Bad Moon Rising, a Kim Possible fanfic by Zombie Boy.
Chapter Four.
"Well I was moving down the road in my V-8 Ford,
I had a shine on my boots and I had my sideburns low,
With my New York brim and my gold tooth display,
nobody gave me trouble 'cause they know I got it made,
I'm bad, I'm nationwide..."
I'm Bad, I'm Nationwide, by ZZ Top.
Evans watched with a dispassionate eye as the door opened and two men in black fatigues entered, dragging a third man in a suit with a black bag over his head between them.
"Sit him down." Evans commanded, nodding at the table in the center of the room with a chair on each side.
"Who is this?" the bagged man shouted as his escorts roughly sat him in the chair. "Don't you know who I am and what I can do to you?"
"Shaddup." the younger of the two men said, punctuating his statement with a smack upside the head.
The prisoner did as he was ordered and the older of the two escorts looked up at Evans. He nodded and the man proceeded to yank the bag off of the prisoners head. The prisoner gasped as the light from the solitary light fixture blinded him for a moment.
Squinting against the light, he looked around as his eyes adjusted, and Evans got his attention by speaking.
"Hello, Director Meyers." he said, pulling the other chair out and sitting down.
Meyers gaped for a moment as he took in Evans uniform, then scowled.
"Sargent, just what the Hell is going on?" he asked. "On who's authority did you have me abducted?"
Evans looked up at the man as he set a stack of manila file folders on the table. "To answer your first question, Director, what is going on is that my associates and I are doing our jobs."
"Your jobs-" Meyers started to say, but Evans cut him off.
""To defend and uphold the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic" Evans quoted the oath that all service members swore on enlisting. "You do remember that oath you swore when you enlisted in the Army, right?"
Meyers gave him an angry look. "Of course I remember." he snapped. "What the hell do you think I've been doing?"
Evans sighed as he flipped open the first folder. "Liquidating citizens who choose to exercise their first amendment rights is not part of the Oath, Director Meyers." he said as if to a petulant child. "Despite what the bureaucrats that you serve think, this is the United States of America, not the Soviet Union or Feudal Europe, and they are not Commissars or nobles." he added as he scanned the first sheet of paper in the folder.
"Just who the hell are you people?" Meyers asked. "A rouge Army unit?"
Evans looked up at the Director of the Monster Control Bureau and gave him a smile that was as dangerous as any werewolf or master level vampires. "We're Gatekeeper." he answered. "We protect the US from all sorts of threats, be they mundane, supernatural, or what have you.
We've been meaning to deal with you guys for a while, but, we've had a lot of irons in the fire- but thanks to your latest batch of idiocy with MHI and that wonderful job you did in Alabama, you got bumped up a few notches. Congratulations."
Meyers gave Evans an irritated look. "We contained that situation." he said.
"No you didn't." Evans countered. "For one thing, that portal that you tried to nuke?"
"What of it?" Meyers asked.
"That nuke went through to the other side and pissed off whatever was on the other side of it." Evans explained. "Luckily, there are people capable of dealing with that particular mess-"
Andrew grimaced as his partner let loose a string of curses in...whatever the Outer Gods called their language and fired a burst from his Dee-AK at a clump of Spineys, the creatures that the entity that inhabited this dimension used as cannon fodder.
The creatures proved to be no match for a weapon forged from Satan's trident, and were blown to cutlets. Brimstone and other unholy smells assaulted his nostrils as the creatures fell back for a moment, and he took this opportunity to shift his grip on his weapon and look out across the alien landscape.
"Oh yeah." he said to himself and clutched his weapon tighter "This is definitely worth a hell of a lot more than our standard fee..."
Then he heard the Saint of Killers Walker that Chris was wielding fire, and then it felt like every atom in his body vibrated as something screamed and died.
"- even though it's going to cost the government an arm and a leg."he finished.
Meyers gave Evans a skeptical look. "And who would they be?" he asked. "The tooth fairy?"
"No. Delta Green. The same people the previous director told to piss off when the Cursed One showed up." Evans shot back. "And in any case, I've got a lot to do today, so why don't we get down to business?"
"What do you want?" Meyers asked.
