Kim Possible
R - Factor
"Wreak of the Edmund Fitzgerald"
By : Gordon Lightfoot
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wire made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the big ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when their lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
They may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the Gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early!
Chapter 8 : Vengeance - Doug's solo mission
It had been several hours since Doug disappeared. Things in the mansion were quiet and tense. The girls did their best to offer Monique some comfort while Ron and Scott did some heavy training to release their tension. As Kim looked out in the yard and watched Ron and Scott trade expertly mastered blows with their practice swords her mind wondered. Would she one day be faced with Monique is now? Would Ron leave someday to take out a madman for hurting her or their family? Would Ron survive if that ever happened? Is Doug going to make it back? She shuddered as those thoughts flooded through her mind.
So much had changed since Ron returned from Japan...he was now her boyfriend and they are soul bonded to boot. Her life was going better than ever but she was terrified of losing Ron. She knew that she would wither and die without him in her life, being soul bonded will do that to you. She could only imagine the pain and fear that Monique was going through at the moment.
As a sudden knock on the door alerted the girl's attention, Kelly went over to answer it. When she opened the door she saw her parents former boss and good friend Betty Director. As she walked in Scott and Ron came in from their practice out side, both with stoic looks on their features.
"Good afternoon everyone." Dr. Director said in an unusually deadpan tone. "I would gather that you all know that Mr. Brown has left to stop Barron Karnoff once and for all." She said.
"What about it?" Scott's voice came out in a soft growl.
"Now Mr. Storm there is no need to be hostile...yet." Betty said not looking into the young warriors piercing gaze, a gaze that she often found unsettling with its mixture of dark emotions and the dual colored eyes. Scott was one of the few people she knew in the world that could give a death glare that could frighten even the coldest of killers.
"After the assassination of Agent Du we discovered that Mr. Brown had hacked into our database via a Kimmunicator and a laptop to find where the Barron was hiding. The Baron is currently in his Mt. Middleton chateau compound, it's heavily guarded and he has already infiltrated it. It would be impossible for us to send any agents in without blowing his cover and endangering his life...he's on his own." Dr. Director said with sadness in her tones.
"We already figured as much." Kelly said. "What's the real reason you came here?" She asked with narrowed eyes.
Betty Director sighed, she really didn't like she was about to say...but they deserved to know. "To tell you how your parents really died that day nearly six years ago. I had just gotten into a fight with Karnoff." She lifted her eye patch to show a horrible scar and the complete lack of an eye. "During the fight I lost my eye to him...I barely escaped with my life. I was sent to the hospital and drugged up to stop the pain and slow the bleeding. You parents...they called and requested back up...and I refused it. They...they were found dead the next morning."
The reactions were instant. Kelly screamed curses at Dr. Director but went silent as the barrel of Scott's desert eagle touched the side of Dr. Director's head along with the shattering of the glass Ron had in his hand. Kim gasped in horror as she saw blood flow from Ron's clenched fist and then she saw the enraged and murderous look on Scott's face.
"Give me one FUCKING good reason I shouldn't pull the damn trigger!" Scott growled as his eyes flashed bright violet.
Tara took a step back and covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a sob. Monique still in tears looked away, Kim gawked not knowing what to do, Ron remained stoic as Kelly burst into tears. Dr. Director looked at the gun and then to Scott's cold face, the dead lifeless look in his eyes made her shiver.
"You and Ms. Brown have every right to be angry at me for sending your parents to their deaths, but before you exact judgment please hear me out." Betty said as tears started falling from her eye. "I was so drugged up...I wasn't in my right mind, had I been they would have gotten back up or recalled." Her voice went soft with a heavy undertone of greif. "They were two of my best agents and even better friends, I've had to live all this time knowing...knowing that it was just as much my fault for their deaths as it was Karnoff's." She closed her eye and awaited the punishment that was sure to come, it never came.
As she looked up all she saw was Scott's retreating form walking stiff and slowly away from them, his fists clenched tight at his sides. He then vanished in a violent swirl of fire. Minutes later the sounds of gunfire and explosions came from the direction of the gun range as Scott let off his steam in a destructive manner. Only Kelly understood why this effected him so badly, he hardly remembered his own parents and then was forced into abuse and torture for ten long years before her own parents took him in and treated him like they did her and Doug. For Scott he had not only lost one set of parents...but two.
The area around the chateau was heavily guarded with the usual Hench CO. henchmen, not that Doug expected anything less. Making sure his car was well hidden and ready for a quick get away he then checked his equipment. His new battle suit fit like a glove, blue and gold with a red chest plate, black cargos covered his legs and dual gadget belts were strapped on. Hanging from waist holsters was his shotguns and mystical weapons. A cold look glinted in his eyes as his face remained set in stone.
