DISCLAIMER: The entire Kim Possible gang belongs to Disney. This story is written for the pleasure of the reader.
To K/R fan: They are 18, and I know were your getting at. When I say 'teenagers,' I mean that they're grown teenagers. I say this because if I were to say something like, "The two adolescences walked up the hill," it would just sound weird, you know? And besides, the word 'teenager' sounds a million times better, don't ya think? So I am going to keep referring to them as teenagers, but I hope that this helps straighten a few things out. (Oh, and if you're wondering why I didn't respond to you last chapter, it's because I didn't get your review until after I posted it)
AND SO…
Chapter 15: Vengance
Kim watched Ron s face disappear as she passed through the mist below her. She wasn't aware of how fast she was falling, only the fact that she would never see Rons cheerful face ever again…
Her pack was back up at the cliff edge, which was getting farther and farther away by the second, so she had nothing. No Kimmunicator, no hairdryer, no rocket skates…
Rocket skates!
Kim mentally slapped herself in the face. Her rocket skates! She had put them on her feet, just in case an emergency, and maybe, just maybe, she could survive…
She finally tore through the mountain mist, and saw the hills of Maines wide open fields below her, coming fast. She quickly brought her feet up, took her shoes off, and, holding them tightly, faced the back of them towards the ground. She then, hoping against hope, with the thought of seeing her boyfriend again driving her confidence, pressed a button on the back of the shoes.
Two seconds later, they exploded.
Wheels ejected from the surface of the shoes, and flames exploded from the back of them, aiming directly towards the ground. Kim was jerked violently, but she held on tight, thinking of Rons blonde hair, his freckles, and smile…
The flames and power of the skates were slowing her descent as she dropped towards the ground, which was only a couple kilometers away. Kim gritted her teeth, and felt herself slowing down, as she looked down.
She was overjoyed to see that the surface of the earth was only approximately twelve meters below her. The rockets were doing their job! And then…
She was pushed upward.
Kims heart jumped. It was now or never. At this thought, she let go of the skates, and dropped down, all the way down the fifteen meters.
Pain rocked her body as she landed, and she cried out as the cold, hard base of the mountain connected with her feet. She crumpled up, feeling the tears of pain and hurt, but suddenly, the bright, happy face burst into her mind again.
And, with a new confidence, she pushed herself upward and started to cross the field of grass before her, heading to the nearest town…
Where ever it was.
Xxx
"Three kings!"
The men around the table groaned as the man with the winning hand happily collected his prize. He had won the last four games in a row, and they were starting to get suspicious. The Pub they were playing their Poker game in was not a very popular one, but it was just perfect for a time like this.
They were about to deal another hand, when a hush fell over everyone in the little bar.
The Poker players turned to the entrance of the Pub to see what was all the commotion, but gasped as they saw what had caused the silence.
Because there, at the door of the Bar, was a girl no older than eighteen, with emerald-green eyes, and mud caked hair, with bruises all over her.
Xxx
Ron cried like never before. He had let the team down. He had let her family down. He had let himself down. But worst of all, he had let her down.
He promised her, that whatever happened, he would always be there for her. He had sealed that promise not even one week ago, and it was already broken.
And as a result, Kim Possible was dead.
Kim Possible, the girl who could do anything, was dead. And it was all his fault.
Kimberly Anne Possible, the only girl that had ever truly accepted him, the only girl that he had ever loved, was now dead, all because of his own actions.
He could have saved her. He could have warned her about all the signs in his dream. He could have refused to follow Drakken from stealing that disc, and Shego never would have hurt her.
She never would have died.
It was all his fault. After fifteen years, the girl he had loved was finally with him. He remembered the night they had beaten Drakken, the night they went to the Prom, the night they had kissed for the first time…
Well, second, if you count the time with the moodulator.
The rain hid the waterfall of tears he shed, and, suddenly, he realized something.
It wasn't all his fault,
An anger he had never felt before now coursed through his veins.
No. It was partly his fault.
But the rest? Oh, the rest of the guilt belonged to a man named Drew Lipskey.
Dr. Drakken.
Ron gritted his teeth so hard it hurt, but he felt no pain.
Dr. Drakken, and his assistant, Shego, would pay for what they had done to him, to Kim.
He made a vow as it stopped raining, a vow that he would bring justice to the villians. No matter what happened, Drakken and Shego would pay.
This was a promise he could keep.
He noticed Kims pack lying on the ground beside him. He picked it up, and grabbed the Kimmunicator, throwing the rest of the bag to ground, not caring what was in it. He turned the device on and looked at his ten-year old friend with pained eyes.
"Hey, Ron." Wade looked at him, as a concerned look crossed his face. "Where's Kim?"
A single tear escaped his brown eye, which fell on top of the Kimmunicator..
A look of absolute horror crossed his face, and Wade himself felt tears springing to his eyes. "No! Kim- She didn't..."
Ron interrupted him. "Drakken and Shego…" He spat the word out with hatred. "Will pay. But for now, there's one thing you have to do for me, Wade."
He looked at the ten-year old genius with dark eyes.
"I need a ride to Japan."
Sorry the chapter was so short. I'll update soon. R&R.