Chapter 2: DNA: Dreams, Nachos, and Awards
Darkness enveloped her, she could see nothing, and everywhere she looked there was no light for her to see. Then she could feel something firm under her feet, looking down she noticed she was standing on dirt red ground. As she looked back towards the horizon the clay covered ground continued into the distance. Trees lush with colors started some distance away, while behind her was a blue clear ocean, lapping at the now sandy colored beach.
She glanced up at the light blue sky, clouds drifting carelessly across the expansive sky, and as she glanced at the sun, she brought her hand up to protect her eyes from the bright ball of light. She blinked a few times to make the dots in her vision to disappear. Slowly other suns came out from behind the yellow sun. Green suns, blue suns, red suns, and now many yellow suns appeared in her vision, becoming smaller but more suns appearing behind other suns, soon dozen of each color of suns were before her, then hundreds, thousands, and countless more suns were filling, each with the intensity of a dim and far away star.
She felt something at her feet and looked down, the sandy clay she was standing on vibrated, causing a small dust cloud to form at her feet. Tendrils of white luminescent light sprouted from the ground. The many tendrils of light each paired, and began reaching out for pairs of suns.
Soon she couldn't see outside the column of lights because so many tendrils grew out of the ground and joining with the suns to look like a latter work and begun to spin and twist, tightening the distance between each pair of suns.
The strands coalesced around the suns as it shrunk in size, glancing up; she noticed that the blue sky was cut off by distant tendrils of light. She blinked and before she knew it she could touch the top of the now closed off cocoon. She never liked small places, especially small places that were closing in on her and she wanted to get out. Slamming her fist hard as she might into the enclosing column, the wall would not give under her fists.
Instead, the white strands began to attach to her fists covering them, forming around her fist, and down her arms to continue onto her body and tighten around her, conforming to her body like a second skin. She tried to open her fist, but much to her dismay her hand wouldn't budge, her wrist wouldn't move as the white skin covered her. She soon found her self that her entire body was stiff and she couldn't move except for her mouth.
As soon as the white skin began to cover her face, she could feel the skin begin to tighten all over her body, bones creaked under the painful pressure. In agony she tried to scream but as she open her mouth the white skin entered her mouth and traveled down her throat at lightning speed. The pain continued as she tried helplessly and motionlessly to beg for the pain to stop. But soon the pain was unbearable, as she thought she heard her ribs begin to creak before they cracked, she watched as the skin that had covered her arms began to form painful bubbles under them. She could feel the bubbles spread all around her body.
Then she could feel her skin burst underneath the white skin, the pain slowly subsiding as it was absorbed into her skin, and noticed cracks forming in her cocoon.
As her cocoon prison began to release her, she looked at her hands; they had become deformed, and inhuman. Her once slender fingers were now webbed and bent at odd angles, and when she tried to bend them, they felt arthritic. Looking up her arms and down her body, her skin was now black and scales had formed. She tried to move her arms and legs as well, but it was painful and quickly drained her of any energy.
The cocoon that had surrounded her reflected her face, as she looked in her reflection, her face was distorted, her once fiery red hair turned black and burnt to the scalp. Her once blue eyes now black and bloodshot, her face littered with wrinkles like a melted painting. Then the reflection of her face began to break away, the cocoon falling to the ground surrounding her. The fallen pieces revealing to her a world of desolated land, trees burnt, seas of blood, and a blackened sky occulting the feeble light of the sun. Despite the desolation, life, of a sort, managed to survive.
They were coming at her like a flash flood. Strange looking animals, monkey in nature, some running on all four hands, others floating, their lower half wisps of smoke. Their skin broken and translucent, and despite the blighted wreckage of their coiled skin, multi-hued orbs glimmered at the core of the twisted beasts. But she could not spend too much time studying them because they were coming after her, teeth bared to shred meat. She could hear the gnashing of their teeth, and the throaty growl for prey. She wanted to run, but she was impaired by the changes that occurred to her body, and as she looked around, she realized that there would be no place to hide in the deserted land.
When she looked back to the animals, she noticed some changes in the ground, almost a circle of a white glow of patch of grass between her and the relatively close monkeys, which induced a great amount of terror into her.
