Now Loading KND Operation: DARK MIRROR
Disclaimer: I do not own the Kids Next Door organization or show. I just wish I did. Oh, yeah, but own Numbuh 192,776, Numbuh 192, Numbuh 143, and Numbuh 76, Negatives 1-5, Negative 75.
Summary: What happens when an evil and more powerful version of the Kids Next Door from another dimension discovers and decides to invade our universe? One word: CHAOS!!! Can the KND beat them…or will they be forced to call for help from their dreaded enemies? Join them as they combat their worst foes ever: THEMSELVES!!!
Note from author: My good and loyal readers, I bring you good news! I just saved a whole lot of money in my car insurance by switching to Geico(Just kidding! I don't have a car.). I will be able to write the story with their alter egos from Operation: POOL because I found their profiles in (I found it a week ago but thanks anyway to sponge kid a.k.a #33. Thanks.)! Anyway, I think I'll be able to add them in the next chapter. Thanks for the good reviews!! God bless.
PS This chapter may be kind of dull(I took a little too much of a break from writing due to the many Christmas and New Year parties) but it's still important to understand the next chapter, which I am sure will be much more interesting. Also, the questions at the end if my last addition is answered here.
PPS I also made a profile of the KND operatives I am writing about to make things a little bit more interesting.
Chapter 5: Whereabouts
Two weeks had passed since the first battle and things weren't looking good for the Kids Next Door. Despite the global help of the Delightful Children for Down the Lane, the teenagers, and adults, more than half the world was now officially CND property. Of course, the organization was puzzled and Numbuh 4's comrades even more so. "How could this happen? Numbuh 4 would never leak out any info on us, ever. He's a tough guy and he would never squeal out on us. How could they do it?" These questions rang in the heads of KND operatives everywhere as they were quickly loosing ground to the enemies.
Indeed, this was so critical that the Sector V group was moved to one of the tree houses in London, England. With the whole of North and South America completely taken over and half of Asia under the control of the CND, this was a crisis. The tree house in London was one of many desperately trying to defend Europe from the invasion. Numbuhs 1-5 and Numbuh 68 were in the sleeping since they were through with their shift and it was late at night. Numbuh 1 was in a bunk asleep. He and the team had a very strenuous week protecting the tree house from the attacks that occurred daily. In his sleep, his mind recalled the what had happened after the first attack in his sector.
Numbuh 1's dream began as he and some security officers ran to the bridge to find out what had happened to his Chief of Security. In the bridge, he was a laser-burn mark to the left of the huge monitor in front of the Captain's chair. In the carpeted floor, there were some fibers. And in the walls, there were some blood stains.
"Hmm…" the leader thought, "there are signs of foul play but there are no signs of Numbuh 4. Where is he?"
Quickly, he walked to the Numbuh 4's console, which had been analyzed because it was filled with fingerprints. The investigators were very disappointed with their find because it was either the captors had the same fingerprints as their victim or they didn't touch it at all.
With permission, Numbuh 1 used the console to access the security surveillance videos. The huge monitor displayed an image of Numbuh 4 in his station(dubbed "Tactical" because it controls anything that has to do with weapons, security, and defense) behind the Captain's chair. Numbuh As time went on, he saw a figure sneaking behind the Australian operative holding a see-through wire and walking toward his unsuspecting victim. As Numbuh 4 was shooting down enemy planes, he suddenly noticed the thin piece of string fall on his neck. Before he could call on his friends for help, it suddenly tightened around him. Struggling for his life, he tried to loosen the wire but he couldn't. The enemy was too strong and he was running out of strength. Then, he remembered that he had his rifle just beside him. But as soon as he turned to his side, he saw a figure who looked like Numbuh 1 but had on a black shirt instead of the usual red, two swords on his waist, and his rifle on his hand.
"Looking for this?" the person said jeeringly with a sly smile on his face.
"No, I must live," thought the Security officer trying to fight for his dear life, " Must fight… but how?"
