I do NOT own Kim Possible

A girl saves the world over and over during her high school years. Yet at the end of that she still isn't hounded by reporters? Obviously it's not only Ron who doesn't get much credit by the world at large for saving the world. Kim doesn't either. The way I see it they went somewhere, saved the world, then went back home. At the most Kim would have been interviewed as a bystander when something weird happened. A report of giant robots appearing, hey lets interview that girl. Giant cockroaches, hey lets interview that girl. That's all you would see in the newspapers about her.

Time: A little under a week after the previous chapter.

The Morning Starts,... Kim and Jenny,... Shego and Jenny,... Ron and Jenny

The library was crowded. That was good. Even the something inside her knew she couldn't just start butchering when there were hundreds of people around. Not that it didn't make the need burn within her. Even if it couldn't have fun with the others it could have fun with her. So she sat at the library terminal, biting her lip, trying to suppress the need.

Getting access had been easy. First the library card. The librarian had wrinkled her nose and pushed the paperwork across to her. She had been in such a hurry to get clear of the stink she hadn't even asked for identification. The woman couldn't be blamed for her reaction. There was nowhere where she could bathe and even brushing her teeth had been out. Two weeks of eating raw rat flesh created quite an impressionable odor.

It was a wonder she had been allowed into the place at all. It was probably the way she looked. Her clothes didn't fit quite right and must seem odd. Her skin looked weird. The burns were practically healed but it still looked horrible. Her hair had grown maybe an inch since it had been burned off. She figured the people around her were either disgusted, or frightened. Both were proper responses to her, in her opinion.

She wondered what to search for. She had been so busy hunting rats and trying to think of an explanation for not having identification she hadn't bothered with the second step. What she would do once she had computer access. The file she had seen had mentioned Middleton a number of times. That she decided should be a part of the search phrase. The girl's name and address hadn't been mentioned in the file. Probably for privacy reason should the file be hacked into. But her 'missions' often mentioned the city.

She typed in 'Middleton weird events' and hit return. There were a lot of hits. It seemed quite a few strange things happened in Middleton. For example, a swarm of giant robots had rampaged through the city just three years ago. She opened the link. The robots were tall, maybe fifteen feet, and looked very realistic. She wondered if maybe it had been part of stunt for a movie. There was no way tens of thousands of robots that size could just appear and then an hour later disappear. There was some talk of dolls that looked like the robots, but nothing concrete. The something inside her stirred as she looked at the robots.

She opened another link reporting the same event. The girl was there. From the description in the file it had to be her. As was another woman. She stood with the girl on top of some robots using some sort of gun. Whatever the gun was it seemed powerful. Powerful enough to take down the fifteen foot tall robots at least. One was in the middle of exploding. She felt a new sensation from the something inside her. Wonder. Puzzlement. She didn't know what that meant. She had only ever felt the need before. And the sick joy that came with satisfying that need. This was new. She wondered what it meant.

She turned back to the terminal and read the article. A name was given. Kim Possible. The reporter had wondered too if it was a stunt for a movie.

Out of curiosity she hit the next link. The something inside her felt as though it was twisting around. Like she was going to to be ripped apart. The need to hurt vanished as her eyes were focused by it onto the monitor, to a picture of some strange machine. It didn't look like anything she'd ever seen before. But obviously the something inside her recognized it. She read the article. It talked of an attack on the world by some villain. A thousand machines had appeared and started to slowly demolish buildings. There had been some disruption of services and some mild panic. Food prices had been high for a few months. But nothing major. Afterwards there had even been a small economic boom due to the need to rebuild the destroyed buildings.

She hit more of the links and scanned them. One of the machines was shown being airlifted away by an helicopter. Disbelief overcame her. The something inside her twisted again. It didn't like that picture. It didn't believe the picture could be real. She nearly smiled. She liked that the something could be shocked.

"Your time is nearly up."

The voice came from her left. It was the librarian speaking, keeping a good ten feet from her. She nodded to indicate she had heard. She hurried and typed in the phrase "kim possible' and hit return. She scanned the results and found an address. The woman was attending college in Upperton.

She stood and left the terminal. It was nice for once to walk among people and not feel the need. The something inside her was too shocked at the moment to care. She wondered if it would allow her commit suicide. Somehow she thought it would take notice of that. She sighed. Too bad.

