2) Under no circumstances is a Creator allowed to enter their own creation. Doing so will result in an automatic expulsion from the order of Creators.
Ar·ca·dia: noun, often capitalized \är-ˈkā-dē-ə\
: a region or scene of simple pleasure and quiet
July 9th, 2012
Los Angeles, California
5:03 P.M.
The sun was setting over the Pacific Ocean, golden sun beams reflecting off the water and onto the large sky scrapers of the city.
Even though it was only a Monday, the roads leaving the city were already clogged with the end of the day rush hour traffic.
Countless motorist sped home through the sunset but to one man, this night meant something more. For him, it his time to die.
But also, a chance to live.
It was a spacious house, one that had once hosted grand parties and extensive galas that catered only to the upper class of society but tonight the house was silent.
In the back yard the waves of the swimming pool lapped silently at their boundaries, the sound echoing quietly across the empty yard.
Inside the house a lone man walked silently through his hallway, his movements making almost no noise in the abandoned house. In one hand he carried an already open bottle of wine and in the other, his glass.
This was the way he liked it. Isolation therapy is what he referred to it as, and for something this big he was going to need plenty of alone time.
Alone.
He sat alone in his empty house, all noise was either muted or it simply wasn't there. He had sent his family away for the week on a much deserved vacation and he decided that now would be as good of time as any to do the deed.
Quietly he walked to his computer and shook the mouse silently until the computer awoke with a hum. As he waited for the computer to boot up, he poured himself a glass.
The computer dinged softly to alert him that it was ready and smiling softly to himself he nodded forlornly as he opened a long forgotten file; a file that he had not opened in many years.
"Died too soon," he said remorsefully as he scanned the contents before commenting again, "resurrected...," he took a sip from the glass of wine at his side as he stopped on one file in particular, "Sometimes things just need to end."
The house was silent for several minutes as he continued typing on his computer before his phone rang, interrupting the silence of the evening with the four tone ringing.
Beep beep bee beep
He let it ring for several minutes before finally picking it up and ordering, "Speak."
"Robert, it's me. What are you up to?" the voice on the other end asked with a friendly undertone.
He sat back in his chair, "Just tying up a loose end here," Robert took a sip of his wine, "You?"
"Just relaxing with the family tonight," the line was silent for a moment, "What about-"
Robert cut his friend off, "He had his chance but we just can't wait that long."
The caller was silent for a second before nodding to himself, "She had her run but it's time to let her go."
He knew his friend was shaking his head across the phone wire even as the reply came back with, "Then do it softly," Robert heard the sound of a beverage being sipped across the phone line, "She deserves that much."
Robert turned back to his computer and grabbed the entire folder with his mouse before dragging it to the DELETE icon.
Holding the file over the icon for several seconds he contemplated whether or not he should do this but eventually his finger grew tired and he let the folder go.
Please wait as the Computer compiles your data, his computer chimed softly.
Robert nodded sadly as he rose from his chair and walked to his pantry in a search for a snack.
June 18th, 3019
Global Science Center
Go City, Colorado
1:19 P.M.
Utopia.
There was no place quite like it.
All life in the entire Universe was at peace.
War was a thing of the past, a relic of the past already forgotten by the living. Outside the lion lay down with the lamb and the child led both to their feeding without fear.
Death had been conquered, the sting of losing a loved one long forgotten as the entire universe never aged, and never died. With the combined efforts of Global Science and the Lowardians both species lived forever as their best physical condition could allow them.
A real fountain of youth.
All ailments: cured. Disease, pestilence, plague, drought? Historical lessons that were only taught to children in school of a past long ago.
The Economic Crisis? Money and greed were no longer an issue for anyone. What you needed, you were given with open arms and you lovingly gave your best to whoever needed it.
Life was perfect.
The feelings of bliss were in direct contrast with Doctor Elizabeth "Betty" Director's feelings of doubt and fear as she walked through the underground corridors of Global Science.
The closer she got to her destination the louder the voices became until she could hear the individual voices carrying down the hallway.
