A/N: This chapter will contain OOC behavior from the villains, as will many future chapters, since I have them being 100% evil in this story. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it, as I know not everyone likes OOC behavior. Still, I do hope you continue to read. Next chapter will be coming soon.
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.
WARNING: This chapter contains mild language.
After All This Time: Revenge
Chapter 8
Global Justice Headquarters, Location Classified
A small group was gathered around a conference table – Kim, Ron, and Dr. Director among them. Wade had been conferenced in on the large screen containing information on the current case. Dr. Director motioned to a diagram on the screen.
"According to the information we received from Fukushima, Prototype L is a sort of genetically engineered clone of Krista." The image on the screen changed to a running list of code. "However, Fukushima also told us that there was an error when cloning her DNA and advancing her age. Apparently, her organs are slowly shutting down. One of the side effects is that her powers are becoming weaker and more unstable."
"So what does Drakken want with a defective clone?" Kim asked, extremely perturbed that there was an age-advanced clone of her daughter out there.
One of GJ's scientists fielded the question. "Our best guess is that Dr. Drakken hopes to cure the clone's ailment – strengthen her so that he can use her for world domination."
"Okay, but how?" Ron asked.
"Drakken still has his mutated plant powers. It's possible that he might be able to create a compound to slow down the rate of deterioration enough to buy them some time to find a cure. We just don't know what that cure would be yet," Dr. Director answered.
"So priority one: find out what the cure would be and stop Drakken from getting it. Priority two: find the Moores. Krista will never get better with them still out there," Kim said.
The meeting adjourned, and Dr. Director walked the pair of heroes out of the conference room.
"Thank you for attending this debriefing, Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable," Dr. Director said. "Although, I'm a bit surprised that both of you came, considering Krista's current condition."
Kim and Ron glanced at each other, confused. "What do you mean? Your agent said we were both required to be present."
Dr. Director shook her head. "No, I specifically told him to only have one of you come. I knew the other would want to stay with your daughter."
They were silent for a moment as realization dawned on them. Kim and Ron ran out of Global Justice headquarters as Dr. Director barked out an order.
"Find Agent Miller – now!"
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Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit, Middleton General Hospital, Middleton, Colorado
The Stoppables burst into their daughter's hospital room, finding it swarming with Global Justice agents. Kim saw the empty bed and the open window and nearly collapsed, the reality of the situation slamming into her.
Their daughter had been kidnapped – again.
Kim grabbed the closest GJ agent by the collar, a wild desperation in her eyes. "Where is she? Where is Krista?!"
Ron managed to pull his wife off the agent as he responded, "We- we don't know. I'm sorry."
A cry of grief escaped Kim as she sank to the floor, Ron holding her close. Kim covered her face with her hands and whispered, "We promised, Ron. We promised her she would be safe."
"Kimmie!" Dr. Anne Possible rushed into the room, kneeling by her daughter's side. "I'm so sorry, honey, I was pulled into an emergency surgery. I wasn't able to come check on her. I just heard."
Kim allowed herself one more moment of grief before she stood, shoving her emotions into a mental box and going into full mission mode. She couldn't afford to fall apart right now. She had to find her daughter. She turned to one of the agents, her voice cold.
"Where exactly were you all? You were supposed to secure the perimeter and keep her safe! How did this even happen?"
The agent gulped, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Kim Possible's fury. "We were, Mrs. Stoppable, I promise you. We were all at our posts and on high alert."
"So how did someone just waltz in and take our daughter?"
"I believe I have the answer to that." Dr. Director strode into the room, a handcuffed and beaten agent dragged behind her. "Agent Miller was posted in the vicinity outside Krista's room. He was also the agent in charge of relaying my message to you." Agent Miller was thrown on the floor at the feet of the Stoppables. He looked up at them, disdain in his eyes.
Furious, Ron grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up and slamming him into the wall. "Where. Is. Our. Daughter?"
Agent Miller smiled, blood staining his teeth. "Go to hell."
Rage tore through Ron, his eyes taking on a cold, blue glow. "What did you say?"
"I said, 'Go to hell.'"
A feral scream ripped from Ron's throat as he cocked his arm back, ready to deliver a lethal blow with the strength from his Mystical Monkey Power, before being stopped by several other GJ agents. As Ron was pulled away, Agent Miller slumped to the ground, a raspy laugh echoing in the room.
"I'll kill him!" Ron screamed. "Let me go!"
"Mr. Stoppable, as much as I would like to allow it, I can't let you do that," Dr. Director interjected. "Agent Miller – excuse me – former Agent Miller holds vital information to the whereabouts and abduction of your daughter. We'll get answers from him, I promise you that." The ex-agent was again dragged from the room, his absence allowing Ron to calm himself to a degree.
Kim put her hand on her husband's shoulder. "Why would he do this? Why would he help someone kidnap a defenseless child?"
Dr. Director couldn't look her in the eye. She stared at a fixed point on the wall as she responded, "I don't know. Clearly, he's unstable. He's always been a bit of a wild card, but we never dreamed he would commit this kind of treachery. You know how extensive our background checks are, Kim. He's been with us for years. We never saw this coming." She moved to look out the window, her hands clasped firmly behind her back. "We'll be doing a top-to-bottom investigation of every agent and personnel member in our ranks. I won't let this happen again."
