Possible family residence
The Possible parents finished their Friday morning breakfast. Normally, Dr. Ann Possible would depart to the hospital and perform brain surgery, but today she left her purse behind and turned around to retrieve it. At their house she found the purse near her computer, jarred the mouse and deactivated the screensaver. Dr. Possible shrugged and logged in to their email account. One message among the junk mail was marked urgent from her only daughter, subject line reading, "To Mom." Ann clicked on the message which had Kim on screen. It's background wasn't at Middleton High School.
"Hi, Mom. This is in case you and Daddy haven't watched CNN yet. Shego had what you'd term a manic episode and murdered several people here in Jersey, just to call me out. The stakes are a lot higher when I confront her. I doubt if I will survive this. So understand how you're the best parents any girl could ever ask for. I love both of you with every cell of my body. I also want to thank you both for allowing me to help people this for this long. It's been truly gratifying and I wanted everyone to remember how much I cared."
Tears flowed down the face of Dr. Possible, who never felt this helpless.
"If the worst happened, and I'm dead, I want to apologize for letting all of you down. Jim and Tim still don't get my bedroom." The video froze.
Ann traced the image of Kim with her fingertips, but lightly laughed through sobbing. "My little baby."
Liberty Island, NY/NJ, twenty eight days ago
"Kim Possible, you think you're all that, but you're not!" Dr. Drakken screamed while dangling from the Statue of Liberty torch. His plans to animate her were thwarted.
Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible stared upward near the base of the Statue of Liberty.
"At what point in time did he think he was all that?" Ron asked while Rufus cheered atop his shoulder.
The Coast Guard stepped ashore and arrested Shego, already tied up on the grass field. As they stood her up, Shego her eyes darted towards Kim. The teen heroine shrugged off the primal glance.
"I haven't a clue what her beef was today," Kim offhandedly told Ron.
"More of a problem than usual?" Ron asked.
"She went all out. I barely dodged her stupid, fiery green hands."
"Nothing new," Ron noted.
"She hissed at me. It's fucking weird."
"Maybe she's on her period."
"Sexist to imply, but still, that's likely," Kim finalized.
Garden State Plaza, Paramus, present day
After Kim sent her video message, she smashed the Kimmunicator apart on the sidewalk. She introspectively stared back at the fleet of law enforcement vehicles. Special Agent Phillips and Ron resembled action figures from the distance. She assumed they used binoculars and gun sights and blew them a kiss. Kim swung open the glass door and entered.
One of her favorite places to hang was the mall, but not today. Sunlight shone through the roof windows of one of the state's largest shopping malls. It also had a sickening circumstance of no human beings in sight. Kim assumed Shego had corralled the patrons elsewhere. Several minutes and yards of her cautious strolling passed. Kim climbed a stalled escalator two steps each, alertly passing several stores.
"Attention K-Mart shoppers," Shego singsong announced over the public address audio speakers. The voice was familiar but different.
Kim was momentarily chilled by that announcement but bravely resumed her trek. Suddenly, circus music resonated from ahead in the distance. The music amplified as she hustled toward it. Upon leaping around the corner, she saw a spiraling merry-go-round with two dead S.W.A.T. officers snared to its horses. Kim stepped back at the horrific, bloody sight of the gored policeman.
"Oh, no," Kim uttered.
"Oh, yes!" Shego joyously, menacingly screamed while precariously standing on an adjacent railing.
Kim spun around, but saw no one. "What the fuck?"
Kim leaned over that railing to glance at the first floor, then surfed down the railing of a closer escalator. Kim landed feet first into a river of blood, which splashed on her pants. She gasped and staggered backward into continuous, shimmering pools with prolonged drops from above. Strapped to the parapet underbellies were even more disemboweled, dismembered cops. Ron never gave her the number of dead, and now she understood why.
Kim's dysphoria was prominent upon seeing many mangled, burned corpses. The smell was causing her nausea. The blood seeped into her hair, skin and clothes. Her eyesight was clouded. Still, she forged through the crimson storm and heard Shego's laughter amplify.
"Stop laughing, you fucking maniac!" Kim barely heard herself, as if Silly Putty was jammed in her ears.
The laughter, however, got louder. She slammed into the brick wall that was Shego's body. Kim scraped away blood from her eye sockets. Shego held a black umbrella that deflected the blood shower that almost drowned her young enemy. A wide, bright smile crossed the pale skinned woman's face. As Shego saw Kim hunched over in front of her, she chuckled and only said one thing.
"What's the sitch, you bitch?"
END OF ROUND 2