In a flash of crimson Doug shifted into a hawk and flew up to a tree over the main guards heads, he shifted back to human form and waited. As soon as the other guards were out of sight Doug dropped onto his prey. Doug's hand shot out to his side and nailed the first guard in the throat with a well-placed chop, the guard's windpipe was crushed instantly. The second one got a palm up thrust to the face as the bones in his nose were rammed into his brain, a spray of blood and then he was dead.
Doug levitated the bodies into the bushes and then jumped into the shadows. Just as he popped out of a shadow on the other side of the compound the Kimmunicator went off and a gorilla of a gaurd whirled around to see what the noise was. "Shit!" Doug cursed and socked the man in the face before grabbing both sides of his head. "Looks like you could "SNAP! CRACK!" use an adjustment sucknuts." Doug snarled as he savagely broke the guards neck.
Doug ran along the wall after making sure the Kimmunicator couldn't alert anyone else. Unfortunately a spotlight nailed him as he rounded the corner and an alarm went off. "Well that's just fucking prime." Doug grumbled as thirty armed guards came marching out of the main entrance. Doug pulled out one of his custom high-powered frag grenades, pulled the pin and tossed it at the group of guards. "Have a blast boys!"
As Doug shouted the grenade went off in the middle of the groups. Blood and body parts scattered like bowling pins when a strike is hit. Several other bangs sounded off and a sudden pain on the side of Doug's arm alerted him to snipers. He spotted the snipers in a watchtower on the other side of the compound. Crimson energy gathered in his hand and he thrust it towards the tower. Another explosion rang out as a blast of psi energy impacted with the tower.
Doug drew his dual shotguns while looking at the decimated tower. "You morons should have stuck to your day jobs." After firing off a couple of shots he ducked back into the shadows.
Kim sat in the living room next to Kelly, Monique was now asleep from crying and exhaustion, Tara was just sitting quietly, Josh had gone home and Ron had vanished along with Scott...Dr. Director just looked off into space and remained quiet as her mind was thinking of the many things that were happening.
Kim looked around for a moment and observed the looks on everyone's faces. She let out a sigh and returned to her own thoughts. She could clearly see that Doug and Kelly's lives were anything but sugar coated, it brought a shiver down her spine to think of what Scott must have gone through for most of his life. Even Ron had changed quite a bit, she remembered a time when killing an enemy was the farthest thing from his mind but she had just recently whitnessed him killing one and aiding in the death of another. Though she had to admit they were more dangerous than the freaks she usually fought, she still didn't like the odd look Ron got in his eyes after he killed or hurt someone really bad. It was a look mixed with disgust, rage and even thrill, it was the last part that bothered her.
She was jarred from her thoughts as the Kimmunicator chirped. "What's the sitch Wade?" She asked.
"Well I tried to call Doug on his Kimmunicator...he switched it off before I could say anything to him." Wade said.
"How about a location? Were you able to track him?" Kim asked.
Wade shook his head. "No...the signal was lost before I could get a lock on it."
Kim sighed in frustraition. "What about the general location?"
"Forget it Kim." Came Kelly's voice from beside her. "Doug is already in enough danger as it is and if we tail him it will only piss him off. We will just have to sit, wait and hope he comes back in one peice." Her voice was distant; she was very worried for her brother.
"Never mind Wade." Kim said defeated, she wanted to help. "We will just have to wait the sitch out." Wade nodded and Kim switched off the device and stuck it back into her pocket. As she turned to look out the window she saw Ron and Scott standing over next to the small lake that was on Doug's property. Both seemed to be staring out into the water, neither moving, the only movement was the fluttering of their long hair or occasional wisp of smoke from one of Scott's cigarettes.
Doug barely dodged a hail of bullets as he twisted around a corner. The left side of his face now sported a nasty cut and a black eye, his battle suit had several tares in it and he was bleeding from cuts on various parts of his body.
"These fuckers just don't give up." Doug grumbled.
He heard a noise above him, as he looked up he got a rifle butt to the face. Shaking off the sudden pain in his face. "You know what the capitol of Thailand is smart ass?" Doug asked and the guard looked and him like he was crazy. Doug smirked and thrust the heal of he boot into the guys crotch. "It's called "Bang Cock!" The guard fell to his knees and passed out from pain. Doug got back to his feet and shook his head. "And I'll bet you thought the "Nut Cracker" was something you did off the high dive." He chuckled a bit and took off.
