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The Sensation,... The Blood Samples,... The Pint Sized Demoness,... A Talk With Mrs. Dr. P
Kim stared at the alarm clock that had woke her up just a few minutes ago. She felt strange. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but something was different than usual. It was a very minor difference from the way she normally felt, but it was definitely there. It would have been missed it if not for the way she was carefully analyzing in detail the way she was feeling lately. Her highly intelligent mind tried to understand it and came up empty. It was different. No explanation for the difference came to her. Nor could she tell just what it meant. Failing to understand it she tried to recall other times she'd felt this way. Her eyes widened a little as she recalled one other time. She began to chew on her lower lip. The time that Paul Tridon had asked her out. This was how she had felt then.
She laid back on her bed and tried to concentrate. Had she felt like this the time she'd cheated? She couldn't decide. Too many other emotions such as guilt had been assaulting her at the time. She turned her attention to Bonnie's boyfriend. She thought maybe she had felt like this then. It was hard to tell. The sensation was so minor but looking back she thought maybe she had. Her memory was excellent and she often found she could recall past events with great detail. She considered the time she'd kissed Bonnie. Had the sensation been there then? She focused on the event and decided she couldn't tell. The adrenaline rush of the fight would have pushed such a minor change in her emotional status out of her mind.
She stared at the clock again. If she didn't hurry she would be late for school. She didn't move. If she was right going to school would not be a good idea right now. Someone would ask her out and she would say yes. She would add another boy to her list of conquests. Or, vice versa, be added to their list of conquests. She shuddered and slipped down beneath the covers. No, she would not be going to school today.
"Kimmie. If you don't rush you'll be late for school." Her mother called up to her.
Kim ignored her. She had asked her mother about the tests again last night. The same refusal to even discuss them. It was making her mad. Here she was in this sitch and the mother she thought loved her was keeping secrets.
"Kimmie?" Her mother's head poked into the room.
"Get out." Kim ordered.
"You'll be late."
"I don't care. I'm not going." Kim stated.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"What do you care?" Kim retorted.
"Kimmie. If you don't feel okay you need to tell me." Her mother insisted.
"Why? So you can do more tests and keep them from me? How does that help me? I might as well not do them in the first place." Kim was yelling, her voice full of anger.
Ten minutes later Ron poked his head in. "Hey KP."
"Hi Ron." She answered.
"No school today?" He asked.
"No school." She replied.
"Why?"
She told him how she was feeling and what she thought would happen if she went to school. After that mission yesterday she'd decided to be as open as she could be with him. Unlike her mother she knew he was trying to help her.
"I see." He said when she'd finished talking. "I will get a copy of Monique's notes for you from the classes you two share."
"Thanks." She could tell he agreed with her decision. Between his notes and Monique's notes all her classes would be covered.
He disappeared. She reached down and grabbed her Kimmunicator. A few seconds later she was talking to Wade.
"Hi Kim. Shouldn't you be on your way to school right now?"
"Not going today." She told the genius. "How did those blood tests turn out?" She asked. After the mission Ron had suggested she have Wade analyze her blood and she had provided a sample. The wade-bot had collected it.
"Strange."
"What is that supposed to mean?" She felt a sense of panic.
"Just that somehow the sample must have been contaminated. At least that is what the lab that did the analysis claims." The genius shrugged. "Not sure how it could have happened. I watch you draw the blood and it shouldn't have been contaminated. I would chalk it up to the lab making a mistake somewhere."
"Oh." Kim sighed. Too much more of this and she would need a padded cell.
"No worries Kim." Wade assured her. "Just take the sample again and I'll have the lab rerun the tests."
"Oh. Okay." She got up and got the supplies. Given her mother's profession there were quite a few medical supplies kept in the house. Her mother liked to be prepared for emergencies. Wade watched closely as she took the sample.
"Okay. I'll have the wade-bot come over and get it. I'll also take an empty vial and a syringe. I'll scan those myself to see if they're contaminated and send the blood off to the lab."
"Thanks Wade." She told the genius.
"Sure you don't want to tell me more about what's going on?" He asked.
Kim hesitated. Wade was a super genius. He would know things that she and Ron didn't. However the matter was so embarrassing and personal she couldn't bring herself to talk about it with him. "Maybe if the blood tests show something." She told him.
"Okay. Take care Kim." The screen went blank.
