Oh hey, have you been zapped by the Ravemaster?
I have not, but what a player.
He's just some nerd trying to ruin the game for everyone else.
Perhaps, or perhaps he is destined to rule Everlot.
Some say he is both a mighty warrior and a powerful Sorcerer.
~~Section III~~
Acquired Strain
Area: Unknown
Date: July 18, 2006
Time: 8:00 a.m.
Shego was one of the few people that can say she had seen the best of both worlds. Before she joined up with Drakken she gave the whole super hero thing a try. It was okay at first, but soon she realized that it just wasn't her thing. That and her brother's were not the easiest people to live with. So she became a villain and she never looked back. Despite what people say, the business of villainy was often quite rewarding.
"SSSHHHEEEGGGOOO!"
Today clearly was not one of those times.
' Oh joy, he's having another episode...'
Shego slowly dragged herself out of bed and began preparing herself mentally for another day of working with Drakken. Truth be told despite her sarcasm and complements she was somewhat relieved to see Drakken back to his old idiot self. Over the past few days he was acting like a completely different person and the green skinned vileness was having a hard time dealing with all of it.
She finished getting dressed and followed the direction of the voice to a closed room in their lair. After a combination of twists and turns through long hallways and oddly shaped stairs, which Shego could only assume Drakken had designed so it could look more "evil", she finally found Drakken. He was sitting down infront of a large monitor. Shego could not tell what he was looking at, but from the way Drakken looked she could tell he was very absorbed in the program.
' Probably another one of those stupid soap operas, or another Oh boyz concert...'
"Calm down Doctor D," She said slowly walking up to him. "I'm here. So, what's all the yelling for?"
Doctor Drakken turned his head in Shego's direction. However, he quickly turned back to program he was watching without saying so much as a word to here.
' Okay he did not just blow me off.. '
"Yo, Doctor D? you in there? " Drakken made no move and only continued to keep his focus upon the program he was watching. Shego began to grow agitated with Drakken's dismissal of her presence.
"Drakken, hello? I'm talking to you! "
"We have a problem," He finally said. "It seems that I was unsuccessful in my attempts to destroy Kim Possible."
Shego rolled her eyes. "No really," she said, here voice filled with sarcasm. " That's a real shocker. I mean it's not that's just unusual. It's not like any of your plans have failed before right?"
Once again Drakken made no response.
'Okay this is getting old. '
Shego raised her hands, engulfing them in a bright green flame, preparing to strike Drakken from behind. However, at the last second Drakken turned up the volume on the program he was watching. The sudden noise adjustment caught Shego's attention and she couldn't help but listen in on what had the doctor so occupied.
* We are here at Craig Hospital. Located in Englewood Colorado. Hi I'm Danielle Fisher and this is Middleton Primetime News! If you look behind me you see several other new's reporters waiting eagerly to get their chance at an interview with one of the hospital's doctors. Seems I am not the only one interested in this hot scoop.
From what we know it has now been almost one week since the hospitalization of Middleton resident Ron Stoppable. there wasn't much information about his injuries and even less about his current situation. But from what we can gather the boy is a sixteen year old highschool student at Middleton high. This boy's injuries have sparked a lot of attention because there is suspicion that he was somehow involved in a mission with famous teen heroine Kim Possible. Not alot of people knew of Ron Stoppable, but his recent hospitalization has sprung about many rumors.
Some say he merely followed Kim Possible while she was on a mission and thorough sheer recklessness ended up getting hurt. Others say it was never about being a hero and this was merely a cry for attention, and a small number actually says this boy is a member of Team Possible and helps the teen heroine on her missions. So far it's not known what his actual relation is to Kim Possible, assuming there is one at all. Regardless, his accident has brought about a variety of bad press and attention upon the once respected reputation of Kim Possible.
People are infuriated that the government has willingly allowed these high school minors to go about doing such dangerous and un-lawful things despite their claims at having good intentions. The people have been going strong demanding that Team Possible be shut down, fined, and charged for their continuous acts of vigilantism. While I can't say for sure what will become of Team Possible, I can promise that the overall outcome of these events are bound change both the worlds of the super villain and vigilante.