"To make you an offer, Meyers." Evans said. "You tell us everything you know, and help us thoroughly dismantle your organization, and we wont put a bullet in your head, like we did with Franks." he added as he slid a photo over to the other man.
Meyers looked down and saw that it was indeed Agent Franks, lying in an unzipped body bag, with a very nasty looking exit hole in his face. He swallowed nervously and looked up at Evans.
"What do you want to know?"he asked.
Ron looked ahead at the small dock jutting out from a unnamed Key Island and then back at Shego.
"You sure about this guy?" he asked Shego.
Shego nodded once and stood up so she could get a view of the dock as they approached. "He's cool Ron. Don't worry about it." she reassured him.
"I hope you're right about that." Ron said, sitting down and leaning back to catch the breeze. "I'm just saying this 'cause we're both werewolves at the moment."
Shego chuckled as the Synthodrones began to slow the boat. "Trust me on this Ron, a seven foot plus green and black werewolf ain't nothing to what this guy has seen running around in the Everglades." she said and glanced over to see that Ron had his mouth open and was panting, his tongue lolling out. "What's the matter, you hot?" she asked.
"I'm used to the Rocky Mountains, Shego." Ron told her. "That, and I'm covered in a fur coat, so yeah, I'm a little hot."
"You could always transform back." Shego pointed out.
Ron scowled as best he could with a wolf's features. "And have you ogling me? Forget it."
Shego snapped her fingers. "Damn, and here I was hoping to see how long it was..." she said as they eased up to the dock.
Ron gave her another dirty look as Tweedledee gave the boat one last burst of power and it bumped against the tires hanging off the side of the dock. Tweedledum hopped out with a line and proceeded to tie the boat up.
As the Synthodrones did that, a screen door banged open on the shack that was at the far end of the dock and a man in a Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts, and a straw hat stepped out.
"That you Shego?" the man hollered as he began to stroll his multinationally dressed self down to the boat.
"Yeah, Dave, it's me." Shego called back.
"You okay?" the man asked as he drew near. "Your voice is a little rough."
"Actually, it's a bit more complicated than that." Shego said as she clambered out of the boat in front of Dave.
Shego's description of Dave was true to her word, for his reaction at seeing a green and black, seven foot plus tall, werewolf was to arch his eyebrows and whistle.
"Well now..." the man said as he looked her up and down. "I imagine there's a story as to why you look the way you do." he said.
Shego nodded. "Yeah. A long one." she said.
"I can't wait to hear it." Dave said. "You alone, other than those two?" he asked, nodding at the Synthodrones.
"I've got company."Shego answered, and waved at the boat. "Come on out, Ron." she called back at the boat.
That surprised her friend. "No blue man?" he asked.
Shego growled at the mention of her former employer. "I quit." she said evenly.
"Hm." was Dave's response. "I can't wait for this story..." he added.
"It's a whopper." Shego said as Ron clambered out of the boat. "By the way, you got any clothes we can borrow? Ours kinda got blown up."
Dave shrugged. "I think I can dig something up." he said.
Drakken stretched and scratched at an itchy spot on his lower back as he came into the lab from his living quarters.
"Everything, on." he said aloud to the room, putting an emphasis on the last word so the voice control system would recognize it- it was one of the bugs he'd been meaning to work out, but had never seemed to find the time.
Sipping his coffee, he sat down in his chair and called up the monitors for the cloning tank. As he'd deduced from when he'd last looked at them, the clone had finished maturing overnight and the memory implantation had been successful as well.
The memories in question of course, being the late Miss Possible's muscle memory and speech, along with vocabulary and anything else related to walking and communicating. He wasn't terminally stupid- Drakken knew that if he had done a full memory implantation, all he would have done was recreate Kim Possible and then he'd have to kill her all over again.
In place of that, what he had did was mess around with her brain chemistry and grow certain clusters of the brain in a certain way, functionally a sociopath with absolutely no fear- and complete and total loyalty to him, and him only.
Drakken had also worked on the clones muscle tone while she was growing, making it denser and thus her stronger. This way she'd be able to fight better than the original, plus he wouldn't have to put her through a physical therapy routine when he decanted her.