Kim flipped a page in Monique's notes. The writing, unlike Ron's, was perfect. Clear. Precise. Very easy to read. She looked at the one's Ron had took. Scribbles. She knew they were complete. Lately he'd been doing pretty well in school and did a good job of taking notes. It was just that other than him no one could read them. She smiled briefly. Rewriting them would help her commit them to memory. She went to work on the task as she listened to him, Ron, work with the tweebs from just a few feet away, on the other side of the sofa. The strange sensation had went away and she felt good. For a short time she could relax and know he was close.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
She grabbed at the Kimmunicator. "You get the results back yet Wade?" She asked immediately.
Wade frowned. "Sort of."
"Sort of?" Kim repeated.
"Yeah. They were contaminated again. Not sure how that's happening. The supplies you're using is clean. I checked them myself. There was no way it could have been contaminated when you took the sample. No way it could have been contaminated on the way to the lab. I'm confused. I would say it's a lab error again but they're not having the same trouble with the other samples they're analyzing. Sorry Kim." The genius shrugged.
Ron knelt beside her. "What sort of contamination is it?" He asked.
"Biological. If the blood tests were right there's no way Kim would be up and walking around. She wouldn't even be alive."
"The same type of contamination each time?" Ron asked.
"Exactly the same. The two lab reports are identical."
"Strange." Ron mused.
"It is." Wade agreed. "That's not what I called about though. There's been a series of break-ins stealing medical equipment. I've detected a pattern and if I'm right the next break-in should be at a warehouse close to you two. I was wondering if you wanted to check it out."
Kim looked over at Ron who looked back. "Sure Wade. When will the ride be here?"
"No rush. The break-ins always occur at nine p.m. You got a few hours yet. I'll have the ride pick you up at eight-thirty."
"Okay. We'll be ready. Try and track down that contamination if you can. It's pretty important."
"I'll try." Wade promised her. The screen went blank.
A taxi picked them up at eight-thirty and dropped them off at the warehouse fifteen minutes later. The two sat, side-by-side, resting against the wall of the warehouse.
"How are you feeling now?" Ron asked.
"Okay. At least that weird sensation is gone."
"Good."
"I'm hoping if I keep a look out for it then I can avoid any situation where I does something stupid." Kim told him.
"That's what I was hoping too."
"Wonder who the thief is. Not the sort of stuff any of the villains goes after other than DNAmy." Kim mused.
"On that note I wonder where DNAmy gets her parts for that stuff she makes. Have we ever had a break-in where it was her stealing stuff?" Ron wondered.
"Not that I can recall. I guess with her genius she's more than capable of making the money to buy what she needs." Kim looked around, wondering when the thief would show up.
A dark figure approached the door and Kim stood up. She blocked the path to the door. Ron stood behind her. The two of them studied the figure who was clad in black. Their eyes could be seen, the same color as Kim's own. Their height and frame suggested a child. They both knew that could be deceiving.
The figure studied Kim back, seeming to ignore Ron. The eyes blinked several times, as though puzzled. The mouth opened to speak but shut again. Then the thief opened a small container around its neck and took out a small red pill that it swallowed.
"You might as well give up now." Kim stated.
The figure ignored her. They stood still for maybe thirty seconds and then moved. They crossed the distance, three meters, between then in a second and launched a kick at Kim.
Kim felt the crushing blow despite the battle suit she wore. The speed of the attack hadn't even allowed for the thought of dodging. Only reflex allowed her to partially block the fist that came flashing down immediately following the kick. She grabbed the hand as it tried to withdraw and twisted it behind the thief's back. She heard them give a brief cry of pain. It sounded like a child. A girl. She didn't have time to ponder that as the thief kicked backwards. The grazing blow left her leg in pain. Twisting the thief freed themselves and flipped backwards.
Kim kept her position in front of the warehouse door. Both her chest and leg hurt. The thief appeared to be unharmed. Extremely fast, she thought to herself, but not as strong as I am. She and the figure studied each other.
"Why are you stealing this stuff?" Kim asked. The warehouse contained several gene sequencers. Not the sort of stuff most villains went after.
The figure remained quiet. She approached slower this time and studied the woman in front of her. They were stronger than her, that was unusual. But she was quicker. That would decide the fight. She wanted to stop and talk. To find out who the woman was. But the voice in her ear insisted she keep quiet. 'No talking!' It instructed. She resisted the urge to talk. To satisfy her curiosity. She rushed in for another attack. The redhead in front of her tried to block the attack but was too slow. The red pills made the difference. She watched the redhead leap back, pain on her face. That made her feel bad. She didn't like hurting people. And she couldn't even talk to ask them to move aside.