Kim stood in the gym taking punch after punch at the punching bag. She was the only person in the room. It was always empty at lunch time and she usually took the time to burn off some extra energy. Sitting around in a chair for most of the morning somehow seemed harder than it had back in high school. Maybe because here she rarely had anyone to talk to. Mark was at the Dojo and Ron rarely came to class. Monique was in Paris. It was lonesome. She punched the bag, stepped back, then leaped up and kicked it.

She studied the woman as she danced around the punching bag. She was fast, and strong, but not anything out of the ordinary. She wondered if the woman was like her after all. The something inside her said no, but it was confused. And now that the shock had worn off she felt the need again. The woman was going to get hurt. Badly so. Her hair was pretty, red like that. It reminded her of her best friend all those years ago. She sighed. She didn't think the woman would be able to kill her. Too bad.

Kim became aware of the girl watching her. She blinked as realization stuck her. The face was still scarred from the burns and the hair was short, but it was one of the girls who had been like her. Jenny Calworth. She looked around for her bag. It was more than twenty feet away, to her left. She headed towards it but the girl blocked her.

"You're Kim Possible?" She asked.

Kim nodded. "And you're Jenny Calworth?" Her eyes didn't move from the bag. Her Kimmunicator was in it.

She blinked. It had been so long since she'd heard that name. Two years. Since she'd tortured her own family and ran away from home. She didn't like hearing it. It reminded her of what she'd done. Of what she was. A monster. She shrugged.

Kim eyed the bag behind the girl. She'd seen the files on the three girls. Faster and stronger than she was. At least that was the opinion of those who had encountered the three. She'd talked with her mother. There had been something foreign in her DNA. Her mother had had it removed. She refused to say how, except to tell Kim that she was a hundred percent human. The girl who now stood in front of her wasn't a hundred percent human. And that difference, whatever it was, made her stronger and faster.

"You know who I am. How?" Jenny asked.

"I've seen a file on you, and two others like you." Kim answered. "How did you know about me?" She asked in return.

"I saw a file. When I got out of that place."

"You mean the Global Justice base?" Kim asked.

"I guess. That name, Global Justice, was in the file I read." Jenny studied the woman. She might have the answers and the something inside wasn't stopping her. Eventually it would want her to hurt, and then kill, the woman. But for now it too wanted answers.

"You were once like me?" She asked the question and couldn't keep the anger out of her voice. The woman before her had never felt the need. She could tell that. It made her angry. What she'd done to all those people. To her family. But this person had never had to experience any of that.

"Once. Before I was born."

"How?"

Kim didn't need to ask to know what the girl meant. "I was modified once. But the changes were detected. I was modified again to fix the changes. Most of them anyway. Anything alien in my DNA was removed."

Jenny felt the something inside her recoil in shock. She ignored it. "Alien?"

"Wasn't it in the file you read?" Kim asked.

"No. It just mentioned you in a file along with me and two others. It didn't even give our names. Just a history of what we'd done and a description. You were different. We killed. You saved. It said something about being modified, but not by whom."

"The Lorwardians." Kim answered.

She felt the something struggle with the shock. That name had struck a chord with it. "Who?" She asked.

"Good question." Kim eyed her bag behind the girl. "Not from this world?"

"Real aliens?"

Kim could tell the girl didn't believe her. She shrugged. "Yeah. I was pretty surprised myself when I leaned aliens were real. Not to mention that I was changed by them."

"I don't believe you! Why won't you tell me why you aren't a monster like I am?" She yelled this at the woman who was trying to get her to believe such nonsense. She might be fourteen and she might be crazy, but she wasn't stupid.

"I was on one of their ships." Kim answered.

The something inside the girl went silent at this. It was beyond shock. It, Jenny realized, believed those words. She didn't know what to say either. Aliens? It seemed crazy. As crazy as she was. She wondered what to ask next. "Why?" Was the question that came to mind.

"We're not sure." Kim admitted. "They're not like humans. They like to see other creatures suffer. We're guessing that's why they modified us. But it's only a guess. There are other theories. Too little information to go on." She studied the girl in front of her. "Why do you maim people?" She asked.

The girl thought. The something was in too much shock to stop her from answering the question. "Because of the need. Something inside me needs to make things suffer. But it also makes me sick. I wish they had killed me, not just put me in that place."

Kim gulped. The despair in the girl's voice was enough to send a shudder through her body. "Come back with me. To that base. They know more about them now. Maybe enough to help you." She offered.

"It won't let me."

"It?" Kim asked.

"The something inside. All it wants is to hurt people. It won't even let me die?"

Kim stared at the girl. That she really wanted to die was undeniable. That she would give anything for death.