As he rounded the corner he was met with a gun barrel, this really wasn't his day. Doug cursed and dodged to the side before the guard could fire and brought "Peace maker" up to the mans skull and fired, the guards head splattered all over the wall in chunks and fluids. "Scatter brain." Doug grumbled before ducking into an empty looking room.
As he looked up he looked directly into the lifeless faces of his parents. He stumbled backwards with wide eyes as tears began to stream down his cheeks. The looks of pure terror were still etched on their faces. "Mom...Dad..." He trailed off, his voice suddenly weak and choked with barely restrained sobs. He fell to his knees as he stared into their lifeless eyes, he could almost hear their screams of pain before death took them...before the Barron took them.
Grief and pain then melted away to pure rage. Doug stood back up to his feet, his eyes lost in a bright crimson glow as the rune on his arm flared and his full power burst into existence. He would have his revenge, tonight would be Baron Karnoff's last. As he turned to leave the room he spotted a glass jar with a familiar brown eye in it immersed in preservation fluid, the tag read "The one that got away". Doug growled and stormed to the door.
A large heavily muscled gaurd barged into the room and lunged at Doug. Doug dropped down on his back, guns in hand and thrust his feet up as the larger man closed in on him. The Guard yelped in pain as two boot clad feet impacted with his gut and sent him several feet straight up. "Say goodnight Gracie." Doug growled as he brought up his guns and unloaded them into the mans chest and gut.
Doug charged out of the room and down the main hall guns blazing. After a few more minor scuffles he came to a large set of ornate doors with a man guarding them that looked much like the one he, Ron and Scott had taken out earlier. The man was African-American, no less than seven foot tall and a mountain of muscle. The large brute lumbered towards Doug as he put his guns away, and cursed for not bringing more ammo.
"Bruno gonna tear you apart little man." Bruno grunted in a thunderous voice. "You killed brother...now Bruno kill you!"
Doug rolled his eyes. "Damn yokels...Karnoff is getting cheap in his old age." Doug complained and then jumped as a beefy fist nearly nailed him, he looked at the floor where the fist had impacted and noticed an indentations and many cracks. "Shit...another steroid junkie."
"Here Bruno...fetch the boot!" Doug growled and nailed Bruno in the jaw with a spin kick. The larger man didn't even flinch. "Oh Sonuva..." Doug got out before being knocked into the wall like a rag doll.
Doug stayed on his feet but was winded and had to shake the cob webs from his head. Since there were no shadows around he was going to have to rely on psionics or beast shifting. Summoning his power he let a couple of psi blasts hit Bruno in the chest, the brute staggered but didn't fall. Doug then used telekinesis to slam Bruno into the opposite wall, which now sported a perfect indentation of the brute.
Bruno ripped himself from the wall and shot black energy similar to his brothers at Doug. Doug erected a psi barrier but was pushed back from the force of the blast. Doug was sick of wasting time as a bright crimson and golden aura surrounded him, this bastard wanted to play rough he was gonna get rough!
Using psionics to further enhance his strength Doug shot forward and socked Bruno in the gut with all his power. Bruno grunted and spat out blood as he staggered backwards. "Now be a good boy Bruno "Crack!" Sit! "Crunch!" Lie down! "Snap!" Play Dead!" Doug snarled as he hefted the larger man and slammed him face first into the marble floor. Doug then pulled out a stick of dynamite with a wicked grin on his face. "Looks like it's time for your monthly enema." He said as he literately crammed the explosive in the larger mans ass. "Hope you enjoy the colon cleaning." Doug said as he lit his ever present match and touched the flame to the fuse.
He took off and rushed through the large double doors, no sooner did he get out of the way did a large explosion blow the doors off their hinges. "Damn, I need to check my fuses, that one was too short."
"And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit Mr. Brown?" Asked a familiar silky and snide voice in a German accent.
Doug whirled around to see none other than Barron Wheilem Von Karnoff, he was dressed in his usual black dress suit, dual sabers resting at his sides and a high powered rifle sitting on the desk next to him. His silver hair still in a short but wavy style, he calmly lifted a goblet of wine to his lips and took a sip.
There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us
"My parents death you son of a bitch!" Doug snarled and drew his dual Sai daggers the "Cats Eye" and took a fighting stance.
The Barron arched his brow. "Very well then...enguarde!" Karnoff growled and drew his sabers.
Both men met in the middle of the room with a deafening clang of steel. Doug twisted to the side to avoid a swipe at his arm. He then pivoted on the ball of his foot and kicked Karnoff in the gut. Karnoff staggered but countered by slashing Doug's arm open. Doug winced in pain as blood streamed down his right arm.
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever...?
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us
"What's wrong Douglas?" Karnoff asked with a sneer. "Would you like me to send you to your parents now...or after I send that attractive little wench you call a sister?" He taunted with a evil grin.