Kim gasped for breath. That hit had hurt.
Ron usually let Kim handle the fighting. She was better at it even with him practicing every day lately. But he had watched and came to the same conclusion as the thief had. That her speed would carry the day. He studied the girl's hands. From the cry, he like Kim, assumed it was a girl. They wore plastic gloves. The gloves formed points on the knuckles. Not sharp enough to cut flesh, but they would make the girl's punches a lot more painful. The tips of the girl's fingers had a similar arrangement. More pointed than normal fingers. Enough to make a thrust hurt more, but not to cut flesh. There was a brace on the bottom of the glove. It would make chops hurt more. The plastic strip on the back would let the girl block some attack without taking as much damage in return as she normally would. Ron would bet there were similar bracers on her arms to let her block attacks with her arms without getting hurt. All in all the device was pretty simple. Still it enhanced the girl's fighting ability quite a bit. Offense that hurt more, defense that took less damage.
She launched another attack at the redhead who was blocking her way. A punch aimed at the stomach. It was a feint. As her opponent tried to block it she grabbed the hand and flipped her onto her back. She then threw the true attack. Another punch aimed for the solar plexus. She sensed movement behind her and twisted away before she could finish the attack. It was the blond boy who was with the woman. His movements were slower. Not a major threat. She would have liked to talk to him too but she figured if the voice wouldn't let her talk to the girl then it wouldn't let her talk to the boy either. She hated that. What could just talking hurt? The two had been talking to each other earlier, before she had approached. Why couldn't she have talked too? She hated the voice.
She launched herself away as the redhead took the initiative this time. Rushing at her in an attempt to overwhelm her before she could react. It was too slow. She flipped out of the way. With the boost the red pill gave her she was way faster than normal. Of course those pills also hurt sometimes. She hated taking them. She hoped it didn't hurt this time. Not when her opponent was so strong. Even as things were if the redhead was to get in close her superior strength would be dangerous. Too dangerous to risk.
Kim back off from her rush as the small thief flipped out of the way. She was too fast.
The thief studied the two. The blond wasn't a threat. But he could interrupt her at a critical point in the fight. Just like he had a few seconds ago. It would be easier to take him out first. The voice had taught her well in human anatomy. She knew males had weaknesses females didn't. She made a rush at the female who prepared herself. It was a feint. Just outside of her reach the thief twisted around and aimed a kicked at the blond. She let her momentum continue the turn and flipped away before the female could react. The male was on the ground. In pain. She hated that. From the sound of it it was a lot of pain. The female was looking at the male with concern on her face. And then back at her with rage. She wondered if she'd done something wrong. It was how the voice had instructed her. But something in the fight had now changed. Before it had been sort of like a game. A serious one, but still a game. If she won she got what she came for, if she lost she would run away. Now it didn't seem like a game any more. The redhead hated her now. That hurt. She wished she could explain. And the blond was still on the ground. It seemed he was really hurt. She hoped it wasn't serious. She hated this game.
Kim glared at the tiny thief who had just given her best friend a devastating kick in the groin. He was in pain and that fueled her rage. She knew she might be facing a child but she didn't care. If she could just get a hold of the midget for a few seconds she would teach her the meaning of pain. But how to do that? The little imp was so freaking fast. She could feel the adrenaline flooding through her veins but it was useless against the speed the other girl hard. If only she could keep hold of her for a few seconds. In a way it was like her and Shego, just with the situation reversed. Shego had strength, Kim had speed. In this stich Kim had strength while the girl had speed.
Ron gasped through the pain. If he hadn't learned to wear protection on these missions that kick could have ended with him in the hospital. He forced himself to ignore the pain and get to his feet. "KP." He asked. "Just how much do you want to beat her?"
"A lot." Kim growled. "She's just too fast."
The thief studied the boy. She was glad he'd gotten up. But his slow movements said he was out of the game. She was glad he had got up. It meant she hadn't hurt him too bad. And with him being so slow she wouldn't have to hurt him again. That was good. The two were talking again. She wondered what it was about. If it was about the fight. She wanted to talk too. The woman sent a look her way that made her gulp.
"If you can keep hold of her can you win?" Ron asked.
"I think so. She's fast, but I'm stronger. And I got the battle suit to protect me."
"Here."
She looked down to see what Ron had given her. The glue from their last mission. What did... Oh. She turned her attention back to the pint sized demoness and grinned.