Silence hung heavy in the room. Dr. Director turned and looked Kim and Ron in the eye. "We will find your daughter. You have my word." She hesitated before continuing. "I have a suspicion of who might have taken her, but you aren't going to like it."
"Tell us, please," Kim pleaded.
"I think Drakken and Shego may be behind this. Think about it: it's too much of a coincidence. They have her clone – a clone that is essentially dying. We know from Fukushima they have one of the lead scientists from Prototype L's creation. I have a feeling they plan to use Krista to help them cure the clone."
A wave of horror nearly doubled Kim over. After what happened a few years ago, she knew Drakken and Shego were now essentially psychopaths – the Attitudinator had left them without a good bone in their body. They hadn't yet figured out how to reverse it – the device itself was damaged beyond repair, and all traces of its original blueprints and design from HenchCo had been destroyed. Wade was a super-genius, but this had him stumped. For the time being, they were heartless, without remorse or empathy. If they had Krista…
"We need to find her. Now."
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Remote Arctic Lair, Location Unknown
Krista's limbs felt heavy and her mind was fuzzy as she was slowly pulled out of the darkness. She groaned, the grogginess slowly wearing off. She shifted, but found she couldn't move her arms or legs.
"Ah, Sleeping Beauty finally awakens."
Krista's heart pounded at the sound of the unfamiliar voice as she slowly opened her eyes. Her vision swam for a moment before bringing the room into focus. She was strapped to a chair, her wrists and ankles bound, keeping her in place. One wall of the cavernous room seemed to have been carved straight into the side of a mountain, the raw, jagged rock giving off a formidable appearance. There were several strange, high-tech devices strewn around the room, a large computer console being the centerpiece. In front of her stood four people – the woman who had attacked her at the hospital, a frightening-looking man in a blue lab coat, an older man in a white lab coat with his hand wrapped in bandages, and—
"M-mom?" Krista blinked at what looked like a younger version of her mother with auburn hair and blonde highlights. One of her eyes was green, like her own, the other brown. The lookalike gave her no sign of acknowledgment, only stared at her with a cold, calculating gaze.
This wasn't her mother.
Panic began to overtake her, clouding her senses. "Wh-where am I? Who are you? What d-do you want?"
The man in the blue lab coat stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back, smiling a chilling smile. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Drakken."
It took a moment for recognition to set in. She had heard that name before – her mother and father had told her about several of their missions as teenagers. This was their arch foe. Once, they had been good, had even helped Team Possible save the world from aliens bent on destroying earth. But something had happened a few years ago that had turned them evil again. Her mother hadn't gone into detail and didn't like talking about them anymore.
Drakken smiled as the look of recognition crossed his captive's face. His reputation preceded him. "You've already met my assistant, Shego. This man is Dr. Henderson, and this –" He gestured to the lookalike of her mother. "Is not your mother. No, my dear, this is Krystal. She is a genetically engineered soldier, cloned after you."
Confusion clouded her mind. "Wh-what do you mean? I- I was never cloned."
"Weren't you?" Drakken seemed to relish Krista's confusion. "Do you have memories of doctor visits? Getting tests done that were never fully explained? My dear, you were being cloned, and you didn't even realize it."
Krista's mind whirled with the memories of all the needles and procedures she had endured when in the Moores' custody. She had never understood why she needed all those tests. She had always been told it was because of a lung condition, but it had never made sense.
"But… why? Why did they clone me?"
"To create the world's most dangerous bioweapon. You are the offspring of two of the world's most formidable heroes. You possess in your DNA your mother's uncanny fighting abilities as well as your father's Mystical Monkey Power."
Krista shook her head, her confusion momentarily distracting her from her panic. "What do you mean? I don't have any powers."
Drakken looked at Dr. Henderson, urging him to respond. "Actually, you do. We have evidence that your powers began to manifest on your tenth birthday. Mr. Moore witnessed it, and we were able to harness that energy and infuse it into your clone."
"Unfortunately," Drakken continued, pacing. "There was a little… mishap in the cloning process. As a result, Krystal is dying – slowly deteriorating from the inside." He turned, facing her again. "You are going to help cure her."
"B-but… what… I don't… how?" Krista stammered, her fear beginning to rise once more.
In answer, Drakken motioned to a door, which opened to reveal a man she hadn't seen in a long time. "You remember Dr. Whitman, don't you?"
"Hello, Krista," Dr. Whitman greeted kindly.
Krista's heart pounded ever faster as she remembered all the tests and pain she had gone through because of this man. She nearly hyperventilated as he approached, the buzzing in her ears beginning to increase in volume.
"Dr. Whitman will be overseeing the cure. Before we can begin, though, we will need to perform some tests to gather data to make sure the cure will work," Drakken explained.
Krista shook her head vehemently. "No. Please, no more tests. I- I don't want to do this."
Drakken laughed, the sound sending chills up her spine. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice."
