Allo minna! Haven't posted anything in a while, I know, but since I'm taking creative writing this year maybe I'll get more up. I've been writing but sadly, haven't been posting. I thought I'd try my hand at this but I'm not sure yet how it'll go...if I even continue it from here. You guys let me know what you think, ne?
Disclaimer: Kim Possible is not mine. Sniff Waah ;-;
Prologue: Heaven's A LieOnce upon a time my name was Kimberly Ann Possible, and I lived an extraordinary life.
I lived at home with my family. My parents were remarkable - my mother a top nuero-surgeon, my father a rocket scientist. I also had two younger brothers, twin terrors named Jim and Tim. Irritating as any younger brothers may be, I loved them very much. Scuffles aside, my family was generously lovingly.
I went to high school at Middleton High. I maintained very good grades. I was the captain of the cheerleading squad and far from unpopular. But despite all that, my closest friend was a lanky blonde named Ron Stoppable. Everyone thought he was a loser except me. Ron had been my friend since pre-school. He was my support in everything from missions to typical high school drama.
Missions? Oh, yes. Another major part of my unimaginable teenage life. I ran a non-profit service to society via an internet website. 'Kim Possible - I Can Do Anything'; that was my slogan. What went from a sort of jack-of-all-trades attempt at a part-time job exploded into a world of crime fighting. I faced all sorts of crooks, small timers to the criminally insane, but somehow I always managed to come out on top - with Ron always right there by my side. I can honestly say he saved my life just as many times as I saved his.
Everything just seemed right, like somehow things had fallen into permenant place and nothing could ever disrupt my heaven. I would always make good grades, always beat the bad guy, then always celebrate with Ron at Bueno Nacho before always coming home to a warm family.
But I found out one cold day that nothing is ever permenant.
Ron was at my house lounging in front of the television with my brothers, having volunteered to spend the day at my house with me while I babysat. I came downstairs and saw my mother pass by the living room.
"Comfortable there, Ronald?" she asked him teasingly.
He smirked joyfully. "You bet, Mrs. Doctor P."
That's what he called my parents, the Doctors P. They thought it was as cute as I did. She laughed and continued toward the washroom with the bundle of clothes she intended to clean. My father passed her by and gave her a swift peck on the cheek, one arm in his business coat and the other struggling to pull it around behind him.
I stopped and leaned on the rail of the stairwell, watching my parents interact. My mother smiled a gentle, loving smile intended for only my father, which he returned before continuing his conquest over his jacket. So informal but so loving...sometimes I was really in awe of the relationship my parents shared.
He stopped at the front door, adjusting the coat which he'd finally managed to pull on, and stuck his head into the living room.
"You boys behave yourselves while we're gone and listen to your sister."
They nodded in acknowledgement but even from my viewpoint on the stairs I could see them smirk. I groaned inwardly. It wasn't a good sign. My father didn't catch it and went to reach for the doorknob. Then he stopped and I heard him chuckle.
"Be hard to drive to work without my keys," he said to himself. He turned back to head into the kitchen and caught sight of me on the stairs. "Right Kimmie?"
I laughed. My mother, having a sixth sense about these things as all mothers do, came into the hallway and held my father's keys out to him. She smiled at me.
"Kimme I'm about to do start the laundry. Do you have anything you want me to wash?"
"Yeah, sure Mom. One sec."
I turned and started back up the stairs. I could hear my parents' conversation fade away.
"Laundry? Honey are you sure you can finish that and make it to work on time?"
"Well I'm sure I won't be any more late than you will be..."
I opened the door to my room and looked around. Some dirty mission clothes lay in the corner...and on my desk...and next to my window. I laughed at my own untidiness and made my way about the room collecting them. Once catching the last messed shirt from my window sill, I stared out at the sky. It was blanketed by low grey clouds. I watched the trees sway gently in the breeze and sighed softly in distant reverie.
I was startled out of my daze by a steady rumbling around me. The trees were now bent sideways behind tempest winds. I dropped my clothes and started toward the door.
"Mom? Dad?" I called down the stairs.