"What happened to the aliens?" Jenny blinked. She hadn't meant to ask that question. The something inside her had asked it.

Kim took notice of the change in the voice. Something about the girl had changed. She studied her without answering the question. She realized they knew little about how the aliens had modified them. What the modifications were really for. She decided not to answer the question.

She looked at the woman's thoughtful expression and realized the answers were over. That the woman had decided more talking might not be good. The something inside her realized the same. The need overcame her and she charged.

Kim saw the change in stance and in the split second considered her options. The girl was faster. Stronger. Almost by reflex she stepped into the attack hoping take the her by surprise while she was committed to her own attack. To strike a first crippling blow. Her longer reach worked to her advantage. Her fingers thrust into the girl's solar plexus hard enough it should have left her on the ground gasping for breath. The girl's own blow was halfway aborted by the attack, grazing her side rather than smashing ribs.

The girl felt herself fly through the air. She felt the pain but it didn't really register. She rolled as she hit the ground and was on her feet before the woman could continue her attack. She wasn't able to breathe but at the moment it wasn't important. She would have time to get her breath back before lack of oxygen became serious. She cursed the fact the woman hadn't kill her. If she had struck for the throat hard enough... If only...

Kim tried to continue her attack but the girl was ready. She dodged and moved in closer. Her hand struck and Kim felt pain in her side. Her ribs were hurting, but not broken. It felt like her side had been slashed by a knife. Something warm was running down her side. Kim recalled the slashes that had covered Miranda's body.

She moved in and struck the woman time and time again. The woman was fast, and she had good defenses. She blocked nearly all the blows. But not all. The something inside drove her and she kept up the attack.

Kim backed back. She was being overwhelmed. She was blocking most of the blows but still had several gashes on her body and face. And when she blocked it was nearly as bad as letting the attack through. The girl was sometimes feinting, and the blows became slashes that was cutting the skin on her arms to ribbons. She was being played with. When she could no longer fight... Kim gulped. She had seen the people at the base. And Dr. Betty Director had refused to tell her more about the girls' victims. That told Kim it was bad. She ignored the attack to launch several of her own. Her opponent dodged and the one that did land didn't seem to do anything. Vaguely she heard a ringing sound come from her bag. Her cellphone.

The girl wept at the bloody mess that stood in front of her. The woman was fast and strong. If only she had made that first attack count. She moved in and slashed at the bloody mess again and again with her fingernails. The ones her mother had always complained were so hard to cut.

Shego fumed. She had ten agents to cover all of the Middleton area. Knowing it was useless to try and search the entire city again and again as the Diablo dolls were moved in and out of the city she had split them into two groups. The first group had one agent at each of the two major roads leading through the city, an agent at the road leading to the docks, one at the airport, and one at the landfill where the city sent its garbage. But those agents couldn't work twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. They could only stand guard at those locations during the busiest times of the week. And even then the scanners weren't quite good enough to make sure the areas were covered. Still, those agents caught more of the Diablos than the other five did. That five did nothing but walk and walk and walk... It was futile.

If only she'd been allowed to create automatic sensors to leave in those places. The Buffoon could make something like that in his sleep. So could the nerdling. But that would require leaving Global Justice technology unattended all over the place. That was a no no. Or if they were allowed to actually activate the Diablos. Then they could be rounded up. But then the villains would be able to spot them with ease as well They would get tens of thousands before Global Justice could round them all up. Again that was a no no.

The communicator at her side beeped. "What?" She snapped at the agent who dared interrupt her when she was fuming.

"Hrmm. Sorry to interrupt." Melissa's voice came over the communicator.

"Sorry for snapping." Shego told the woman. "Was just wishing we were allowed the resources to actually get these things."

"No problem. I find myself snapping at people all the time when I think about it." Melissa answered.

"Anyway, what is it? More five year old kids who don't want to give up their toy?"

"No. We've spotted one of the people we were told to be on the lookout for." Melissa informed her.

"What? Where at?" Shego immediately snapped out of her funk. She hopped aboard her hovercraft.

"At Upperton College."

"Damn!" Shego couldn't help saying.

"Should we relocate to the college?" Melissa asked.

Shego thought on it. "You still have her in sight?" She set the controls to take her to the college.

"No. She was moving too fast for the agent to keep up."

"Relocate there but don't try to intercept her. Just scout the area and try to locate her." She pulled out her cellphone and tried to call Princess. Kim, she reminded herself, not Princess. There was no answer. She phoned Wade and told him to locate her Kimmunicator. It took him five seconds before he reported back that she was at the gym. Shego had a bad feeling about this. In class the redhead might have her cellphone turned off, but not at the gym. She asked Wade to beep her Kimmunicator. He reported back that she wasn't answering. Shego cursed.

