Author's Note: Sorry about the shortness of the first two chapters. They're going to be of varying length.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
The first rule of war is to know thy enemy. He had failed in all of his previous attempts to dispose of Jimmy. All of these previous attacks had been either a kidnapping or a full physical assault. This time he would play his cards differently. He would attack psychologically.
He had spent several months studying Jimmy. It took him a while before he realized that he had moved from Retroville. He had hired several people to infiltrate Toronto and place hidden cameras in places where Jimmy went. He also reviewed all of his previous recordings and notes on Jimmy. He seemed to have four friends. After months of study he faced a problem.
He was not close enough to any of his old friends in Retroville. Also, he wasn't really close to anybody in his new home. He needed to find someone very dear to Jimmy to attack. He could always take his parents, but a child would be easier to manage.
There was one person that might strike a nerve. It was hard to miss that Neutron had had feeling for that girl Cindy back in Retroville. But he had almost no contact with her since he moved. Still, he often caught Jimmy moping around after looking at her picture, even writing in a journal about her. Perhaps she was the one that Professor Calamitous should take. Yes, she would do just fine.
In the middle of the night he snuck out to Retroville. Very carefully he infiltrated the Vortex Residence. He went to the girl's bedroom and saw her sleeping. Not taking any chances, he shot her with enough tranquilizer darts to bring down a bear. Very slowly and carefully, he took her back to his car, bound and gagged her, and drove off to his home.
When he returned he took the girl and locked her in a small room. It had a small bed, a light on the ceiling that would not go off (so the security cameras could see her), two gallons of water, five pounds of food, and a bucket for relieving herself. He was not taking any chances. On the twelve-foot high ceiling were dozens of small, hidden security cameras. He also had three gun turrets on the ceiling, holding one hundred rounds of ammo each. There were no windows. The doors and wall were five inches thick and made of steel. The whole room was the size of a large janitor's closet. Outside the door and across the hall were armed guards, holding assault rifles. They were instructed to shoot and kill the girl if she got out of the room.
Professor Calamitous went to his main room, which had at least two hundred television monitors. He turned on a few and smiled. He could clearly see Cindy in her prison. Everything was going splendidly.