Chapter 4 part III: Tie Up Loose Ends
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Watch out, there are a few instances in which cursing is involved. If the rating is wrong, just leave me a message and I will hastily fix it, or at least try to. I am SO sorry for the long wait. There has been a serious…..problem or rather problems over my continued use of the website. As is….I am sad to say that I may not be able to continue any longer. sigh I am trying my very best to stop such an atrocity. I would hate to leave such a great community behind, especially at such an early time. And of course, I would never leave my great, great reviewers without the rest of the story. That would be cruel. Still I am not overly sure that I will ever be able to get back on to this site again. I will submit this chapter for now, to do just as the title says—tie up some loose ends. I am sorry if it is badly written, it has been a very trying time at the moment, and I may have sacrificed the story and writing style for one last, final push.
If this should be goodbye…..then you have all served me well, and I can not express my gratitude in words, even those as eloquent that are at my disposal.
Until we meet again, I am forever;
Fernnu
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Running…always running. Left, right, left, left, right, jump, slide, stumble fall, turn, right…
Ron was being chased. Some horrid, nightmarish creature had been tracking him with blood lusting accuracy. He had been running for so long that his legs felt tired; as if they were filled with lead. Turning to quickly glance behind him, a flash of deep crimson blinded him, and he quickly whipped his head forward. Looking straight ahead, Ron stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him, there was no more ground to run on; standing at the edge of a cliff, he slowly turned to face the monster. Only he didn't see what he expected.
Standing tall, a dark figure of a man stood silently. Proudly, he held out his right arm lifting the lifeless figure held within his grasp. Ron could just make out the outlines of a body. Maybe female…he just couldn't tell because of the shadows. Stepping out of the cloaked darkness, the man walked boldly toward Ron.
Blood turning cold, Ron gasped and froze on the spot. Standing before him, Monkey Fist was proudly displaying none other than Kim. His Kim …Kim……Possible. Laughing maniacally—evilly, he held her up by her throat with ease. Looking into her pained emerald eyes, Kim seemed to try to get a word out. Trying to speak. Only one rasped word sounded in the suddenly chilled air.
"…Ro——n"
Her eyes filling with tears, the hand around Kim's neck visibly tightened. Tensing, two emotions boiled straight through Ron: Sorrowful fear, and barely kept Rage.
Still smiling, Fist lifted his other arm, revealing another body hidden within the shadows.
For the second time, Ron's blood turned to ice.
Yori hung suspended, much like Kim. Black eyes pleading, raven hair falling over her face, she too uttered only one, small word.
"…Ron-san……"
The rage winning over the fear, Ron boldly stepped forward.
"Let them go"
Calmly uttering the words, seething with hatred, he stood a few feet from both outstretched beauties. Still saying nothing, but grinning wider, Monkey Fist tightened his grasp on both girls' necks. Pain seeped horribly into three sets of eyes, as both Yori and Kim opened their mouths in a silent gasp of pain. Ron's chest tightened, his breath was caught in his lungs.
In one fluid motion, Fist tightened his grasp more forcefully. Ron, in an attempt to save them both, rushed up, running to get there in time.
He could not move fast enough.
As the life faded from both sets of eyes, Kim and Yori fell to the floor. A look of pain and horror swept over Ron's features as he slumped to the ground. A bright emerald glow had flashed as the life was squeezed from Kim's being. Clutching the bodies on the floor, he knelt, unwittingly before Monkey Fist. Holding both girls in his arms, he wept silently, wanting to kiss……
"Now you understand…chosen one…" Fist spat out the words with great distaste.
"You shall only bring death and destruction to those you care for most. Give up, and I will spare them. Give up…give me the blade, and they both can be yours……forever."
Staring into the dark pools of blackness that were Monkey Fist's eyes, Ron gazed back to the two life-less bodies that were in his arms.