"Which one is it?" She asked Melissa.

"Blonde hair, so we think Jenny. She didn't look much like her picture."

"Report it in to Dr. Betty Director." Shego ordered.

"To..." The woman paused.

"Yes. To her."

"Okay." Melissa answered. Dr. Betty Director was the head of Global Justice. She'd never had to report anything directly to her since joining. Had never expected to.

Shego tried Kim's cellphone again. No answer. She called Wade and told him to report the situation to the Buffoon. She landed the hovercraft outside the gym and raced inside.

Jenny watched the bloody mass in front of her try to fight back. It was futile. She reach out and drove another strike at the woman. She turned it into a slash as her opponent tried to block the attack. She felt her fingernails slice more skin from Kim Possible's arm. The need drove her and she wept. The something inside her enjoyed both her pain and that of the redhead's.

Then the door of the gym slammed open. The something inside her stirred. It wanted the woman to feel pain but it also wanted her to die. Jenny blinked as the need changed from hurt to kill. The something had never done that before. It had always milked the most pain it could get out of anything she hurt. Even when it meant leaving them alive. At least she won't suffer long, Jenny thought to herself. She slashed at the Kim Possible's throat.

Pain hit her. She was picked up and thrown halfway across the room. She rolled to her feet and turned to face the new threat. Her nearly healed skin was black with burns again. The woman, the only one other than her and Kim Possible who was in the room, was still beside the door. Not nearly close enough to have hit her. She wondered at that. She looked at Kim Possible. She was on the floor. The last strike had been interrupted but there was blood bubbling up from the slash in her throat. She would die soon unless she got to a hospital. She moved to finish her off.

Shego tossed plasma at the girl fighting Kim by instinct. It caught her unaware and tossed her across the room, but she was rolling and getting to her feet. It should have knocked her out for an hour. Kim, she noted, was in immediate need of an hospital. As the girl ran for Kim again she threw more plasma, forcing her opponent to flinched to one side. The plasma barely brushed her. Though it did stopped her attack on Kim. Shego upped the level of the plasma a little. She had to be careful. Given Kim's condition the plasma would kill the redhead if it hit her.

Jenny flinched as something erupted from the woman's hands and flew across the room at her. Plasma? But how? The woman wasn't carrying anything that could throw plasma. The something inside her was astonished too. She hoped the woman could kill her. Then need to kill overtook her and she rushed the woman. More plasma came but it moved slow, she could dodge it. Then she was in close and her hand slammed into her opponent's chest. She had expected to feel her ribcage collapse. Not only didn't she feel that but the woman stood up from where she had been thrown.

Shego took the blow to her chest. It hurt but no major damage was done. She flipped to her feet and lit her hands again. She wished she could go full out. That would finish the fight. But this wasn't a lair. There were students all around, somewhere behind those walls. The level of plasma she could use was limited by that. Blasting through the walls was out. That meant low level only. She sighed. Her major advantage was denied her. And with Kim bleeding like that there wasn't much time to waste.

She charged the woman again as she got to her feet. The plasma came at her, once more slow enough to dodge. She drove her fingers at the woman's throat, hoping to kill her swiftly. The woman wasn't as fast as she was, but her reflexes were well honed. The attack missed. And it had been a trap.

Shego recalled fighting Warmonga. The sheer speed the alien had had. The girl had that sort of speed. Long range plasma throwing just wasn't going to cut it. But then the girl was charging once again. She waited and let her get close, tossing only a little plasma. Then when her opponent was committed to her attack she upped the level a little and threw it at her. She felt the fingernails brush her throat. Another inch and she would have had her throat cut. The teenager was flung backwards. Once again she should have been knocked out for an hour. Instead she got to her feet.

She was badly burned again. She would have expected the something inside her to be happy at that. For it to be enjoying her pain. Instead there was fear. The something, it seemed, could feel fear. She rushed the woman once more. This time she knew what to expect. She dodged the plasma and made to slash her throat. Instead, at the last second, she put out her fight foot and pivoted around it. Striking at the woman's back. Her hand struck her opponent's neck and it should have broke. It didn't.

