October 21st
4:40 PM
Brooklyn Memorial Hospital
The young Global Justice Agent lied on a hospital bed, finally conscious after being beaten to a pulp.
By her.
He couldn't move a single part of his body as he was laid up against the back of his bed with the pillow along his back. His eyes were glue to the tv screen that he shared with another patient.
"Today I can gladly say we finally have the true masterminds of the Yamanouchi bombing in custody. Kimberly Possible and Ronald Stoppable have been proven innocent and have been relieved of all crimes, including assault of government officials, breaking and entry, theft and destruction of property. These two heroes and all of Team Possible have once again kept the world a safer place. And to them, we owe them our thanks and our sincere apology."
He gritted his teeth, as he watched the television showcase the two teenagers in the top corner. He wanted nothing more then to hit something as hard as he could, but both of his arms were in casts. Not to mention his shoulder was wrapped from the grappling hook that tore completely through it.
No matter how much he wanted, he couldn't reach the remote. Even if he could grab a hold of it, he'd more than likely smash it out of pure anger than to change the channel.
"Rotten little witch." He finally blurted out, his voice weak and coarse.
"Kim Possible." He then heard the patient next to him. He easily tilted his head in the neck cast to look over at the mysterious voice. The man was looking at him, with an expression as if they had met before.
"Do I know you." the agent spoke in an uninterested tone.
"SWAT. 34th precinct. I was with you on that bridge. I saw you were the last person to go down. Yeah really got the shit beat—
"Shut up. I don't care about what you saw. All I care about is... her." He said, gritting his teeth.
"I know that look all too well..." The man spoke back, not even phasing the agent.
"You want to kill her, don't you." His voice finally caught the attention of the Global Justice Agent. He turned to look at the man, then looked forward again.
"More than anything." He spoke, holding in every hate filled emotion he had towards the teenager.
"That makes two of us..." His eyes widened, as he heard the swat officer speak. "And I think... I think I know a way we can make that happen." The swat officer grinned. The agent looked back at him, finally starting to show curiosity. He was interested in hearing what he had to say.
"And how do you suppose that can be arranged?"
"Trust me... I have a guy on the inside." The officer winked, with a creepy smile.
"So... what do I call you.." The Agent again faces the television.
"Officer Anthony Teller."
"Well, Teller. You won't be needing the officer part anymore if we accomplish this as you say. You'll need a new name." The Agent looked at him. But as he did, he saw the large tattoo on the brawny man's left arm. It was an ink of a shadowy wolf. An alpha wolf.
"How about.. Wolfe." He said, not even second guessing himself.
"Right... and you?" The now ex-Officer asked. The agent just smiled, and watched the tv with an angry grin.
"Agent Will Du."
Camp Delta Prison
Guantanamo Bay, Cuba
Eric was sitting in the corner of his own cell. There were no windows, no seats and no beds. Just one large open space, with an observation window. He was being watched and he knew it.
His arms were wrapped in a heavily fortified version of a straightjacket. If he so much as tried to even remove his arms from the sleeves, the jacket would fry the hell out of him. He knew what it did, so he didn't even bother trying.
He just sat alone in the corner, all cameras looking directly at him. The shadow from his hair covered his face, barely even revealing his brown eyes.
"How long has he been like this?" A doctor asked one of the prison guards who was watching him through the window. "Since he got here." The guard took a sip of his drink, and continued to glare.
"When did he arrive?" The female doctor questioned him again, causing him to spin his chair around to look at her.
"Yesterday morning." He replied. "Jesus." The Doctor said under her breath. He pivoted back in his chair to stare at him with the woman.
"Yeah whatever Ms. Possible did to him... it really messed him up." He said as he tried to even imagine what the world's best hero could have done.
But as he sat in his corner, they had no idea he knew exactly what he was doing. This may not have been part of his plan, but it definitely wasn't going to stop him. He briefly looked up from his knees, revealing the cuts and scars that now peppered his face. A terrifying smile began to crawl from ear to ear, enthusiastic of the upcoming future.
"Don't worry Kimmie... our fun isn't over yet. No... the fight has just begun. But now even you are prepared...
For the war."
To be continued...