This has been Middleton Primetime news, back to you John! *
Shego stood frozen in place. Her hands still in the air but her mind completely forgotten about her attempt to attack Drakken. A million thoughts raced through her head, all trying to figure out what all of this could mean. " This isn't good," she said. " This could be bad for us, couldn't it? "
Drakken said nothing. He merely nodded as he stood up from his chair and began to leave the room.
Area: Middleton, Colorado
Date: July 18, 2006
Time: 3:30 p.m.
"I got you some ice cream! rocky road, I know it's your favorite."
A broken spirited blond merely took the ice cream without so much as meeting her friend's eyes or even giving thanks.
Bonnie sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. But right now really wasn't the time to complain. Tara had been shaky ever since she saw the new's report about Ron being hospitalized. She hadn't answered any of her texts of phone calls, so Bonnie had no choice but to go to her house and root her out. When she finally worked up the nerve to come over her house she found her in her bed staring blankly out of the window like a ghost.
It was a little strange...
Bonnie spent the better part of the morning pulling her out of the bed and convincing her to eat something. Tara must have been really worried, cause it seemed as if she had completely forgotten about being mad at Bonnie. Bonnie decided some sunlight would do her some good and managed to drag her to the annual Art's festival in Upperton. However, Tara barely spoke or even acknowledged anything around her. Bonnie really wasn't sure what to do.
"Come on Tara, say something. You really need to stop doing this to yourself." Tara eye's met Bonnie's for a brief instant, Bonnie wasn't sure but for some reason she could tell that Tara understood how concerned she was about her; in her own unique way of course.
"I'm sorry." Tara finally said. "It's just that, I was so ready. I was prepared to give it all up. Be done with this food chain crap once and for all. I could be with a guy that would actually listen to what I said, instead of just wanting some blond haired blue eyed arm candy. I would be able to go to a movie and actually watch it without worrying trying to do something to me in the theater. I had it all pictured in my head. Friends that actually liked me for... well me. Now, all this happens and here I am with you. Right back to square one. Life really has a cruel sense of humor sometimes. "
Bonnie simply stared at the blond, the realization of how important this really was to Tara dawning on her.
'Some friend you turned out to be...'
' It really wasn't my greatest moment was it... '
' No, but that doesn't mean you still can't do something about it... '
"Tara, listen to me, Ron is going to be fine." Tara looked up a Bonnie, a hint of desperation in her eyes. "Really?"
"Yes," the brunette said firmly. "And you know what else? When he wakes up, Kim will be there to look after him."
Tara's face fell at Bonnie's words of "encouragement".
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" she asked in a sulking tone.
Bonnie laughed. "Sorta, because for reasons I will never understand Kim actually cares about that loser. They're like a weird family, or at the very least someone that makes Kim look better by comparison."
Tara smiled. "Bonnie please, stop being so mean."
"Stay with me here Tara, I'm trying to make a point . Look all I'm saying is that there like siblings, or cousins and you know what Tara people don't date their sisters or their cousins."
Tara's mouth stretched into a faint smirk. "Actually Bonnie," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "In certain areas there has been a noticeable rise in ince-"
"Whoa, okay Tara stop, forget what I said!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"Look my point is their close, but their friends. And sometimes people tend to stay just that... friends."
"You really think so?" Tara asked.
"Totally, and it would probably be easier for them and you, if everyone wasn't always pushing them to get together and have the perfect little life with 3 kids and nice little house up on the hilltop. I mean it's straight out of a bad sitcom. Not to mention what their kids would look like. Last time I checked, red heads and freckles were not a good match."
Tara stared at Bonnie for a moment. "You've thought about this before." She said.
"Yes I have." Bonnie responded without hesitation.
After a few seconds Tara suddenly began to laugh. And despite the brunette trying to stay serious in support of her friend she couldn't help but take part in the laughter as well. The thought of Stoppable and Little Miss Perfect being married and living like Amish people. was just too funny. Hell, the thought of Stoppable actually being able to do anything masculine alone was enough to make anyone laugh.
' Now that's how you be a true friend... '
The brunette couldn't help but try to find a way to turn this situation around in her favor. After-all, Kim was probably as vulnerable as she ever would be. How could Bonnie not strike while the iron was hot?
"Do you think Ron would actually want me?"
Bonnie's train of thought was interrupted by Tara's sudden words of never could understand why Tara was so unselfconscious about her looks, it was no secret she was one of the schools hottest girls.