Scientists in the hallway nodded politely to her as she walked determinedly through them, purpose written all over her features.
As she neared the end of the hallway, the crowded hallway of scientists and researches parted before Betty like the Red Sea as she walked through a door labeled
Advanced Division of Research and Development
The crowd of researchers gathered in the room instantly went silent as the head of Global Science strolled through their doorway and like a parent reprimanding her child, Betty addressed the scientists as her eyes darted around the room looking for someone to blame.
"Is there a reason I could hear your commotion from all the way down the hall?" she asked politely although everyone knew she was baiting them into a trap.
Finally the group parted and Betty saw the reason for the commotion: Tam had the jump diodes wired to his head and his arms were strapped to the gurney.
"And how did you convince my best scientists to let you jump again?" Betty asked as she fought the urge to curse out her agent.
Tam smiled disarmingly, his deep blue eyes letting on more than he spoke, "I guess I'm just that good."
Betty approached her agent, her high heeled shoes clicking on the floor, "I can't have you do this."
Clack Clack Clack
Tam shrugged as a scientist secured his arms and legs to bars that ran alongside the table, the sleeves on his gray jumpsuit he wore were rolled up so his arms were exposed, "What's another jump for me?"
Betty shook her head as a scientist pulled out a syringe of red liquid and injected it into his arm, "I don't remember scheduling a jump for today."
Tam's carefree attitude was replaced instantly with a cold exterior, "Scarlet feels she may have a lead on the Symbol of Royalty."
Betty's eyes instantly widened and she looked at the Scientist monitoring a large MRI looking machine, "Scarlet?"
The scientist turned to Betty, her red shoulder length hair waving in the process, "We believe we have it narrowed down to one location. Felix Renton has it in the Kingdom."
Betty nodded to Tam, "and you're sending him because…?"
Scarlet nodded to the other scientists who wheeled Tam to the large MRI. With one fluid motion, the scientists removed the legs from the gurney and slid the now legless gurney into the circular opening of the MRI machine.
Scarlet halted Tam's progress and tugged at a diode on his temple before turning back to Betty, "because Tam has shown the best ability to perform a jump of this magnitude. Plus if all goes according to plan he'll be bringing the Symbol back with him."
Tam grinned knowingly as Scarlet slipped a metal square into his pocket.
"You ready?" the scientist asked.
Tam took a deep breath, "Ready."
Scarlet tapped Tam's pocket, "The reclaimer is in your pocket, push it and you'll be brought back."
Tam gave Scarlet a look, "this isn't my first rodeo."
Scarlet nodded before kissing Tam lightly.
Scarlet's blue eyes flashed to the scientists and with little effort they slid him into the hole with hardly a noise and soon only his feet stuck out of the hole in the wall.
Scarlet and the rest of the scientists retreated to another room that served as a protective barrier between the MRI and the scientists.
Scarlet stood in front of a giant control panel, and without waiting for Betty's approval she pushed a series of several buttons.
From the other room the MRI began to hum rhythmically as it powered up.
Scarlet tapped at her ear as the control panel began to glow green with the exception of one button that still glowed red, "Wade are you there?"
"Of course," Wade Load's voice echoed in the room, "Olivia and I are waiting for your signal."
"Just waiting on the coordinates for the jump," a scientist spoke up.
It was silent for a moment before the button switched from green to red.
"Coordinates locked for jump," Wade reported, "Tell Tam to give her my best."
Scarlet smiled, "I'll be sure to do that."
She pushed a button and was instantly connected to Tam in the MRI.
"You ready to go?" she asked.
"Ready for the jump," he reported back, "if I knew it was going to take this long I would have brought a magazine."
Scarlet rolled her eyes, "Jump in T-minus ten. All stations report in."
"Ten."
"This is firing control online," a voice called out over the intercom as a final series of lights on the control panel switched from red to green.
"Nine."
"Power plants online," another light winked green.
"Eight."
"Jump coordinates locked."
"Seven."
Tam took a deep breath and slowly let the air escape his lungs.
"Reclaimer online."