'He could do it. He could do it. Give up and get them both back. Save them, they were all that really mattered…right? And they would understand. They would thank him, love him, want him, need him, yearn for him………lust after his command, after his every wish. They would do anything for him; they would obey his every command…'
Bolting straight up, letting the two bodies fall, Ron distanced himself from the ever smiling Monkey Fist, and the two girls. Those thoughts were not his own. Something was plaguing his mind. A glint of red and a haze of crimson alluded to what evil entity tried to control him.
In Fist's hand, the staff rested placidly tucked behind his elbow. Glowing, brightly, the pulsating crimson announced its evil presence to Ron. Looking up, Fist met Ron's eyes with his own, red ones.
"Go to hell Monkey Fist."
Ron had expected anger from Monkey Fist, or at the very least, a sneer, and at the most: a full-on frontal attack. Instead, he only smiled wider and just pointed the staff to both Kim and Yori's cadavers. Instantly, they began to stir. Lifting themselves up, Ron watched in horror, backing away to the very edge of the cliff, as he witnessed the unthinkable. Kim and Yori were alive, back from the dead, but……something was wrong.
Kim's eyes were no longer a bright emerald green, instead they burned with a dark crimson color, that of the staff. Her skin was cracked and decaying, her movements jerky; Yori was in a similar state.
Plainly put, they looked like horrible zombies arising from the grave.
Stepping forward, arms and hands outstretched, Kim and Yori reached for Ron. Screaming his name, moaning in the otherwise quiet air, Ron dodged left and right at the surprisingly fast movements of the two. Trying to reach him, they only continued to haunt him with raspy pleas of misery.
"...Why Ron? You KILLED u…s… You ……Ron…we…died……Dead! DEAD! KILLER! KILL US?"
Horror arising within him, Ron heard Monkey Fist's vile cackle above the zombies' rasps. Breaking between the two dead nightmarish creatures: their features more and more inhuman with every passing second, Fist walked up to Ron, grabbed his shirt and lifted. Dangling over the edge of the cliff, Ron couldn't stop his random mind to notice that Fist seemed almost…fake. As if his appearance was being strenuously kept. In an almost answer to Ron's silent question, Fist whispered closely into Ron's ear.
"I have given you two chances before, Chosen One. In both you have refused. Now, this, your last; what say you to my generous offer? In truth, you know that no matter what you do, I will win. Nothing you can do will stop my efforts…or my destiny."
Mustering up the last of his willpower, Ron replied, sounding bolder than he felt.
"You will never win."
Laughing harshly, Ron shuddered at the inhuman sound that radiated from Monkey Fist's outstretched mouth. His white fangs gleamed wickedly, and they seemed outstretched…longer than they should be, like a vampire's…
"Silly BOY! Do you not understand? After all your training, you still do not realize the truth, do you? If I win, destruction ensues, and all shall be mine. Both the blade and the staff shall join together into my most powerful weapon. The world will bow down to me. Bow down. Do you hear me? BOW!"
Violently shaking Ron, Fist seemed to lose control. As for Ron, he was frightened that Fist would drop him over the edge. At the same time, he dearly wished that it would all end…the pain, the responsibility. Maybe life wasn't as great as everyone said it was. Ron just wasn't sure anymore.
Calming down from his rant, Fist held Ron steadily over the cliff once more, regaining his sense of cool eagerness.
"And…my foolish arch-enemy, if you would somehow beat me. I shall still rule this world. Through you! I am, but your mirror image, and you mine. We are brothers of the power; brothers of the Lotus energy. We are both chosen, intertwined. We are…one."
Seeing Ron's look of disbelief he continued, "See for your-self…"
At that, before Ron could voice his confusion, Monkey Fist's eyes turned a bloody crimson. His face melding and liquefying, it reformed into the very likeness of…
"That's…… me…"
Ron's voice of disbelief was a small squeak as he stared into the face of, what could have been a mirror, had it not been for the glowing red eyes.
"You see now…" said Monkey Fist into the dreaded eyes of his enemy, "We are one. You are not strong enough to master any one of the weapons, let alone both intertwined. You will be destroyed, either by trying to kill me and failing or succeeding in destroying me, only to die by your own warped mind. You can not win."