Shego watched as the girl slipped around her. The mis-aimed plasma flew across the room, thankfully nowhere close to Kim. She felt the strike across her neck. It hurt but once again her bones held against the blow. Barely. She knew the girl would try striking again. She flared the plasma around her. She couldn't throw high level plasma but that didn't mean she couldn't use it as a shield. The floor around her feet hissed and above her the ceiling began to burn. Her flesh burned a little but that was okay.

The neck didn't break as it should but she was faster than the woman. A lot faster. She pivoted again to keep herself behind her and struck once more. This time a slash that should have opened her opponent's flesh from her neck to her waist. Instead she found herself staring into an inferno and the hand she'd slashed with was engulfed in the flames. She flipped backwards, out of the way, and considered the situation. She could see bones through the charred flesh of her fingers. The fingernails were gone.

Shego let the plasma around her fade. She would use it when the girl was close to prevent being hit, but she couldn't use it when throwing plasma. It would go through who knew how many walls and kill who knew how many students. She looked at Kim. Still alive. She looked back to the girl. Stalemate. The girl couldn't kill her and her plasma at this level was too slow to hit the girl. She would have been fine with that if not for Kim dying in front of her eyes.

Jenny considered the situation. Approaching the woman was suicidal. She would have been fine with that. The something inside her wasn't. She rushed Kim Possible again. She dodged the plasma and was almost withing reach when the woman was there. Standing guard over the dying redhead. She swerved and moved out of range. Then she realized the woman couldn't move from that position. If she did then the person she was guarding would die. And if she didn't then... She wondered what would happen to the dying redhead if the woman was to use her plasma as a shield while standing over her.

Shego realized her weakness had been discovered. The girl went on the attack and struck from behind again and again. Not only couldn't she moved from her position between the teenager and Kim but she had to focus on defending the redhead from the girl's attacks. The tide of the battle had turned.

She stood back and watched the bleeding woman. She only had one hand to slash with now, but it was enough. Blood was flowing over her opponent. She wasn't sure but she might have got one of her eyes. There was too much blood covering it to tell for sure. Still, she was standing and her movements hadn't slowed. She was tough. She moved in close, ignoring the pain of her own wounds, to strike again and again. She struck at the neck for the third time. This time she felt something break, and the woman fell to the floor.

Ron worked on a machine. Wade was on a large monitor watching him. The project, called the Scalpel, looked a lot like a weird contraption from an old sci-fi movie. It had wheels so it could be moved, a very thick cord to supply power, a half dozen monitors with two seats along with keyboards, and a movable section on an arm that had six one-meter long rods pointing out of it. Actually, Ron thought, it looks weirder than anything out of a sci-fi movie. The device was exactly what its name claimed it to be, a scalpel. A scalpel accurate enough to penetrate a human body and target a single cell without leaving a single mark on the skin.

The one-meter rods were actually small, but powerful, particle accelerators. They used subatomic particles that would ordinarily penetrate a human body without any affect at all. However the machine accelerated six of those particles on a collision course. When they collided they underwent fusion, releasing enough energy to destroy whatever cell they were in. If even one particle was mis-aimed then the collision was a dud. It did nothing. The particles would just pass through the body.

The version they were working on would be capable of ten million pulses per second. Eventually it would allow surgeons to work inside the human body with much more precision than an old fashion scalpel could. It would revolutionize surgery.

"Ron." Wade spoke.

He looked up from his position on the floor. "Yeah Wade?"

"Shego called asking me to find Kim. She's not answering her cellphone or the Kimmunicator. And one of the modified girls, Jenny, has been spotted in the area."

Ron rose to his feet immediately. Get me a ride now Wade." He ordered.

"Head for the jets. One will be ready by the time you get there."

Ron ran.

She gasped for breath, falling to her knees. The strange woman whose bones were so strong was at her feet. There was no way she could move with her neck broken. All she had to do now was to finish off Kim Possible. The something inside demanded death, not torture. She watched the blood bubbling up through the cut in the throat of the one she'd been ordered to kill. Somehow the woman was managing to stay alive. She stood and stumbled to where a pool of blood was forming around the fallen redhead. She had hoped one of them would kill her but it wasn't to be. She wept and raised her good hand, the one that still had fingernails on it. A shock hit her in the back and she nearly fell unconscious. She aborted her attack and rolled out of the way to face her new attacker.

Melissa had followed ordered. She had reported to Dr. Betty Director, for the first time ever, and then gathered her agents at the college where she ordered a search for Jenny Calworth. That done she had decided to contact Shego once more. There had been no answer. In three years the woman had never failed to answer her communicator while on the job. She had thought for a second and turned on the tracking feature only to find the woman was less than two hundred feet away.