"Of course!" Bonnie said without a moment's hesitation. "Tara for the last time your gorgeous, and when I'm done with you Ron will be wrapped around your little finger."
"But-"
"That's enough, don't worry about Kim. I'll deal with her. For now you just focus on visiting your soon to be man. Just stick with me and do everything I say, little miss perfect won't be able to hold a candle to you in Ron's eyes."
Tara gave Bonnie a huge grin. "That's probably the most encouraging thing you've ever said to me." she wrapped her arms around Bonnie's neck locking her into a hug.
"Thanks Bonnie."
"It's what I'm here for." The brunette unwrapped herself and pulled Tara up. "Come on, there's a sale at Club Banana. And father dearest just gave his little princess a brand new credit card. I heard Brick's having a house party on Friday. We gotta be ready to get down."
The two teen's began to make their way for he store. however, they stopped when they walked into the direction of a concealed man wearing a baggy hood with a leather coat over it. The two teens stood still ,waiting for him to move. However, he simply stood his ground staring directly at the ground. After a few minutes of waiting, Bonnie finally grew impatient and yanked Tara in the opposite direction. However, as they began walking the hooded figures voice stopped them in their tracks.
"Name, Tara Pride. Father, Eddie Pride. Mother, Michelle Pride. No siblings. Description, Caucasian skin, blond hair and blue eyes approximately 5 foot 4 birth mark on her left thigh the shape of an apple. Activities, cheerleader for the Middleton Mad-dogs. Has an obscure obsession with the often rumored to be questionable pop band Justice Reliance . Has bought every single supernatural book novel of the also questionable Sundown book series. As well as a secret diary in which she hold all potential romances she hopes to encounter in her life stashed away in her closet.
"Hey," Tara's exclaimed facing the hooded figure her face blazing red from embarrassment. "How the heck do you know all this?" The man dismissed Tara's presence and focused his attention on Bonnie.
"Name, Bonnie Rockwaller. Father, Damon Rockwaller. Mother, Katherine Rockwaller. Siblings, Connie and Lonnie Rockwaller. Description, light brown skin, green eyes approximately 5 foot 2. No distinguishable birth-mark, however has an Enchanted amulet stored under her pillow. Activities, cheerleader for the Middleton Mad-dogs and takes part in almost every club equivalent to teen vigilante amateur Kim Possible. An odd and also questionable obsession with her is recognized. Possible signs of stage three hero worship. Possible signs of stage six inferiority complex. Possible signs of quote on quote, 'Playing for the other team'. Must remember to investigate further. "
"Okay stop!" Bonnie face's was now also red from embarrassment. "Who are you? "
The man removed his hood revealing a small smirk on his mouth. "My meekest apologies. I like to do that for fun. I was given strict instructions not to interfere. However, I simply could not resist such an opportunity."
"What?" The two girls asked simultaneously.
"Yes, you see. You both have caught the eye of some very interesting people. And through sheer curiosity I've decided to through in a little more entropy to this already ticking time bomb. "
The man performed a graceful bow to both Tara and Bonnie.
"Nice to meet you both," he said. " My name is Agent Will Du."
Area: Craig Hospital, Englewood
Date: July 18, 2006
Time: 10:00 p.m.
Being a Doctor was not a fun as it was cracked up to be.
Or least, it wasn't as fun as Nathan was led on to believe. That's what he got for watching hospital sitcoms back to back as a child.
No less then a few weeks into medical school and his perspectives were already shattered.
He had seen people in their twenties fall succumb to varying misfortunes. As well as elderly decrepit patients come in for an annual by-pass. As strange as it seemed. The expected outcome had a tendency to pull a complete one-eighty. And today was no exception.
The most recent Englewood patient, Ron Stoppable. Flew into the hospital not by an ambulance but by a helicopter. It wasn't police that pulled into the hospital. But an array of men draped in thick dark suits. With what Nathan could only describe as I.D. tags on the right side of their suite pockets. When they showed up they didn't say a word to anyone.
They pulled up with a bloodied blonde haired teen on a stretch bed. And simply stood still in the hospital as if they were waiting for something. Soon enough, the medical head of staff showed up to greet them. They did not have a conversation. They did not even shake hands with each other. The head of staff simply showed up, observed the boy, and uttered a single statement.
You're age requirement is getting younger by the year.
