Disney owns Kim Possible. I own a test paper with a big fat 5! (In Germany, grade are from 1-6 1 is best, 6 is worst.) Damn....
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To John Steppenwolf. You are correct. However there are a number of reasons why i didn´t.
But for right now....
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She recalled someone saving her. Taking her away from the blows of the madman. The person scooped her up and started running to a car.
"It´s OK KP..., I´m here for you..."
She looked up and through stinging tears, and for one brief, glorious moment thought it was Ron looking at her, and so she collapsed onto his shoulders and cried openly, holding nothing back.
Kim woke up to hear some voices hovering over bed. She was too tired and dizzy to open her eyes. the voices were low, as if trying not to wake her.
"They discovered the convertible tracks leading away from his house. So then after they caught him in his lies he said he would tell the truth, and do you know what he says!? That a ninja came with a magical sword that glowed blue! He punched him in the nose and broke it, and then scooped up Kim and then transforms the sword into a black convertible! They then drive off. he went unconscious soon afterword..." One voice said irritably...
"But you heard what the police said, the lie detector said he that he wasn´t..."
"He is a sly one, probably fooled the machine. Either that or he was drunk off his ass.... You know that he said he was drinking in celebration of some victory earlier on in the night!? I´ll show him a victory allright..."
"Didn´t the police say that they found the convertible tracks leading away from the house?"
"Yes, they did. That means someone did save her. And it wasn´t him."
Kim now recognized the owner of the first voice, her father.The second, her mother. But what was all this about a ninja and a blue sword?
Apparently, Kim made some movement or noise because both people stopped talking and went over to her.
Kim opened her eyes and groaned weakly. She saw the concern on both parents faces.
"Kim, how are you feeling?" Her mother asked quickly looking over the various medical strappings on Kim´s body.
She was in a bit of pain, but said nothing about it. "...How long have I been sleeping?"
Her Mother answered as she still checked over various things. "About sixteen hours now. Your still recovering, we might have to keep you longer..." She trailed off as she began to be distracted in making Kim comfortable.
The two left the room soon after conversing. The parents tried to avoid the subject of Josh and the assault as much as possible, thinking the Kim didn´t need that right now. They still wanted her to rest.
So Kim was left alone once again. She looked to her left and found propped up on a small stool was a worn photo album, a Grey box and key, and a broken promise....
She stared at the broken promise... Where was Ron now...?
'No matter what happens, I´ll be right by your side...' didn´t he always say that? Where was he now?
If it hadn´t been for that weird ninja with a magical convertible car sword thing she didn´t know what might happen. Like she would believe that at all anyways. Why hadn´t Ron been there...
Stop blaming Ron... He would have come if he had known. He probably still doesn´t know what happened to me. .... And No one has probably informed Ron yet....
Sighing irritably, she picked up the photo album and began to re-look through it. Strange, she thought, she hadn´t asked for this.But what was also strange is why did she still think Ron was Gone? He was her friend. They had made up, right...?
She just began flipping through the pages absent mindedly. Each held a different memory, a different time in which Ron was right there beside her always, instead of far away going on tour with some slutty Japanese girl... OK, well not slutty but Kim didn´t like her just the same for some reason.
And then she came unto the page with Kim and Josh on it at their first dance....
She Froze.
She closed the book, her finger holding the place, and then opened it again. Kim lost her senses. She took the picture out, and took the post it note along with it. She reread the letter. She remembered the locket that came with it.
She twitched. A vile substance lodged in her throat. She became sick and nauseated as she gazed unto the most repulsive and disgusting thing she had ever seen in her life. It was vile in every sense of the word. If God had created something more vile then this picture she prayed she would never find out what it was.
A few tears streamed down her face, but not in sadness...In pure anger...
And that was when she murdered the photo...
No one would ever find it´s body...
A day later...
Kim´s mother walked through the door holding a small folder of papers and put them beside Kim´s bed.
Kim was feeling much better, and was even watching TV, only to be reminded about America´s sweetheart. But apparently, they had gotten off the subject of Kim and Ron´s relationship, unto other parts of the world, if only temporarily.
Kim turned off the TV and looked at the small folder. "What´s this?"
"Mr. Barkin apologizes that you had a small accident of falling down the stairs and hopes you recovers, but says that if you feel well enough, that you can work on the things you missed today at school." Mrs. Possible replied wearily, obviously not liking the way Mr. Barkin is treating the situation. But Since she lied about what happened, She can´t expect extra special treatment.