"…You're wrong…"
Ron was surprised at hearing his own voice in response.
Sneering, Fist turned Ron to look into the eyes of both Kim and Yori.
"You have read the prophecies…you will die if you beat me without the love of one of these two…"
Ron gasped suddenly at this news.
"…Did you not know?" asked a genuinely surprised Monkey Fist "This is too perfect…Do you not understand that one of these two will be the love that will, excuse me, MAY save you from your own annihilation? Did that fool of a Sensei not tell you? If you do not know the truth, how will you ever hope to succeed? That fool has sent you on a blind, direction-less crusade. A suicide mission you will not win. One of these two shall be your salvation; the other will be your inadvertent destruction."
An evil, warped thought flittered into Fist's mind.
"Well now, Ron. Do you accept? Hand over the blade willingly, and I shall leave them both for you…in your power…what say you?"
Ron's mind was racing a mile a minute, this new information was startling, but at the same time, somewhat obvious. Still, the choices weren't in his favor, either way.
'Might as well do what is right before I go down…' Ron thought solemnly.
"Like I said before…GO. TO. HELL."
The angered Monkey lord howled in fury and threw him over the edge. As Ron fell, back towards the upcoming ground, he heard Fist's voice clearly.
"So it is, so it shall be, the battle must commence as the prophecies have stated. You have two months to train, then after, the battle shall come. You can not win!"
Ron turned in his descent, facing the expanding ground beneath him. Only the ground was not ground at all; Ron was falling straight into a giant-sized head of the evil Monkey Fist. Grinning with blood lust and crimson eyes, the large skull opened his jaws wide.
Falling straight into the mouth of Monkey Fist, Ron felt wicked teeth close sharply through his abdomen.
He was being eaten alive!
As the pain overtook him, and oblivion followed, Fist's final words resounded in Ron's consciousness.
"After your training…you had better protect your two girlfriends…or else their fate will be ten times worse than that of yours!"
Pain seeped into Ron's every being. He was still falling. He couldn't feel his legs…in fact he couldn't feel anything besides the pain.
Becoming too much to bear, Ron was lost to the darkness surrounding him…
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"Gahhhh!"
Bolting up with a start, Ron found himself lying in his comfortable, warm bed. Or at least that's what his feet told him. His mind, on the other hand was still immersed in the terrible nightmare that had been plaguing his nights for a little over a week now. This new revelation about Kim or Yori being his salvation, though, had been the first. Kim, Yori, Sensei, Fist, Staff, Blade…things were getting more and more confusing as his days progressed. The information was revealing and new, but Ron had to admit to himself that it was not unsurprising. He had to admit to himself: he was still in love with Kim. On the other hand, in the past week He and Yori had grown closer; he could see himself in love with her. The dream, as confusing as it was, had cleared things up. He couldn't explain why, but he knew in his heart that what Monkey Fist had said was true. Yori or Kim would be his salvation. But who?
It had been a week since his arrival to Yamanouchi. A week since that night where his fate had been revealed, the prophecies read, and the blade bestowed upon him. After that moment, sending off his beacon into the sky, Ron had walked off, away from every one into the dark night. No one followed. He spent the night with the blade, learning it, feeling it, understanding how it worked. Basically put: Ron had spent a night with the most powerful weapon the world had ever known.
And he was still no closer to learning the Symmetry of Souls.
Pushing away his thoughts, Ron pushed himself out of his bed and glanced outside. It was still dark. Looking to his watch, he sighed. 2 AM. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep again, and fearing that Monkey Fist would seek him out in his dreams, Ron silently brushed himself off and got dressed. Instead of his normal white Ghi, Ron decided to wear a black two piece ninja suit. Tying the blue sash around his waist, Ron went over to his nightstand. Upon it laid a few trinkets…his wallet, some change, his cell phone that wouldn't work in Japan, and a picture of him and Kim. It had been in his wallet, and unconsciously brought over with him. He couldn't bring himself to throw it away, so he had propped it up against the wall. Smiling a little, he recalled the history of the picture.