"And speaking of which..." Drakken said, interrupting his internal monologue, "I think it's time I woke you up, don't you think?"
Drakken then entered a few commands into the computer, and then lights began to flash on the tank as a warning buzzer sounded. In the tank, the clone twitched and convulsed a few times, then it's eyes opened and she looked around.
"Good morning, Sleepyhead." Drakken said, switching on the intercom. "You ready to come out into the world?"
In the tank, the clone blinked a couple of times and looked at him as she puzzled over the question for a moment. Then she nodded.
"Good." Drakken said, and began to enter more commands. "In a second, the tank is going to drain. You're going to be wobbly on your feet for a few minutes, but that'll pass as your brain gets used to keeping you standing.
You're also going to want to cough up all that fluid in your lungs too. Having nearly drowned on the beach once, let me tell you, it's much less fun than it sounds."
The clone gave him a puzzled look, and was about to say something when air began to bubble up through the floor of the tank as it drained. She looked around wildly for a moment, then braced herself against the walls of the tank as she lost buoyancy from the reducing volume of fluid in the tank.
When it drain past her head, the clone reflexively tried to breathe in, and started coughing up fluid instead. By the time the level had reached her knees, she was done and starting to stand shakily on her feet.
As the last of the fluid had swirled out through the drain, there was another buzzing noise followed by a series of loud clicks. The clone looked around her as the walls of the tank shook, and then began to swing up and away.
Bracing herself against the back of the tank, Kim looked around at the lab as the front swung up and away from the tank proper. Shivering in the air conditioning, she looked down at the lab floor, and very carefully put her right foot out onto it.
She twitched when her foot contacted the cool tile floor of the lab, and after a moment's hesitation, shifted her weight onto it and let go of the back of the tank as she stepped out.
That was her plan, anyways. Unfortunately, her nervous system hadn't worked out the whole "walking" thing and her left leg twitched as some neurons misfired, and she collapsed to the floor.
"Careful of the first step, it's a doozy." Drakken said as he came into the cloning part of the lab, cup of coffee in one hand, a robe in the other. "You okay?"
The clone thought for a second before she spoke. "Y-yeth." she said, her still semi scrambled nervous system slurring her words.
"Good." Drakken said, and set his cup down on a nearby table. "Okay, give me your hand. I'll help you up and we can get a robe on you before you catch cold."
The clone nodded jerkily and held out her hand. Drakken hauled her to her feet, and by using a process of her leaning on him and various bits of lab equipment, got the robe on her and tied. The process also helped her nervous system sort itself out, and she was able to stand by the time they were done, albeit shakily.
"There. Much better." Drakken said, picking up his coffee. "Now, lets get you to a shower so you can get that crap off of you before it starts to set. Stinks like hell if you don't."
"And so, that's how it all happened." Shego said, finishing her recounting of how she and Ron go in their current predicament.
Dave whistled and leaned back in his chair. "Wow." was all that he could say. "That is one hell of a good story, Shego." he said.
"Well, don't tell anyone about it." Shego told him.
Dave chuckled and took a pull on his beer. "Hey, who'd believe me?" he asked. "And for another thing, you know I'd never spill your secrets, Shego."
"I know, I know." Shego said with a sigh and took a pull at her own beer. "It's just that the whole ordeal has made me a little paranoid- or more than usual." she said, adding the last part after her friend gave her a look.
Dave nodded and swirled the contents of his beer bottle around. "Still, not a bad idea, especially after what you told me about Drakken."
Shego humphed at the mention of her former employer. "I'm still trying to figure out why he didn't just kill me in the beginning though." she said. "It would have saved him from destroying that base."
"You said he asked you if you were still working for him, right?" Dave asked. Shego nodded. "He didn't want to kill someone who might still be loyal to him."
"Oh." Shego said after thinking about it for a moment. "You know, that makes sense- or as much as anything ever makes sense with him."
"So." Dave began. "Now that you've quit working for him, what do you need?"
Shego cleared her throat before she spoke. "Cash, for starters. I need to raid that suit case I left with you a couple of years ago." she began. "I also need you to get clothes for Ron and I on the main land, and then we need transportation, along with all of the necessary documentation to do that."
