Okay folks. This ones hot on the heals of chapter 8. I really enjoyed this one and I think my story's plot is really fleshing out. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I hope you will. Message me with corrections! I know there's nothing more annoying than reading a story with glairing grammar errors. I just wanted to get this one out so bad I couldn't proof it again.
The Flip Side – The spiraling night sky
An auburn mane whipped wildly through the rushing air. A few sparkling drops trailed out behind her leather encased body as it cut the air, whistling with the fall. The downward plummet robbed her face of all expression but twisting emotions had her writhing inside. The city rooftops were quickly approaching even as her arms fought to keep from grabbing her sides in effort to ward off the wrenching of her gut. Her decent offered her no time for self-comfort, no time to retreat into herself, no recovery from the pain. No, she had to act. Almost mechanically Kim forced herself to pull the faux buckle on her suits waistline. Fabric seemed to tear audibly as her garment's sides began to expand forming kite like webbing between her arms and legs. The sudden increase in surface area jerked her sharply upwards as she strained to control her arms and legs in effort to slow her fall. Now almost fluttering instead of falling the redhead struggled herself into a sweeping approach of the closest rooftop. The young villainess barley touched down on the rough concrete building roof, her fall translating into a wild slide towards the roofs edge, Turning sideways she quickly twisted her body into a tumbling roll trying to regain control.
She came to a tumbling stop near the roofs edge, her body bruised and battered. Kim lay there for what seemed like hours to her. Her eyes began to release fresh tears as thoughts swirled through her body. Rejection often forces the mind to contemplate the anguish of the heart leaving the soul in utter turmoil. Kim felt this. The boy she wanted, lusted, desired, even loved, for reason unseen by anyone but himself, refused her. Deep down she knew what they had was real, incredibly different, complicated even, but non-the-less very real. She saw him ache, she knew the score. What she could not fathom, could not understand was why the boy denied her…no…denied him self. It hurt. The thought that she was connected with him so deeply and yet they were so far apart by his own choice left her aching inside. There she lay, staring up at the stars, tears pooling on her cheeks, contemplating the fate of her heart.
Somewhere else on the ground"Kim do buildings pop up in a day?"
"No Ron they don't." she was still holding onto him, as he was her but they both had relaxed slightly from their initial start. Looking around their surroundings seemed vaguely familiar, yet starkly contradictory.
"Speaking of day. Why is it dark during the day?"
The redhead held gently in the blonde's arms bit her lip for a moment in contemplation. "Ron, I'm not sure."
"Thoughts so." They both parted gently and stood hands at their sides taking in their seemingly new surroundings. Wide eyed they marveled at the buildings and busy city street that contrasted so sharply with what the two of them remembered their location as.
Kim suddenly clenched her fists and looked suddenly cross. "This has got to be the work of the Dementor or one of the others! Senior Senior Senior could pull off something like this!" The fiery redhead turned abruptly and snatched Ron's hand. "Common Ron, we've got to get to Wades."
The freckle faced boy started as his girlfriend tugged him down the sidewalk towards the busy street. "Whoa ah! KP! Arm, its attached." But it was too late Kim already had him all but drug down the walk and she was quickly approaching a bus stop sign just a few feet down the curb. The two of them bristled suddenly feeling heat from a set of bright lights shining on their backs as a large vehicle pulled up behind them, brakes squealing a tell tale song.
"Spanking! The bus!" Kim quickly whirled around and flashed her best world saving smile as she waved down the bus driver. She smiled as the large vehicle came to a stop, the large double doors parting as the bus driver pulled back the door opening mechanism.
"Hi there! Can we get a…"
She was cut off by a loud chorus of gasps from the buses passengers. Somewhat confused she prepared to continue her request until she noticed the drivers face run ghostly pale as he stammered "Ro…Ro...Ron…Stoppable" and threw the doors shut again and stomped on the accelerator. The bus lunged forward just nearly missing a car parked at the curb before screeching away out of sight.
Kim looked over at Ron questioningly bewildered. Ron looked back at her with a similarly puzzled expression and shrugged his hands out to his sides, " At least he knew my name." Another car whizzed by illuminating Kim's face for moment revealing her annoyance.
Kim scowled slightly and tugged on Ron's hand. "Common Ron, we've got a lot of ground to cover. Looks like we're walking."