Bringing her arms up, painfully, to cover her face, in the hope to impede the coming ghostly green monkeys, she closed her eyes.
Then all was silent.
Looking out she noticed that the beasts had stopped; as she looked she noticed that the beasts were stopped; only a few feet away right were the fragments of her cocoon laid and the circle of white grass that surrounded her. She continued to examine these animals, there eyes glowing red, and fangs dripping with green goo.
A baby's wail rang out; she turned her head and saw the source of the sound, from within a new chrysalis, right outside the circle of grass, she saw. She heard the baby's cry again. Each cry caused a crack in its shell. Light billowed out of these cracks until finally, the chrysalis fell apart, what came out of it, was something one may call an angel, the figure glided gracefully towards her, it was only a bit shorter then her, but had hair that draped down her back, and gleamed with the colors of a blazing fire.
The angelic being looked at her, and her deformities, her gaze piercing…weighing…judging. Wordlessly the being sentenced her to damnation and with a wave of the being's hand and a scowl on her face, all the fragments from both the chrysalis and the cocoon blew away and with the same windless air blew a flame from the angle's hair setting the white grass on fire for an instant before disappearing.
She tried to flee as the angel averted its eyes, and the ghostly monkeys lunged for her throat.
The Day after Prom.
Smells would wake up the household into bliss for what it meant to them. All of them could appreciate what the smell meant, except for one person. She was confused by the smell that had woken her up, but was also grateful to be woken up from her nightmare. She quickly got up but softly enough to not disturb the person that was with her. Not since carrying her first child did she have that nightmare, eighteen years almost, and she didn't understand why that dream came back to her, more vivid and disturbing then ever before. She breathed again trying to calm herself when she was assaulted with the different smells of food.
Thoughts quickly crossed her mind; from the nightmare and why it came back, to the smells of food, then the possibility that her daughter was trying to cook breakfast! She didn't known what could be worse, the nightmare or her daughter's cooking.
Quickly going downstairs, not making a sound she opened the door to the kitchen silently and making sure nothing would catch her off guard, like the possibility of flying batter. I must have caught her soon enough I guess. As the door open she noticed things, the table which they ate was set up for 6 people. Oh god, she thought to herself, I hope she hasn't fed Ron! Hopefully there is time to get him to the hospital! She cringed as she remembered some time ago, that Kim was trying to just make something simple as Jell-O and somehow ended up getting her arm scalded.
But as she looked in, the kitchen was seemingly clear of the disaster of a war zone, for now, she thought. Then she could hear the sound of fat frying and the drips of the coffee maker running. As she pushed the door open ever so slightly she noticed that the refrigerator had closed but she didn't see who yet, and the door of refrigerator was clean as well. This can't be right, Kim being neat and cooking, that's, impossible…no, she scowled herself, it is preposterous is what it is. She was about to step in and see who could be at the stove cooking when she heard a faint humming noise. That doesn't sound like Kim, in fact that sounds like…
"Ron?" she asked slightly confused.
"Hello, Mrs. Dr. P, How are you doing this wonderful morning of a Saturday in May?" the cheerful voice said.
"Doing fine, Ron, but, what is happening?" she asked perplexed not as to why someone would be cooking for her family but that Ron, none the less, was up this early as well, making breakfast for her family. "And you're here so early in the morning as well?"
"Just figured that after last night – and all that happened in this household, that you would like to have a bit to relax, coffee should be ready if you would like some." Ron suggested with a smile that seemed suspicious. At this point Mrs. Possible walked over to the get a cup of coffee for herself, as Ron kept on cooking like nothing had happened.
"What are you making there Ron?" she asked.
Ron answered with a faux French accent, "I am making crepes with a fruit sauce, bacon, and for a surprise a bit of southern comfort, grits." After Ron finish speaking off the menu, Mrs. Possible chuckled softly at his attempt. Meanwhile upstairs the rest of the Possible family was finally awaking and coming downstairs, which Ron heard and with continuing with his impression, "Madam, if you would take a seat, breakfast will be served." With this Ron poured coffee in the cup where Mr. Possible sat and orange juice for everyone else. The zombie family slowly walked in to the kitchen, sitting down, they did not notice that breakfast was being served, yet Mrs. Possible was also sitting at the table. Ron just smiled at her with a look of 'don't say anything yet', and after taking a few bites the twin brothers or the Tweebs to there sister began to sound off.
