For those who waited for an update, please forgive the delay. I got tied up with school and all.
"Ahhhhhh!" screams Kim. For nearly two hours, the pain inflicted on her by her kidnapper using the nanobots has become steadily more localized, mostly centering on her head, which she grabs with both her hands. Sitting on her bed, she grits her teeth and closes her eyes as the unbearable pain causes her head to throb so rapidly that it feels it is on the verge of exploding. Then it slowly stops and begins to subside. She opens her eyes and starts to take deep breaths since she held her breath during the duration of the pain. She then angrily glares at the camera. "What's your damage?" she yells.
"You didn't answer the question correctly," states the male voice nonchalantly.
"You asked who I was," Kim says with exasperation. "I told you!"
"You told me you were Kim Possible, which is true, but it was not the answer I was looking for," says the voice.
"Then what?" asks a very frustrated, angry, and tired Kim. "Why are you doing this… just to mess with me?"
"Now I don't want to divulge everything right away. I think I ruin my mysteriousness if I did that."
"More like your annoyance," retorts Kim.
"Here's a little tip. Don't tick off someone who can inflict unbelievable suffering on you with the pressing of a button. I'm just thinking that's not a very good idea. Now I'm not angry that you keep pouring out the sass. That just means the fun's still fresh."
"I'm so overjoyed that you're having fun," Kim sarcastically shoots back at the camera, "but you know when I get out of here, I'm going to so …"
"I can see you desperately need a breather," says the male voice. Suddenly, a hissing sound resonates in the white room and in Kim's ears. It surrounds her and she looks up as green gas begins to sink into the room from the four vents above her. "Enjoy!"
Great, the fun just keeps pouring in!
She gasps as the green gas rapidly pours into and fills the room.
I'm exhausted and there isn't anywhere I can go or anything I can do.
Kim begins to cough as the gas continues to flood the room and her lungs.
What am I going to do?
She coughs more violently as her head begins to feel lightheaded. Her vision blurs and her hearing becomes muffled. Kim collapses on the bed as she continues coughing. Soon her vision and hearing slowly return to normal while her coughing starts to settle down, although her head still feels lightheaded. She takes a few breaths, and looks around.
"That wasn't so bad," Kim softly says to herself as she slowly sits up
Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret saying that?
Suddenly, she feels an odd sensation in her mouth. She slowly brings her hand up to her mouth and touches her upper front teeth with her finger. They feel loose. She pushes a little harder and they instantly fold back as if they consisted of rubber. She gasps in shock and horror as she removes her finger and she feels them fold forward.
What's going…
Then, Kim feels one fall out, then another and another. She looks down onto her lap and sees three teeth lying on her lap like fallen soldiers on the battlefield as drops of red rain down onto her pants. She knows that her mouth bleeds from the empty spaces that her fallen teeth once occupied. Tightness, caused by panic and shock, builds in her chest as she closes her mouth and clasps her hand over it. Tears start to involuntarily well up in her eyes until they fall down her cheeks. She tries to breathe slowly but finds it difficult as the blood continues to fill her mouth. She then feels more of her teeth fall out and sink in the ever growing pool of blood in her mouth. She struggles to keep her mouth close as its capacity is almost reached. She doesn't want to shallow as she brings her chin to her chest and lowers her head.
Why doesn't it stop?
She feels the blood escape her mouth and flow into the spaces between her fingers, unto the back of her hand, and down her arm. She can't hold on and her mouth gives way to… nothing. She feels nothing. She looks down at her lap and the fallen teeth disappear. She instantly, checks her mouth with her hand.
All there, they're all there!
She checks her hand to confirm the current sensation in her mouth.
No bleeding.
A sigh of relief escapes her as the tightness in her chest dissipates. She feels the wet trails of her tears on her cheeks and wipes them away with her hand.
What just happened? Was that a dream or …hallucination? It felt so real.
The Artist sits in his chair staring at Kim, who has a perplexed and relieved expression on her face, through his multi screened computer monitor sitting on his metal desk. He has just witnessed her reactions to the gas. A small smile forms on his face. "We have only just begun," he says to her through the monitor as he turns it off. He gets up from his desk. "Until tomorrow, Kimberly," he says to himself as he exits the room.
He stood outside her house's front door for ten minutes like a statue filled with uncertainty, which mixed with his ever growing concern and nervousness for her well being. The lights remained on. Ten minutes before, he called his parents using his cell phone to tell them that he was fine. They were, not surprisingly, worried and very upset that he had not come home earlier or that he hadn't at least called to tell them he would be late. He explained to them the events that occurred earlier that night. They could feel his emotions as he told them about Gill, Kim's kidnapping, and being told her kidnapper is a dangerous and probably mess up individual. They understood why he didn't call but that did not excuse him for letting them worried like that. He apologized but told them he had something to take care of before he headed back home, namely, to tell the love of his life's parents why she had not come home yet and explain what happened to her. They allowed him to do this since they sympathized with Kim's parents when worrying about your child's well being and whereabouts but warned him to expect a small talk they were going to have when he arrived home. He told them he understood, and he loved them. He then turned off his cell phone and made his way to Kim's house, all the while trying to come up with the right words to inform her parents about their daughter's current predicament.