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Together, both Kim and Ron stood hugging each other, arms draped around each other. They were standing outside of a large pyramid. The mission had been to stop Drakken from using an ancient power source hidden within the pyramids. As usual, Kim and Ron had shown up and saved the day, but not before Drakken and Shego had gotten away. As they had walked out of the pyramid, Kim had accidentally triggered an ancient booby trap. A loud hissing and cranking sound had begun. At first, low, it became louder as they walked out, oblivious. Kim would have been killed had it not been for Ron. At the last second, he had seen a slight glint of a sharp point. Grabbing onto Kim's baggy mission pants, he pulled her back as her foot hit the trigger tile. Flinging themselves back, both teens watched as hundreds of quick glints flew throughout the room. Small, sharp daggers flew out into the opposite wall in front of them. Calling up Wade, they got a quick assessment of the situation, what the trigger was, and what tile Kim would have to press to shut the trap off. After they found out everything, Kim had used her cheerleading skills, and athletic ability to weave between and through the continuous stream of darts. Finally reaching the end, she calmly shut off the trap and waited for Ron to walk over to her. Stepping out, she enveloped Ron in a giant hug. Nestling her head into his shoulder, she whispered her thanks to him. Shortly after they had gotten their picture taken and then called for their ride; as they waited for their pick up, Kim had asked what she could do to make it up to Ron for saving his life.
"Nothing Kim. You save my life, not only almost every mission, but EVERY day. What more could I ask?"
Still Kim had insisted, so Ron had finally given in.
"Well then Kim, I guess all I can ask of you is to……always be my friend. I know you've always promised that, you know, BFF, but I just……just promise me."
Taken back at his words, Kim had simply put her head on his shoulder, not knowing that such a movement would send icy hot shivers all through Ron.
"Don't you worry Ron, We'll always be there for each other…"
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Banishing the thoughts that he lost himself to, Ron looked away from the picture, unable to keep his eyes dry at the moment. Wiping away the silent tears, Ron opened his door and walked out into the warm night.
Walking out into the Sacred Garden of the Yamanouchi, he stood in the center of the area. Closing his eyes, he called to the blade, willing it to appear. Just like that, The Lotus Blade flew into his open hand. Clasping the handle lightly, Ron's eyes blinked open. For the past week, Ron's schedule had been the same. Awake at 6:00 AM, after eating he had soul training; meaning meditation for three to four hours. After, a quick bite to eat, and then on to his physical training for five to six hours; it was usually many fighting exercises and training spanning from 10:30 to about five to 6:30 PM. From there, he would, depending on his mood, have a large or small dinner with Sensei, Yori, and whomever else, and then back to training. From then until 9:00 PM, where he would be asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, Ron would work with Sensei to master the blade. Fine-tuning his skills (from the zap of mystical monkey energy). Ron had progressed greatly with the blade, in such a short time. His greatest problem, according to Sensei, was that he thought too much; if he would only let himself go…the power would be found instantly and always after that. Sensei assured him that Ron knew components of the Symmetry of Souls, but that until he could banish the self inflicted restrictions: Ron would never progress to the fullest ability.
In truth, after witnessing Sensei's magical showing of the Staff's powers, Ron had been afraid of loosing himself to any emotion. Afraid that it would be a liability with fighting the staff; afraid that he would lose control…
Opening his eyes, Ron stared intently at the blade. Thinking about changing it into an ax, there was a slight delay before the blade magically transformed instantaneously. Sighing at the lag, he tried again, this time transforming ax to spear. Still, the lag was there, if ever so slightly. That miniscule moment could be the deciding factor in a battle; he just HAD to get it right.
Closing his eyes, Ron tried again and again with no avail. Trying will all his might to make the change come naturally, Ron continued to struggle. Sighing and breathing heavily from the concentration of maintaining the blade, he did not hear the silent sounds of a lurking figure in the shadows.