"Six."
"Package retrieval online."
"Five."
Betty pulled out a key from around her neck and handed it to Scarlet.
"Medical on standby."
"Four."
Tam took a deep breath in the MRI, "Jumper ready for transport."
Scarlet turned to Betty as she dropped a protective metal barrier in front of their observation window, "You might want to protect your eyes."
Betty and the rest of the scientists pulled on protective lenses that would have been better suited for welding.
"Three."
Scarlet took a deep breath and inserted Betty's key into the control panel, "Two."
"Good luck Tam," Betty breathed.
"One."
"JUMP!" Scarlet shouted as she turned the key in its slot.
Tam took a deep breath, "Creator protect me," he breathed as pain blossomed in his skull.
For a moment nothing happened but in the next moment light consumed them all.
Flash
Scarlet pushed a button on the side of the MRI and Tam's now lifeless body slid out of the machine.
A team of doctors pulled Tam's body off the slab and transferred him to a wheeled gurney as soon as he was clear of the machine.
Before they could wheel him out, Scarlet put two fingers on his neck.
Silence.
"We've got a pulse," she announced after a minute of counting, "pulse is steady but weak."
She nodded to Betty, "he should be over there by now."
Betty nodded, "When Will did it he said it was instantaneous."
Scarlet turned back to her monitoring Tam, "According to Felix, Tam should have been dropped somewhere in the capital."
Betty nodded but turned away as her phone vibrated in her pocket.
She glanced at the message on her screen and cursed silently.
Scarlet looked up, "What?"
Betty let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes, "I'm late for the wedding."
June 18th, 3019
East Parish Church
Middleton, Colorado
1:45 P.M.
Today was the day of all days.
The day the entire world-the entire Universe- had been waiting for.
Kim Possible was getting married.
The woman who only a thousand years ago had ushered in this golden age of peace by representing the whole of humanity to the race of peaceful aliens that descended from the stars, the inspiration and driving force for humanity to better themselves was getting married.
Despite Sheldon Director's best efforts to breed an interstellar war over a thousand years ago with the Lowardians, Kim Possible had achieved the impossible by not only stopping the plot but also forging an alliance with the Lowardians.
Because of this, many attributed this golden age of utopia and living ease to her.
And they were correct in this.
Without Kim Possible, both species would have fought themselves into oblivion until the only record of their existence would be burned ruins and planets littered with the debris of war.
Of course if you asked her today, she would tell you she would rather be negotiating a peace treaty than standing here.
On their wedding days, most brides would be ecstatic. Others anxious and still others would be a nervous train wreck as they prayed for their big day to go without a problem and at the end of the day they would be so happy that their day was over that they would forget the anxiety and self-torment of the last twelve hours.
For this bride however the emotion was one completely new to her, even the Creator looking down from above could only smirk and shake his head at her newest emotion.
Confusion.
She looked down at her lavish wedding dress as one thought played over and over in her mind.
What is going on?
She looked up from her dress and at her reflection in the mirror and nearly gasped at her beauty. Sure she had always been a beautiful woman but here and now...she shook her head in amazement. Whoever dolled her up deserved whatever she was paying them-triple what she was paying them. She continued to stare at herself in the mirror, so transfixed was she that she forgot her nagging question and gazed upon her own beauty.
"Relax Kimmy," Ann Possible said as she appeared from behind her daughter's dress, "You look beautiful."
Kim jerked in surprise as she saw her mother, ten years older than she remembered, "Mom-"
Ann held up a hand, "Kim, I know it is your wedding day and that you're supposed to freak out but," she dug out an elastic band, "this day will go perfectly," she motioned to Kim's leg and Kim blankly lifted her dress for her mother to put the band on, "I freaked out on my day and now I wonder why I did. It didn't change anything and if I'd only let go and cut loose, I would have had more fun."
Kim exhaled softly and nodded, "Mom there's something that I need to tell you-"
"Kimmy I know about you two and what you both have been doing," Ann interrupted and pulled at a misplaced ribbon on Kim's dress and tugged the rebelling ribbon back into place, "I'm not going to give you the speech seeing as today is your wedding day and in about an hour you both will be married but I do wish you two had waited."