Ron gulped, "Aww man! Why did I know you were going to say that!"
The SkyRon's face drooped against his brain's better judgment. The flight back to the lair had been long, much longer in fact than it technically should have been, or maybe it just seemed that way. Maybe it just so happened that it seemed like a never-ending flight because Ron Stoppable's brain was in overdrive wandering the empty space of the unknown. Blonde hair shook as he cursed at himself silently.
Why does she vex me so? Why does she cause me so much trouble? Why am I so weak?
Folding his arms in disgust he shrank back into his seat and stared blankly at the controls. The hovering craft had been flying on autopilot for sometime now, silently skimming along the clouds as the blonde stewed.
Why does she have such a hold on me? Could I really...? No…The slumped figure sat so enthralled in his train of thought that he completely missed seeing the small island slip into view on the horizon. The location in reality wasn't all that hidden, not much more than an hour and half from the closest mainland shore, it was just far enough out to go unnoticed. In reality someone very easily could have stumbled right into it but Ron wasn't all that concerned. Call it cocky, call it careless but he really didn't care. It was a transgression that could be remedied easily enough, although, that really was never a thought on his mind. No, Ron Stoppable had other…intentions. Besides, what better place to hide than right out in the open, at least that's the excuse he gave Kim every time she decided to rib him about his not so secret hideout.
Kimberly.
Even as he sat sulking his flying transport continued approaching the island steadily, eventually crossing its shore and delving deeper toward the center of the island. Descending slowly the autopilot navigated through the trees with no assistance slipping into a path obviously worked into the dense tropical foliage. Almost as suddenly as the foliage started it ended, parting for a small lagoon fed by a waterfall jetting off the mountainside; two shuttered doors opened behind the waterfall making way for the hovercraft as it lazily flew through the waterfall and into a hidden cavern. Ron stood up, water running from his hair, (who ever thought up driving an open top vehicle straight through a water fall anyway) and stepped out the crafts side and onto the hanger floor before the saucer could even find its landing pad. As the craft continued to land unpiloted, Ron seemed completely and obliviously locked in thought as he traipsed into the lair, sneakers squishing with every step.
What is it? What am I missing?The lair was quiet. Extremely quiet. Ron didn't notice. Bypassing the kitchen, his numerous projects, the video games, he traveled directly to a tattered couch situated in a dark corner of the living quarters. Two brown eyes were nearly buried under his blonde brown as the villain mastermind unlatched his equipment harnesses letting them clatter to the floor. Two wet shoes flew across the room just before the damp male dropped into the sofa instantly sinking into the half worn out cushions. A hand went to his head parking several fingers within a mussed mop of blonde. As he lay there sulking the television, just with-in eyesight, blinked on as it sensed its programmer's presence.
A RooftopThe crying had finally stopped. Kim Possible was physically and emotionally exhausted, but more than that, she was tired, tired of crying on a desolate rooftop. Silently the shapely female got to her feet pausing for a moment to straighten her self up before heading for the edge of the roof. Her hands found the rough brick ledge protruding from the building top as she steadied herself and scouted out the city below. The darkness of night was not a problem as her location wasn't the question at the moment. The real search was for a phone; it was high time she cashed in a favor. Minutes later a ratty pay phone did indeed come to her attention and she made quick work of heading to the street below. Much to her convenience this building offered a fire escape that quickly rang loudly as her body weight forced the moving staircase to creek and clang as she decended flight after flight.
Once on the ground she cautiously approached the pay phone, her eyes darting back and forth with every step. Setting the earpiece on her shoulder she slunk against the phone shelter lazily and dug through an almost invisible pocket on her hip. The already tight suit bulged around her hand pulling the material tighter around other parts of her body, forcing her face into a twist of irritation. Finally finding what she was digging for her breath escaped rapidly blowing locks of her auburn hair in every direction. Kim scowled as she held a tiny card up in the dim light pouring over her shoulder and jabbed some numbers forcibly on the keypad, shaking the phone shelter with each pounding jab.
Familiar tones sang in the earpiece with each number entered, silencing the dial tone just before and rewarding the tones with a steady ring moments after. It only took three rings before a perky blonde picked up on the other end. "Lode Enterprises, how may I direct your call?"
Kim scowled at the mere thought of calling him but she needed a few things and she wasn't about to contact that dumb boy. Oh she'd contact him when she was good and ready. First she needed some time to herself.
