Jezrianna: I can guarantee you'll never guess the villians until I tell you who they are. Yes, I'm horribly evil.
Desert Fox: More of a something Bonnie wants, so they want it too type of thing. Not so much rely on him, as he's running from outside, and they're working inside.
I know she could. Just walk out in casual clothes, and change in bushes along the way. I mean actually admitting they're going, rather than just as friends. But I see your point.
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"Ohh... My head." Kim groaned as she awoke, and put a gloved hand to her head. Something in the back of her mind flashed a warning. She remembered she wasn't supposed to be wearing gloves, but on a date with Ron. She also noted she could feel cool air across her belly, something that shouldn't be with her dress. She sat bolt upright then clamped the other hand to her head, moaning in pain. She saw in the light that she was now wearing her mission clothes, shoes included, but no gadgets. She looked slowly around the cell, and saw Bonnie laying on the floor across the room, in the same condition. She was even dressed in mission clothes. Kim drug herself to a kneeling position, and crawled across the floor towards her. She reached her as she started to awaken.
"Where am I?" Bonnie asked.
"Good question." Kim replied.
"Kim? What's going on?" Bonnie asked.
"I'd like to know that as well." Kim responded.
"Then an answer you shall have." The voice was enourmously deep, obviously modified. "This is a test, to see just how you do in such a situation. Pitted against dangers you've never seen, paired with some one you may, or may not be able to trust with your life. Fair well, and you will be free. Fair poorly, and you die." The wall slid open revealing an exit. "Begin when you are ready."
"That's not good I assume?" Bonnie asked sarcastically.
"You assume correctly." Kim nodded. "Move slowly when you sit up, or you'll have a monster headache." She warned. Bonnie nodded, and winced, then rose to a sitting position. Kim smiled, and pushed herself up to her feet. She found herself wincing every inch of the way, as her muscles cried out in pain. Why it hurt she wasn't sure, but come to think of it, she wasn't sure how long she had been down here. Her watch was missing, so it might have been just a few minutes, though the change of clothes didn't suggest that, or hours. Days was possible, though she didn't have the usual itching that a companied the IV's that would have been required to keep her here for that long. Bonnie was coming to her feet as well. After a moment they both stretched, as they'd done a thousand times before, and started out of the room slowly. The wall slid shut behind them, but lights down the corridor before them showed them the path.
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"Record time to hallway." The first voice announced.
"Doing well." Came second voice. A third joined it.
"Damn Cheerleaders." It said.
"I told you they were flexible." Came a fourth, amused one.
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"Kim look out!" Bonnie slammed her shoulder into Kim's back, as huge spike slammed through the space where Kim had been. Both exhaled, and breathed a sigh of relief. Bonnie climbed over the spike, and they continued on.
"Thank you." Kim offered. Bonnie shrugged, smiling.
"You're my out, you get killed, I'm screwed." She shrugged. "Saving you is simply an example of a self preservation response."
"Right." Kim nodded, grinning as well. The corridor opened into a room, and the door behind them slammed shut as they stepped through. Kim surveyed the room quietly. There was a rattling noise, soft, but insistent. "Bonnie, please, tell me that's your teeth."
"I really would love to do that." Bonnie replied. "For so many reasons. Is it just me, or are the walls moving?"
"Those aren't walls." Kim replied and slammed her foot down. There was a crunch and a sizzle. "Robot bugs, crush. Ow!" She cried out in pain as one bit her. The size of large cockroachs the white robotic bugs attacked them lunging from the ground and through the air, but there were too many to fight off. Bonnie howled in pain as she missed some. Even Kim couldn't get them all, but then she stopped. They did as well. "Hold still." She snapped.
"What?" Bonnie asked.
"Hold still. They can't see us if we hold still." Kim replied. Bonnie stopped frozen in place. The door on the far side of the room opened, and the bugs receded into the walls again. "On three, run for the door."