Kim's look of confusion caused Ann to falter, "I-I'm sorry Kim, I decided not to say anything because it was your choice but you needed some guidance."
Kim shook her head, "Mom that's not it-"
"I know your father and I weren't exactly a pinnacle of purity before we were married but still," she flattened another portion of Kim's dress not because it was out of place but because she needed something to do, "I did expect...," she shook her head, "...hope is a better word. I hoped that you two would have waited for tonight. Of course you both dated for one hundred years and waited another fifty years to get married, I guess it was inevitable. "
Kim couldn't take it any longer and grabbed her mother roughly by the arm and pulled her in close, "Mom, the last thing I remember is going to bed April 8th, 2005," Kim took a deep breath and continued her whispered hiss, "I have no idea where I am, what day it is or who I'm getting married to."
Ann looked into her daughter's eyes and was about to say something but the look on her daughter's face told her that Kim was telling the truth.
She sighed and nodded, "Let's go get your father."
The organist was warming up as he took the stage. Over 1000 long years ago, that was how long it had been since they had first gone out. The Spirit Dance, it took him a while to recall that but now he remembered it as clear as day. She had asked him to it, looking like she was about to drop dead from the anxiety and here he was, about to marry her.
Josh made his way to the entered the sanctuary and slowly filed forward, pausing mid-walk to chat with his friends who had come for the ceremony.
He passed Jim and Tim Possible, both of whom were working on stringing up lights and some sound system for the wedding. The Tweebs made eye contact with Josh for a moment and the twins gave him a quick nod of approval before returning to their work.
Joshua Wendell Mankey reached his position on the stage and turned to face the audience that was still filing in to take their seats. It looked like half the world was waiting for this moment as the back of the Church was filled with news cameras from every major news organization in the world. Supposedly the broadcasting rights were around two million dollars, and that was just to get your name considered to broadcast what the news was referring to as the wedding of the millenia.
Josh rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself as he thought of the name for his wedding. For the media, this was a day for ratings.
For him, this was a day to love Kim.
"What are you laughing to yourself about?" the behemoth next to him murmured, his nine foot tall form barely contained in his custom designed tuxedo.
Josh shook his head, "Nothing Warhawk."
The Leader of Lowardia nodded and resumed his stoic gaze facing the audience.
"Well actually," Josh began, "was there this much..." he trailed off and gestured to the cameras, "craziness for your marriage-"
"Battlemate selection ceremony," the Lowardian corrected with a rumble.
"Battlemate selection ceremony to Warmonga?" Josh asked.
"Of course," Warhawk said quietly, "Back on Lowardia we killed those who did not support our union."
"Oh," Josh said quietly, not sure where to go with that.
"Publicly," Warhawk continued.
"Hmm," Josh murmured neutrally.
"Usually we draped their corpses-"
"Warhawk!" Josh hissed angrily as he glared at his best man...alien.
The Lowardian standing next to him laughed and Josh realized Warhawk was only trying to get a rise out of him, "just trying to take your mind off the stress that comes from these things."
"Was Warmonga stressed at your ceremony?" Josh asked.
The Lowardian chuckled and Josh saw his gaze flit to the nine foot tall green woman sitting in one of the pews talking idly with those sitting around her, "at a Battlemate Selection Ceremony the female chooses the male and we have no choice in the matter," he stopped and turned to Josh, "Kim has been Earth's ambassador to Lowardia for one thousand years and this is the first you've heard of the ceremony?"
Before Josh could answer movement caught his eye and all eyes traveled back to the far end of the sanctuary as James Possible and the Tweebs both got up and left. Whistling nervously to himself Josh stepped down from the stage even as more people filed in to the church.
Trying to clear his mind, Josh started walking after the departing men as he kept checking his watch, counting down the moments until the bachelor in him died. It was around the fifteenth time he checked his watch that he heard the voices. Loud and nervous voices and all were coming from Kim's dressing room.