Suddenly, an idea stuck him. Quickly, he formed a fist and thrust it into the face of his attacker. Instantly, he felt the sting loosen completely and turned around to defend himself. With just a few blows, the enemy flew past Tactical station and just in front of the Captain's chair. He ran to where his enemy lay to take a good look at him. Numbuh 4's mouth hung open as he saw what his attacker looked like. Except for the injury on the cheek, the culprit looked exactly like him. (It was Negative 4!!!). Before he could do anything else, he felt the barrel of his rifle jabbed into his back.
"Crud!!" he thought, "I totally forgot about him!"
"OK, you," growled Negative 1 angrily and taking one step backwards, "Put your hands up and prepare for capture immediately!"
Slowly, Numbuh 4 did so and submitted to his captor. Suddenly he turned around striking the end of the gun with his hand and delivered a blow to Negative 1's face with his foot. A laser beam shot out of the rifle and hit the left side of the huge monitor as the tyrant tried to respond by shooting his captive. Unexpectedly, the Chief of Security saw a large, corpulent shadow behind him and felt a sudden burst of electric charge in his body causing him to fall unconscious.
"Ha!" laughed Negative 2 with a smile, "No one can resist 300 volts of electricity. The boss will be so pleased!"
Negative 3 walked into the bridge holding medical kits in both hands and a mustard-bottle handgun on her waist. Quickly, she ran to the her leader to treat him but a glare on his face that told her 'I don't need that. That's for weak people. Get away form me!' drew her away. Instead, she walked to Negative 4, who she could recognize through a bandage on his cheek, to help him.
"Quickly!" shouted Negative 1 to the others, "Carry the prisoner to the nearest RDU(Rectangular Deployment Unit). He must be in there when it launches again in our 'retreat.'"
Negative 4 carried the unconscious Negative 4 on her back as she ran to the CND unit while Negative 1 and 2 carried Numbuh 4 and a headily armed Negative 5 escorted them into the vehicle.
As the screen went blank, all the background went black and all he could see was him at Tactical. Suddenly, a black figure jumped on him holding a sword and holding it close to his heart. With a grizzly smile, he said, "In a few days, your little organization will be destroyed a and, when that happens, I will kill you. You know that, right?"
Then, he plunged his blade into the screaming and terrified leader's heart instantly waking him up and alerting him to the fact that it was only a dream(his brain added what happened in the past paragraph). He looked around and saw that everything was still dark. Everyone was looking at him and a few security guards ran into the room with their rifle lights on and pointing at him.
"You ok there, Numbuh 1?" asked the second-in-command dubbed as Numbuh 5.
"I-I-I'm ok, Numbuh 5," assured Numbuh 1 turning red from embarrassment, "It was only a dream."
"Well," she said laying her head on a pillow, "go back to sleep. It's still 2 in the morning."
"Sorry," he apologized, "Good night."
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Many KND agents considered Numbuh 4 a traitor for giving out information to the enemy. Only his friends form Sector V and those who really knew him well disagreed. They knew that what he was going through must have been terribly intense. But, they knew that, no matter how terribly he was treated, he would never tell the enemies anything. He'd never do that. Never…at least, not intentionally. But, of course, they didn't know what the young Chief of Security was experiencing in his new day-to-day life. None of them could imagine that.
Numbuh 4 was lying in his prison cell, where he could hear screams of torture given to captives scheduled for the evening 'interrogations.' With his body aching painfully and his mind worn out, his bunk offered a final rest after his difficult day. For 14 whole days, he was treated terribly and was abused by his captors. In his dreams, he would imagine the good times he had the days before his capture and things he would wish would happen. Often he would dream that the Kids Next Door had broken into the prison he was held in and would free him from the bondage he was currently in or he would imagine that he was able to break out and, somehow, get back to the tree house in Sector V with his friends. Of course, with the state of the organization and his current reputation, that was somewhat unrealistic. With the information he had given unconsciously, very few would risk their lives for him.
In his dream, he saw opened his eyes to see a familiar bright and happy face in front of him and looking at him.
"K-Kuki, is-is that you?" he asked in a half-awake state.
"Numbuh 4, after your long journey, you're alive!!!" she exclaimed in joy and excitement pulling him up and embracing him, "Quickly, let's go the three tree house and play with the others!"
