Type 00: Blood Bullet Faust


Chapter 18


by
milleniumenjimon


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TITLE: Type 00: Blood Bullet Faust

AUTHOR: milleniumenjimon

DISCLAIMER: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. All other Characters not related to Kim Possible belong to their respective owners and creators. Original and ideas Characters are the intellectual property of their respective authors.

SUMMARY: The eve of the final attack against the oganization Kim and Shego share a small moment of peace.

TYPE: Kim/Shego

RATING: US: R / DE: 16

Words: 1014


“What's the sitch?” Kim had been itching to do something, anything. “And please don't say you found a hideout of some super ego'ed mad man?”

“Well, not really but I have uncovered some kind of secret mind control emitting from a place in India.” Wade typed a few commands to bring up a picture of a studio, “I've pin pointed it to here, a independent set near Bollywood. From what I could gather it's mid-level security, a few guards here and there and a camera once in a while, you should be able to breeze through this.” Kim smiled, she told her parents about the mission before going off.

It was good to be back to normal, or at least her normal.


Normal, he often question why be it. But over the past few weeks he learn what “normal“ could mean, and frankly he was missing what he called normal. Just hanging out with Kim after missions, going to Bueno Taco and not constantly looking over his shoulder in fear of a new member of this “organization” that would want him or anyone else he knows dead.

At the moment, he was at Tara's house comforting the poor blonde after a sever mental breakdown. He was just leaving her in her parents's care when his Kimmunicator began to beep, it was Kim.

“KP?” He was a little lost, it has been a while since he received a call from Kim. “What's up?”

“Got a mind control signal in India,” she said. “Want to come?”

Ron brighten up but than he sighed inwardly, “I would love to Kim but, I just had to deal with some serious stuff and I have plans with my family I can't really cancel.”

“That's alright,” she said. “I understand, this should be very simple mission anyway, good luck.”

“Yeah, I need some.” Ron looked up at Tara's window, when he came to pick up her notes for math class she was so close to committing suicide; he turn off the Kimmunicator.
So does she.


India.

She waved to the driver, she was smiling while taking her steps into row of the independent film studios. The cloak that was wrapped about her loosely fluttered in the wind, she had Wade send a last minute application as a dancer to the “boss” of this place and now she was going to be interviewed by him.

She looked up at the miniature satellite dish sitting on the corner, the obvious route would be to smash it into pieces and leave instead of all this song and dance (no pun intended.) Kim knew that was a temporary solution, the key is to find whatever deceive that's causing this and destroy it.
She enter the lobby, which was small with bits of clutter on the desk in the corner with a few posters of very cheaply done movies. There was a woman waiting for her, she appeared to be in her mid twenties and of Hindu decent. She wore a very well cut business suit with her long hair done into a sloppy ponytail, “hello. I am the director of this studio, are you Rachel Fatel?”

“Yes, I came from America but when I heard you were making a new movie I couldn't help but get here right away.” Kim played her bubble personality card, it's one of her many traits while undercover.

“Well,” the woman open the door. “Please come this way, now I must ask how are you at acting in spy films?” Kim didn't like where this was going, she was right when she felt something sharp trying to poke into her back. The woman smiled coldly, “because you're in a situation like that.”

“Okay, let's go through the whole this is why I'm taking over the world bit,” Kim rolled her eyes. “I'm a very busy girl here.”

“Right, right. Well the fast version of my story is basically I'm a feminist, I'm tired of being treated like a hunk of trash when a less qualified man gets more breaks than me. I was only casted do to my body, not my brains.”

“Right, well how are you doing this?”

“Well that's easy,” the woman gestured for Kim to follow. It was hard to decline as her capturers poked into the small of her back, walking down the hall where a room sat. A room filled with equipment of various types, each monitoring a special signal that's being sent out through the satellite dish outside. “I'm assuming that you have dealt with this type of hypnosis I'll skip that and get the point, I have encoded several broadcast being sent out, the people being effected by my little spell will than expose it other and so forth and so forth.”
She picked up a few jacks to set up a speaker, “and the best part I programmed it so I am immune to my signal so I can expose it to any would be hero.”

Turning to Kim she smiled, “any last words of free will?”

“Yes, can you be any more predictable?” Kim's eyes widen as she heard the voice, they were close to dinner plate when a sharp pain penetrate her stomach.

Violet!

The woman was wobbling about, Kim felt a serge of bile going up in her throat. The woman's body walked over to the control panel while her head landed in a swivel chair. She couldn't hold much down as something slip out of her mouth, it was metallic tasting and rarely tasted.

“You're bleeding,” Violet smiled after pushing her claws deeper into Kim's stomach. “From the inside, which must suck.”

Kim spat in her former's friend's face, speckles of redness sprayed on her pale skin. That worried her, she knew this was very severe; if she didn't pull out of this situation now and go for a hospital. She'll die, Kim's eyes became misty as Violet, or the creature that has taken Violet's form, pulled out her claw to arch back.

The next target was her throat, she couldn't defend herself fast enough.


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