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: Hello peoples! Thanks for the good reviews! Thank you all very much for your support in my writings. Sorry about the drop in quality in this chapter. I was trying to squeeze this and something else that happens in the next chapter together to solve the Numbuh 192-86 conflict but cramming next chapter's event together will make a chapter way too long for me to write in a week…especially with my mom who says that me writing is good is away thousands of kilometers away and my dad who thinks that me writing is just a big waste of time and effort is trying to get me to do something else. Anyway, thanks for your reviews and God bless…

PS At least this isn't the second-to-the-last chapter as I have originally planned. This took longer and more pages than I had expected.

Chapter 11: Battles From Within And From Without

Meanwhile, Numbuh 192 was jogging his way from hall to hall desperately looking for Numbuh 3 and being attacked by his conscience…literally.

"Conscience!" the alloyed Numbuh 192 shouted as he ran and argued with an almost transparent version of himself, "What the Hell is wrong with you! You're my conscience right?"

"Correct," the imaginary figure responded.

"You see, feel smell, touch, hear, and experience everything I do, right?" the operative inquired as he continued to run.

"Also correct," Numbuh 192's moral sense as he too searched.

"Them why are you not siding with me!" the agent demanded, "Remember the time I first met Numbuh 86? We were in the Arctic Base …"

(Flashback)

As I walking through the dorms, I found a diary on the ground.

"There are evil people dishonorable enough to use diaries to blackmail others," I think to myself stuffing it into by backpack, "I will kept it securely until the international flag ceremonies, the time when everyone on the Academy gathers to meet."

And when the time comes, I look at the log book for any name and finding none on the cover, I look in the first few pages and read the cursed name 'Fanny Fulbright.' Looking up to find this mysterious character, I find her glaring directly at me.

"Good, you are here," I say with a smile and a look of respect, "I'm glad to see you. Now, I can finally give you back your –"

SLAP!

Before I could complete my sentence, she gave me a cold and hateful slap on the face and grabbed the book from my hands. The sound was so loud, everyone on the Great Hall hear and turned to look at me.

"Diary reader!" she yelled at me with an evil glare for disgust and aversion before turning around to leave me.

"Freak!" another girl beside her shouted at me while also glaring at me before accompanying the one later to be called Numbuh 86.

The crowd also looked at me with disgust and, from then on, the time I spent in the Academy became the most miserable time of my life.

(End of Flashback)

"Everyone looked down at me from that day on and I had to work hard to gain their trust again and to regain my honor. Even after the graduation, people still look at me with mistrust," Numbuh 192 remembered aloud, "Yet, she still hates me and, from time to time, she makes my life a living Hell."

"I remember that time," his conscience responded as the searched intently for the lost agent, "I remember it just as if it were yesterday."

"Then, why aren't you siding with me!" Numbuh 192 shouted as he still tried to find Numbuh 3, "She has tormented me ever since the first time I lay my eyes on her!"

"But one must always be ready to forgive," the moral sense responded, "After all…"

"FORGIVE!" Numbuh 192 shouted back, "I have forgiven her countless times yet she continues to torment me!"

"But…" the inner voice tried to protest before being rudely interrupted by his raging owner.

"Remember the time she forced me into full-janitorial duty and humiliated me in front one of the highest ranking officials of the KND!" Numbuh 192 growled as he recalled the event, "I was heading for the Docking Bay(where the vehicles are) in order to carry out my routine patrols throughout the Sectors when I met three teenagers who had broken out of Numbuh 86' decommissioning squad. After successfully neutralizing all two of them, I was assaulted by the final third but was able to knock him down, too, although I went down from his attack. Waking up, I find myself being criticized by my superior for failure to take action, sleeping on the job, and cowardice and am given full toilet janitorial duty, of all the most humiliating tasks possible! After a day of labor in finishing the boys' room and completing 90 the girls' bathroom, I was stupid enough to wipe sweat away from my brow with the black 'janitorial duty' headband and hiding it on my pocket. Being hot, tired, an thirsty, I decided to walk to the break room for a Gatorade(not mine). Stupidly without the black janitor's band, I walk out of the girls room and right in from to Numbuh 86 and 23, the Head of Kids Next Door Asia! Before I know what I was happening, I found myself doing 192 push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, and other excercises to add to my stress. And after being demoted by 5 ranks and reaching the canteen, by drink is taken by my superior for not finishing my assigned task!"