They had agreed to this lie when people started calling Kim´s house to talk to her. They didn´t want to spread it around about what happened, so they didn´t. And no one had informed Ron either.
But then Kim remembered something. "Is he still here?" She asked hurriedly.
"Who Mr.Barkin? He was just leaving he might still be in the halls. Why?" Mrs. Possible instinctively answered the question as fast as she could, unconsciously returning to her days as an intern.
"Please, can you go get him? I would like to speak with him." she replied hurriedly motioning for her mother to please hurry.
Her mother, confused as to why, did so.
Mr. Barkin came into the room his usual self. A commanding air around him, he walked into the room and stood erect and stiff. "Possible, your mother said you would like to speak to me?"
Kim wasted no time, and just opened the Photo album, to the page with the medal and the picture.
And for the first time in her life, She had the pleasure of seeing emotion come across Mr. Barkins stoic face.
"Ron, wanted me to give you this. I had forgotten all about it. He said To give you his full regards and apologies because he broke an oath." She said as she handed him the photo album.
Mr. Barkin stood there and slowly grabbed the book. He appeared teary eyed, only slightly though. And he appeared to have a faint smile, not his usual condescending smile though.
He stood there for a moment holding it in his hands, fingering the medal in his hand. eying the picture the whole time. "Possible, do you know what this is...?"
"Yes, Sir. It´s the Medal of Honor..."
Mr. Barkin didn´t seem to her hear however as he continued to stare at it. "I wonder why Ron gave this back..." he muttered to himself.
Kim didn´t quite hear him. "Pardon?" She said softly.
Barkin couldn´t hear her, however. "....Possible, Do you know how I got this medal?"
"No Sir..."
"I had just recently been made lieutenant, and given a small squad for patrols. I had been through hell, and a lot of good people I knew had died right in front of my eyes. I had made some friends only to see them dead a half day later. I had decided that i couldn´t stand losing anymore friends to the war, so i didn´t bother making any. But I still had to trust people, if you couldn´t trust the men you were with you were as good as dead, along with the rest of your team. We were heading out for night patrol when they came on us from behind. Ambushed us and then scattered our company, I was left trying to get my men in order and get a strategy under way. But it was no use. All but two of us were slaughtered. A private named Ted Smith and I were taken captive. They locked us up together and brought us to a small hut. Even though we both knew what was going to happen, Smith kept up on upbeat attitude. He would constantly talk about various things or tell jokes. At first it was very annoying, and i thought him dim for the fact that he was going to be OK with the fact that he was going to be tortured. But then I found myself enjoying his talking, it seemed to push back the feeling of the hopelessness of our situation. He would talk about how he had this girl waiting for him back home,that when he got back he was going to marry as soon as he got off the plane. He said he would run the car dealership along with his dad. I soon began to swell up in his image of the future. But I still felt we weren´t going to live. That is when they started to torture us. They wanted information about our forces and wanted us to talk. I knew I wouldn´t speak, but I wasn´t so sure about the private. He held out even better then me surprisingly. He would talk to me and ask how i was doing, even if he was doing worse. At some points i thought i would break and tell them everything i knew and didn´t know. But he was there for me so I wouldn´t. After a few days, the enemy had to move out, prisoners and information or no. They were going to kill us, but we managed to escape. Smith got a bullet to his leg, that bleed pretty badly, but I wasn´t going to leave him behind. But it wouldn´t have mattered. He was going to die soon from the blood loss anyways. The only way we could save him is if we had a medical kit. But it was in the camp. Even though he begged me not too, i went back,while he gave me cover, and got the Med Kit. We staunched his bleeding and crossed terrain as fast as we could. We spent a few days trying to get our bearings and find camp, all the time I would remind Smith of his dream so that he wouldn´t give up hope... We eventually got to a base, and Smith had his leg taken off. I felt bad, as if i should have done more, but Smith was happy and commented the fact that he would rather be a one legged man who was alive, then a two legged dead man. This- indicating the picture- was taken soon afterwords, right before he got on the plane to go home and meat his girl... After we filled out our reports, I was put in for a Medal of Honor and was soon awarded one." He fingered the medal and kept talking. "To me, it not only serves as an honor and a privilege to have it awarded by the president, but also as a remainder of how we never gave up on each other. Even when I went back on tour, i got letters from him, saying that they were going to be having their wedding soon and that a little girl was already on the way. We still remained friends to this day..."