Dave nodded and finished off his beer. "I can do that." he said. "I'm gonna need you guy's sizes, as well as your -ahem- measurements." he added, pointing his beer bottle at where Shego's rather ample and unrestrained assets were straining her shirt.
Shego glanced down at her self and arched an eyebrow. "Don't want to do it yourself?" she asked.
"I prefer blonds, you know that." Dave said as he got up out of his chair. "And speaking of blonds, where's your friend?"
Shego shrugged. "Out moping on the back deck, I think." she said. "I have the Synthodrones watching him."
"Good." Dave said as he headed for the fridge. "That poor kid's been through a lot."
"That's true." Shego agreed and finished her beer. "Hey, could you get me one too?"
"Sure." Dave said as he got out two more bottles. "And you going soft on me? 'Cause I distinctly heard you just show compassion for another human being."
Shego flipped Dave the bird as she took a beer from him. "He's like a puppy, almost." she said, popping the cap on her bottle. "And he's a decent enough kid, once you look past the part where he's the redhead's side kick." she added. "And what's it to you, anyways?"
"You're my friend, Shego." Dave said as he sat back down. "And I'm just trying to look out for you. I was kinda worried after you and Hunk broke up that maybe you had given up on even trying to be a semi social human being."
"Hey, Hunk and I were doomed from the start and you know it." Shego told him. "He'd GM, and I'm a Blue Oval Girl."
"And lets not forget the only language you share is English." Dave added.
"That too." Shego said before taking a pull on her beer.
Dave nodded as he pondered something. "Hey," he asked. "You hungry?"
"Yeah." Shego said.
"Good. Because I'm gonna make dinner." Dave said as he got to his feet. "Why don't you go and bring your friend something to drink? He probably needs one."
"He's underage, Dave." Shego pointed out.
"And I used to buy you and your friends beer." Dave countered.
"I'm going, I'm going..." Shego said as she got up.
The moon hung fat and golden over the Florida Keys, a slight shadow on one edge showing that it was just starting to wane. Still, it was full enough for it to paint the landscape with a whitish light. And on the back porch sat a now human Ron Stoppable. Off in the distance he could hear the surf with a weird suck and slap sound. A part of him wondered what was causing that noise, and tried not to think about how he and Kim had spent plenty of nights staring up at the stars...
Ron winced and shook his head.
"Shoulda stayed transformed... made things easier." Ron muttered to himself.
"Yeah, but none of Dave's old clothes would have fit you."
Ron twitched and turned around to see Shego standing in the back door, an old, faded, Airwolf shirt draped over her like a tent with a bottle of beer in each hand.
"Not to mention having sweat glands you tend to stay a lot cooler." Shego added and extended a beer bottle laden hand to him "Here, have a drink."
It took Ron a second to process the last part of what she had said. "Uh, I'm underage." he pointed out.
Shego nodded. "Yeah, and nobody around here cares, Ron." Shego countered. "If anyone around here needs a drink, it's you. Besides, we've got bigger things to worry about than a teenage having his first beer."
Glumly, Ron realized that she was right and took the offered beverage. As Shego sat down next to him he looked at the metal cap on the bottle with a concerned look on his face.
"Uh, you got a bottle opener?" he asked.
"It's a twist off cap." Shego pointed out, twisting the cap off of her own beer for emphasis.
Ron twisted the cap off the bottle and hesitated for a second before putting it to his lips and taking a cautious swig. Ron's eyes widened as his taste buds registered the malty taste of the beer and felt the tingle of the carbonation on his tongue.
Shego was watching all of this with an amused expression on her face. "So, what do you think?" she asked.
Ron gave his bottle a long look before he spoke. "It's... interesting." he said. "The taste isn't at all like I was expecting."
Shego nodded as she took a swig of her own beer. "Yeah. Normally, I'm a wine girl, but beggars cant be choosers, so..." she said, punctuating her sentence with a shrug.
"Mmm." Ron grunted in acknowledgment as he listened to the sounds carried on the sea breeze.
Shego leaned back and took in the night landscape that was the Everglades at night for a few moments before she spoke again.
"You holding together?" she asked.
"I'm trying to." Ron answered, and took a larger swig of his beer. "It's hard."