This wasn't fun. And soon the red pill would wear off. She hoped there wasn't any pain this time. If the fight took too long then she might have to take another. Then there would be pain. A lot of it. She cringed. She had to finished this fast. She moved in again and avoided the redhead's attempt to block. She managed a kick that staggered her opponent. She jumped back out of the way and circled. She moved in and launched another that the redhead failed to block. If she kept this up the fight would be over before the red pill wore off. She moved in again and launched a punch even as she was jumping back. This time the redhead managed to block it. To her surprise the jump failed. Even though the redhead hadn't managed to grab her she was still held in place.
Kim took the two blows. They hurt like hell even through her suit. Each time the little demoness had managed evade her attempt to block or grab her. The third time was the lucky one. The punch was aimed at her stomach and at random Kim had focused her defense there. The hand with the glue on it blocked the girl's attack and held her so she couldn't jump away. Kim twisted her arm so the girl was held in place and launched her own punch at the solar plexus of the little imp. She held back. She didn't want to hurt the girl. But she also wanted to finish this fight. And the girl had kicked Ron in the groin.
Pain spiked in her stomach and chest. She would have cried out if she had had the breath. She twisted, trying to break free. She failed. Another blow came her way and she used her free arm to block it. She didn't know how the other girl was holding onto her but this was bad. She tried to use her free arm to repeatedly hit her opponent while kicking her at the same time. She got in a number of blows but her opponent had a suit that protected most of her body. And she rained blows back at her. Slower, but each one hurt more.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" Kim was yelling. The girl was hitting her like crazy and Kim was forced to hit her back. Sure she wanted to make her pay for that kick at Ron but enough was enough. She didn't want to hurt her.
Ron saw the fight was getting out of control. Kim was getting hurt but she was now winning. She was able to pin the girl and stop some of her attacks. But the girl still refused to stop fighting and Kim was forced to defend herself. He ignored the pain and moved in to help her as best as he could. If nothing else they could see just who they were fighting. He reached out and pulled the hood away from the girl's head. He blinked. He knew her. Sort of. Knew the face anyway.
Kim was startled as the hood was pulled from the girl's head. She found herself looking into a face she knew better than anyone else's.
Pained spiked in the girl's chest. Not from the fight. From the pill. She could tell the difference. She had to get free. She had to get away. She twisted frantically, desperation driving her, and pulled. She cried out in pain as she felt her flesh rip. Then she was free. She didn't even look down at her blood soaked arm before she turned and ran. In a second she disappeared into the darkness, grabbing at the chain around her neck. Finding the pills in it. The white ones. She took three of them. In a few minutes the pain in her chest subsided. She looked down at her arm. There was blood running down it to her hand where it dripped off. Getting free had hurt almost as much as the red pill had. Her whole body ached. The last few seconds of the fight had left more than one bruise. She was going to hurt for a while. And the voice wouldn't be happy. She hadn't got the gene sequencer.
Kim stared down at the hand of her battle suit. There was flesh on it where the girl had twisted herself free. Skin, maybe an inch square. The hand of the suit was covered in blood. The sound the girl had made as she twisted free had chilled her blood. The shock of seeing the girl's face had added to it. In that time the little imp had made her getaway.
"KP. I think it time for a really serious talk with your mother. Whether she likes it or not." Ron stared into the darkness where the girl had disappeared.
"Me too Ron. First thought we need Wade to run a test to make sure." She stared down at the flesh and blood on her hand.
They entered the house together. Both quiet. Both wondering just what was going on. Kim lead the way to her mother's home office. It was she was most likely to be. Kim tried the door. Locked.
"Who is it?" Her mother's voice came from the other side of the door.
Kim gripped the lock and twisted. Her suit added to her strength and the metal twisted. She tore the knob off the door and walked in.
"Kim! What do you think you're doing?" Her mother's expression was dark. Full of anger, also worry.
Kim dropped the ragged piece of flesh on her mother's desk. It was still covered in blood. "Do you know what that is?" She demanded.
She watched as her mother looked down at the flesh. "Flesh. Human. Kim what happened? Where did this come from?" Came the shocked response.
"Do you know whose flesh it is?" Kim stared at her mother, fury in her eyes.
"How would I know? Kim did you hurt someone? Tell me! Please!" There was panic in her mother's voice.
Ron turned away. He studied the charts on the wall. They were interesting. He looked at one. It was labeled RBC. He knew from his own yearly trip to the hospital for physicals that it meant 'red blood cell count.' He look at the number beside it. Six point eight million per microlitre. From Biology class he knew red blood cells were responsible for the transport of oxygen throughout the body. Something in the back of his head was nagging at him, telling him the number was wrong. He looked at the gender on the chart. Female. Then he recalled what it was, From class he knew the normal range was around four to five million for a woman. Nearly seven million was way above normal. He knew he was on the verge of discovering something important. He just didn't know what it was yet.
