Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible. It belongs to Disney and its creators. If it was in the show, I don't own it. Any songs mentioned are the property of their respective owners and artists. I am not doing this for compensation, simply for enjoyment and practice.
Claimer: Krista Ruthie Stoppable is my OC. If you want to use her, please ask. Krysta-L (aka Krystal) was created by StormChaser90 and used with permission. If you want to use her, please contact him for permission.
After All This Time: Revenge
Chapter 4
Wyoming State Maximum Security Prison
A black-clad figure stood hidden in the tree line several yards from the barbed wire fence surrounding the prison. High-tech binoculars raised to her face, Krystal scanned the perimeter, noting the locations of guards, spotlights, motion detectors, and cameras. Lowering the binoculars, she retrieved several small black boxes from her backpack. She placed one where she stood, pointing a small remote at it until a red light blinked back at her. Moving quietly and efficiently through the shadows, she placed the other devices at key points in the forest around the prison, activating each as she went. Stepping slightly inside the circle of electronics, Krystal tapped her earpiece, a smug smile coming to her face when all she heard was static.
All communications jammed. Phase one complete. She was on her own now.
Sticking to the shadows, Krystal made her way to her next obstacle: the power grid. This would be tricky. Once she located the main transformer, she would only have a small window of time the knock out the power and use the initial confusion that followed to enter the facility. She already knew where her targets were located; the challenge would be getting to them and getting them out. Once the power was cut, she would lose the element of surprise. Everyone in the area would know something was wrong.
Using her binoculars, Krystal located the main transformer. Keeping herself hidden, Krystal focused her energy on her astral projection, using her spiritual body to explore the area around the transformer. She phased through a nearby door, making a mental note to have a laser saw at the ready. Once inside, she came upon several guards patrolling the hallways. A sign on the wall told her she was near Cell Block C; she would need to find a way to Cell Block A. Memorizing every twist and turn in the hallway and counting the number of guards she passed, Krystal began to formulate a plan of attack. Once her projection had reached the entrance to Cell Block A, she cut it off, once more returning her consciousness to her physical body, still hidden in the tree line. Going once more over her plan, Krystal prepared herself to attack.
She closed her eyes and focused her energy, a blue glow surrounding her and rustling her blonde-streaked auburn hair. As her power built, static electricity buzzed and sparked around her. Opening her bi-colored eyes and locking in on her target, Krystal pushed her hands forward, sending a concentrated blast straight at the transformer. The energy connected with the metal box, which erupted in sparks with a loud bang. A low whir echoed through the air, and Krystal was plunged into darkness. She acted immediately, swiftly cutting through the barbed wire fence and making quick work of the thick steel door. Donning a pair of night vision goggles, Krystal wound through the maze of hallways, the path made clear by her astral projection. Within seconds, she had come upon a pair of guards on high alert, their hands on their weapons and ready for a threat. Krystal struck, taking the two heavy-set men by surprise. She quickly disarmed them, dodging their blows before reaching into her utility belt and producing two small darts. With an almost admirable grace, Krystal stabbed the darts into each man's neck, the poison leaking into their bloodstream and causing them to drop to the floor. Although the prison was aware of a threat, there was no need to alert everyone to her location by firing shots.
Before moving on, Krystal tapped in to her aura sense, detecting four more guards in the cross-section she was about to enter. She retrieved a small grenade from her belt, pulling a mask over her face before tossing the object around the corner. A flash illuminated the area for only a moment before a noxious gas began pouring from the grenade. The last thing the four guards saw was a mysterious figure walking confidently through the smoke, not even giving them a second glance.
An alarm blared, flashing red lights piercing the darkness every other second.
Damn. They must have activated the back-up generator. No matter. She had planned for this.
As she moved deeper into the prison, she sensed more guards. Packs of them began congregating in the halls and at the entrances to every cell block. Yet Krystal remained calm. She was almost to her destination.
A guard came rushing at her to her left. Reacting swiftly, Krystal produced a handgun, the silencer muffling the lethal shot. As he fell, the man cried out, his voice echoing through the concrete halls.
So much for the element of surprise. Krystal smiled. Time to have some fun.
She entered the final cross-section, coming face-to-face with hordes of armed guards, all prepared to attack. Krystal fired off more shots, dodging the ones aimed at her. She summoned her Mystical Monkey Power, the blue glow and her levitating form freezing several of the guards in shock. Taking advantage of the reprieve, Krystal slammed down, her superpowered fist connecting with the floor and cracking the concrete. The shockwave sent the pack of guards sprawling, others knocked out by the rippling waves of cracked concrete. Those closest to the epicenter of the blast were instantly killed. Krystal used the confusion and disorientation of the rest of the guards to strike, firing off more shots and charging several more blasts of energy, making her ways slowly through the carnage to her destination, ignoring the pleas for mercy in her path.
Finally reaching Cell Block A, Krystal produced a small device resembling a handheld gaming system, the red dot growing bigger and brighter as she walked down the hall. Finally, an electronic ping sounded, and Krystal turned to her right. A man stood gripping the bars of the 4-inch-wide window, his eyes wild. She coolly looked him over.
"Thomas Moore?" she asked.
The man stared at her, his mouth agape. "Prototype L?"
Krystal sneered as she placed a small box on the steel door to his cell near the lock. She hated that name. She pressed a button on the box, taking several steps back down the hallway. "Stand back."