"Well," the transparent Numbuh 192 tried to respond before being interrupted by his owner, "this –"

"Did she even bother to explain to my superior that I was the one who stopped the escapists and not her when she actually witnessed me doing it!" Numbuh 192 demanded, "What did she do for me anyway? She openly humiliated me in the cafeteria the next day making me the laughing stock of the Moon Base!"

"Well, she–"

"And do you know what else!" the enraged Numbuh 192 shouted, "She even framed me again and made me spend two weeks cleaning the halls of the Moon Base as janitor! Only after a year was I able to recover from the humiliation and rise up the ranks again! What do I do with a girl like that! Huh?"

"Love is patient, love is kind," the conscience quoted from Scripture(Bible in NIV), "It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

"Love!" Numbuh 192 looked at the imaginary embodiment of his moral voice with a confused look on his face.

"Yes, love," his transparent version responded quoting yet again, "Love one another as I have loved you."

"Grrr, I do not love her!" Numbuh 192 growled once again shaking in fury, "Do you know what I want to do with her, huh? I want to take hold of her and do the same thing she did to me! I will humiliate her and destroy every good though everybody she knows ever had about her! SHE WILL PAY!"

"Wow," the transparent version looked at his owner and original, "The prophet Isaiah was right when he said that 'the heart of man is desperately wicked.' Your behavior most proves it and refutes even the best atheist that this it isn't so."

"Listen," the boy said with a stern voice, "You're looking at this in a limited one-sided way. God is not only the Lord of mercy. He's also the Judge of us all and He condemns the guilty and punishes them, too. And it's about time that that stupid, worthless Numbuh 86 lead a thing or two about justice and punishment."

"Oh, wow," the conscience muttered with a hint of sarcasm, "You, the great and honorable warrior, will gain much honor by attacking a girl and beating her down emotionally, if not physically, too. Wow, you must be some man to accomplish this amazing and noble feat."

"Shut up," the boy grumbled, "and don't be stupid. She's harmed me, too, and many more times than she harms the rest on my peers. I have a reason to angry."

"I don't blame you for your absurd thinking," the symbol of morality said, "When one is angry, stupid decisions are bound to be made…by the dozen if not by the hundred. Cool down a bit and think about what you say before you say them or you could loose more honor than you have."

"What are you talking about!" Numbuh 192 growled, "She took my honor. She made a fool out of me. She–"

"Correction," conscience adjusted his owner's words, "She didn't. You did."

"What are you–"

"You," the moral sense explained, "could have just calmly said, 'Oh really? Perhaps we should just wait for more information and evidences before making any suspicions.' That way you would have lost nothing and would have looked like a responsible and logical soldier of God and her attempt would have failed miserably. Instead, you broke out in anger and destroyed your own honor looking like a responsible but irritable fool with a scarred reputation. It was your decision and it was your fault, not Numbuh 86's."

"But–" Numbuh 192 tried to protest before being interrupted.

"But, nothing," the conscience responded again, "Yes, she started it but you could have decided not carry it on. But you didn't, so stop blaming her."

"I hate you," Numbuh 192 hissed in defiance with a despising look.

"King Solomon was right, too," conscience said turning away and rising up to the air and quoting Scripture again, "He said, 'Do not correct a scoffer, lest he hate you.' And he couldn't be any more accurate. You are a fool. I have done my part and still resist the voice of reason. Therefore, I wash my hands and leave you to your foolishness. Expect yourself to punished by Him, the Righteous Judge. May He have mercy on your wicked soul."

And with that, he ascended through the ceiling with the a addressing his owner, "Farewell, master."

"Farewell," Numbuh 192 growled yet again, "stupid."

And the two parted with the human walking down the halls looking for the operative alone and the transparent version ascending to the heavens.

Minutes passed as the operative continued his search until he started hearing some foot steps accompanying him.

"Halt," Numbuh 192 shouted quickly turning behind him with his rifle ready for firing, "Who goes there!"

Nothing.

With a confused look, Numbuh 192 muttered to himself as he turned back to his original direction, "Maybe I'm just working too hard. The stress must be getting to me."

As he proceeded, he once again heard the sounds of some one(or something) else following him.

"Halt," he repeated turning to an empty hall, "who goes there!"

Once again seeing nothing, Numbuh 192 was even more puzzled.