Truth be told, James Possible had been expecting this. After all his Kimmy Cub was just like his wife and that meant she would freak out on her wedding day, but when he opened the door, even he wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him:
His daughter was seated in a chair with Monique fanning Kim while speaking in hushed tones to calm the bride.
Seeing his wife, James walked over and whispered in his wife's ear, "What's going on?"
Ann whispered back, "Kim just told me that she doesn't remember anything from the last ten years."
James looked at her in confusion before nodding to the Maid of Honor, "Did you ask Monique what they did last night?"
Ann nodded, "She won't say anything beyond they had a few drinks and they went back to Monique's loft," she took a breath, "Warhawk was with Josh on his party and apart from that we have nothing," she shook her head, "it's like Kim isn't Kim anymore," she looked at her daughter, "it's like someone threw a switch or something."
James nodded and pulled himself away from his wife to kneel by his daughter's side, his mechanical knee whirring softly as he knelt "Kimmy-Cub," he placed an arm on her softly, "You want to tell me what's going on?"
Kim looked up at the sound of her voice but didn't say anything as she saw her father kneeling next to her. It wasn't the head of gray hair that confused her, nor was it the glasses he now wore. Instead it was the metal left eye and the scar tissue covering the left side of his face.
Kim looked at her father in confusion, "D-dad?" she saw him nod, "Dad what happened to you?"
James looked confused for a moment, "Kimmy you were there when Sheldon's rocket exploded," he looked perplexed for a moment, "the only reason that you're here is because Ron jumped in that reactor..." he trailed off as he saw her gaze shatter at the mention of Ron.
James saw Kim struggle to put the pieces together before he whispered, "Kimberly Ann Possible," he saw her attention perk up, "What's going on?"
Kim took a deep breath before letting it out in defeat, "Dad, you're going to think that I'm crazy but..." she trailed off, "but I have no idea where I am or what's going on."
James sighed, "Kim it's a little bit late for you to be joking around, especially since you are getting married in two hours."
Kim looked taken aback, as if someone had just slapped her in the face, "Come again?"
James shook his head, "Kim, today is your wedding," he saw her shock grow, "I know you might be feeling jitters but-"
"Wait I'm getting married today?" she interrupted, "I know Ron and I just started dating today but seriously?" she looked around the room, "to me he kissed me good night and then I'm looking at myself in the mirror in a wedding dress?"
James looked confused, "Kimmy what day is it?"
Kim at her dress and looked back at her father, "Apparently it's my wedding day."
James shook his head and placed his hand on her shoulder, "To you what day was it?"
Kim replied without a pause, "April 8th, 2005."
James nodded, "And who is the President of the United States?"
"George W. Bush," Kim answered.
James nodded, "and who built the rocket powered scooter that night the diablos attacked?"
"You did," Kim answered without thinking, "Wait-what does that have anything to with this?"
Her father shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "Nothing but I just wanted to hear about how I saved the day."
Ann slapped her husband on the back of his head and he turned his cybernetic eye back upon his daughter.
"Kim..." James struggled with something, anything to say but as he looked at his daughter he saw the truth in her eyes. She was either telling the truth or pulling the biggest prank on her wedding day. James didn't want to consider the consequences of either path.
Unable to find anything to say, James just stood to his feet and slowly limped away from his daughter. Ann took his place and knelt next to Kim who was struggling not to cry, "I know it's not the custom for the groom to see the bride but you might as well bring in Ron," Kim sniffled as her makeup ran. To Kim the lights seemed to brighten and a high pitched ringing suddenly sounded in her ears, "He'll want to hear about this."
Ann looked up shocked at her husband who shook his head, No he mouthed.
This moment was not lost on Kim who asked flatly with just a hint of despair creeping into her tone, "Where is Ron?"
James Possible sighed and ran his hand through his silver hair, "Kim..." he took in a deep breath, "You honestly don't remember?"
"Remember what?" came the emotionless reply.
"Kim..." Ann said softly, "Ron's been dead for almost one thousand years."
