"Keeping the car on the road!", the scientist called out.
"I know what I'm doing.", the girl called back.
She's leaning out the window, doesn't even need to open the door to fit. Everything is whipping in the wind, her skirt, her red hair.
The blue bastard has some sort of beam weapon, and some skill-he's a decent shot. But he's too eager, throwing away energy blasts like candy. He doesn't know how to take his time. Hold his breath. Anything's possible for a Possible.
The girl throws the baton. It bounces in the window their pursuer is shooting out of. The rod hits him in the neck, and his non-hovering car slides off the road into a ditch.
The girl looks at her driver in puzzlement.
The scientist replies to her unasked question. "Gotta go back. Confirm he's gone."
The girl nods. "Right. Go back. Confirm he's gone."
We drive back to the wreck, but he's no where to be found. Not a piece of him or that mad scientist getup to be found.
"If he was a supervillain, he's gotta have henchmen.", the scientist says aloud. "We gotta keep moving."
She's still trying to wrap her head around the situation she's in. And me? I'm a rocket scientist. I'm about as good at comforting a teen age girl as Ramesh was in high school.
"Thank you so much, daddy.", Kim says. "You know how much I love you, right dad?"
"Sure, Kimmie-cub.", the scientist says unsteadily.
"I wanted to show you I was growing up all achieving and determined. Guess I screwed that up."
"No way, Kimmie-cub. You've done great. Look, I'm gonna try to calm down. Wash up some."
I take a cold shower. It helps.
A noise is made in the bathroom.
"Kimmie-cub?", the scientist calls out.
The shower curtain is pushed aside and two solid blows land on the scientist's jaw.
The blue bastard is towering over him. "Don't recognize my face, do you, Possible? But I bet you can recognize my voice. You can recognize my voice, can't you, Possible?"
The scientist looks up around the boot that's standing on his face. "Sure. I can recognize your voice, Drew."
The scientist is knocked uncounscious by a stomp of the boot that's on his face.
Some time later, the scientist is on his tip toes on the coffee table with his hands bound and his neck in a noose.
The little girl goes limp in the arms of that blue bastard when he injects her with something as blue as he is.
"Turns out that point blank radiation blasts are bad for you.", Drakken tells him. "Takes experts all over the world to get you back to the picture of health. But as you can see, there were some side effects.
"But that's okay. With all you who graduated working nine-to-fives, I've been having the time of my life."
He pulls out a cell phone. "I have a body for you to collect. And set me up for a party. My tools better be ready when I get there. I already got the girl, you dumb buffoon! My tools better be clean and calibrated. It better be perfect. Or I'm calling my Bebes!
"You know, Possible...This is really your fault that I'm choosing her as the next brain to add to my Bebes. She's a little lippy for my tastes...but I'll make do. The best part though...The best part is that you'll die knowing that it's all your fault."
The scientist calls out with his last free breaths. "Challenge him Kimmie-cub! Talk back, don't let him bully you."
He goes silent when the blue bastard kicks the table away from his feet and leaves with his daughter.
I'm just a foolish old man. I've just been suckered into betraying the only thing that's made all this time bearable. Now Kimmie-cub's face is going to look like all the other victims.
This is it.
THE END