"I need to speak with Mr. Lode." The words came out a bit more aggressively than she meant.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lode is not accepting business calls at this time, may I take a message?"
the blonde came back a little more cheerily than was believable.
"This isn't business. This is personal. He'll take the call. Tell him it's Kimberly calling." She rolled her eyes and buried her free hand into her hair, holding a good bit away from her face.
The other end of the line was silent for a few long moments but finally the ditzy receptionist answered with a sigh. "One moment please." And with that the phone came alive with a cool nondescript jazz toon. Her foot tapped with agitation, this standing on the street basically wide open was for the birds.
"Ron you are so gonna regret this." She growled at the phone, the impatience increasing in her voice. She was just about to hang the earpiece back on the hook when the music stopped. She held the phone backup to her ear and scowled. "Like to keep people waiting much?"
A deep male voice answered coolly, "And what do I owe the pleasure of this call Ms. Possible?"
Kim almost snarled, "Cut the act Wade. I need a favor and its high time you pay the piper."
"Your words hurt Kimberly. Is that anyway to treat an old friend?"
"Yeah, and old friend who would sell my soul if he thought it would make him a buck."
"Testy, testy, did you and you're boy toy have a fight?" the gruff voice mocked a sugary octave higher.
"I need wheels Wade. You owe me, time to pay up. I don't care how rich or powerful you are, I made you, I can break you."
"So says the current heir to the proverbial throne, none the less, Lode enterprises always hold up their end of the bargain. It may take some time to reach your location."
Kim jerked her head around as a large roll back truck appeared out of nowhere. Its air brakes hissed loudly as it pulled up beside the payphone and stopped. Strapped tightly to the deck was a sleek black sports bike, complete with gloves and helmet cargo netted to the seat. The sharp angles glistened as the street lamplight poured down over it, its black paint stylized with a bright red KP emblem on the fuel tank shone like a dark colored pearl. She grinned wickedly, the adrenaline already coursing through her veins at the sight of the high performance motorcycle.
"I assume you approve?" the deep male voice came from the earpiece as it all but dangled in her hand.
She grinned heavier and put the phone back to the side of her face. "Consider your debt paid in full." And with that she hung up the handset and scrambled toward the truck.
A Few Miles Down the Street"KP how long are we gonna walk like this?" Ron Stoppable shuffled behind his red headed BFGF and tugged at the collar of his stripped hockey jersey before wiping his brow. "I'm hot, this so tanks."
Kim suddenly stopped short outside a tall concrete building. Spinning on her heals she grabbed both of Ron's hands and looked him square in the eye. He looked back nervously at the beautiful green eyed girl standing before him and for a moment forgot completely about any discomfort as he basked in her glow. Then she frowned before opening her mouth releasing a falsely sweet voice.
"Ronnie. Sweetie. I know we've been walking for over an hour but you have to admit that this whole sitch is significantly bigger than we've ever faced before." She paused, and then confident that she had his full attention continued her voice growing sterner with every word. "One minute we're at the doctors office in the middle of the day, the next we're in some city fairly reminiscent of Middleton, in the middle of the NIGHT. We can't get a hold of Wade nor anyone else who could help and every person we've come across runs from us in terror. Even as much as I love you, so help me if you don't amp down I'm gonna kick your biscuit and trust me you won't enjoy it." Stray strands of hair fluttered in the air as her rant had become animated enough to send her locks flying.
Ron gulped and smiled weakly at his girlfriend. "Yes-um."
Kim glared at him wild eyed for a moment and turned her head to look over her shoulder. Just behind them, above the entrance way to the concrete building read in large block letters: POLICE. Kim turned back to Ron half smiling sheepishly trying to control herself. "Why don't you wait here for a few minutes? I'm going to try to talk to the police and see if I can find out where we are."
"Good idea Kp." The blonde smiled uneasily, even the freckles on his face seemed to tremble as they sat under Kim's wild-eyed grin.
"Back in a few." And with that she turned and skipped up the steps and into the building.
Ron spun around a plopped down on the curb suddenly relieved that the imminent biscuit kicking had passed. Man was she tweaked. Note to self number 300 and 43, amp down. Of course getting my biscuit kicked doesn't sound that bad. Ron smiled to himself but quickly tried to push the thoughts from his mind and began focusing on what he was good at, marinating.
