Chapter 2

Mile High Club

A few hours had passed since Kim fought the nameless male, but the look in his eyes was still fresh in her mind. Kim tried falling asleep for a while, reading a book, and even writing to take her mind off of things, but her nerves were still tense. It was the first time that she had ever killed someone. And it wasn't something that she could just walk off. She pondered who the man could've been, but even more, what villain mastermind was his boss.

Just as Kim finally became relaxed enough to begin to drift off, the pilot came out from the cock pit, "How're you holding up?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm better." She smiled.

"If you don't mind me asking, but what's got you so worked up?"

"Well… have you ever done something that you didn't mean to do, but in the end, after you did it, you couldn't take it back?" she asked.

Slightly perplexed, the pilot tried his best to answer the question, "I personally think that we all do things that we don't really want to do. Some things are inevitable." He smiled, hoping he helped. The pilot stood back up, his head turning to the side. A sound in the cock pit catching his attention. "I'll be right back." The pilot quickly walked away, peeking his head into the cockpit.

"Is everything okay?" Kim asked, as she walked over to him.

"I'm not sure." He replied, staring at a radar screen. He grabbed his headphones and put them on. "There's an unidentified flying object coming up behind us. It's moving pretty fast." He said in a concerned voice. All of a sudden there was a loud thud that shook the plane.

"What was that?" Kim asked.

"I don't know, it sounded like it came from the back." He replied with his eyes fixed on a door in the far end of the jet. Just as he began walking down aisle, the plane shook again, almost as if something became detached. "Stay there…" he ordered Kim. The pilot reached the end of the aisle and placed his hand on the door handle, slowly turning it. He opened it cautiously, peeking in through the small gap, until the door was finally open. "I'm gonna take a look and make sure that everything's okay…" The pilot closed the door behind him.

It almost seemed like forever since the pilot went to check on the odd sound. Kim looked into the cockpit, checking the different screens and gauges. All appeared to read normal, while on autopilot. Growing concerned, Kim paced around, until she finally walked past her seat. The jet seemed eerily quiet as she threaded lightly over to the door at the end of the jet. Suddenly the door shot open and the pilot staggered out. His bloody hands felt around the walls and seats.

Kim ran over to him, taking his arm over her shoulder, when he turned his head, looking at her with his eyeless sockets. The pilot attempted to mutter something, but could only gurgle incoherent babble, as his tongue had been cut or pulled out. Kim sat him down and tried to understand what he was saying, until he finally fell silent, dead. Kim fell on her butt, in shock, and trying to remain calm, when she heard the door at the end of the plane creek.

"Who's back there!" she asked, jumping to her feet, but no one responded. Kim looked around, almost hoping for there to be other people in the jet to help her, but it was just her and whoever was behind that door. Reluctantly, she started walking over to it, keeping her guard up, and taking a deep breath. She clutched the door handle and turned it. Her hand became wet with blood and she wiped it on her pants. The room was poorly lit. Kim could only see a few blinking lights in the back, most likely computers that monitored and regulated the jet.

"I don't have all day." A female voice called out. A young girl, about Kim's age, stepped out from behind the shadows. Her hair was black and her face was pale as the moon

"Shego?" Kim gasped.

"Don't mistake me for that third rate lackey." The girl replied in an offended tone. "My name is Raven." She smiled. "And since you're here and I am too, that can only mean that you killed… oh, what was his name… oh, yeah, Lorne. I told the boss that Lorne was gonna fuck up, but at least you got a little work out."

"Who are you people?" Kim asked.

"You think that I'm just gonna tell you? What do you take me for? Some disposable goon? How about I make a deal with you, if you beat me, I'll tell you, but if you lose, well… you can beg for your life, like I made Drakken… although, I might keep you alive for a few minutes, I have a thing for cute redheads." She smiled sinisterly.

"Do we really have to fight?" Kim sighed, but quickly raised an eyebrow, responding a bit slow to a comment, "Wait, what do you mean by 'you have a thing for redheads'? And do you really think I'm cute?" Kim smiled.

Raven ran at blinding speed, quickly hitting Kim with an open palm attack in the stomach, pushing her into a few of the empty seats. Kim slowly recovered, dazed, and briefly confused. Her midsection hurting intensely, all the while Raven mockingly laughed at her. Kim stood back up, gritting her teeth in pain, and examined the interior of the jet. Taking into consideration that she hold back some, so as to not damage the aircraft and decompress it. Raven reached into a small utility pack around her waist and pulled out a set of brass knuckles. The dark haired girl made a fist, holding them tightly, and paused for a second. One of her hands moved over to one of her ears.

"Well, it seems that I got to end this quick. My boss isn't very patient. I got four minutes to kill you and jump the plane, seeing as how he's already fired two missiles at us, but I can't blame him, he really doesn't like you." Raven laughed. Not wasting a second more, Raven darted towards Kim, swinging her fists, but Kim dodged them, flipping backwards, landing gracefully. Kim saw a brief opening, as Ravens let her guard down, acting promptly; Kim kicked her across the side of the head. The dark haired girl let out a muffled cry, as she staggered, and fell to one knee.

Kim quickly whipped out her communicator and pressed a few buttons, bringing up real-time radar. The screen blipped, as two small dots appeared, both getting closer and closer by the second. Kim looked past Raven, and towards the end of the jet, wondering if there were any parachutes tucked away somewhere. Kim ran at Raven, as she slowly recovered, and began to strike her feverishly. The dark haired girls agonizing moans echoed throughout the jet as Kim wore her down. Finding a break in Kim's attacks. Raven performed a sweep kick, knocking Kim off balance. She then pinned her down on the ground.

"Stop struggling…" Raven growled, as she wrapped her hands around Kim's throat. Her hands slowly tightening, applying intense pressure, and nearly causing Kim to lose consciousness. Kim grabbed both of Ravens wrists, attempting to pry them off, but finding it difficult as her vision began to blur.

"I need to get her off of me…" Kim thought, as she watched Raven lean in closer, catching a whiff of a faint rose-like perfume. Acting out of desperation, Kim grabbed hold of Ravens long hair, and pulled hard. The female screamed in pain, as a few bones in her neck cracked with the involuntary action. Kim let go of Ravens hair, and with both of her hands, grabbed the girls face. She pressed the ends of her thumbs into her eyes, until finally, Raven released her. Kim pushed her off and grabbed a piece of a chair that she had smashed into and swung it. The chair gave off a loud "thunk" as it bounced off of Ravens face. Kim gasped for air, slightly wheezing, until she looked at her communicator and realized that the missiles were less than a minute away.

Kim jumped over the stunned Raven, and ran down the narrow aisle. She ran down the short staircase, into the back area, and looked around frantically. Finally, she caught an open locker in the corner of her eye. Kim opened it and found one parachute. She tossed it on and walked over to a small door.

"KIM!" Raven shouted angrily. "Come back here you bitch! I'm not done with you!" Ravens head peeked out, looking down into the room. All she could see was Kim holding the emergency latch handle.

"I'd love to finish this another time, but I gotta jet." Kim quipped. She pulled on the latch and the door flew out violently. Kim grabbed hold of her supports and jumped. The wind pulled her back and she could clearly see the jet getting smaller and smaller, until finally, a pair of missiles struck the jet. It exploded into pieces, sending flaming debris everywhere. Kim looked down, and immediately began to recognize a few landmarks. Deploying her parachute, Kim jerked up, and slowly began to descend down to earth.