Looking around confused, he inquired, "W-Where are we?"
"In a flower field, silly," she said with her usual smile, "After you got here, you fell down the hill a few feet away and hit your head on a rock."
"How can I be alive, then?" asked Numbuh 4 still confused, "I-I'm supposed to be dead. The impact on my head should have cracked my skull open and killed me!"
"Are you happy to be alive or not?!" she asked him in return this time angry.
Seeing his mistake he answered with a nervous smile, "Um, I'm happy aren't you?"
Returning to her happy state, she took hold of his hand and said, "Let's go!"
"Right!" Numbuh 4 answered running to the base with her.
Together, they ran across the flowers headed for the huge tree house in front of them. As soon as they arrived, he they ran to the living room where Numbuh 2 was playing a game using the G-Cube Station 2.
"Good afternoon!" greeted the smiling Japanese operative as she and Numbuh 4 jumped into the room.
"Numbuh 4!" Numbuhs 1,3, and 5shouted in glee and ran to see their long gone comrade.
"Where were you?" inquired Numbuh 2.
"How was your journey?" asked Numbuh 5.
"We're glad to have you back, Numbuh 4," their British leader said patting him on the shoulder, "So, how was it?"
"Good," the Australian answered, "but I really missed you guys. But, most of all, (turning to Numbuh 3)I missed you, Kuki."
Embracing her, he said, "Heck, I missed you so much, I could kiss ya."
"Well, here goes nothing," he said bringing his face closer to hers.
"Um… Numbuh 5 and the others will leave you two alone for a while," Numbuh 5 said leaving and turning to Numbuhs 1 and 2 to also head out, "We'll be in the kitchen cooking up some lunch. Meet us there when you two are done."
As he continued, he suddenly felt an unexpected pain in his arm and felt hands all over him carrying him somewhere. Holding his arm, he stopped and looked around him seeing nothing unusual.
"Well," the girl said, "go on."
"He-he, sorry," laughed Numbuh 4 nervously thinking, "Perhaps it was just all in my mind."
As he continued, he abruptly felt as if he was dropped into a platform and felt restraints being fitted on him around his body. Once again, he looked around him. Nothing.
"Huh?" he asked puzzled.
Seeing Kuki with an growing impatient, he went back to kissing her. But once again, he felt a heavy lead helmet being placed on his head and a sudden shock of electricity.
"Listen," she said turning to the kitchen, "If you don't really want to its ok. You don't have to. See ya."
"No," called out, "I do but-but…well –"
"What?" she asked.
"Um…well, I…uh–"
"Why are you holding that gun pointing at me?" she asked in walking backward cautiously in fright, "Put that thing down or someone could get hurt!"
"Wait a minute, this wasn't there before!" said Numbuh 4 holding the real firearm up to his level to examine it yet not noticing that it was still pointing at her, "Eh, I bet the thing isn't even loaded."
BANG!!!
She fell limp on the floor with blood spewing everywhere from her head.
"Kuki!!!" Numbuh 4 shrieked in horror as he ran to her aid, "Crud, I shouldn't have forgotten to make sure the 'safety' was on and face it away! Oh, Kuki, please forgive me!"
Throwing the gun down, he held her in his arms with tears in his eyes. With tears in his eyes, he held her up and called out to her, "Forgive me, please, Kuki. I love you. Please forgive me."
Immediately, he saw Numbuhs 1, 2, and 5 rushing to the scene and gazing at them in utter dismay. Numbuh 5 knelt down to feel her fallen comrade's wrist for her pulse. Nothing. Her grim face immediately told the others of the results. She was dead.
Out of the blue, everything changed into a cemetery. Numbuhs 1-5 were all around Numbuh 3's grave grieving their loss. Numbuh 1 was reading the eulogy as the other agents mourned. After Numbuh 1 was finished, everyone was silent.
"Well," Numbuh 4 said with a tear on his eye, "I-I'm sorry, Kuki. I wish this never happened."
"Well," Numbuh 1 replied sternly, "here speaks her murderer. I'm sure he cares for her!"