He remained silent as he stared at the picture and the medal... then "I saw Stoppable in a state of funk one day, about two years ago. He seemed to be upset about something and he wasn´t anywhere without you, so i knew something was up. I tend to see myself as sort of a father figure for the boy, so I inquired what it was. He wouldn´t tell me everything, just that he had gone to the amazons for some reason and had risked his life to get some sort of flower to save you or something. I didn´t quite understand, but it seemed that the two of you had some sort of fight or something that threatened your relationship. That is why I gave him this. If he was willing to risk his life for his best friend, he was braver then most people I knew. I gave him this and made him swear an oath that he would always protect his friends as long as he carried this medal. I had no more use for it other then as a remainder, and I already had my friend. I gave this in the hopes that it would serve him well. The only reason he would have given this back to me was that he failed in that oath. Did he fail?"
Kim, who had been listening patiently, was now confused as hell. When had Ron risked his life in the amazons to save Kim? And what sort of fight or argument had they gotten into? And then she remembered the whole blushing incident. She had totally forgotten the fact that Ron risked his life for her while she went out on a date with Monkey boy. She hadn´t thanked him, nor asked if he was OK. He even made sure her date went smoothly. She remembered the incident when she was kissed by Josh, and that she hadn´t seen Ron for the rest of the night. He must have been crushed. But if all of this is right, then why did he fail?
"Did he fail?" Mr. Barkin asked the question again, a bit more sternly.
To Protect his friends. To protect his friends. He had he failed to try and protect Her? How did he fail? It wasn´t now. There was no way he knew that Josh would do som..............
And that was when it struck Kim.
"He tried...to warn me....." she said softly almost disbelievingly.
"Possible?"
"I didn´t listen! He tried to tell me and I wouldn´t listen!" Kim said angrily, still disbelieving, still softly.
"Warn you about what Possible?" Mr. Barkin asked confused.
Holding off her breakdown, "Mr. Barkin, Ron didn´t fail... I just wouldn´t listen. don´t ask me to explain just please... Ron didn´t fail..."
Mr. Barkin, not really knowing what was going on, caught the Ron didn´t fail "Well, if he didn´t fail, then i see no reason for him to give it back. So make sure the next time you see him, give this back to him." With that said, putting the book and medal down, Barkin tried to shrug off the intense awkwardness the situation had presented. He bade goodbye and left, all the while trying to figure out what Kim was talking about. He then came to the understanding that Kim was still under heavy medication and was confused. He felt sorry for her, and decided that there was no need to be worried. With that done, he walked off down the hall.
Kim, sat silently. He had tried to warn her. He had tried to warn her. The words kept ringing in her mind. Over and over again. Guilt, pain, anguish, and hundreds of other similar and conflicting emotions over whelmed her and forced her down. She collapsed on the bed.
He had tried to warn her.
She had failed to listen.
And it had coasted everyone.
For the rest of the day, Kim didn´t eat, or drink, or sleep. She said no word to anyone. Needless to say her parents were very worried. They didn´t understand.They just felt Kim needed some more time to recover.
The truth hurt Kim, more then she ever thought possible. She lay there, as if in a trance, for the rest of the day. She did not cry. If no one was able to see her blinking and her chest rising and lowering, one might have assumed she was dead.
It became night time. And It was then Kim had finally realized the true weight of her sins. It seemed like such a trivial thing at first, a simple fight. A simple fight that turned into this... She had lost so much time. She had gotten rid of one of her best friends. Hurt him, and cast him away. Then toyed with him. She was so lucky that he was still her friend. But would they ever be as close as they once were? Would that broken promise ever be able to be mended? Will she ever be able to move on? To survive? Will she ever claim what she once had?
The moonlight caught off the Grey box.
She remembered his words.
'Am I ready?'
'Ready for anything? Ready for the truth?'
'What truth' she thought bitterly. The only truth was that everything was wrong. What does it matter now? Who am I kidding? None of this is right! I have no one! Nothing! It shouldn´t be this way! Why did all of this have to go so horribly wrong? Why did I have to act this way? Why didn´t I listen?
Her Eyes lingered on the box. She sat up slowly, and brought the box over unto her lap. She placed the key inside the simple lock. The Grey metal was cold. She felt the cold give her feeling, and into response of feeling, tears came silently down her cheeks. And She hesitated.
'Am I Ready?'Closing her eyes, she turned the key, and opened the box.
End of Chapter.
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