hip. His left hand was pressed firmly against exposed flesh. They may have been kissing.
"Kim. This is another doctored picture. That is not Ron." Wades voice announced through the electronics device. "It is a picture of Ron but it has been edited. A lot! For one, those are not Ron's arms wrapped around that woman. And that is not his hand on her, ... err..., butt. The flesh tones and the proportions are all wrong. It is Ron's head and upper body, but his face has been altered. For all we know he could have been yawing when this picture was taken."
Wade's explanation helped subdue her intense jealously, allowing her to focus on the details of the photo. 'This is powerful stuff!' Kim thought.
"Plus, that is NOT Vanessa's body." Wade continued. "It's Anna Kqurnikova's from the 2004 swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated. Hence, the lack of clothing. Although, it is Vanessa's head." Wade added with satisfaction.
"That explains a lot!" Kim said expressing great relief. Kim wanted to ask if there were other pictures with Ron, and whether her 11 year old friend's mother knew about Miss Kqurnikova, but locating her friend had top priority.
"So, do you have any ideas about Ron's location?"
"Yes. I think he went to Drakken's latest lair."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because the last conversation I had with Ron I told him Drakken's location. I was mad and ..."
"Wade, chill. We just need to find Ron. What is Drakken's "20" and can you get me a ride?"
Wade told Kim the location, and said her ride will be there in 5 minutes.
"You Rock Wade! I'll call you back when I'm in rout and you can fill me in on the details."
With that, Kim ended the conversation with her trusted information manager and changed into her mission clothes. She left her patents a note, before running out the front door to meet her ride.
Shego tossed Ron off her shoulder into a pile of hay. Ron immediately rose to feet, and quickly fell over the plastic ties on his legs onto an old wooden floor. Ron broke his fall with this left arm and shoulder; the ties holding his hands behind his back digging further into his wrists.
Ignoring Ron's attempt at escape, Shego walked over to the pine coffin and pushed the lid off the top.
'Dang that hurt!' Ron thought after his hapless fall. 'But I've got to get out of here.' Ron spotted a wooden column a couple of feet away. 'If I can get to the pole I can use it to stand up!' Ignoring the pains to his shoulders and elbows, Ron rolled toward the wooden pole. His back hit the pole hard. He swung his feet out in front of him. Pushing with his feet, he slid his back up the pole until he was standing.
Ron barely saw the green and black fist before it landed solid on his left cheekbone. With his balance lost and no hands to stop him he landed flat on his chest. The air rushed out between his clenched teeth. He struggled to breath after having the air knocked from his lungs.
"Don't even thing about doing that again." Shego said in a sarcastic tone. "This plan of Drakken's may not actually stop your girl friend, but it will make her think twice before tangling with us again. Now you just lay there for about 10 more seconds while I get the hammer and nails."
Ron still couldn't move very much. He had managed to roll over on this back but that was all. The loss of breath and the head shot had done a number on his thought processes. He saw Shego returning with a weighted brown bag and a yellow handled hammer.
"Okay, little boy. Time for you to go night-night." The motherly tone she used was in sharp contract to the present situation. It made Ron shiver.
Shego reach under his arms and took hold of Ron's body. She began pulling him towards to open box. He started kicking and rolling side-to- side to make the woman loose her grip. He saw a flash of green fire from her hands only briefly. Searing pain shot thought his arm pits and shoulders. Afterwards he could smell burning cloth and hair.
"I told you not to fight me," Shego said in a sadistic, sweet voice. "Next time I'll take your arms clean off at the sockets."
Ron was beginning to believe she would not think twice before performing said amputations. He let himself be drug over to the crudely build coffin. Without releasing her grip, Shego stepped over one end of the long box so she was standing inside the wooden structure. She pulled him over the end, not caring how his elbows and forearms would suffer from the rough wood. Once he was all the way in she stepped out the other small end. She still held him under his painfully burned arms.
She hesitated a second, then dropped him into the deep wooden box unceremoniously. As soon he hit the bottom of the box Ron was trying to get out. He rocked back and pulled his knees up tight. He stated to stand up when something heavy and large conked him on the head and everything when dark.
Unknown to Ron, Drakken had quietly walked into the barn and was standing at the ready with the wooden top. As soon as Ron was released, Drakken and Shego quickly moved to place the top over the boy. Ending all chance for escape. Drakken begain hammering nails through the top while Shego quickly drove in 6 screws using a power driver. The top was secured in place before Ron could determine what was happening on the out side.
Suddenly the load drilling and hammering stopped. It was quite. No sensation of movement. Fear began to grip Ron tightly. Slowly at first. There was not escaping the gravity of the situation. 'I'm going to be buried, alive!' His heart was beginning to race. 'I'm going to suffocate!' Ron was taking short, shallow breaths. 'I've got to get out of here!' The urge to run at all cost consumed his thoughts. Panic was crashing in on Ron and there was nothing he could do.
Thwaop! Thwaop! "You still alive in there buffoon!" said Drakken, his voice barely noticeable over the anguished thoughts racing though Ron's head. He concentrated on the voice. He needed something, anything to focus on other than his present situation. He needed to hear the voice again.
"Let me out of here!" Ron screamed. "You sorry blue skinned freak!"
"Ouh! I think our little sidekick is not happy with his new home." Drakken replied in a mocking tone.
"You got that right! You two are the sickest people I know. I hope you burn in hell for this." Ron was beginning to calm down a little. Just knowing he was not completely alone was helping. Even if it was his capturer.