"Kim..." James began before stopping in shock, "I need you to hold still."
Kim looked at her Father in confusion, "Dad?"
"Trust me," he said as his inner scientist took over.
James Possible's right eye had been taken by Sheldon Director over a thousand years ago and as a reward for his sacrifice, Global Science had given him a cybernetic eye. This eye not only allowed him to see, it also gave him a new way to see the world as the false eye carried a series of magnification and scanning tools to aid him in his laboratory.
His eye made a soft whirring noise as his iris retracted back into the cybernetic implant. At the same time his lens pushed out several inches towards Kim, magnifying his daughter down to an atomic level.
Kim jolted back in her chair but James put a hand on her shoulder, "relax Kim," he reassured, "I'm just scanning you, I did this at your check up last week."
"No you didn't," Kim argued as she openly stared at the eye, "last week my Father had both his eyes."
He didn't reply as James could hardly believe what his scan was telling him, "that's impossible," he whispered as he stood to his feet, his lens retracting back into his eye and the iris spinning back into place.
Ann turned to James with an expectant look, "What?"
James shook his head as he struggled to comprehend what his scan was telling him, "I need Betty Director now."
Ann nodded, "she was on the guest list."
James turned to Jim and Tim, "get Betty and tell her that I need her now."
Kim sat back in her chair and squeezed Monique's hand involuntarily even as a knock sounded at the door. James gave his daughter a look of confusion and wonder as he turned to open the door.
Kim couldn't see who her father was talking too but as she heard hushed whispers she pulled Monique in close, "Tell me this is all a bad dream Mo," she whispered, not caring if the sadness permeated her tone as the ringing in her ears approached unbearable.
Monique looked down at Kim and shook her head, "I'm sorry Kim," she took a deep breath as the lights continued to brighten for Kim, "I...I don't know what to say."
At the door James whispered to Josh as Jim and Tim slipped past them, "I don't know if it's cold feet or something much more serious but..." James' lie trailed off as he looked to Josh expectantly.
Josh took a step back and leaned against a wall for support, "I..." he searched for words, "She doesn't remember anything?" he asked in confusion.
James nodded, "I don't know what's going on," he looked to his wife at Kim's side, "Ann said Kim just changed all of a sudden."
Josh raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "Changed?"
James nodded, "Like someone threw a switch."
Josh nodded, "Do you think-"
"HELP!" Monique screamed as Kim suddenly toppled forward and clutched at her head as she landed on the ground in a heap.
Kim was used to pain. She was used to waking up with bruises and cuts, she was used to limping around for a day as she waited for a knee to heal. But this...this was something completely different. It felt like someone was taking a drill to her head and slowly boring their way into her skull.
She would have screamed but the pain simply refused to let her scream all energy was being directed at squeezing her head to stop the pain. She felt someone at her side, multiple hands pulling at her body. Her dress tore. The lace was ripped. A hand rocked her to a kneeling position. Kim looked up as her vision started to go white from too much light as a face cut through the white.
"Kim," Josh Mankey shouted, but to Kim he was whispering.
For her part Kim didn't scream or push him away but instead blinked once and whispered as her eyes rolled back, "Jump."
And then...
...it was all gone.
December 15th, 2015 A.D.
Minsk, Belarus
4:57 P.M.
Rain.
Sheets of rain drenched Kim's body as she crouched next to the bombed out building. In fact, the half wall she hid behind was the only real reminder that a building had once existed here.
Crack
Kim Possible looked up in confusion as lightning tore across the darkened sky.
Kim looked from the sky to the ground in shock as she took in the world around her. She was crouched in the middle of what looked to be the remains of a city. Piles of rubble marked the remains of buildings but Kim had no earthly idea where she was.
In fact, she couldn't even be sure she was still on Earth.
Turning her head, Kim saw what looked to be strings of barbed wire hanging from a scaffold but as the lightning faded she saw they were in fact bones. Bones of countless humans. Each skull from the largest to the tiniest bore the mark of a winged creature that vaguely resembled a bat and they swayed in the wind as they hung suspended for all to see.