"Ronald. Stop looking at those. That's personal information." Mrs. Dr. P's angry voice came from behind him.
He ignored her and looked at the next chart. It was an analysis of testosterone for someone. He looked at the gender. Female. Women he knew had some testosterone, just not as much as men. He looked at the figure given. A hundred nanograms per decilitre. The number seemed familiar.
"Ronald." Mrs. Dr. P was screaming at him.
He moved to the next chart. Estrogen. A value of six hundred was listed there. That made no sense. Again the number seemed familiar.
"KP." He called out.
"What is it Ron?" Kim was furious. Her mother was ignoring her and instead focusing on Ron.
"I think these charts are your blood work. The tests your mother won't talk about."
"What?" Kim was at his side in a second, staring at the charts.
"They aren't!" Mrs. Dr. P screamed. "Get away from those." Then she sat down at her desk and watched the two examine the charts. She wondered where Ron had learned enough about biology to even know what they meant.
"How do you know they're mine?" Kim asked.
"Look at the values. They make no sense. But they are pretty much the same as the ones on the chart Wade gave you. The one he said proved the blood had been contaminated." He and Kim had spent over an hour looking at those results trying to puzzle out what they meant and where the contamination had come from.
"Oh. You're right." Kim pulled out the results for the tests Wade had done and started comparing. The numbers matched. "But he said I would be dead if I had values like those." She finally stated.
"I know." Ron kept looking at the chart. Then turned his attention to the next one. It wasn't a chart but a 3D image of a brain. It looked strange as well. If the rest of the charts were Kim's he figured this was too. "KP. You're brain is wrinkled."
"And just what you do know about brains Ronald?" Mrs. Dr. P asked.
Ron shrugged. "Actually quite a bit. That the human brain has five regions and their basic functions." He pointed to the 3D image. "For example this is the Pituitary Gland, this is the Hypothalamus, this is the Brain Stem, this is the Cerebrum, and this is the Cerebellum." He paused. "What I don't get is why KP's Cerebellum is so large. It's nearly half again the size it should be and it's too wrinkled."
"Where did you learn that?" She asked.
"From Wade. Rufus is such a smart learner that Wade did some experiments on him. Including scanning his brain."
"Kim isn't a naked mole rate Ron."
"No. But Wade showed me comparisons between Rufus' brain and human brains. Did you know Rufus has twice the wrinkling of the brain as a normal mole rat. That explains why he's so intelligent."
Kim listened in, not making any comment. Ron had just called her brain weird. She wondered just how weird it was.
"All brain's aren't exactly alike you know Ron."
"No. But the Cerebellum of Kim's is a bit too large. And it's a bit too wrinkled. Though that would explain a lot. It controls a person's balance, movements, and coordination. Things she's superb at. Way above normal. Now here's her brain with distinct difference in that particular spot."
Kim swallowed as her mother kept quiet. She could tell Ron was winning the debate. Her mother wasn't speaking any more it seemed. She turned and asked her mother. "Do you know what that is?" She pointed to the flesh on the desk.
"Not unless you tell me." Came the weary reply.
"That came from a person I fought today. A person who looked exactly like a twelve year old me."
"Maybe they just resembled you Kim. You know, like Joss does."
"I had a DNA comparison done. Their DNA is identical to mine. She's a twin, just younger." Kim stated.
"Oh." Her mother said, staring down at the flesh. "How bad did you hurt her?"
"I'm not sure. She ran off. I think she's okay." She sat down across from her mother. "What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing. At the moment." Her mother assured her.
Kim waited. Finally her mother began to speak.
"When I got pregnant I was so excited. I wasn't ready, it wasn't planned, but I was so excited. So was James. We were ecstatic. It changed our whole view of life. I got a job here and demanded reasonable work hours so I could be there for you as you grew up. James did the same at the space center. Then I met a woman. She suggested I get you tested for possible genetic disorders. The tests came back bad. I'm not sure if they were faked or not. At the time I believed them. But I've run tests on James and myself since then. There was no way you could have had those disorders."
"Genetic disorders?" Kim asked.
"Yeah. We would have done anything to save you and the woman offered a way. It was illegal. A new technology to use a virus to replace damaged genes in a living organism. It was experimental and with humans test subjects very unethical. But we were desperate. We would have tried anything. You were, or so we thought, going to die anyway. We would have sold our souls for even a one in a million chance of saving you."