"Thanks mom…" the first one said
"…this is…" the second continued
"…the best…" followed by the first voice
"…yet!" with both in unison.
At this point Mr. Possible leaned over to his wife and gave her a peck on the cheek and whispered softly. "Wonderful breakfast."
Mrs. Possible and Ron waited for the last compliment to be said to the wrong person but were surprised instead. "Ron, did you get another can of cheese sauce from Beuno Nacho?" Both of them were a bit of shock, while Tim, Jim, and Mr. Possible looked at Kim when Mr. Possible spoke.
"Kimmie-cub?"
"Look at the person who has the 'Kiss the Chef' apron on." Kim pointed to Ron who now was looking a bit sheepish. At this point everyone looked at the sheepish guest chef of breakfast.
"HI RON!" the entire Possible family announced to the cooker.
"Hi Possible family. Enjoy your breakfast." He replied. Sat down at the table and started piling his plate with the breakfast he had cooked. Then looked over at Kim and smiled at her.
It was a beautiful morning for this young person, though she felt it was early for her to wake up she thought, knowing that she didn't get a full 8 hours of sleep as she glanced at the clock and knew that was not the culprit because it wasn't even time for it to go off for her on a Saturday morning.
She glanced toward the foot of her bed where the trap door would be, expecting one of her parents or the tweebs, Ugh, It best not be the tweebs or else they will have something else coming for them once I get out of bed. She took a few deep breaths and then it dawned on what had woken her up. "Breakfast" she said softly.
Stretching she got out of bed so she could go down and talk with her mom about last night before anyone else got up. But as soon she opened the trap door she knew that her plans were not going to go well. She took a deep breath again to calm her self, attempting to ignore the pleasant smell of breakfast and followed the zombified male Possible family down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen she was assaulted with the aromas of breakfast, coffee, crepes, and something else, the smell was familiar, but misplaced for in the Possible family household. As she began to eat her breakfast she noticed a familiar taste mixed in. Beuno Nacho cheese, there is only one person who would think of using it. She listened to the tweebs and her father guess wrong as to who was the cook but, she knew, she darted her eyes around to see who the real cook, there she saw him, in his normal attire plus one 'Kiss the cook' apron.
"Ron, did you steal another can of cheese from Beuno Nacho?" She said amongst the compliments, then silently giggling as she noticed everyone's facial reaction that she didn't compliment there mom, who have been just sitting there drinking her coffee, not having touched her breakfast much, Probably knew it was Ron and wanted to see how long it would take us to figure out it wasn't her, Kim thought. She could feel the looks she was getting from the rest of the male family as though she did something wrong, and then her father spoke up.
"Kimmie-cub?" He was going to say more but was politely cut off by his daughter.
"Look at the person who has the 'Kiss the Chef' apron on." Pointing to the side towards the rest of the kitchen, and smiling at her right now secret boyfriend and she smiled more at his goofy face, almost like he caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
At this point the entire family except for Mrs. Possible chimed in, "HI RON!" He walked over to sit next to his best friend turned girlfriend.
"Hi Possible family, enjoy your breakfast." Kim watched her best boyfriend start eating his own creation and smiled a warm smile at him which he returned back to her along with a goofy grin that he always had, which made her giggle a bit. She leaned over to Ron and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek in front of the family. Ron blushed, the Tweebs screamed "EWWWW", her mother smiled, and her father just cleared his throat and was about to speak again, but his wife cut spoke before he could.
"So, Kimmie, Did you enjoy what was left of prom?" her mother inquired.
"The best dance ever." Kim replied glancing at Ron who was eating his breakfast.
"Oh?" her father said.
"Well after I left, with Ron driving me back to Prom, so I could dance with my date some before I had to get back home, and like normal, Ron didn't complain about helping me…" as Kim continued to talk about the prom her father raised an eyebrow a bit surprised that she had complimented Ron in such a manner. "…well after I walked in with my date, everyone was congratulating for job well done and saving Prom and the world from world domination once again. Except for Bonnie, of course, 'Miss Queen' wanted attention only to her." Kim paused a moment to take a breather.
