Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible all belongs to Disney. This story is just for my enjoyment of writing.
Turning Lemons Into Lemonade
By Imyoshi
~ Foreign Delight ~
The silence hurt.
The absence of random remarks and questioning decisions had quickly become aware for the hero girl, as she crawled through the museum air vents. Her sense of hearing only picking up the small thuds her knees made, quickly filled her heart with grieve and her veins with dread. Never would Kim have thought that she would actually miss Ron's ranting. Hmph, it's a 'you never know what you have until it's gone' type of sitch. And damn did it leave its mark.
All that extra adrenaline already wore off and her inner voice returned. Ok, so maybe running off to a mission right now was not a good idea. And maybe not going with any backup just worsen the sitch. And probably having a lack of sleep and nutrients did not help either. But oh well. Now Kim was stuck going through these air vents way underprepared and not in the best of mission conditions.
Maybe if she was lucky the villain would be a small time crook. Then again – Her luck hasn't been the best in past month. And for all she knew, it was Drakken robbing the place, with Shego a girly scream away from saving his blue butt. And Kim knew the green villain this time would have her flat on her back in seconds.
The thought made her shiver, making her wish for someone to say something light hearted, to brighten up her mood, but no, not her family, not her friends, and not even Ron. Nobody was here to make her feel better, and that loneliness hurt.
A lot.
So much in fact, the girl didn't know how to cope. Never in Kim's life had she ever felt so alone, to experience the feeling of abandonment, even if it only came from one individual. One blond haired, freckled face, never be normal individual. And the unused feeling had a direct hold on her dull senses, her unstable emotions, her withering confidence, and even her heart.
Her heart, it hurt so much. The pain grew more intense each day; the longer Ron was not by her side. Why she felt like this, she understood to a degree, but even Kim didn't expect it to hurt this much. To not have Ron by her side destroyed her. And she just realized it. But one thing still lingered in her thoughts – why? Why did it hurt this much? Why was the pain almost unbearable?
Why?
Absorbed deeply in her thoughts, Kim barely heard the hush whispering coming from the art room below the. Small bits of chatter made itself known, and Kim wondered who could be in the museum at this time of night. But in no time her eyes focused. She found the thieves! Mission mode time! Shaking her head, she narrowed her eyes through the small opening, to get a better look at the villains' profiles. Kim sighed, luckily for her; the two guys dressed in black seemed to be small time criminals. Nothing about them screamed big time villains. Phew, no big.
Finding some of her confidence back, she humbly awaited for treacherous duo to walk closer beneath the air vents. Small time criminals or not, why take the chance for direct confrontation? It would be a lot easier to just sneak attack them and save herself the effort. Besides, there are no rules on to how to be a hero. If she wanted to sneak attack them, then damn Kim Possible was going to sneak attack them!
Slowly opening the air passage lid, she shifted her position, leaning forward above the two, enough to drop on them, but not enough for them to notice her presence. At least not until it was too late of course. Holding her breath, the random nobodies passed directly below her, talking about some latest news trends or whatever, and paying no attention to their surroundings – Perfect.
With some new confidence again, Kim jumped out the vents, tongue out of course, landing on the two scandals with ease. They hit the floor hard, echoing off a grunt and thud sound throughout the museum. Beaten and unconscious, the teen hero smirked – mission complete. And to think, she was worried over noth–
"Well I'll be honest little bugger, I expected better."
The hero turned to see a rather young lean looking man standing behind her looking all too pleased. Sporting a dark blue sweater, a red hue scarf, and a pair of silk white pants, the guy stood there with a cane in his hand that had a small red diamond on the end of it. His hair was a mid-light brown, there was a patch of stumble below his lips, and those glasses look gave off a menacing glare somehow. And that smile, oh that smile screamed out evil! She could tell this guy was British right off the bat too, I mean who calls someone little bugger?
"And who are you suppose to be," asked Kim in a demanding way, as she took a battle stance. She mentally cursed herself for forgetting a common Hero 101 lesson.
Never forget that's there's always a chance of a second party. Damn it, how could she have been so foolish? It was a trap-trap!
The British dude smiled innocently, twisting his cane in his fingers, "My name is Austin. Austin Young. It's a pleasure to me you love."
Kim rolled her eyes, "Hmph, cliché much," she heroically mocked.
Austin began to walk forward to her in a calm way, "Ha that's bloody rich coming from the lass, who claims she could do anything," Kim balled up her fist, counter mock move successful!
"So why are you here, hmm? Trying to steal some decent art for 'thou' collection?" The hero girl faked a modest English tone, but the villain didn't seem phased, not one bit.
Being polite and whatnot, the British dude pouted his lip, thinking or fake thinking, it really didn't matter. Twisting his cane before hiding it behind his back in a playful manner, "Sorry bugger, but I'm not here for any of this of what you call art, nope. I've come for something much bigger."
Tired of this cat and mouse game, Kim dashed at the man, ready to take him down. "Whatever it is it doesn't matter you're going down!"
He smirked, twisting his cane in calm like fashion, "Bring it on lassy, I do hope all my trouble weren't for waste." Fixing his glasses, the British villain man dashed head on for Kim, dancing with a step as he did, the cane in his hand held as loosely as ever.
Lunging forward Kim tried a quick roundhouse kick for the man's jaw, but the timing was slightly off and the dude purposely dropped to floor, back first. Evading her attack, Kim stumbled a few feet, giving him enough time to elegantly hopped back up and strike her on the side with a swift hit of his cane.