"What happened?"
"They weren't just looking to fix people. They were trying to improve them. Neither Jame nor I knew that at the time. They did the procedure. We got lucky. You survived. We later found out they recruited six other women to have the procedure done. They all miscarried. You were the only one it worked on."
Kim gulped. "You sure there was nothing wrong with me?"
"We're sure. For you to have had those disorders either Jame or I would need to have the bad genes. I did the tests later on when the technology became more available. When my position at the Middleton hospital gave me access to the resources. We don't have them. You were probably perfectly healthy. That woman, the people she worked with, just wanted guinea pigs for their experiments."
"What happened to them?"
"I thought they disbanded. With six in seven dying I would have thought common sense would have made them give up human experimentation. I guess they didn't. The woman disappeared."
"What's wrong with me?"
"At the moment nothing. You're healthier than anyone else on the planet. Also stronger and faster than any woman your size could expect to be. Your hormones are causing you trouble. That will settle down. The brain is a pretty remarkable organ. It will change a little and you will go back to like you were before."
"So I will stop trying to screw every guy in school?" Her mother flinched at the language.
"Yes. Your hormones will balance out eventually. From the tests I did probably very soon. Another month at the most. You're almost eighteen. You're body is still undergoing a lot of changes. That's what caused the trouble. You're unique. Evolution hasn't programmed your brain to deal with the changes. But it will adapt."
"You said 'at the moment.' What do you mean by that?" Ron looked at the woman he considered a mother.
"She's strong. Fast. Too strong. Too fast. Her body even with a better than normal capacity for healing will eventually start to break down." Mrs. Dr. P sobbed. "Eventually the stress will cause something to break. Probably a stroke or a heart attack. She's will probably live to thirty with perfect health. After than she could die anytime. Certainly before she's thirty-five." Mrs. Dr. P broke down completely. "I'm sorry Kimmie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,..."
"I will never have children?" Kim asked. "They might die young too?" She felt the shock and let it pass. She guess she'd been 'programmed' to deal with that.
"With the changes I doubt you could have children. You would miscarriage like those other six did. If you did carry them to term I don't know what they would turn out like. There might be a one in a billion chance they would be normal."
"Oh." Kim said. "So no family for me." She felt tears running down her face.
"I'm sorry Kimmie." Her mother was weeping.
Kim felt Ron watching her. He'd always been there, guiding her in some way. Teaching her mercy, empathy, compassion. She knelt beside her mother and hugged her. "At least now I know I the score." She said. "Was pretty bad being so confused. So scared." She let her mind consider the situation for a while. She was angry, afraid. She'd expected to live to a ripe old age of eighty assuming the missions didn't get her. Now she knew she had around twelve years left. Seventeen at the most. She wasn't young anymore. She was middle aged. Half her life lived. And she would never have the kids she'd dreamed off. She wouldn't even have time enough to see them grow up if she could. It was devastating.
She held her weeping mother. She wanted to be angry at her but how could she be. Her mother, she knew, had told her the truth. That she and her father would give their souls to protect her. They'd been tricked. They felt as much pain as she did. She could see that in her mother's eyes. She felt Ron's arms close around her. His cheek pressing against the back of head. She would be okay. They held each other for a long time. After a while they separated.
Ron sighed. Kim was taking it okay. Mrs. Dr. P was pulling herself together. He hated to disrupt the current calm, however morose it was.
"There's one thing left that hasn't been explained." He said. "Who was the girl Kim fought earlier today? She was a clone wasn't she? And she's just like Kim. That group is still out there playing god with human life."
The two of them froze.
"Kim was the only one who survived." Mrs Dr. P stated. "They must have found a way to clone her so they could do more research."
Kim thought of the girl she had fought. A younger her. Someone identical to her. A sister.
End of Chapter.
Genetic engineering. Of course it had to be something like that. To explain Kim's abilities it comes down to four basic possibilities.
- she's an alien.
- genetic engineering.
- mystical powers like Ron.
- something like Shego's comet powers.
Kim's 'out of control' problem it seems will sort itself out pretty soon. However her life will be pretty short. And she will never have children.
Kim sees the clone as a sister. I wonder how they will get along.
Reviews: The titanium based glue isn't necessarily a glue meant to be used in space. That would be very very bad unless you were designing something you wanted to come apart once it was in space. The tweebs could be using it instead for a ground based receiver/transmitter for a satellite.