"Hello," he held his rifle ready while waving it around him, "I know you're there. Show yourself!"

Sill, nothing.

"I know you're there!" he shouted again, "Show yourself!"

Again, nothing.

"Show yourself!" she yelled emptying his clip of ammunition, "Coward!"

No reaction.

"Grr" Numbuh 192 growled at himself realizing that he had finished his whole cartridge, "Istupido(Stupid)!"

Quickly and cautiously reloading his rifle, he turned back to his original direction and walked quickly, "I mustn't loose focus. I have to find her."

GRRRR!

He turned again behind him with his rifle ready.

"Halt," he shouted to two glowing non-human eyes suddenly starting to tremble in fear, "Wh-h-h-o g-goes t-there?"

"GRRRR!" came a growl from the vile beast in front of him as it walked toward him with a scrawl.

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Meanwhile, somewhere else…

"So," Numbuh 4 talked to his negative, "Negative 2 is in this, too, right?"

"Definitely," the CND renegade leader affirmed, "he did the most important task of all and is still doing yet a another more important task for us. And, by God, he is definitely going to be rewarded for this."

"What do you mean?" Numbuh 3 asked listening to the conversation, "What has he done and what is he continuing to do?"

"Well, for starters," the smarter Australian explained, "With the help of Negative 3 here, he killed Negative 1's psychic sense, which helped him to find and kill any leaders and followers of any insurrection. After his sense was destroyed, Negative 2 reported it to me and I organized this coup d'etat."

"But what is he continuing to do?" Numbuh 4 inquired, "What?"

"He, my friends," Negative 4 informed them, "is sabotaging the Psychic Dominator."

"The what!" Numbuh 4 asked in confusion.

"Obviously," Negative 4 stated before answering the question, "they have kept you in the brig for way too long and haven't told you a thing about the events in the outside world. Negative 1 had the Eiffel Tower refitted with numerous psychic generators and many amplifiers scattered around the world. With the psychic generators, the Eiffel Tower is now called the Psychic Dominator. He also did the same thing in the Tower in the Old World and copied the amplifiers there, too, since he's so obsessed with double global domination."

"Old World?" Numbuh 3 questioned Negative 4 thinking of our meaning of the term, "you mean Eurasia and Africa? We already are in the Old World in a sense. Why would he want to make a copy of it?"

"No, no, no, no, no," Negative 4 clarified, "When I we say, 'Old World,' we mean the Earth we came from. When we say 'New World,' we mean this world. Understood?"

"Oh," Numbuh 4 said with a reduced look of confusion on his face, "I get it."

"Right," a CND soldier beside him responded with a look of sarcasm.

"What's a amlpi…uh on of the terms Negative 4 said again?" Numbuh 4 asked the soldier still puzzled.

"OK," the soldier said started to make clear, "An amplifier—"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," came a dreadful, blood-curdling cry from behind them, "OH, HELP ME, GOD! PLEASE! GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU VILE BEAST! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"That was Numbuh 192," Numbuh 3 recognized the voice, "He might have been sent by the others to find me. We have to help him!"

"Numbuh 192's here, too?" Numbuh 4 asked his fellow KND agent, "We have to help him. He never calls for help unless he can beat' em to pulp. He must be fighting some huge, unstoppable genetically modified monster or something. We have to help him!"

"How sure are you that it was Numbuh 192 and not Negative 192 who was screaming?" the Australian leader asked quickly stopping the now bigger group of renegades, "That old rival of mine may be up to his tricks again, that no-good trickster. He's an even better fighter, too."

"But we have to make sure," Numbuh 4 tried to reason with his negative again, "What if it is Numbuh 192 there in trouble? We may be in grave danger and, if he's not able to bring it down, whatever that thing he's fighting might get us from behind and kill us all."

"God help us," Negative 4 said running to the rear of the rebel group, "This way, troops! Into battle! Someone needs our help!"

"To battle!" the brigade shouted running with their leader.

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"Help me!" Numbuh 192 cried out as he ran from the angry creature hunting him down, "Get away from me, cursed thing!"

"Grrraaa!" is shouted to him as it started gaining in him.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," the boy shouted quickly, "Help me!"

Seeing that capture and probably death was certain, Numbuh 192 turned around with his S.T.I.C.K. weapon at hand and his rifle on his back.