"It always is." Shego commented, her mind briefly flicking back to the times that she had lost people important to her. "Anyways, enough of this melancholy crap. Dave's gonna be going to the mainland tomorrow to get us some clothes and other things. You need anything?"
Ron, startled out of his melancholy by Shego's abrupt ninety degree change in topics, quickly racked his brain and shook his head. "No." he said. "I really don't need anything, except maybe a phone card. I'd like to call my parents and Wade, let them I'm alive and not shot to death in a ditch somewhere."
Shego nodded, then sat bolt upright as realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "Crap!" she swore.
"What?" Ron asked, confused by her out burst.
"My gun was on the island. It's gone now..." Shego explained. "fuuuuck..."
Ron gave the green woman an odd look. "You have a gun?" he asked. "Why?"
"I had a gun, until some blue motherfucker blew it up." Shego corrected him. "And the why is it was backup in case someone took out my powers, I'd have a nasty surprise for them." she added. "It was a nice one too, a Colt Commander with a full custom combat carry job by McAllister Custom Arms."
"How did a criminal like you get a handgun?" Ron asked. "You've got a record a mile long."
Shego gave Ron a knowing smile and took a drink from her beer. "Yeah, but Sheena Goizargi doesn't." she said. "That, and this was before I went bad."
"Oh." Ron said. "So what was so great about this McAllister Custom Arms place?"
"Oh, they're some of the best gunsmiths on the planet." Shego explained. "It's a bunch of mountain boys in backwoods Tennessee that have been doing this since before the American Revolution. They got a waiting list a mile long." she continued. "Only way I was able to get my gun done was because I slept with the smith who did the work."
Ron nearly choked on his beer when Shego said that. "Y-you slept with him?" he asked, incredulous.
Shego nodded. "Yeah, he had this, mopey, quiet, loner thing going. I like guys like that..." she said, then gave Ron a studious look. "And now that I think about it, you're kind of a loner too..."
Ron saw the look in her eye and began to scoot away from Shego. "Hey, hey, hey, Shego, ah, no offense, but, ah, nows not really a good time-"
Shego gave Ron a grin that was both malicious and lascivious. "Oh, c'mon," she said, advancing on the now very flustered teen "It'd make a great distraction, and it's a lot of fun too..." she purred, shifting her body as she slunk towards him so her shirt began to ride up...
"Ahem."
Shego stopped and a scowl came over her face as Dave cleared his throat from inside the doorway. "Yes, Dave?" she asked, throttling her temper.
"Ah, normally I wouldn't cockblock you Shego, but there's something that I think that you two should see on the TV." Dave said.
Shego gave an exasperated sigh and hung her head for a moment before looking back up at Ron. "Lets go." she said, and sprang to her feet. "Don't forget your beer."
Ron watched as Shego and Dave walked back into the house and then at his beer. Shrugging, he chugged it down and wiped his mouth off.
"Well, that got my mind off my problem.." he muttered as he clambered to his feet.
With a metallic squeak, the clone turned the water off in the shower and the steady hissing patter of the shower head was cut off and replaced by the steady patter of water droplets cascading off of a human body.
Sliding the door open, the clone leaned against the wall for support as she stepped out of the shower. She shivered slightly as the relatively cooler air of the bathroom replaced the humid air of the shower stall.
Grabbing at towel, the clone then jerkily dried herself off before donning a fresh bathrobe and wrapping another towel around her head.
When she exited the bathroom, she found Drakken in the waiting area beyond, sitting at a table,drinking a cup of coffee and chuckling over something he was reading on what looked like a PDA. He looked up when the bathroom door opened.
"Cold?" he asked, eying the towel wrapped around the clone's head.
The clone nodded and pointed at the device he was holding. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"This?" Drakken asked, holding up the device for emphasis. "Oh, nothing important. An old college buddy of mine just got a surprise I sent him." he explained as the clone nodded and walked up to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. "You hungry?"
The clone thought for a moment, analyzing her current condition and nodded, once. "Yes." she said. "I am."
Drakken switched the device off and stood up. "Well, for your first meal, you're getting something simple and sweet." he told her. "Hope you like fruit."
"I have never had fruit, so I have no like or dislike of it." the clone answered, watching as Drakken headed for a small refrigerator.