Meanwhile, Ron had cast his eyes down and a slight bit of blush occurred on his cheeks, remembering last night and all the events that had transpired, he glanced around at the table to see how other people were taking this, he noticed the twins were half-eating, half-listening, half-scheming, and half-communicating, if such a thing could happen, Anything is possible for a Possible. He looked at Mrs. Possible, her smile made him nervous. She knows what happened with Kim, without being told a word, females, mind readers I say even if Kim denies it, I know they must be!
Then he looked at Mr. Possible, by this time he somehow got the morning newspaper and started to look through it, but kept looking over it at his daughter, like waiting for her to make a wrong move or word. I wonder what would be worse, that he thinks that his daughter went with that Erik thing, Uck, or that he was played along thinking that and realizes that I went with her the second part of her date. Well I did tell him the truth, He was planning on keeping her way past curfew, like forever past it, and I did have to stop him from hurting his daughter anymore then he had. Though how he probably took the truth… That's another matter I guess. Ron sighed and sunk into the chair a bit worried what would happen to him when the good scientist finds out he been suckered into the wrong idea.
Mr. Possible simply listened to her daughter recount the things that had happened the night before, only pretending to be reading the newspaper, trying to hide the scowl forming on his face from his daughter's eyes. He glanced at Ron, noticing him sitting there a bit downcast. Here he sits, next to his best friend, and all she can do is talk about the prom. Granted, she asked our daughter how it went, and so is telling her, but she acting like Erik made her night until she had to go. Ron here, who didn't even take her to the prom was worried about her curfew more then Erik. I hope I will never have to see that Erik kid or he will get something worse then 'The Black Hole Deep' experience, maybe an actual black hole would be good for Erik. Mr. Possible just sat there, grabbing his cup of coffee and started to slowly sip at it.
"Well at the end of prom, the last song of the night was the best and most perfect song to fit the mood and sitch-u-ation." She smiled dreamingly outside, but was smirking on the inside as she told her story. Mom already knows, she saw him in the tuxedo last night, but Dad on the other hand was oblivious in his anger at Erik. Well time to put the icing on the cake. She looked over at Ron noticing his cheeks blush and trying to avoid eye contact from anyone. He is adding fuel to the fire for dad, even if indirectly. Kim smiled at her family more before finishing up her story, "The song was, 'Could it be?' The best song I could ever describe me and my date, I looked into his eyes, pressed our foreheads against each other, and then…"
While Kim was finishing up her story, the brothers were thinking between themselves of another plot to embarrass their sister. She probably just so giddy and happy that she didn't even realize that she kissed Ron, poor Ron, I know, we will sing that kissing song just as she says it, 3…2…
The family was teetering on an explosion of emotions as Kim just about finished her prom night, with her mom about to squeal in delight, her father to explode about Erik, and her brothers about to embarrass there sister, then clearly saying each word dreamingly.
"ME and RON, Kissed."
Her father spat out the coffee he was drinking all over his newspaper, choking a bit. Her brothers were in mid stride of saying "Kim and Erik…" when they heard her say that she kissed Ron at the dance, and Mrs. Possible just smiled more and squealed a bit, while still trying to hold onto a bit of motherly tactfulness.
"Right Ronnie?" she said using a name she hadn't used for him since the modulator incident. He just nodded, blushingly.
"Kimmie-cub, I thought you went with Erik." He said finally after recovering from his newspaper disaster.
"I HAD gone with him to Prom, but I never went back with him after coming back home." She replied quickly.
"Ronald, I thought you said that Erik was planning on keeping her out past her curfew, and yet I hear from my daughter that you had kept her past it, blaming Erik for something that was not his problem."
Ron started after Mr. Possible took a second to breathe. "Sir, technically, Erik WAS planning on keeping her past her curfew, indefinitely. Erik, was one of Dr. Drakken's henchmen. Well not really a henchman. Erik, was a Synthodrone. Fake human." Then the twin terrors chimed in.
"She kissed a Synthodrone? EWWWW!" they screamed leaving the room in disgust, while Kim chuckled a bit.
Ron then whispered, mocking as Kim's voice, "No, but I wanted to."
