Kudos to everyone who signed (yes Mutt&Jeff, chapter three was an off day lol) I'm hoping to go somewhere far with this one, the plots are swirling in my brain. Ho hummm what shall I do? There needs to be some drama. Yes, much drama…
For some reason, I was terrified. Terrified of what? Throughout all the missions I had gone through against Drakken, I had never been this scared before. I guess it was fear of the unknown. The more I thought about it, the more it confused me. Drakken and Shego seemed to have gotten out of prison awfully quickly. And he almost defeated me once, and who said that he was not determined enough to do it again? Why on earth would he capture two ten-year olds and hold them for ransom against me? Oh well, nothing much seemed to make sense any longer.
As we drew up to the building, Ron and I release hands. He reaches for the rusty metal door, but I reach out an arm to stop him. I was suspicious about a trap. My eyes scan the terrain, looking for anything out of the ordinary around a storage facility. Nothing seemed to strike me immediately. For some reason I could not shake off the feeling that someone was watching me. Yes, there was that age-old instinct that everyone talked about in those classic horror stories. Call it a sixth sense, female intuition, whatever... but there was someone, something preparing to pounce.
There! The smallest noise, a scuttle of two feet across pavement. I glance at Ron and nod, getting into a defensive fighting stance. I see Ron turn in the other direction, trying his best to see what it was that I was so cautious about. I had the feeling that any second now both of us were going to find out.
In the corner of my eye, I see the bright flash of green and black. Ah, the usual Drakken getting Shego to come out and get us. I whip around, kicking out with my right leg. She dodges and swings a glowing fist at my head. I counter, blocking it with a forearm, arching my back as I back-flip away. I land upon me feet, prepared for another attack. Shego pauses for a moment, the littlest trace of a smirk on her features.
"Well, well," she jeered, "Princess and Doofus are no longer hero and the sidekick now hmm?"
Lame. Totally lame. What kind of insult is that? I knew what she was saying, but how could that make any difference? Shego lunged for me again, fury etched in her features. What did she have to be so mad about? I see the faintest hint of a bruise upon her cheek. What was that? I knew that today I did not do it and last night I just launched her into the transmitting tower. Most others could not get anywhere near her like that. Oh well, not that I cared. Meanwhile, Ron was looking on anxiously, eyes following our every move. I wished he knew how to help, for I could see he really wanted to. Suddenlym it came to me.
"Ron!" I yelled, dodging Shego's blows, "monkey kung-fu!" Yes, he had gotten the "gift" of monkey kung-fu when he got in the way of Monkeyfist's ray. Maybe that stuck with him. He told me about when he had found out when he was in Japan. During the many times he boasted, some of the facts I knew he was stretching just a little, but I did not care. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ron tentativly start to enter the fray, throwing slices and punches at Shego as well. Finally we both aim a kick that flinged her against the wall. She slid down, unconscious.
"BOO-YAA!" shouted Ron, punching a fist in the air and jumping high.
Wow, he had surprised me. Monkey kung-fu comes in handy once in a blue moon. Never knew Ron could do that. From his reaction he didn't either.
I walk to the door and open it. The inside was pitch dark, very little light squeezing through the dusty window. I squint through the low lighting, eyes getting aquainted to the darkness. My body is tense, just waiting for something to hop out and scream, "Ooooga boooga!"
And that happened an instant after I thought about it. Well, not exactly the same way, but that was the general idea. Ten bulky robotic looking things dropped out of nowhere, carrying glowing nuclear point wands. They surrounded us, aiming the sticks of deadly energy at us. We back up to each other and his back bumps against mine. We both glance at each other, then away at the identical robots. My heart was pounding, both from nerves and… that feeling. I stop myself. No distractions. I need to focus on the task at hand.
A blaring light comes on, illuminating the floor behind the wall of metal men. I see Drakken's familiar blue figure come forward, a malicious grin pasted on his face. His arms were folded across his chest, body relaxed in a mocking way.
"Well, Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable," he said, "How do you like my new and improved Cyntho-drones?"
I snorted. I was not surprised that he would try and improve these stupid robots, but I was kind of proud that he actually remembered Ron's name. Yes, only that had changed. But still there was some fear etched in the back of my mind, something bothering me that would not leave. Perhaps things were more different than I thought. By the way Drakken was acting, he thought so too. There was a certain air around him, a ring of confidence to his voice. Did he have another plan that he thought could defeat me? He tried too much. Yet I cannot get the doubt out of my mind.
"You'd be happy to know that two certain little "someones" assisted in this technology," he said, starting to walk back and forth.
Yet another Drakken monologue. Let's get one with it! I wanted to know who the certain people were that helped him get his way. Wait… I did know. I start looking around frantically, eyes darting throughout the building, trying to make out the dark corners.
Drakken noticed this and snapped his fingers twice, and another light came on behind me. I whipped around. Tied to a large post, bound and gagged, were Jim and Tim. Their chins touched their chests, eyes closed. Bruises and scrapes covered their faces. The wound behind Tim's head was bleeding heavily. Anger rose within when I saw what he did. He tortured them. They knew a lot about machinery, almost as much as Wade. No wonder Drakken needed them. Plus, it was a way to get to me. A plan starts to formulate in my brain.
"And not to mention the secret person, my henchman that I have placed in your vicinity to tell me all about you," he sneered.
A spy? I wished I knew who it was, but right now I needed to get the twins and ourselves out of here.