Grunting in pain, she grabbed her side falling a few feet behind, her steps not to light. Fighting through the pain, Kim turned to see the gent leaning forward, applying all his weight on his cane, smirking lazily. Glaring, she recharged at the man, ready to pounce. The calm guy playfully yawned before quickly throwing his cane up in the air, staring at is as he did.
The hero looked up to see his cane spinning right before a searing pain enveloped in her stomach. In a moment's distraction, he had tricked her, giving himself enough of an opening for a quick swift kick to the stomach. Damn it, how could she forgot more common hero sense?!
Being hit back with a tremendous amount of force, the air quickly left her lungs, before she tumbled through a couple of feet across the floor. Kim laid there for only a moment, before getting up slowly, coughing in pain. The British gent whistled mockingly, catching his cane on the way down. Kim glared, ok so this guy knew how to fight – well. And he could distract you during a fight, so majorly not good.
Ignoring her instincts to run away, Kim once again charged at the man, gritting her teeth. The interesting villain threw his cane up back in the air, to distract her. Not this time! Kim blocked out the cane and continued to lunge forward, aiming for a few focused fists towards his chest. The dude danced around her dodging her. Finally the girl got tired of this and jumped towards him, ready to grabbed hold of him. But then, the cane landed back on his grip and the hero girl was still airborne.
Her eyes shot out and the calm gent whacked her clear on the face. Kim flew through the air, striking the floor hard. Having by instinct covered her face from any real damage, but the lash hurt like hell, a everlasting pain scorched through her arm.
"Just because you don't get distracted by the cane, doesn't me you should forget about it," warned Austin, laughing as he did. The laugh angered Kim and the dude fixed his glassed once again, smirking through the shine emitting from them.
"Honestly my little ducky, I expected better. This fight hasn't been all that fun," before Kim could rebuttal, the dude continued, "But wait a tick, it probably isn't entirely your fault. I mean...I can see those bags under your eyes."
Kim reflexively bawled her fist. It was true; she did have bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep, ever since the nightmares decided to work her mind on overtime. And maybe skipping breakfast every morning didn't help either. In all she was not fighting in her prime, but it was all too late now. She probably could've taken this guy if she wasn't so screwed up right now. Darn it, she regretted not letting Global Justice take care of this mission.
Still, Kim couldn't let this man have the upper hand.
The auburn girl pointed at him, breathing tiredly, "You just wait, there's going to be prison cell with your name on it. And I'll be the one taking you there!"
The warning did nothing to Austin's happy face. He leaned on his cane, resting his head on the top, "Aw really love? I like to see you try."
Not wanting to just head straight on again especially with that cane of his, Kim looked around for a weapon to even the playing field. All she saw were some priceless art, irreplaceable statues, and a trash can, eww gross. But finally her eyes rested on the flag above her head. The hero girl smirked, they did it once, and they could do it again.
Grabbing her grappling hairdryer gun from her pocket, she aimed for the hilt of the flag, quickly pulling it down onto her hands. The gent raised an eyebrow through his glasses for seeing the girl carry the red, white, and blue symbol of freedom in her hand. He smirked, how bloody ironic.
Kim charged right for him, the flag swaying in her hands so slightly. Austin slyly yawned; the girl obviously did not use weapons. Her posture was off, her feet dragged across the floor; she didn't even twist the flag once. Where's the honor! Oh well, it just made things that much easier for him.
Smirking at her sloppiness, Kim dashed forward throwing the flag to her side, as she prepared to attack. Blimey she had so many openings. But never mind that. Fixing his posture from his staff, the opposing villain twisted his cane in a calm but oppressed spin. Kim brought the flag down in a rapid movement, right for his head.
And then it all happened.
In a blur of time, the gent's glasses fell a bit on his nose to reveal his cold dark blue eyes, right before his spin stopped and he punctured right through Kim's weapon and aiming right for her exposed stomach. Her weapon snapped in half in her hands as the cold immeasurable pain vibrated through her entire body. She groaned as a small trickle of blood seethed through her gritted teeth and the flag falling out her hands.
A loud metal thud sound echoed through the room as both of them stood there motionless. The British villain's cane rested on her stomach and Kim remained upright all silent. Seconds pass and Austin removed his cane no longer holding it in a battle position. He tightened his scarf, fixed his glass, and left Kim still standing.
"Excuse me lass, I'll be back in a tic."
Walking away, Kim's legs failed to move a few feet before falling to her knees and fighting the battle against unconsciousness, but her eyes began to dull out and her sight blurred. She could barely knee upright for more than a second, when finally dark bliss enveloped her vision.
Austin barely made it to his unconscious men to hear a soft thud echoing in the background. He grinned a passable smile when searching them. And finally found what item he was looking for, a list. A simple list with a few names crossed off and right beneath the previous one was Kimberly Ann Possible. Smirking, he folded the list into his pocket before kicking his men.
"Oy, get up you blasted oaths and go carry my new trophy."
The two men grumbled from the rude awakening from their boss. One of them managed to get up to see the fallen hero behind Austin. His eyes didn't believe it!
"Boss you beat her?" He asked so disbelieving.
The British man smirked, playing with his trusty cane in his hands, "Of course, what else did you expect?"
The man shrugged, "Well I don't know it's just that she's...she!"
His boss laughed, walking to another art room, "Come on my little ducky, you and I both know that a good hunter never loses."
Author Notes: So this is my first attempt to making an OC and just remember one thing Kimberly had no sleep and was not eating well either.
Yes I was an Austin Powers fan, I'm a very big fan!
It's really hard to write a different accent so tell me how I did, I would gladly appreciate it. And I dare someone to flame me for I have yet received a hurtful flame and I feel like I could never become better at this if no one criticizes me. Besides I've taken art classes so don't think I'm going to go be crying off in a corner if you do.