"Go ahead and kill me, evil thing," he said ready to fight to the death, "I'm not afraid to die and I'm taking you with me!"

At that, the animal threw itself to the boy in an attacking stance. Frantically swinging his weapon to his target out of utter panic instead of courage, Numbuh 192 missed and struck the wall. As the two collided, they fell on the floor struggling.

"Grrrr," it growled as it stood on the terrified and exhausted warrior's chest as he lay defenseless at it's mercy.

"H-h-h-h-h-help," he muttered in a petrified manner as he felt its face pressed down to his, "Pl-pl-please!"

"Enough, Mason," came a call that made the beast, which turned out to be only a German shepherd, that quickly came to where the voice originated, "Come."

"Thanks," Numbuh 192 expressed gratitude gutting up and packing his S.T.I.C.K. again to his back while taking up his rifle, "Thank you very much."

"Wow," he heard the voice saying as a dark figure walked up to the light revealing a boy in hip-looking street clothes with a guitar-case on his back and his face half covered by his hair, "So this is the brave and glorious fighter I hear about. Utterly terrified…by a dog. I guess, challenging and defeating him will be easier than I though."

"Normally," Numbuh 192 said brushing himself up, "I fight better. But not with dogs. They scare the Hell out of me."

"Oh sure," the dude said with a hint of doubt and deception, "I believe you."

"Really," Numbuh 192 tried to reaffirm, "I have hunted down many beasts but dogs just terrify me. Make me fight a non-dog with no dog in sight and I'll fight with strength and vigor."

"Oh really," the street kid said turning to the dog beside him and pointing away, "Mason, guard the hall over there. The stranger and I have some business to do."

"So it is a challenge?" Numbuh 192 asked preparing for a some action and regaining much confidence seeing the canine leaving.

"Challenge it is," The other responded, "Good luck. You'll need all you can get."

"Hmm," Numbuh 192 thought to himself strategizing, "I'd better find out his martial arts skill before doing an attack. All I know, he may be clumsy and I could win easily…but then again, he may be agile and I'll have to be very, very careful in picking out my moves."

"And who do I have the pleasure of beating up mercilessly?" opponent asked the KND agent, "I'll be sure to name you when I throw you into the slammer and feed you to the wild dogs."

"The name is Numbuh 192," the KND operative called out, "but I don't think that will be necessary. What's yours?"

"What's yours?"

"You'll find out later," the hippie said jumping to Numbuh 192 and thrusting his fist to his foe, who blocked immediately, "before you die!"

"Hya!" Numbuh 192 shouted as he let fly a kick to his opponent, who caught it with his hand and hushed his foot upward tipping him over, "Whoooaaa!"

Stumbling backward, Numbuh 192 regained his balance and gave his foe a blow to the stomach. Sadly, the attack failed because the stranger jerked back and gave a decisive kick to Numbuh 192's face.

"Ow," the KND commander groaned with his hands on his face before looking to his opponent.

"Here," the boy shouted forcing his elbow into Numbuh 192's gut, "Take that!"

And as the crouching warrior cringed in pain, the opponent took hold of the equipped guitar case behind him and trust it forward hurling the operative into the entryway wall. And as the injured boy lay in ruin, he saw the foe pull out his guitar from the container and stand beside him with a malevolent face.

"Instead of capturing you," the opponent said raising the instrument above his head, "I think I'll end your misery now, wretched, sub-human scum. I hope you don't mind a dashed skull. Ha-ha-ha!"

"But before that," he said waving his hair back revealing his full face, "I think it only fitting that you know who killed you before I actually do it."

Seeing a visage strikingly similar to his own, the KND agent stuttered in utter shock, "N-N-N-Negative 192!"

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" the negative shouted knocking his victim out with his foot and preparing to give the final blow, "prepare to die!"

And as the guitar went down in slow motion, Numbuh 4 wondered to himself, "Oh no! Truly I am going to die. I used to be only next to Numbuh 4 in fighting honor but I guess that I will die like a miserable failure. Good bye, world!"

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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 11! What do you think of it? What happens next? Will Negative 4 and his forces come just in time? Will Numbuh 192 survive? Will he ever change and forgive Numbuh 86? Will they ever be reconciled? What will happen to the world? Will it be saved by the Kids Next Door and the CND renegade troops…or will all be lost and evil prevail? Find out in the next adventure in Chapter 12!