After that he simply walked down the hallways. The other men simply followed him. There was no mention of it again for the rest of the day. Not until, the day after. When the head of staff made a public announcement. To not mention a single word about what they had seen. Not to their friends, not to their family, and most importantly not to the media. Nathan didn't understand at first. But soon enough, there they were. No less then twelve hours after the boys hospitalization, a hoard of people sporting cameras, speakers, and microphones.
A path was cleared for the doctors and nurses. As instructed, no one said a word about what had happened. Not that there was much to say. but the people standing around the hospital were nothing short of persistent. But luckily even they were only allowed so much ground. It was still a hospital after all. So they weren't permitted to do anything that could slow down their work. Which made it a little easier to get past them.
That boy was one lucky man. No scratch that, he was beyond lucky, what happened to him was nothing short of a miracle. That's the best way doctor Nathan could think to put it anyway.
' A few cuts, a couple of second degree burns, and a little blood loss. Whatever happened to him should have been alot worse.'
"Hey Nathan, how long you plan on taking a break?"
Marla, a nurse who had just recently started a few days ago. Her timing was impeccable to be honest. What a way to start a career.
"Sorry Marla," Nathan said. "I'll get back to work in a couple minutes. Promise." The time had gotten the better of him. This job had a tendency to take a toll. And his recent curiosity was also starting to get to him to.
"That new kid again?" The nurse questioned. "Can't say that I blame you. That kids practically the talk of the town."
This caught Nathans attention. "What you mean ?" He asked.
"I didn't say anything about him." Marla said defensively. "I know how to keep my mouth shut. But he's gotten a bit of a reputation. Apparently the kid got into an accident on some kind of mission."
"Mission," Nathan said. "Like a secret agent or something?" It'd make sense. The guys who walked in that day looked like they had came right out of a bad action movie.
Bricks of Fury bad...
"Something like that. From what I heard, the kid was pretending to be hero or something. and ended up getting caught in an explosion or something."
Nathans eyes widened at this news. "An explosion? Like a bomb?"
"Worse," Marla began to grin. "A robot. Strange right ? Apparently he was standing just a few inches from a robot before it blew up. A robot Nathan...A flipping robot! It's insane." Mara said with a slight laugh. However her humor seemed wasted on Nathan. As he began to process just what she was telling him.
"It's unbelievable." He said. "Something like that, isn't just insane. It's down right unbelievable.
Marla began to pout. "Well of course it is," She said. "It's all just word of mouth Nathan. Of course none of its real. You really gotta learn to lighten up."
"Marla do you have any idea how hot the average flame combustion is?" Nathan asked suddenly.
"No." Marla replied. Her eyes fixed on him in a suspicious manner. "But why—
"Well neither do I," Nathan interjected. "But from what I've seen on the movies and years of studying in medical school. There is one scientific fact I believe all of mankind can agree on."
"Which is?" Marla asked.
"Fire is hot..."
Marla clamped her lips shut...She had no response for that.
However her silence or looks of disbelief did not stop the good doctor.
" Not only is it hot. Under the right conditions, it's strong enough to turn the human body to a crisp. Also, according to what you just said. That boy was not only standing near an explosion but a metallic one. Meaning not only did the fire get him. But the bits and pieces and metal that were torn off from the blast must have got to him to. Like shrapnel from a grenade."
"Yeah," Marla said. "Makes sense."
"No it doesn't," Nathan spoke. "Because if what you said was true. Then that kid shouldn't be like...like how he is now. If what you said is true, if what the gossipers said was true. Then he should be in a lot worse shape then that. The heat and metal Marla, the heat and metal should have added even more injury to his body. Tear it apart, dare I say shred it like cheese."
"So what your saying," Marla asked. "That his injuries should be worse." Marla said.
"No,"Nathan spoke in a low whisper. "I'm saying that if what you told me is true. Then he shouldn't even be alive..."
"Who are you ?"
A young man said. From what he could gather. The boy was talking to him.
Funny, he had been there for a while. But he could not remember seeing anyone prior.
"Are you talking to me?" He asked.
The man nodded his head. He had a average build.
Light brown skin, but very long dark hair. It reach down past his shoulders.
He could not make out what the man was wearing though. The fog shrouded a majority of his figure.
"You should leave." The man said. "You don't want to be here when it comes."
"When what comes?" He asked.
The man turned around and began to walk away.
"A very bad day." He whispered.