Everyone glared at Numbuh 4 furiously.
"It's all your fault!!!" accused Numbuh 2 angrily, "Why did you shoot her in the first place?! I thought you liked her!"
"I-I-I do," protested Numbuh 4 in defense, "but I didn't mean to shoot her. I mean, I never even brought the gun in the first place!"
"The gun was found in front of you," Numbuh 5 said, "Are you trying to tell us that the gun just appeared there loaded and pointing at her for no reason?"
"But-but-but–"
"I can't believe you," Numbuh 1 said, "and all she wanted to ask you was… 'What are the defense codes to the Moon Base and the London tree house?'"
"WHAT!?!" exclaimed the stunned security officer scarcely believing his ears, "Why would she want to know that!?! I mean, she's a medical officer, for Pete's sake!! What use would she have of it? It's like me asking Numbuh3 how to treat Leukemia! It's pointless! It's absurd! It's–"
"Will you shut up and answer the girl's question!?!" shouted Numbuh 1 impatiently, "You already killed her! Do you have to insult her further!?! Just Answer the girl's question! What are the defense codes to the Moon Base and the London tree house!?!"
"But-but, you know the answer, too, Numbuh 1" protested the Chief of Security remembering that he must never discus security matters outside his designated tree house, "You also know that I cant answer that when I'm away from the–"
"Shut up and answer the question!!!" demanded the leader, "What are the defense codes to the Moon Base and the London tree house!?!"
"Yeah," exclaimed Numbuh 2 and 5 with a sly smile on their faces, "What are the defense codes to the Moon Base and the London tree house?"
Soon he felt them take hold of collar of his orange sweater and repeating in almost complete unison, "What are the defense codes to the Moon Base and the London tree house? What are the defense codes to the Moon Base and the London tree house? What are the defense codes to the Moon Base and the London tree house?"
This, they repeated until he felt two dead-cold hands grasping his legs and saw a half-decomposed looking Numbuh 3 pull herself up and demand for herself, "What are the defense codes to the Moon Base and the London tree house!?!"
Numbuh 4 shrieked in utter terror as he saw this and awoke to find himself in the CND Interrogation Room 14, where he was questioned every single day of the two weeks he was there. Negative 1, who was in the other side of the room, pulled out the heavy lead helmet from his head. Calmly, he walked in front of his captive and asked, "So, Numbuh 4, why don't you answer the girl's question? What are the defense codes to the Moon Base and the London tree house?"
Seeing that this was only a cruel trick inflicted upon him by this demented fellow, he growled at Negative 1 and shouted, "For 2 whole weeks, you have terrorized me with your horrible devises of torture, you've injected me with your bloody drugs, you've tormented me with your horrible little 'pain inducers,' you've given me your bloody 'shock therapies,' and now, you have terrorized me in the privacy of my sleep using my own memories and imagination to do it just to relieve your thirst for our top secret information and you expect me just to give it to you eagerly!?! What type of a ferocious beast are you!?!"
Hearing the disrespect of this mere 'slave,' Negative 1 took the pleasure of thrusting his clutched fist into the stomach of his bound prisoner and striking him clear across his cheek. With a scowl, he growled to his victim, "Listen, you impudent dog! When you are in my interrogation room or within the confines of my camp, I am your master and your god!!! You will speak to me respectfully because I determine if you live or die! When I command you to do anything, you are to do everything I say, to the last letter!!! Understood, you puny slave!?!"
"Go ahead!" shouted the loyal KND Chief of Security, "Kill me!!! It's far better do die than to stay in this little hell-hole you run here!!! And by the way, you're not my God!!! He does things with justice and mercy. He is righteous and is not a tyrant!!! The Lord God does things for the ultimate good while you do things only for your own self-interest! D--- you, you're no god!!! And you call yourself a leader? Numbuh 1 is far greater than you are! Heck, anyone is a greater leader than you are!!! Why, you're just like a mean, heartless kid pulling the legs and wings off a poor, defenseless fly!!!"
Seeing that Numbuh 4was still resisting, he growled and shouted, "SHUT UP, YOU MISERABLE DOG!!! So, that's what you think of he, huh? Let's see if you can withstand this!!!"