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"Do you have my money?" Demanded the dark, slightly slouching figure. Dressed in a trench coat, face hidden behind sunglasses, he stood straighter as another figure approached. The new person, a definite feminine presence calmly responded.
"What's wrong Joshie-Poo….You look hurt." She replied with sarcasm.
"Shhh! I told you not to use my real name in public! Now do you have my money or not?"
Laughing at his obvious frustration, She smiled and pulled off her disguise. Shego stood tall in her black and green skin-tight uniform. Lifting up the briefcase in her left hand, she set it on the floor and kicked it to him.
Josh, hesitantly bowing to grab the case, hastily checked the contents of the case and smiled at the sum within.
"Well….that does it all for me, nice doing business with you. See you around….never."
As he turned around to leave, Shego glanced and smiled at the retreating figure walking away from her.
"Such a fool" she thought to herself, still smiling. Putting on her coat, sunglasses and hat, Shego walked out of the abandoned garage building to a nearby phone booth. She had another appointment to keep, but she had enough time for two phone calls. Initiating a green glow from her index finger, Shego sliced open the change dispenser of the booth and grinned as the contents fell to the floor. Picking up the right change, she dialed
"Hello this is the Middleton Police Station…"
Using a fake voice, Shego quickly announced that she had just witnessed a man rob her building and take all $250,000 of her money. Giving a fake address, and the phone number of a temporary cell phone, she reported that the man had walked down the street yelling about going to Middleton High School
"Watch out officer! He had a gun!"
"We will, we'll dispatch a car to your building, along with a unit to apprehend the man, thank you ma'am."
Grinning as she hung up, Shego picked up the receiver and dialed a new number. After hearing the pickup she simply said six little words.
"It's all done. Where's my Money."
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Both Shego and Dr. Drakken walked into the dimly lit lair, as the lights overhead flickered. Seating themselves at the small round table, it was a good five minutes of silence before a hidden door opened, and light flooded into the dark room. As row after row of fluorescent lights flickered into existence above, the light splashed onto the three figures. Shego and Drakken, looking like themselves, were taken back at the sight of their colleague. Monkey Fist stood grinning at his two "fellow villains." Walking up to the both of them, new, ripped muscles gleamed and flexed as he walked He seemed taller, more muscular and powerful. Fist appeared to be revitalized and newer, stronger…better. Walking up to a stunned Shego, he quickly pulled her back and lay his lips onto hers. Giving her a deep kiss that Shego gave back through reflex, instead of lust, her eyes reflected shock. Stepping back, Shego stood visibly swayed. Drakken, too, had a look of pure shock and a tinge of jealousy splayed across his features. Both villains had their mouths hanging open, Shego having two fingers touching her lips in amazement.
"Well now" started Fist after the uncomfortable silence. "I must thank you for all that you have done for me. Setting up the art boy to take advantage of Kim was a major part in my plan. Now that the buffoon and that Possible girl are angry at each other, they will be easy to crush. For this, I thank you once again. Oh, but…."
At this Fist smiled happily as the two villains seemed to be transfixed; staring at him. As much as he wanted to say it was all because they were impressed, he knew the fact that he had transformed the staff into a hypnotic energy ring was the biggest reason. Circling the two, he continued.
"…the best part, and what I must thank you for, most, is your brilliant modulator design. I must take my hat off to you Drew….YOU made it all possible. You really are a scientist….and a good one at that. How ingenious of you to create a synthetic Kim Possible-like personality that was meaner, crueler…..more evil and implant it into a modulator-like chip. After the brief programming for emotional moments to convince them that the chip was in fact, a modulator; the new identity simulation ripped Stoppable's heart to shreds. The laser welding device and the fake warning label were all ingenious. What's more, the fake plans we posted for the pre-puberty genius to find, and the tinkering with their little communicator's scanning device was priceless. "
'Well actually, the time and money it took for such a maneuver was great, but well worth it." Thought Monkey Fist.