Drakken laughed at her response. "Oh boy, I like you a lot better than I ever did your predecessor."
"My predecessor?" the clone asked, curious. "Why did you dislike her?"
"Because she was everything you're not." Drakken explained as he took a medium sized bowl of fruit from the fridge. "She was a cheerleader, a hero, a general pain in my ass..."
"I see..." the clone said, the paused as a thought struck her. "Who am I?" she asked.
"That, is a very good question." Drakken said, grabbing a bottle of water before kicking the door shut with his foot. "First, you're her clone." he began as he came back to the table and sat down. "Here, I'll explain while you eat." he said, sliding the fruit and water over to her.
Drakken waited until she had dug into her meal before beginning again. 'First of all, as I said, you're a clone of her. Second, you're not a complete clone, either. All I took from her was muscle memory and vocabulary. Everything else is custom.
Third, you have free will, but with some limiters on it. There are certain actions that you cannot do."
The clone took a swig of water and swallowed. "Like betray you." she pointed out.
"Exactly." Drakken confirmed. "I also made your cognitive abilities much more logic based than what hers were.
Biologically, you're mature compared to her. Kim was a girl in her late teens, you're about early twenties. You're also missing a couple of things, mainly a uterus. There's no need for you to breed, after all."
"Not when you can clone me at will." the clone pointed out.
Drakken nodded. " I also upgraded your muscle tone and bone structure as well, not to mention I took care of a lot recessive traits you're predecessor had."
"Such as?" the clone asked.
"Astigmatism, for one." Drakken explained. "You're also much less sensitive to UV radiation than Kim was."
"Huh." the clone said, her eyes unfocused for a moment as a thought occurred to her.
"What?" Drakken asked when he saw her face go blank "What is it?"
"You keep referring to Kim." the clone said. "What's my name?" she asked.
Drakken blinked, stunned, as he realized that he hadn't given any thought as to what he was going to call his clone. After a moments thoughts, he snapped his fingers when hit on an idea.
"Sicarius." he said. "Latin, for assassin."
"Sicarius..." the clone said, rolling it around on her tongue and getting a feel for it. "Sicarius..."
"You're the assassin of everything that Kim Possible was." Drakken suggested. "Or, you will be."
The clone nodded in agreement. "And a last name?" she asked.
"Magis." was Drakken's reply. "Possible in Latin." he explained "A fitting name, don't you think."
Sicarius nodded her assent once again. "Yes, it is." she said. "I'm Sicarius Magis."
Drakken held out his hand to Sicarius. "Nice to meet you, Sicarius." he said.
"Likewise." Sicarius said as she took his hand.
Inside Dave's kitchen, Ron found him and Shego standing in front of the TV, which was showing news stories that he had remembered being mentioned on some of the blogs that he followed semi regularly.
"What's up?" he asked. "I've already heard about this stuff."
"Hold on." Dave said. "They're just recapping the current stories. They'll be getting back to the top story in a second-"
"Ssh!" Shego said as the words 'breaking news' came over the anchors shoulder.
"And now back to our breaking news. The disappearance of teen hero Kim Possible has came to a gruesome end. Reports out of her home town of Middleton Colorado state that her father received her severed head via Fedex. However, we must stress that these reports are unconfirmed at this time, and that this situation is still developing at this time."
Shego's jaw dropped open as the talking head droned on. "Holy shit..." she said in shock.
"He's alive."
Shego jumped slightly when Ron spoke. Turning to face him, her shock deepened when she saw the look on his face.
Completely and totally serious.
"Drakken's still alive." Ron said, again in the same quiet tone. "He survived, and sent Kim's severed head to her mother."
"Y-yeah..." Shego said, unnerved to see the normally very emotional Ron Stoppable calm and collected. It was like standing next to a live thermonuclear weapon. "S-so-"
Ron looked her in the eyes. "And so I'm going to kill him."
Shego took a step back when she got a look in his eyes, for there wasn't anger, or madness, or hate in them, but complete and total certainty. He wanted to nothing more than to rip Drakken into very small pieces.
And she was perfectly alright with that.
"We both will." Shego said.
"Agreed."
End.