Drakken was still monologueing, something he needed to fix if he wanted to become a better villian. But all bad guys did so, I had no room to complain. It gave me time to think. I stepped on Ron's foot to get his attention. Nothing happened. I press harder and still he paid no attention. I finally bear all my weight down on my heel, grinding it down.
Ron yelped and turned around, looking at me. Drakken paused for a moment then walked on, still chatting away. I shush him out of the corner of my mouth. I began to whisper my plan to him.
"I'll use the grappling hook and aim for the roofing beams and swing over to the twins," I explained, whispering quickly while still keeping my eye upon the emotionless Cyntho-drones and Drakken. My hand reached for the hair dryer/grappling rope. I curve my hand around the handle, finger place carefully upon the trigger. My gaze moves up to a spot above to twin's heads. There was a straight, thick beam that could support more than enough weight for me, Ron and the twins.
I whip out the grappling hook, aiming to the spot and screamed, "NOW!" I shoot the grappling hook and Ron grabs me around the waist as the rope retracts, pulling us both up. There were flashes of blue all around us as the drones fired their nuclear devices at us. I gasp as one painfully grazed across my back, searing me. I bite my lip as my eyes start to water in pain. But I remained focus as we drew closer to my brothers. I land beside them, running to the two. Jim cracks his eyelids open and mutters a "hey" through his gag. Tim remained out. We begin to work on the ropes, untying them. Drakken and his hench-robots were coming steadily closer. Ron whips out Rufus and he chews at the ropes. I take out my laser/lipstick and it burns through the bindings. Jim and Tim slump out. I carry Tim and Ron Jim as I aim the grappling hook at a lucky hole in the roof. As I straighten, my back stings painfully and there was a steady trickly of liquid.
The rope retracts again and gets us out of the building in the nick of time. As it pulled me up I yelled in pain as Ron and the twin's weight pulled my back. Another blue streak of light goes across my left leg. We finally get to the roof. I see the helicopter come and start to descend to us. I aim to a roof across the stret and the rope pulls us there, away from Drakken. On the edge I see him and the drones looking for us, but not in our direction. Both me and Ron release sighs of relief. I stand but stagger back, the wounds on my back and leg hurting. My first thought was the twins. I bent down to examine Tim. His head was injured severly in the back, blood still oozing. Ron hands me a handkerchief and I press it to his head. The wound was bad. Suddenly I slump forward, the world around me spinning nauseatingly. Ron rests a hand on me shoulder.
"KP, you are bleeding bad too," he said softly, brown eyes full of concern. I brush his comment away with a hand, but as I stood, the roof came to me in a rush. I hear Ron scream out my name distantly. I knew no more.
My eyes flutter open. I try to get my bearings and sit up, but a soft hand pushed me back down. An oxygen mask was placed over my mouth and I was on my side, a blurry shape attending my leg. There is an IV in the crook of my elbow, a pint of blood being pumped into me. I realized that I am in a medic copter. Jim and Tim were being looked at too. I turn over, the patched wound on my back stinging, and see my head is cradled in Ron's lap. He smiled at me.
"Scared me for a sec there KP," he said. "You ok?"
I nod in reply. An attendent came over to take off my mask, asking if anything besides my leg and back hurt. I shook my head and she walked over to Tim, who was a ghastly white.
"Is he okay?" I asked the attendant. She shook her head gravely. "There may be some bleeding in the brain that we'll need to operate on. He's in a coma right now. Are you a relative or friend?"
"He's my brother," I replied in a shallow breath. The woman came over and applied the mask back on me.
"We're almost there, don't stress yourself out."
Finally I feel the helicopter start to land at Middleton hospital. Meanwhile, thoughts were racing through my head. Drakken had changed. He almost beat me again. And those Cyntho-drones were new and improved. What was he planning now? The copter door opened and I was lowered on a stretcher, despite the feeble protests I had given. I did not want to be in the hospital! Sure I had gotten a few bumps, but the nurse said I needed medical attention. Ron stepped out with me, walking beside the stretcher. Jim and Tim come out behind me as we are wheeled inside. In front I see some doctors come out in white coats. My vision was blurry, so I could not recognize them. The attentdant that had been in the copter rushed to them.
"We have three kids. One's a teenage girl, the other two twin boys. They have not given any identification, so later we need to contact guardians. The teenage guy is alright, he had one minor abrasion to the forearm. One of the twin boys has bleeding internally and to the brain, so we'll need you to do surgery Dr. Possible."
Oh, great. I had forgotten about Mom. Hopefully she did not flip out when she found out who we were. I see one of the blurry shapes come towards us. It was my mother. Her eyes fly to Ron who was standing beside me. I see her gasp and run over to my stretcher. I see her concerned face bend over me.
"Kimmie!" she shreiked, paling, "What are you doing here?"
"Um…Drakken kidnapped Jim and Tim-,"
What!" she said, moving to the twins behind me. "Oh Lord," she whispered, "What happened?" She took Tim to the OR and I was wheeled off to an examination room. Great, a day of crimefighting and here I am, helpless in a stupid hospital. Today was a great day. And to think that all I wanted was a day of relaxation, then a date that night with Ron. Oh well, things change. Ron wandered off to the vending machines as I was being examined. He muttered something about Cheez-its. I withdraw into my own thoughts. This was two close calls for me. Was he becoming to much? And what about the spy thing? Who was it? I neded to know!
Hmm, not my best but I still give it an A. Not an A though. Don't worry, the plot will start to take a true form soon!