"I can not stress enough how grateful I am for all you have done for me. Really I am. We fooled them all to believe that they hate each other; it shall be all the more easy for me to kill them both. Perhaps even his little Japanese whore"
Turning off the hidden ring wrapped around his finger, that was really the hypnotic staff, Fist continued his somewhat unconnected rant. Shego and Drakken shook their heads in obvious confusion.
"….It really is unfortunate that I must leave you here to be captured by Global Justice…"
Shego, awake and shaken from her hypnotic trance perked at the words. Before she could even ask or take action, a large steel cage fell from above, over the two villains together. With Shego, and the now awake Drakken looking around in confusion and growing anger, Fist called over their yells.
"Now, now my little amigos….I told you I was sorry, but it is for the best. Drakken you have proved invaluable in my efforts. And you Shego have been a great help, but Global Justice is coming and I must take my leave. Do not try to break the bars; they are made with a new alloy that even your comet powers can not handle. Plus it is magically enforced to be indestructible. "
Walking out, Fist heard the angry yell of Shego echoed through the abandoned lair.
"YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS YOU FILTHY, MUTATED PIECE OF SLIME!"
Smiling to himself as he made his way to the secret exit, Fist whispered the answer, as a crimson flash exploded from behind him and overtook him, engulfing the area.
"Because only the two brothers shall fight this battle…"
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All at once, the darkened, hidden figure looming in the shadows stepped out and grabbed Ron by the shoulder. In one quick, fluid motion, Ron grabbed the hand, spun around and lifted the stranger over his shoulder onto the floor. As the moonlight washed over the attacker, Ron was surprised to see the beautiful Japanese vixen, Yori staring into his eyes. Grinning, she replied.
"Ahh Ron-san, it has only been a mere week, but you have shown much progress in such a short time."
Smiling sheepishly, he offered his hand to Yori, who gladly accepted. Hoisting her up, he replied.
"Sorry about that Yori, my bad."
"No Ron-san, it is not your fault," Shaking her head in negation she continued "But, what troubles you so?"
Immediately Ron looked away, unable to meet her eyes. The only thing that kept replaying in his head was the awful scenes of his dream. The nightmarish voices and hideous appearance of Yori…
Sighing, and sitting down against the trunk of a large willow tree, he patted the ground next to him, urging Yori to sit next to him. Once she was seated next to him, she again inquired what was wrong.
"Yori…I just..I—I don't know."
Making up his mind, he decided to not tell Sensei or Yori of the dreams. He wasn't exactly sure why, but the idea of telling brought an uneasy, almost queasy feeling to his senses. It just felt right to keep this from them both; at least for now. Slapping on a patented Ron-smile to hide his feelings, He turned to Yori, got up and took her hand. Lifting her up, he grinned.
"Well, it's an hour early….but….would you like to start our training?"
Winking back at him, Yori beamed."
"Hai"
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Walking into school, Monday morning, Kim Possible strode into the establishment, through the large double doors. Walking briskly…alone, she kept her head up, eyes sharp and looking calmly neutral. She received a few surprised glances that she wasn't with her best friend, but for the most part, everyone ignored her. Walking up to her locker and spinning the combination, she was greeted by the large flat screen image of the ten-year-old genius. Wade Load smiled a fake smile at Kim, as he greeted her.
"Whats up Kim?"
"Nothing much Wade, no sitch or anything, right?" when she received a nod of conformity, she began to load the heavy text books into her bag.
"No word from….Ron?"
Shaking his head solemnly, Kim let out a sigh. She was so worried, so afraid, guilty and angry that she couldn't breathe. A million emotions tumbled around her brain, all trying to gain supremacy of one another. Shaking her head, departing from her locker, saying goodbye to Wade, she turned and made her way to her first period class.
'Still Alone…' thought Kim.
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"Have you heard?"
"Of course I have! But did you hear why?"
"—No Why?"
"Well because—"
"Josh is in PRISON?"