"Three." Bonnie snapped, and they bolted. The bugs raced after them, and the slid through the door as it slammed shut. "So, is this about par for the course?" Bonnie asked smiling.
"Not really, whoever these guys are, they're far more dangerous than any one I've faced before." Kim replied.
"Just great. I should have known." Bonnie snapped.
"Known what?" Kim asked.
"That you were going to get me into something like this." Bonnie snapped.
"Look, I'm trying to get us both out, it wasn't my fault that we got nabbed. You're not the first person I'd have chosen to do this with." Kim snarled back.
"Oh, brought Stoppable, so you wouldn't die a virgin?" Bonnie snapped back.
"I have no intention of dying. Now, let's go." Kim growled, rising.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." Bonnie replied stubbornly.
"A...." Kim hit the wall snarling, and ignoring the pain in her hand. "Dammit Rockwaller, this is not the time for this. We had started to be friends, why do you want to give that up?"
"I don't." Bonnie snapped. "But if this is what being your friend means..." She left it hanging.
"Look, I'm sorry, I wouldn't have wanted anyone else involved in this if I could have managed it. It wasn't left up to me. I didn't mean to snap at you, I'm just a little stressed. It happens when I'm nearly killed." Kim sighed.
"You're right. Guess there's no where to go but forwards." Bonnie pushed herself up, and they set off down the hall.
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"Why are you two coming with me again?" Ron asked from the passenger's seat of the Lamborgini he was riding in. Connie snorted.
"Because we don't trust you alone with our sister." She responded.
"But I wouldn't be. My friend Kim is with her." Ron replied, wincing as she took the corner on two wheels.
"That's got nothing to do with it. She's our responsibility while our parents are out of town, and if they find out she's missing, they'll kill us." Lonnie muttered. "Where to now."
"Take a left at the next turn." He pointed ahead, as he red directions off the Kimmunicator. The two girls had insisted on coming, threatening to call the police unless he let them. He'd done the prudent thing, and agreed. He only hoped they wouldn't get in his way. They had both changed into clothes similar to what he was wearing, much to his surprise. Of course it was closer to the way Kim wore it.
"Just head north, from here, I'll let you know when the next turn comes." He commented as she turned the corner, on all four wheels this time.
"You seem nervous." Lonnie commented.
"I'm not nervous. I'm terrified." He replied.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I don't know if some thing has happened to Kim, and it's worrying me. If she's been hurt, I don't know what I'd do." He replied, shuddering.
"Guess you really like her, don't you?" Lonnie replied.
"Yeah, I do." Ron replied, jaw set. "Can't we go any faster please?" He asked Connie. She laughed, and he felt the acceleration as she pressed her foot to the floor boards and the car accelerated upwards of a hundred miles an hour.
"I think she's lucky." Lonnie chuckled.
"Who?" Ron asked.
"This Kim girl. With a boyfriend like you..." He cut her off.
"I'm not her boyfriend." He replied.
"But you love her, why not?" Lonnie asked.
"We're best friends, have been since Pre-K, but... I don't know that I could think of her that way." He shook his head. "It's just not right."
"So? What does that have to do with anything?" Lonnie asked. "I've dated lots of my friends."
"On both sides of the coin." Connie snorted.
"You be quiet, who I date is none of your business." Lonnie grunted. "It doesn't matter anyway, I don't consider them dates." She snapped.
"And how did it turn out when you broke it off?" Ron asked, ignoring the obvious derivations possible from that sentence.
"Broke it off?" She asked curiously.
"She's probably not the best person to ask for advice on relationships." Connie commented. "She's still dating most of her boyfriends. She's a first order tease. She's got them all on the line, and none of them are getting anything." Ron stared at her blankly.
"You're not saying, that she's?" He asked. Connie nodded. "Does Bonnie know?" Another nod. He sighed.
"Ah well, take a right up here." He pointed, and the car whipped around on two wheels. "You just love doing that, don't you?" He asked. She nodded for the third time in as many minutes. Ron sighed.