"What? You think Kim Possible is going to send us to hell for what we are going to do to you. Hum?"
"Not Kim. God. You may be able to elude the law and even KP here on earth, but God will always find you. There is no escaping His judgment."
"Just like there is not escaping your fate! Shego, put Mr. Stoppable to rest. Permanently!"
The verbal exchange had been just what Ron needed to gain control over his thoughts. He was still scared but no longer sliding down that slippery slope toward unbridled panic. But he needed a plan to stay focused. If he let himself think too much about where he was, he would end up right back where he was a few seconds ago. Only next time, there would not be anyone for him talk to.
Ron began to pray. He started by thanking God for all he had received in life. How he was well blessed and fortunate to have a relationship with Him. "God, you know what a mess I'm in. Please help me get out of here. Please help me to remain calm until someone finds me." The 'someone' Ron was thinking of was Kim. But he was not sure she would even be looking for him. He knew after seeing the photos Drakken had doctored why she and Monique were mad at him.
Ron could hear a tractor approaching. He was also able to see a little light coming through the seams in his 'box'. He did not like calling it a coffin since he was not dead. Soon the box was swaying back a forth as it was lifted into the air and the tractor started moving.
The motion caused Ron to shift slightly. Something hard and sharp pocked Ron's hand causing him to flinch. 'A nail!' Ron maneuvered his bound wrists over the nail and began using it to cut the plastic tie. It was slow going and he was not sure which he was cutting more, the tie or his wrist. The swaying made it tough to keep the nail on target.
As he worked, his mind returned to Kim. He remembered the first time they went on vacation together. They were 7 years old. The twins had been born several months earlier. The Possibles and Ron were headed to the land of sharks and sand. Ron had never been to the beach before and was a little apprehensive.
Kim had explain to him, with a very matter of fact tone, that since mommy would be very busy with the new babies it was his job to keep her busy. Ron smiled to himself knowing that that was not exactly what her parents had said, but it was kinda' what they meant. Ron had taken his assignment very seriously. He packed everything he thought necessary to keep Kim happy. All his water toys, his favorite ball, coloring books, his best unbroken crayolas, and much more. Good thing his mother had gone through his stuff. He had neglected to pack any of his cloths.
The car trip was long but with Kim it was all fun. On the way there shared their thoughts on what they would find. Huge sharks everywhere, portly-manly-wars all along the beach, waves taller than their heads, maybe even Kim's dad's head. Though the beach didn't match their ideas, it was way better than either one had imagined. The ocean was a whole new world to both of them. At the beach they laid down and let the surf push them to and fro. Later they built sand castles and chased the seagulls. Each holding onto her dad's hands they let played in the surf. When it was dark they shared a flash night. Spotting sand crabs; squealing with fear as they run sideways toward them.
Each night Kim and Ron would fall asleep almost as soon as their head hit the pillow, always holding hands. Kim's mom had taken a picture of them sleeping next to each other every night. This was the picture Ron was holding when Kim entered the room following his hospital stay. The day he kissed her on the cheek. He kept it in a special place in his night stand
After a bit of work, his hands were free. Moving them from behind his back Ron assumed a more comfortable position. Taking the tie in his right hand he pushed it out a small opening between the boards. Expelling the tie was a mental victory. He hoped Shego or Drakken would see it just so it would make them think he was able to escape.
Ron flattened his back against the bottom of the box. With all the strength he could muster he pushed on the top experimentally. But it was secured tight. He tried to get his legs into a position so he could kick upwards, but the top was too low. The best he could do with his legs was kick straight legged. It was no were near enough force.
Ron laid back and listened. His heart was beating steady and his breathing was even. He felt the tractor stop with a lung as the momentum carried his container forward. He became lighter for an instant as the wooden box was lowered. He could just hear Shego talking with Drakken. The tractor was too loud to understand any of their conversation.
The box tipped up and then fell a short distance causing the box to tip from side to side. Ron could hear scrapping sounds at the corners. Then there was a thud as the box came too rested on the ground. The tractor sounded far off and the voices could not be heard any longer.
Ron knew he was at the bottom of a hole. The hole Shego had pointed to in the middle of the field. The tractor engine began to slow and small objects were hitting the lid to his wooden prison.
There was a long silence, then "Well Stoppable. Are you scared?"
"I guess so. A little." Ron replied bravely.
"A little! Your about to be buried alive! Why aren't you begging for mercy or screaming in terror?"
"Would it do any good?"
"No"
"No point in me yelling then is there? Besides, I'm not sure you could get the lid off this box if you wanted. Shego put it on pretty tight."
"Nice try buffoon. But I'm not opening your coffin to prove I can."
"Well, it was worth a shot."
Heavy loads of dirt could be heard hitting the wooden top. Fear was gripping Ron again. 'Please God! Please let someone find me.'
Ron heard Rufus whimpering in his pocket. "Sorry I got you into this little buddy. This looks bad. Real bad."
The tractor pushed the final load of dirt into the hole. The filled hole was not obvious but still visible to someone who might be looking for it.
"Okay, Shego. You know what to do next."
"See you back at the barn Dr. D. I'll be done in about 10 minutes."
With that, Shego drove the tractor to the edge of the field and turned facing the slight mound that covered Ron Stoppable. She reached back and pushed a hydraulic actuator. At the back of the tractor the plow blades lowered to the ground. Shego turned in her seat. She smiled as she put the tractor into gear and headed for the slight mound. The plow blades covered all evidence in its wake.