She had arrived in time to see her boss on the floor with a broken neck and the girl they had been looking for about to finish slashing Kim Possible's already badly cut throat. She had immediately tried to shock the girl with her watch. Luckily it had hit. Unfortunately it didn't stop the girl who rolled out of the way and got to her feet. She charged and Melissa knew she was going to die. She had no hope against anything that could handle both Kim Possible and Shego.

She charge the woman with the weird watch. The one that seemed to be some sort of taser. She was slow. normal, not like the other two she had fought. Fortunately the something inside her demanded death, not torture. The woman would die quickly. Jenny knew that was merciful. The something inside could have demanded worse.

Then another person was behind the woman. She knew immediately he wasn't normal. He met her charge and she felt her ribs crack. Briefly darkness closed in around her and she knew death was close. Then the darkness faded and she was lying on the floor more than thirty feet from where she'd been. She'd felt joy. It flooded her body and overwhelmed her. He was the one. The one that would kill her. The something would demand she continue the fight and he would kill her. She was wrong. Only fear came from the something and she fled, weeping at the lost chance.

Ron smashed the blonde haired girl out of the way. He only vaguely took note of her flying through the air. His eyes were focused on Shego and Kim. He noted the broken neck and the slashed throat. "Don't move Shego." He ordered. Then, noting the girl had fled, he picked up Kim and ran for the jet. Wade had been clairvoyant this time. He had had two medical personnel come along for the trip. They went to work on Kim immediately. Ron set the autopilot to take the jet back to the Middleton base at the maximum possible speed it would allow above a populated area. He jumped out and watched the craft take off.

In less than a minute from the time he had rushed out with Kim he was back in the gym. Melissa had obeyed orders and had not touched Shego, though she was standing over her speaking into a communicator.

He knelt beside the comet powered woman and studied her broken neck. "You have a team here?" He asked Melissa.

Melissa nodded. She wondered how he could be so calm with Shego laying there with her neck broke.

"Tell them not to attack the girl. She'll kill them. If you got a jet then get it close to here and have them bring in a stretcher from it."

She followed orders. Soon two agent rushed in with the stretcher. They moved her boss with extreme care. She swallowed. Global Justice medicine was good but ...

Ron heard the woman swallow and looked up. He realized what she must be thinking. "Don't worry. She'll be fine. It will take some time but as injuries go it's nothing major for her."

"But..." Melissa looked at the woman's neck.

"She can heal nerve damage as easy as any other type of injury."

"Oh... And Kim?"

"There were two medics in the jet I came on. They're looking after her. She'll be fine too... I hope..."

They got Shego aboard the jet Shego's team had been using and were soon at the Middleton Global Justice base.

An hour later Shego was in a hospital bed with her neck in a brace. It was the only thing they did for her other than fluid through an IV. Her body would heal itself given enough time. No vital nerves had been severed, or if so they had already healed. Her heart and lungs were working. In twenty-four hours she would be fine. In forty-eight she would be released.

Kim it seemed would require a bit more time. While her lungs had had a lot of blood in them she had managed to get enough oxygen to prevent brain damage. Surgeons had went to work on her throat and emerged two hours later to report she would be released in a week. The slashes would heal in a few days.

Despite knowing they would probably be okay Ron had sank to his knees in relief at the news. So had the crowd that had gathered around to wait with him. Mark, Melissa, and Miranda, along with Mrs. Dr. P and Mr. Dr. P. Wade was watching from a nearby monitor and Jim and Tim were on the phone the whole time waiting.

She huddled in another abandoned building. She was filled with pain. Usually the something would have loved that. This time she just felt fear from it. She thought that probably meant if she died then it died. And it was afraid of death. Despite the pain that knowledge made her happy. There were people hunting her now. The one who had once been like her would heal. She had still been breathing when she'd fled. The people around her would have gotten her to an hospital. And the woman whose skin was slightly green? She didn't think she would even need an hospital. Her eyes had been moving even after her neck had been broken. There had been no fear in them. She would heal too. And then there was the man. The one who had broken her ribs. The three of them would hunt her.

The something stirred and she rose to hunt rats. It wouldn't let her die, even in its frightened state. And even it knew she was close to death. That she needed food. So she ran through the building and hunted rats again. But this time she killed them quickly. The something was too afraid to demand they suffer. As she hunted she thought of what she'd been told. She wondered what she would have been like if the aliens had not altered her.

End of Chapter.

At least between the three of them they forced one of the modified girls to retreat. Still, they took quite a bit damage in the process.