Thomas obliged, a small explosion ripping a hole in his cell door. Krystal swung it the rest of the way open. "Let's go. Your wife is one floor down. Our ride will be waiting."
Thomas followed the superhuman soldier through the halls, tripping a few times as disbelief washed over him.
"Amazing. Truly amazing," he breathed. Krystal didn't respond, focused instead on wiping out anything that got between her and her goal. Alerted by the explosion, several guards cut off her path to the stairs. Krystal charged up another blast of energy, slamming her obstacles against walls and into steel doors. As she passed the disoriented figures, she took out her gun, shooting each one in the head without even looking at them.
Thomas was shocked at the cold precision with which Krystal carried out her task. It was exactly what he had dreamed of.
With little challenge, they reached Andrea Moore's cell on the women's floor. Krystal released her in a similar manner, husband and wife embracing before being led back in to Andrea's cell. Krystal placed another explosive on the back wall, ordering her two charges to back up. A hole opened up in the thick wall, just big enough for the three fugitives to escape through.
Amidst cries and shouts from the other prisoners, Krystal led the Moores out into the night.
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3 Hours Later
Stoppable Home, Middleton, Colorado
A loud ring awoke Kim and Ron from their slumber. Groaning, Kim looked at the clock. 4:13am… Who could be calling at this time of night? She reached for her phone.
"Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Kim, we have a problem." The urgency in Adrena Lynn's voice made Kim sit straight up, fully awake and alert. She put the phone on speaker mode so Ron could listen in.
"Adrena? What is it? What's wrong?"
"Thomas and Andrea have escaped from prison."
Kim stilled as she processed the words. She blinked hard, trying to wake herself from what was surely a dream. Several moments passed before she spoke again, her voice shaky.
"What? How?"
"There was a break in. A lot of the prison was heavily damaged. 26 guards and a few other prisoners were killed, too."
"Do they have any idea who did it?" Ron asked.
"No. Whoever did it was incredibly smart. They jammed communications from the prison, so guards couldn't call for backup. Power was cut and surveillance was shut down. The only information we have is from the few surviving eyewitnesses, and they couldn't see much from their cells. The only thing we were told is that Thomas made reference to a 'Prototype L.'"
Something about that struck them as familiar. "Prototype L… didn't we find paperwork referencing some sort of prototype in Thomas's office?"
"I thought the same thing. I went back over that evidence, and it sounds like some kind of humanoid bioweapon. All we know about it is that they were attempting to clone someone and manifest supernatural powers in the prototype. We couldn't find anything else."
Kim's mind whirled at all this information. Thomas and Andrea were free. They had released a deadly bioweapon upon the world. And Krista…
"Krista can't know. She's made so much progress. This would set her way back," Kim stated firmly.
"But, Kim, don't you think she has a right—"
"We'll protect her," Kim cut Adrena off. "We'll find Thomas and Andrea and put them away again before anything can happen." Kim seemed so confident, Adrena reluctantly agreed.
Kim and Ron never fell back asleep that night. It was all Kim could do to keep herself from checking on Krista every five minutes. They had to find the Moores. They had to thwart whatever they had planned before they took their baby girl again.
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3 Days Later
Possible Home, Middleton, Colorado
The past few days had been exhausting. The news of the prison break was in every paper and on every channel. It was harder than expected to keep Krista from finding out. It was Friday, and the Stoppables were joining in on Possible Family Game Night. Ron had cooked dinner, and Kim was helping her mom clean up before the games started. They sent Krista out of the kitchen to set up the gameboard.
"Kimmie, you look exhausted," Anne said, concern creasing her eyes as she dried a plate with a towel.
Kim sighed. "I haven't gotten much sleep in the last few days. I keep checking on Krista to make sure she's still there." Her eyes welled with tears, and she looked at the floor. "I'm terrified of losing her again, Mom."
Anne set the plate down on the counter and pulled her daughter in to a hug. "Oh, Kimmie, it's going to be alright. They'll find them, I know they will."
In the living room, Krista had the game board all set up and was waiting for everyone to return. Grabbing the remote, she began flipping channels, searching for something to watch while she waited.
A news headline caught her eye.
Search Still Underway for Fugitives Thomas and Andrea Moore.
Her heart leaped into her throat, her eyes focused on the reporter.
"Authorities still have no lead on the whereabouts of Thomas and Andrea Moore, who escaped from the Wyoming State Maximum Security Prison earlier this week. Crews are still at work sifting through the rubble of several damaged portions of the facility for evidence on who exactly carried out the attack."
The remote fell from her hands, and a buzzing grew louder in her ears.
"Alright, family! Let's play Scattegories!" James proclaimed happily as he led the adults into the living room. The sight of Krista frozen on the couch turned their attention to the television.
"Anyone with information leading to the apprehension of the Moores should contact the Wyoming State Police –" The rest of the reporter's words were cut off, as Ron jumped to turn off the TV.
Krista didn't move.
"Krista? Honey, are you okay?" Kim asked, tentatively taking a step towards her daughter.
Krista barely heard her. The buzzing was deafening. Her face and the tips of her fingers tingled. Her heart raced, and her breathing quickened. She felt lightheaded, but her mind was razor-focused on one thought: The Moores are free. And they're coming to hurt me.
Her nightmares were going to come true.
She collapsed, panic consuming her.
A/N: Sorry for the late updates. Life is getting busy, but I promise I'm still working on writing this. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Leave a review if you feel like it.
