Hello, everybody! Here's the 3rd death story!

Warning: The following will (or might) contain- Mild language, blood and gore, mild-to-extreme violence, and possible use of drugs and/or beer. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Do not flame me if you like " Kim Possible". I made this chapter intentionally for folks who hate Kim Possible. So if you're a fan of Kim Possible, I suggest you don't read it. I don't need to be flamed, thank you very much.

Kim and the others characters is © of Disney.

Deathley, her camera crew, Vampuit and Frupire is © of yours truly.

iPods are © of Apple Computers.

Deathley was quite the happy camper for quite sometime now. She killed Juniper Lee and her whole family (as well as stealing their money). She had spent the Lee's money on clothes, weapons, and her most-wanted item, a new video iPod to replace her broken CD player. She strutted down the sidewalks of Vampuit in style.

In case your wondering, Vampuit is a city where the population was made up only of vampire and fruit bats. (Although the vampire bat population slightly dominated the fruit bat population.) It was basically a bat version of modern day New York City. Frupire was a country-like town south of Vampuit where farms grew fruit. Fruit bats were more common to see in this area rather than vampire bats.

Deathley was even happier with her fans. They sent her letters non-stop. Many thanked her for killing Juniper. Some fans sent her thank-you cards, some gift cards to her favorite stores. Hell, a fan even sent her $500 dollars in cash! Deathley felt like this made up for the fact that Mr. Ass-Obsessed never died (but he was sent to jail to taking beer and drugs to school).

Deathley walked over to her studio and opened up the backstage door. She went to her dressing room, where she had all her make-up, accessories and whatnot. She had a huge-beyond-belief wardrobe with a vanity. Her make-up artists came into the room and fixed her hair and fur. After all of that, a messenger boy came in and handed a letter to her.

"Delivery for you, Ms. McClash," the boy said, handing Deathley a letter. He then promptly left the room, along with the make-up artists.

"Is this last-minute fanmail?" Deathley mumbled to herself, opening the letter. The envelope was baby blue and it smelled faintly of petunias. The letter itself was light pink with a small red watermark of a rose on it. The words were written in a violet purple ink.

Dear Ms. McClash,

Thanks to you killing off that little bugger, Juniper Lee, and the way your show's ratings skyrocketed through the roof, I'm going to give you a raise on your paycheck. You will no longer be paid $280; You will be now be paid $360! Swell n' dandy, now is it?

Have fun on your future targets, Death!

Your boss,

EA-Insanity.

Deathley grinned with pleasure and pulled out a plain white envelope with some crème colored paper. She pulled out a pen that writes in red ink and as she began to write on it, a person barged in.

"Your show begins in like 4 minutes, Death. Get ready!"

"OK…" Deathley muttered.

I'll have to write that letter later, she thought to herself in her mind.

She then got dressed. She was wearing a light-gray t-shirt with a white skull with crossbones on it, dark–gray jeans and maroon sneakers. She got up, and left her dressing room. She flew onto stage and faced her audience.

They cheered.

"Hello everybody. It's great to see you all today, very happy and stuff. Yeah, yeah. I'm going to still do the Wheel of Death." Deathley said into the onstage microphone.

The audience cheered once more.

Deathley closed her eyes and got out her jagged knife. She aimed it at the now-spinning wheel. She was still pondering about what it was like being the wheel at this time. Deathley then threw the knife at the wheel.

BAM!

Deathley opened her eyes and stared at the wheel. It had stopped, and Deathley walked over to the wheel to retrieve her knife. She got it and set it down on the nearby table (which was a gift from a local coffee-shop, Café Flight). Deathley looked at the show name in interest.

Kim Possible was the show. Some people thought her show was great. But not to Deathley. Deathley saw Kim a goody-two-shoes perfect girl who saves the world over and over with her sidekick and his talking naked mole rat.

Mutters are heard in the audience…

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to kill Kim Possible," Deathley said with a devilish grin. "And make sure she stays that freakin' way."

Huge claps and cheers fill the studio. Deathley opened the portal and she and her camera crew ran off.

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