As of yet, he has not. "What am I going to say to them, Rufus?" Ron asks turning to his right shoulder where Rufus roosts. "And how am I going to say it?"
Rufus comforts him with a pat on the cheek. "You'll find a way."
After a few more minutes of thinking, he decides to just do it. "Well, standing here thinking isn't helping and I have to tell them. Guess I have to wing it." Taking a deep breath, he walks up to the door and knocks on it while Rufus climbs down and into Ron's pocket. Within seconds, the door flies open revealing a worried and exhausted Mr. and Mrs. Possible.
"Ron, thank goodness you're all right," says Mrs. Possible. A hint of relief begins to push its way through the thick curtain of worry and fear.
"Where's Kimmie?" Mr. Possible asks immediately. "It's past her curfew and…" The expression on Ron's face simultaneously halts him from completing his sentence and gives an answer to his question.
"Ron, what's wrong?" asks Mrs. Possible. The fear and worry overwhelm and bury the small shard of relief from growing. "Where's Kim?"
"Can we talk inside?" asks Ron. "We better talk inside."
"All right," Mr. Possible calmly says as he moves aside to let Ron in. Ron enters while Mr. Possible closes the door. "The dining room," instructs Mr. Possible, "will be fine." Ron makes his way to the dining room with Mr. and Mrs. Possible following close behind. The trio soon enters and each takes a seat at the table, Mr. Possible at the end near the entrance and Mrs. Possible and Ron on either side of him.
"Okay, Ron," Mrs. Possible says as Mr. Possible scoot his chair so that he can face Ron. "What happened to Kim?"
Ron takes a deep breath and begins to tell them. "Kim and I got a mission to track down and capture a mutant named Gill."
"A mutant named Gill," Mr. Possible says. "He doesn't like you that much does he?"
"Not really, but giving time he might lighten up a bit on the whole seeking revenge on Ron goal he strives for," Ron says.
"Did he do something to Kim?" asks Mrs. Possible. Her heart nearly jumps out of her chest.
"No, he didn't do anything to her," says Ron. Mrs. Possible breathes a small sigh. Ron continues. "He did split us up and he went after me. While we tangoed, Kim was hit with a tranquilizer dart and taken somewhere. When Gill and I finished, I went searching for Kim and I only found her backpack, her gloves, her belt, the kimmunicator, and the dart that hit her."
"Do you know who took her, Ron?" asks Mr. Possible.
"GJ calls him The Artist. He used Gill to lure us into a trap and to distract us while he waited until Kim and I were separated. Then he took her."
"What does he want with Kim?" asks Mrs. Possible.
Ron remains silent. How am I going to tell them that he wants to torture Kim until she breaks? How can I tell them when I can't even think about it?
"Ron, tell us," Mrs. Possible demands as her concern increases exponentially.
"He wants… he wants to…" Suddenly, the kimmunicator beeps. "Hold on. Wade might have something." I hope. Rufus carries the kimmunicator onto the table and lifts it in order that all present can see the screen. Ron presses a button and Wade appears on the screen. "Tell me you have something."
"I have something," says Wade. "It was exhausting but I, with the help of GJ, discovered a delivery truck in most of the satellite picture frames leaving the warehouse. It drove around the city for ten minutes, drove out of the city, and after ten minutes reentered the city before stopping in the old dilapidated business district."
"Where?" say all three sitting at the table in unison as they nearly jump out of their chairs.
"Five miles south of the warehouse," Wade informs them. "I scanned the area and found that one of the buildings has a medium sized structure below it. It seems to have been built recently. There is an entrance to an elevator hidden on the first floor of the building. As to whether there is anyone down there, I can't say because my scans can't penetrate it, but I have a good feeling that Kim's there."
"Then I'm gone," says Ron. "Come on Rufus." Ron gets up from the table then turns to the Possibles. "I promise I'll bring her back."
"We know you will, Ronald," Mr. Possible says as he places his arm around his wife. "Good luck."
Ron grabs the kimmunicator while Rufus climbs up and onto his shoulder. Ron heads out of the dining room and towards the front door. "Wade, I need a ride. When's GJ coming?"
"They're not. Dr. Director immediately sent a team led by Agent Du at the location as soon as her agents and I pin pointed a possible location. He should be there in thirty minutes. I can set up a ride for you so that you arrive five minutes behind him."
"So I guess all available resources doesn't include a ride," Ron says as he opens the front door, steps outside, and closes it.
"Guess not but Agent Du might need your help to find that entrance."
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't tell them where exactly the entrance is located after Dr. Director informed me she would not allow you to go with the team on grounds of concern for your safety. Although their scans discovered the hidden structure beneath the building, they couldn't pin point the entrance, at least not yet. So if you hurry, you might not lose much ground to Agent Du and his team."
"Thanks Wade," Ron says as a black Hughes MD 530F military helicopter lands on the Possibles' front lawn.
"Good luck, Ron," Wade says. At that, Wade ends his transmission and the kimmunicator's screen goes blank.
Ron places the kimmunicator in his right pant pocket as he lowers his head and quickly walks to the egg shaped helicopter and climbs in. As soon as he closes the door, the helicopter lifts off and flies toward the city of Lense.