"—Stole money. Yea he was caught with like…a MILLION dollars or something like tha—"
"Yea! That's what I heard too—"
The day had gone by, fairly easy for Kim; with the exception of how hard it was to face every moment, knowing that Ron would not be around to cheer her up, or talk with her. It was lunch time, and as Kim walked over and passed the other tables to sit down, she could hear the rumors. Sitting down, her eyes were wide with shock. She knew Josh was not a very nice person. In fact he was a very cold, mean-spirited, lying thing, not worthy of associating with the rest of them.
'Then again…I haven't been the model citizen…especially with Ron…'
Killing the allowed moment of self pity, Kim reached into her bag and pulled out her Kimmunicator. Calling up Wade, she asked him to do a complete Middleton police records search of the latest arrests. Instantly, Wade beamed.
"Yup Kim, the rumors are…semi-right. Joshua Mark Mankey was arrested yesterday after an unknown woman, claiming to have been robbed, alerted police of the suspect with stolen money and a fire-arm. The woman in question was unavailable and could not be found. The address: fake, the authorities checked Josh's money and found that the bills were counterfeit. Also, within the bag was a six-shot revolver and three well hidden dime bags of marijuana."
Finishing off, both with surprised looks on their faces, Kim opened up her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a beep from something in Wade's room. Clicking something on another computer screen, Wade's eyes widened and he nearly shouted at Kim.
"Kim! Ohmygod! They did it? Yes! The did it! They Did It! Hahaha…..wait. I wonder how. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm…….."
"SLOW DOWN WADE!" nearly yelled a slightly annoyed Kim. "What happened?"
Calming himself down, Wade began again.
"Kim, late last night, a distress signal was emitted from one of Drakken's old lairs. One of the ones yet to be demolished. When GJ responded and came in to investigate they were all surprised at what they found. Held within two amazingly durable cages were none other than Drakken AND Shego…"
"What!" inhaled a surprised Kim. "But how?"
"That's the thing Kim, they won't say…but the reports say that they almost seemed especially embarrassed over being captured. Even after their brains were scanned for info, there was a blank spot in their memories. Something is definitely up."
Nodding, she told Wade to keep her posted as she clicked the kimmunicator off. Leaning back in her chair, Monique came by and sat across from the distressed teen.
'Kim have you heard about Josh— "
Silencing her before she had a chance to go off on a rant about rumors, Kim quickly filled Monique in on the true information and the news of Drakken and Shego. After the quick explanation, both teens had a perplexed, thoughtful expression.
A puzzled Monique, looked up at an equally confused Kim
"So they are embarrassed about something, and captured but can't remember what, why or how? That's pretty freaky."
Sighing again, Kim responded.
"Exactly"
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A/n
One note….if the dream sequence seemed choppy, I actually did that on purpose, because real dreams aren't even that complex most of the time, but since it had to tell the story, Ron's dream is more intense and detailed than regular dreams. I figured that writing it got the reader to feel how Ron felt when he witnessed the vision.
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AFN
That's it. I'm sorry about the wait, I really am. This is probably the worst update, and for that I am even sorrier. I pride myself with my writing, but I just needed to get this transition out of the way. If there are any questions, feel free to leave a review or message or something. If u do have a question and you want to leave the message on the review, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave an email address, since I am unable to access the site any longer, and the review alerts are the only things I have left. Things have been difficult for me. The website has a lot to do it; it seems I am going to be severely restricted. Also, school is definitely giving me a run for my money. Mostly, though there are issues with the fact of my writing…….
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Eowyn the Fair
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I once again thank you all, and hope this is not goodbye. But if it is, I will try to get the rest of the story onto the site through a friend. I will make sure the story ends….one way or another.
So have faith and keep a lookout.
Until then, my faithful reviewers…..I hope this miniscule, poor excuse for an update will give you rest if only for a little while…
Through the tests of time and grace,
Nothing meant more than seeing your face,
Finding my anchor; that special someone
To believe in forever
And when all is said and done
You were always my Endeavour…
Fernnu
Until the next time.
Fernnu