Kim placed a heavy hand on the doorplate marked "push" and swung into the building shaking her head. Maybe I was a little harsh; still, he's got to get his head in the game.
Thinking of Ron and his, "child like wonder" left her smiling. Yeah he was a goof but she was crazy about him all the same. Her smile was growing dreamier by the minute as she quickly forgot about her irritation. Suddenly she stopped frozen terrified.
A voice. I've heard that voice before. It couldn't be. Absolutely no way possible, I saw him fall with my own eyes.
OutsideIt didn't take Kim's goofy sidekick long to completely forget about his current situation, his girlfriends foul mood, or the long walk ahead of them. He sat there on the curb numbly watching the motor vehicles pass by, being somewhat mesmerized by the lights and sounds of the semi-steady traffic. Oddly enough his ears perked up as a far away thrumb of a high-pitched import motorcycle headed steadily in his direction. His short time in Japan had introduced him to all kinds of fancy motorbikes; he still pinned after his dearly departed scooter; and a slight twang of envy still held a spot in his chest for that slick maroon bike that the "Erik thing" had toted Kim all around on. His brow dove at the thought of that stupid synthodrone that had almost taken his best friend from him and ruined his life. Quickly the thought faded as he eagerly awaited the passing of the approaching bike.
Two emerald eyes shown out from beneath the visor of a sleek black helmet, skillfully scanning the road ahead all while keeping track of the bikes gauges. Suddenly the feminine eyes were forced into a double take back to the spot where a familiar thinly framed male sat on the curbside. I thought he went home. What the…Her right hand backed out of the throttle, all while her left snatched in the clutch lever allowing her left foot to downshift as her right applied the slightest touch of rear brake. The bike's exhaust raised an octave during the quick change in RPM but steadily quieted as she decelerated.
Ron watched in awe as the black motorcycle's tires squealed as it slowed, the female form grabbing a right hand full of brake lever effectively locking up the front brake forcing the bike to pivot skyward on its front wheel. Ron's mouth gaped as the bike hung mid air standing on the front wheel for a moment until the engine shut off and the motorcycle dropped violently back onto both wheels. The rider snapped up from her forward position and snatched her helmet off forcing a gasp from Ron's lungs.
"KP?" his voice squeaked out in disbelief.
The redhead scowled at him as she slung the helmet to her leather-clad hip. "What are you doing here?" her words were definitely stern but somehow mixed in was an undeniably confused edge that permeated her voice. Ron didn't notice the confusion though, instantly reacting to the scowl and stern tone.
"Guess you're still tweaked huh?" suddenly the curb was very interesting as he averted his gaze.
The rider cocked her head in further confusion, and squinted hard at the lanky boy as if to ask 'are you for real'. This is too weird. "After that little stunt you pulled you can bet your biscuit I'm tweaked." She made sure her words were deliberately sharp but still, something seemed off.
"Yeah, Sorry bout that. I'll try to do better." He fidgeted under her stare, which had become distinctly heavier.
Kim just stood there half holding up her bike, half trying to not fall over at Ron's reaction. Her head swam. Something is so not right. She struggled with the thought for about a full minute before she looked back at him in disbelief. The anger had fully left her throat now as she paused and contemplated before responding. "Eh…No Big Ron."
Brown eyes snapped upward as a large smile spread across his face. "That bike is SO badical KP! I'm so glad we don't have to walk now!"
"Um, ok…" What in the world is going on? "Common, get on." She motioned him over to the bike, "We can go to my place."
"You don't have to ask me twice!" before she knew it Ron had shot up from the curb and was perched on the bike's seat, arms wrapped firmly around her mid section. She bristled at his touch and slipped her helmet back on. A push of a button later the bike was fired back to life. Kim pulled away from the curb quickly accelerating down the street all the while the blonde at her backside hooped and hollered over the roar of the engine.
YES! After a considerable battle with a large writers block I have finally finished my plot-twisting chapter 9! What in the world has Ron got himself into? Why is our villain so distraught? Who in the world could freeze Kim in her tracks just from the sound of their voice? What about Shego and Drew? Find out in my next hopefully much more exciting installment of The Flip Side! Please R&R! Heck go above and beyond if you feel like it and get my email! I'd love to wrap about fanfic with someone! Lol Thanks for reading!