"You won't touch my sister you sick fuck!" Doug roared.
Doug's power roared back to life as he charged the Barron. Soon the men were a blur of blades and kicks. Doug caught the blade of one of the sabers in his sais cross guard, he twisted his wrist quickly and snapped the blade in two.
Karnoff tossed his broken blade aside and growled at his foe. Doug whirled around and knocked the remaining saber from his hand with a roundhouse kick, the sword stuck into the chest of the self portrait behind the Barron.
Who wants to live forever
Who dares to love forever
When love must die
Doug re-sheathed his sais and socked the Barron in the gut. "That was for me!" Another blow to the jaw and a spatter of blood. "That was for my mom!" A uppercut to the jaw, several pearly white teeth flew from Karnoff's mouth. "That was for my father! And this is for all the pain you caused me and my sister you murderous sack of shit!" Doug then pummeled Karnoff with a barrage of punches and kicks. As Doug continued to beat the source of his pain and torment tears fell from his eyes.
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever anyway?
Nearly six years of pain, loss, suffering and torment came with each savage blow. The Barron, now against the wall was a mass of blood, broken bone and bruises. Doug socked Karnoff in the jaw once more with a look of rage and grief etched on his features. "Almost six years...SIX FUCKING YEARS!" Doug roared. "We have suffered because of your sick ass! No more! NEVER AGAIN!" Doug pulled out one of his custom grenades with Karnoff's name on it.
"Bon Appitit, you son-of-a-bitch !" Doug growled as he shoved the live explosive into Karnoff's mouth and breaking a few more teeth as he did so.
Doug hefted Karnoff and flung him across the room and into a large fireplace, he ducked. "BOOOOOMMMMM!" Bricks, dust and a couple of body parts flew past Doug and he jumped out of the blast range and into the marble hall and over the decimated remains of Bruno. He saw the arm of Barron Karnoff on the floor as he turned around to look at the damage.
Doug smirked as another small explosion sounded off. "Now that was a Spicy Meatball!" Doug then kicked out the window and jumped to the ground and took off in a dead run. Once he was a safe distance away he pulled out a small remote and pressed the button. The Chateau then went up in a ball of fire from the explosives he had planted before getting mobbed by hoards of guards.
A small but sad smile crossed his lips as the tears began to fall again. "Rest in peace...Mom...Dad...I promise to watch over Kelly for you. Good bye." Doug said in but a whisper as he turned and started off towards his car, never flinching as new and louder explosions sounded off in the distance. Barron Karnoff and the horror of what he did was over now. He was in no way proud of the lives taken this night but now he could take the proper time to heal and deal with his shame in a less destructive manner. Doug could begin to let go of his pain and let the scars on his heart heal...and be with the woman he loves.
Monique sighed through the tears that still fell from her eyes as she looked at the clock. It was nearly three am and everyone else had gone to sleep. Ron, Tara and Kim had decided to stay. They too wanted to know when Doug returned. She knew they were worried about him as well but she was beside herself. He was her soul mate and she felt lost without him there and not knowing if he was alright. So she gave in to her tears again and fell apart, placing her head on her arms as she wept into them.
As she wept, Doug entered the kitchen to see the woman he loves in tears and letting out agonized wails. All the disappointment, anger and upset he felt from what he just went through melted away as he watched her.
At this moment Doug knew nothing else mattered...just Monique and then his family and friends. He walked slowly up to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Her head shot up as she gasped at the sudden warm feeling that filled her.
She looked up and met Doug's sad yet loving ice blue eyes, she wasn't sure weather to believe he was there or not so she gasped once more as his hand tenderly cupped her cheek and brushed her tears with his thumb.
"Hey now...no need for tears." Doug said softly.
Monique let out another wail and jumped into him crying hard as she began beating on his chest. "Dammit! Doug I...I thought I lost you! Why did you leave me like that!" She cried out and buried her face into his blood stained chest.
Doug sighed and wrapped his arms around her. "Shhhh...I'm sorry hon...it was something I had to do." He said softly. "It's over now, the Barron is gone and he'll never hurt anyone again. Let it out Mon...let it all out...I promise though...I'll never leave you like that again, I swear it." Doug said in soft comforting tones as Monique continued to cry into his chest.
On the stairs Ron, Scott, Tara, Kelly and Kim watched the couple, giving them their needed space. A smile graced their faces as Doug and Monique lost themselves in a passionate kiss. The friends sighed in relief to see Doug home again, they turned and went back upstairs to get some much needed sleep...it had been one hell of a day.
Disclaimer : We do not own Kim Possible
Authors : DragonMaster & Doug4422
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