Which Kim replied back whispering, mocking as Ron's voice, "Too much information!"
While both teens chuckled quietly, Mrs. Possible got up, taking hers and her husband's cup to refill them with coffee.
Mr. Possible was attempting to shake out his coffee soaked newspaper, when his wife returned back to the table and firmly placed her husband's cup on the table enough that the coffee splashed onto the newspaper again, ruining his already stained reading material more, she then began to speak in a serious tone to all three, but was looking directly at her husband.
"It is inexcusable what they did, coming home after curfew, and to apologized for bringing our daughter late, which was not his date when she left, Totally inexcusable." The two teens looked at each other confused, and scared, where only a moment ago, she seemed to be squealing with joy. That the two of them went to Prom not as just friends, but as a date. "Why couldn't it be an hour or two later." She glared at her husband.
He just sat there, remembering his own dances and certain occurrences he rather not be bought up, and finally said, "Fine."
"Besides didn't you see the suit he had, it was of the same color blue." Her voice quickly changed back to her happy tone, while the two teens sat there a bit in shock of what was just said in front of them. Mr. Possible was about to speak up when the twin terrors came back into the kitchen quickly.
Meanwhile outside of the Tri-city limits of Lowerton, Middleton, and Upperton, four black sedans with black tinted windows drove pass a sign, "Welcome to Middleton, Population 10,252. Home of Kim Possible" The sign showed with the town name in large block letters with its population number in small numbers underneath.
The 'K' that was in Kim was in cursive yellow, and the 'P' in Possible was in cursive purple, the words surrounded by a green elongated oval. Behind the large welcome sign, was a smaller less noticeable sign in size, but more noticeable in the festive colors it used. "Home of the Naco at Bueno Nacho"
If any one from the vehicles noticed the green fog that was heading towards them from the city and heading east, they never took notice. Nor did they hear the chitterling and screeching of monkeys as the ghostly fog passed through the traffic.
These cars continued to head into town in the morning hours of day light. Getting to the edge of the residential area, they stopped to take a survey of the surrounding location and noticed damages done by the previous night's activity. As they continued to survey the area, they noticed that the east side of this town seemed particularly good shape, no noticeable severe damages to the houses.
The suited men got back into there vehicles and began driving into town until they notice a road they were coming to had random destruction along the road towards the city. They all turned in the opposite direction away from the main city and followed the destruction of mayhem until they came to house. The doorway was destroyed, the front lawn was looking like a war zone, including the neighbors' yard, with burnt brushes and trees, and potholes that could take a landfill to fill back up.
The four drivers each got out of there vehicles simultaneously and walked to what was left of the front doorway and porch. Debris scattered from the walk way. They were about to announce there presence when two boys about 12 years old, looking identically the same came up to the four suited men. The man from the leading car spoke up, looking at the two twins, and without any hit of emotion in his voice.
"Hello, is this the Possible Residence?" The boys nodded. "Could we talk to Kim Possible, and her parents?" The two boys quickly ran to the kitchen.
Storming into the kitchen the boys quickly began talking each taking turns to speak. "There are four men out there!" The first exclaimed.
"They were in suits, like they were in the secret service." The second twin spoke up.
Then both spoke up, "What trouble did you get into Kim?"
Everyone looked at Kim, wondering if she knew why there were four men waiting for them. Kim and Ron got up followed by her parents to see who exactly was waiting for them and why.
While the family was walking toward the door, one of the men in the back of the group had pulled out a cell phone and began talking to someone quickly, before hanging up and pocketing it just as fast. As the agent pocketed his phone the Possible family plus one walked up to the door. The young female that was standing before them spoke up. "May I help you, Agents?"
"Kim Possible?" The agent in the front of the group asked.
"Yes, that is me." The young lady replied.
"I assume you are Ron Stoppable?" The boy nodded. "Miss Possible, Mr. Stoppable, and Mrs. And Mr. Possible, you all have been invited to come to the White House and talk with The President of the United States." At this point all six people in the house hold jaws just seemed to stop working in shock. "Arrangements have been made to monitor the other children while you're away, and reconstruction of your house should be finished by the time you get back home from the meeting. Now if you would kindly pack for about 3 days worth. Ronald, one of these other agents will take you home so you can pack as well."