Her eyes traveled up and she saw that there were rows upon rows of these skeletal markers and their twisted markings. Anything taller than fifteen feet held a grisly trophy and they clacked grotesquely in the wind. The rain continued to come down and only dripped down the bones before a final drop to the earthy mud.
Kim's shock forced her to look down to avoid throwing up but that presented her with a shock: her clothes.
Gone was the white wedding dress, in it's place: a black form fitting jumpsuit. In many ways it resembled her super suit back home but instead of twin neon versions of white and blue, this was black and brown with mottled gray thrown in for good measure. She felt something pressing on her right forearm and found a metal bracelet attached to her arm that refused to move despite how much she tugged at it.
BOOM
She leaned against the wall as the thunder nearly deafened her and she clutched her ears. Slowly the sound faded away until only the sound of the wind and rain could be heard. She pushed her back against the wall but a metallic clinking alerted her to the plate sized object strapped to her back. Grabbing at the object Kim pulled it out and gasped audibly as the object hummed and a countdown appeared in the center of the device.
Before Kim could contemplate the sudden and abrupt changes a hand broke through the wall with a crash. The titanic hand seized her neck, pulled her through the remnant of the wall even before the debris landed on the ground. The gun was tossed aside, lost in the scuffle and Kim heard the clacking of the plate as it shrank back to it's tiny size. A large boot suddenly stomped the countdown until it was nothing but dust.
A fist descended from the sky and pummeled Kim to near unconsciousness. As she struggled to stay awake, Kim squinted and saw that there was more than just one boots. There were hundreds.
A boot crunched the dirt mixed with debris next to Kim's head and she looked up through the rain and gasped as a man well over nine feet tall loomed over her. His reptilian skin was covered in olive scales and his yellow eyes shone with a ferocity Kim had not seen since Shego on that radio tower. His pointed ears glinted with the numerous piercings and on his chest was emblazoned the same markings as those on the skulls. His raven colored hair covered his pointed ears but it was clipped short and a red band covered his arm.
He spoke, his gravelly voice chilling Kim to the bone as he pointed at himself, "My name is Murtagg and you," he pointed a sausage sized finger at Kim, "are now a prisoner of the Fifth Legion of Lowardian Infantry," he pulled a hand held device from a pouch on his belt and held it over Kim's eye before pushing a button. For a second there was only a tiny whirring as the device scanned Kim's retina but the device blinked and whistled after the scan was completed.
A smile appeared on his face, "Lord Warhok and Lady Warmonga will be very pleased at this," he laughed, "They may even promote me."
He laughed uproariously and the hundreds of Lowardians behind him laughed as he hoisted Kim up with one hand and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"By the time they're done with you," he promised to Kim, "You're going to wish that I had killed you here."
He laughed a final time and slowly marched away with the rest of his men.
Kim was alive but for how long no one knew.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all characters belong to Disney.
Author's Note: Well I know you all will have a lot of questions and I can only say that all will be revealed later on. I'm going to try updating every other week until my work schedule and my class schedule line up. As is my policy, if you leave a review I will respond to you...unless you are an anonymous reviewer in which case I won't.
Special Thanks to Thomas Lindquist (Twinkies are amazing), temporaryinsanity91 (Wall-E was a very large inspiration), Sentinel-103 (Swamp land is very good ground to build a castle in), karenstern05 (Who's to say he hasn't gone insane?), CajunBear73 (Spoiler alert: in the upcoming chapters Ron meets up with a den of 73 bears), Darev (What happens next? Seriously dude?), Joe Stoppinghem (Sure Ron survive physically but the rest of him?), Mr. Wizard (Someone singing my praises is always welcome).
And a thanks goes out to all of you for constantly reading and reviewing this story. Leave a comment and I will get back to you. If there are any typos or grammar mistakes drop me a line and I'll do my best to fix them.
Oh and lastly: Because someone PM'd me, Gimokodan is the Philippines' version of the Underworld.
Until next time.
TRS