"What on Earth?" I heard my father's voice proclaim over the raucous trembling of my house.
Then there was chaos. It happened fast, very fast. There was an explosion which was so loud in my ears it was as if my own eardrums had burst. A series of quick cracks and pops came too, as if someone had taken bubblewrap and twisted it next to my ear. Then it was hot. A fervent invisible wall crashed into me out of nowhere and I felt weightless. The blast of heat pushed me into forced flight and I felt myself catapult out through my window. Shards of glass sent slashes along my body. The sting was only worsened by the searing heat of the explosion. The wind, overpowering in its force, propelled me even further through open air. I did not feel myself hit the ground.
There was darkness, I can remember that, but I don't know if I was unconscious, and if I was, for how long. Slowly I felt things coming back to me and the first thing that came to mind was immense pain. I would've screamed had I had the energy. It took everything I had just to keep breathing. I rolled onto my back and found myself at the base of a tree in my backyard. Through the leaves I could see a black shape speed across the sky. The wind no longer whipped around me.
I heard crackling still, somewhat like before. My mind somehow in its haze still functioned on autorun and unconsciously I knew what it had been. The cracks and pops had been wood splitting in the explosion, and by the sound of it, it had not yet stopped.
Darkness seemed to blot out the sky above the tree and my brow furrowed. I caught a strong smell and curious, I forced my body upright. I pulled myself to my feet and turned back toward my house. My knees buckled beneeth me. I clung to the trunk of the tree for dear life as I watched my home go up in flames.
"No...no! Mom! Dad! RON!"
On unsteady legs I rushed back toward the burning building. I knew if I could get in there somehow I could save them. Some might already even be outside, I thought. Everyone would be okay.
But it was all for naught. As I drew closer, a mere five feet from my back door, there was a loud creak. That was the only signal given before the roof collapsed and buried all I loved inside.
Very suddenly I was left with nothing. Everyone was dead, and I was alone.
Ron Stoppable and the entire Possible family were gone.
Including myself.
This was no accident, I knew. Someone had killed my family. If I went to anyone else now - Wade, Monique, anyone - odds are they would be taken too. No...I wouldn't let it happen.
Casting one last glance toward the fallen house, I turned and fled.
Life was hard following that day. I cashed out an emergency fund my family had set up - $50,000. With it, I bought a decent car and rented an appartment in a town about three states away from Middleton (but I still couldn't get far enough away). I furnished it rather simply at first with a bed, small refrigerator, a microwave, a cable tv, and a computer. I wanted to keep as much money as I could. That whole first year I lived off of microwavable meals just to be safe.
I decided I needed a job and worked a series of small ones ranging from a waitress to a life guard at the city pool. Of course, I couldn't look the same as I did before. Kim Possible was supposed to be dead - what would happen if someone spotted her almost a thousand miles away? So I died my hair (but kept it long). It was a very dark blue, almost black. Some people said it looked a little gothic, but must said it was exotic - almost like I'd look foreign if I got a tan. And I did, a light golden brown. I began wearing fake blue lenses to fool people, even though it killed my "exotic" look. But then again, the more unique I looked, the better. I even had a pair of black thin rimmed glasses that I wore when I was out in public.
My name was a problem too. I had to put together a name and profile for myself and some phony background information to prove their "validity" under questionable circumstances. I became known as Tabitha or 'Tabby' by the locals (thanks to a tabby cat owned by the local mechanic which was rubbing along my ankles when he asked my name) before I put together an official one, so I made that my middle name. My full name became Jaclyn Tabitha Rades.
That, my friends, was five years ago. Since then I've, against my better judgement, began another service website - except this time, profitable to my ends. Keeping with the irony of my past name's association with such employment (Kim Possible - Impossible), my online alias became my name shortened - from Jac. T. Rades came Jack Trades. It's been going strong for almost a year now, slowly but surely growing wider in its popularity.
As hard as I try and distance my old life from my new one I can never forget what happened that day. I continue to hunt for clues even to this day regarding what happened. One day I'll find out who took my life away from me and exposed my heaven as a lie.
My name is Jaclyn Rades, and this is my story.
End Prologue
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