Ace Ian Combat here, and I'm co-writing this with Twila Starla (If you didn't already know that.) Well, here's Ch. 2!
The previous night; 12: 45 AM.
Scarlet proceeded down a dark, dank alleyway. "I can't believe my mother broke my stone! I was supposed to steal it! What was she doing there anyways?" Scarletina hopped aboard a black and red hover board, her boots clinking slightly in the pitch black. She quickly entered the code and she was off. Scarletina chuckled. Perhaps she was more like her mother than she thought. But her mother did break her Zinrin Stone.
"You're so naive." Scarlet spun around, not a wise thing to do on a hover board about one thousand feet off the ground. She vainly searched the air for the source of the voice. Shrugging, she turned back to her controls to pilot the board. Scarlet had, of course, stolen the design off of Shego's board, just like she had with her claws. Shego, oh, how she hated that name. And the person to who it belonged.
"Seems like we have something in common."
"Who's out there!" Scarletina demanded, twisting around and activating her metallic claws. Her shrewd eyes watched the air above, below, and to the sides. Nothing. Then a chuckle, much like... hers? Kim Possible's? It had a sound of both, blended together with her mom's.
"That's not the appropriate question. It should be 'Who's in here?', Scarlet," the voice was amused, almost toying with her. Scarlet sensed a soft shiver snake slowly down her spine. "Why are you nervous? You're powerful, you have nothing to fear."
Scarlet absently rubbed her itching nose, then halted. "That wasn't me"
"Who are you?" Scarlet shouted as the wind whipped her cloak about her. Nothing. Just the monotone humming of the hover board's motor. Then Scarlet gasped; her knees buckled and she knelt on the board. Thousands of wisps of ideas swirled about in her mind, overloading it with thoughts, emotions, and memories. After the surge had subsided, Scarlet realized something.
This... thing... was inside of her.
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The next day; after school, cheerleading, and mascot practice.
Kim tossed her backpack across her room. "Great. This is the last thing we need, to have Scarlet and Kimala team up. They're both control freaks, so maybe they can't or won't. Hmm. Wonder if I can use that to my advantage?"
Shaking her head, Kim settled down to her homework at her desk. She roughly shoved her Geometry book across the wood. "Senior year homework... blech. Still, Ron's gonna be having a harder time than me."
"I'm losing everything I ever cared about!" Ron's voice echoed through the house. Kim jumped. Where did that come from?
"I'm losing everything I ever cared about! I'm losing everything I ever cared about!"
Growling, Kim traced the voice to the twins' room.
"I'm losing everything I ever cared about! I'm losing everything I ever cared about!"
Kim wanted to gouge her eyes out, but that wouldn't solve anything. Raising her leg, she kicked open the door, chips and splinters flying everywhere.
"I'm losing everything I ever cared about!" Ron's voice said this one more time before Kim's foot crashed down on top of the tape recorder, snapping it in half.
"What's the meaning of this!" Kim demanded, her arms rigid, shaking with restraint not to fling her brothers down the stairs. Jim looked up briefly, then back down at his notebook. He made a note and repeated it out loud to his brother.
"Test number one, Guilt Response, is complete. Response: Positive," Jim said nonchalantly. Kim grabbed his collar and brought him up to her face. Snarling, she inched her face closer to his.
"What do you mean 'positive'? Huh? What do you mean?" shrieked Kim, shaking Jim.
Nabbing his brother by the waist, Tim was able to pull him free from Kim's wrath. Tim quickly hurried down the stairs, nearly dragging his brother with him. Kim considered following them, but she had more important things to deal with. Wade and Ron were coming over soon to discuss the Scarlet problem.
Later
Ron rang the doorbell to the Possible household and patiently waited. Kim had urged him to come early, why he had no idea. It was probably important though. Kim wouldn't be distracted while Scarlet and Kimala are on the loose. Ron let out a stifled gasp as Kim yanked him into the living room. Glancing around, Kim pulled him upstairs to her room. Rufus crawled onto Ron's shoulder. Shuffling around, he went rigid as he saw a pile of red shift. Kitten Kim's tail twitched as she watched Rufus keenly. Rufus, needless to say, hurriedly scurried back into his owner's pocket. Stroking the kitten, Kim sat on the bed, motioning Ron to follow. He flopped down into Kim's computer chair.
"Wade can't know about Kimala and the Immortals," she said simply. Ron stared blankly at her, then his eyes widened as he caught her implied meaning. Shaking his head, his blond mop flopped about.
"Why? Kim, he's part of the team. Team Possible wouldn't be the same without him. He deserves to know as much as we do. Besides, what if something happens to us out in the field? We, as the only ones who remember 'sides the Immortals; we should let him know so Wade can preserve it for time. What if they find a way to give the Immortals their own bodies in the future? Kim, he needs to know," objected Ron. Kim opened her mouth, but at that moment the doorbell rang.
"We'll discuss it later," responded Kim. Ron motioned to attract her attention, but she paid him no mind.
"Argh," Ron cried, slapping his hands over his face. Mrs. Dr. P., Nana Possible, Joss Possible, Scarlet, Shego, Monique, Bonnie, Tara, Yori, Kim - Are all girls this stubborn or just the ones I know?
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