Quickly, the cruel dictator pulled out of the drawer a strange looking remote control with a dial, a red LED(Light Emitting Diode) bulb, and red switch. Upon flipping the switch, Numbuh 4 felt an unspeakable pain ravaging through him. It felt as if he had been set aflame, whipped mercilessly, and electrocuted with 30,000 volts of pure energy. Those 'pain inducers,' which were especially designed to make every single nerve in the body to send out pain signals, were so terrible that it made even the toughest to cry out for mercy. Finally, after 20 grueling minutes, the evil despot finally released him from the horrible pain.
"Have you had enough?" asked Negative 1 smirking, "Now, will you give us those defense codes or do we have to do this the hard way again?"
"Never!!!" growled the steadfast security officer, "You'd have higher chances of being run-over by a group of crazed kangaroos in the middle of China than of me giving any information about the Kids Next Door!!!"
"Well," Negative 1 said smiling, "Let's improve the chances, shall we?"
Turning to his assistant, he called out to him., "Negative 22(the guy he caw yelling at in Chap. 1), would you kindly prepare a dose of 'the drug?' With the reactions he has been showing from the day he arrived here, I think he likes it. Prepare it for him, will you?"
"Aye, sir" responded the CND agent taking up a syringe with a black substance and walking toward a shrieking Numbuh 4.
"No!!!" pleaded the terrified Australian, "Please, not that!!! No, no!!! PLEASE!!!"
Finally, it was done. Numbuh 4 was now half-unconscious seeing all lines that divided and distinguished things move around and the colors of the items all changing without pattern. Half his brain was asleep – the part that resisted.
"Name?" asked Negative 1 starting the cycle of first asking the casual questions and later adding the top secret ones.
"Wallaby Beatles," responded the drugged victim.
"Codename?"
"Numbuh 4"
"KND identification number?"
"KND-1496-82-2,"
"Color of clothes?"
"Orange and blue,"
"Security codes of Paris tree house?"
"A59-Paris-French toast-G579"
"Security codes of Beijing tree house?,"
"L19-chopstick-red-C14"
"Defense protocol …"
This is how the questioning happened and how Negative 1 received his intelligence reports without Numbuh 4 knowing that he did give the information he wanted, using truth drugs. All Numbuh 4 knew was that it was a punishment because each time that he was drugged, Negative 1 would pretend that the facts he wanted were still unknown to him and try to 'beat the answers out of him' using the pain inducers, electrical wires, and other means. But like all methods, it had a problem. It would begin to loose affect after 2 weeks of usage because the body was starting to develop a resistance it. In short, it was loosing its effects. As a result, the data collected were a jumble of correct answers, correct answer to the wrong questions, or mistakes and errors. Of course, he didn't know which were in which category until he tried them on the KND tree houses themselves. Then, he'd know. Also, there were times when he would resist giving him the answers, a time that would really anger Negative 1.
Being experienced with the methods of torture, Negative 1 was aware that he was running out of time because, soon, the truth drugs will completely loose its effects. Knowing that the loyal Chief of Security would never allow himself to betray his friends, he would need a way of disposing of Numbuh 4 in a way that was quite effective and would definitely disturb the enemies to the mental and emotional level. More importantly, he needed someone else to be his source of intelligence… someone who was entrusted by his parallel counterpart of much more top secret information and knew about the newly devised attack patterns and missions…someone like Numbuh 5.
That night, walking down the hall with this in his mind, he activated his communicator and talked to his little 'servant'.
"Negative 22, I want a meeting with our top strategists to plan another attack on the KND London tree house ," Negative 1 said smiling, "this time, tell them that that we'll be planning another abduction…"
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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 5!!! So what do you think of it? When will the abduction take place and what will be the effect? Will they be successful in their evil attempt? In his sick and sadistic mind, how does Negative 1 plan on killing Negative 4? How does the KND react to this sick plan and how will they save him from this horrible death? What role will the DNK, the Toilenator, and the Delightful Children from Down the Lane have on the plans? Find out in the next adventure Chap.6 !!!
