Time index: 1:30am US Eastern
Location: The White House, Washington D.C.
Bill polished lovingly on his autographed sax as he waited for his wife to return from the emergency conference to which she had been summoned. He was used to such from his time in the seat she now occupied, the special elections caught the world at large by surprise but when Hillary took the vote by such a large margin, he couldn’t help smiling like the oaf he was oft portrayed as by some members of the media. Hearing the door brush against the plush carpet he turned expecting to see his wife enter all smiles and cheerful only to be greeted by a team of the secret service, then a team from G.J. followed finally by his wife looking utterly defeated. “What’s wrong Hillary?”
Hillary Rodham Clinton looked to her husband, this would be hard on him she knew. The report she received nearly broke her and she hadn’t shared the same easy rapport with the people she would be discussing as he. “Bill … Dr. Director … Betty … and Team Possible … they … they’re … gone.” The only sound she heard was that of a very valuable saxophone hitting the floor. A moment later her husband was there wrapping his arms around her as they both lost themselves in grief. In a single fell swoop the most notable covert agent and the best crime fighting force the world had ever seen, their friends, had been taken from them, just when it seemed they had the fight won.
Kim lay for a long moment in complete stillness, her head was pounding something fierce which, while agonizing in new and unimaginable ways, came as a relief. She was pretty sure if she were dead then she wouldn’t be hurting this bad, or at the very least if she were dead, she would be hurting far worse. At least that was what all the religious types kept insisting would happen if you died and were sent to the bad place. She had no idea how long she lay there before becoming aware of herself again but she guessed it had been a while, her clothes were damp though she wasn’t hot or sweaty, she felt a cool breeze which indicated she wasn’t where she had been when the fight started. Cool breezes were few and far between when you were that deep underground. Daring to risk further antagonizing the thrumming between her ears Kim Possible cracked an eye open. To her amazement and despair the bright moon hanging in the night sky overhead confirmed her fears; wherever she was it was far removed from the subterranean lair of the renegade group W.E.E.
Memories of the moments leading up to the blackness flooded her mind overpowering even the misery the pounding in her ears induced. She remembered seeing Wade and Monique rushing to one side of the chamber, Ron was foolishly taking on Drakken and Dementor, Dr. Director and Agent Du were at the far side of the device and she was fighting a sullen, less than enthusiastic Shego. SHEGO! Moving far faster than was smart she sat up and looked around, when the device exploded, she and Shego had been bathed in the deathly strong force it flooded the room with. She could still hear the sound of Shego’s scream ringing in her ears. Doubling over shortly after her ill-advised motion, her eyes came to rest on the familiar black and green of Shego’s uniform but something was odd, it took her a few minutes to clear her vision enough to make her eyes focus properly and when she did she wished she hadn’t. Judging from the loose way the normally form fitting uniform Shego wore now draped over her nemesis the affects of whatever they had been hit with had likely disfigured the exotic green fighter.
Kim forced down the churning in her stomach willing herself strong, she prayed that her arch foe was at least still alive; anything else could be handled, but if the older woman were dead, Kim didn’t know how she would react. Ignoring the queasy gurgling sounds her upset system was making, Kim crawled towards the figure laying a scant few yards away, she made note Shego’s hair seemed much shorter than she recalled and the body under the uniform appeared ‘human’ which she counted as a small miracle. “Sh…” her voice cracked as she tried to call out her foes name. Wetting her lips, she tried again managing to squeak out, “Shego … Shego are you ok?” Her hand trembled as she gripped Shego’s shoulder, unsure if she wanted to know but unable to stop herself, Kim gently tugged and Shego rolled over onto her back drawing a stunned, frightful squeal from the red haired hero. Shego was not malformed as far as Kim could tell, but something had indeed happened. Shego looked to be a decade or so younger than Kim knew her to be.
Another breeze assailed her sending shivers down her spine, the temperature was dropping rapidly and both she and Shego were soaked. Kim cast around trying to spot anything that could be used as shelter from the wind that was getting considerably colder as the night drew on. She could make out a stand of trees not far away and decided to chance dragging Shego closer, not only would it get them out of the cold wind, but it would provide a means to get a fire going. She would worry about dangerous predators later, getting a source of heat was a priority.
Her head was still complaining, more so in fact now that she was moving, but survival for herself and the still unconscious Shego meant she had to endure the pain and carry on. Careful not to jostle the woman she was trying to help too much, Kim grabbed at the slackened shoulders of Shego’s uniform and gently pulled her across the grassy field. After what seemed an eternity of misery, they were in the lee of the forest, sheltered from the worst of the winds, but not so far into the trees that she couldn’t see the sky overhead. Being cut off from the constant navigational aides dancing across the heavens was the last thing Kim wanted even though she sought shelter from the openness of the field she woke in.
After a brief check to make sure Shego didn’t have any obvious external injuries, Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator and set it to run the baseline bio-scan Wade had programmed into the device. She checked herself over with it, knowing that she had no injuries of note. She wasn’t entirely sure what differences there might be between herself and Shego, but she knew that Shego was essentially human with perks. The bio-scan of Shego confirmed her guess showing Shego as human, not that she was expecting anything less, nor did it show the older woman to have any apparent injuries internally. Sighing with great relief, Kim pocketed the unit and began the job of collecting materials to make a fire. It only took her a few minutes before she had enough to get at least a small fire going with which she could warm herself and Shego up with, once assembled into the appropriate pile Kim dug through her pockets until she found her laser lipstick and used its lethal beam to serve as an optical match. Once the fire was going well and she managed to get Shego close enough to warm up, Kim stood and began hunting for more materials to feed the fire. She had no idea what time it was or how long they were likely to be stuck wherever they were so she planned to stock pile as much flammable material and tinder as she could. It was another hour before she allowed herself to sit and recover in the warmth of the small inferno she crafted. She would never complain about those basic survival courses her parents insisted on ever again.
Once she was sufficiently warmed she dug through her side pocket fishing out the emergency kit she kept with her when ‘on mission’ thankful for the extra mylar foil blankets she packed along with the larger one the kit came stocked with. Carefully unfolding one of the ultra-thin blankets, she wrapped Shego in it before wrapping another around her shoulders and tucking the loose edges under her legs. She knew the blankets worked best when used somewhat differently but she was unwilling to shed her clothing and couldn’t bring herself to remove Shego’s. She was lucky to have made it as far as she did before the exhaustion that threatened her finally took root. She was shuddering almost violently under the blanket as she edged closer to the fire hoping the she could last until either the sun came up or Shego regained consciousness.
Montgomery Fisk groaned in misery as he regained consciousness, every fibre of his being wailed in protest the abuses suffered. Looking around he made note of the striking facts presenting themselves to him. He was no longer secure in the underground bunker Gemini had established as the new base for W.E.E. A cold wind blew at that moment ruffling the uniform he preferred which made him look himself over closely. The uniform had loose areas for freedom of movement but it should be comfortably snug elsewhere, it was not. Looking at his modified hands he gasped as he took in the sight. They still had the simian form but lacked the years of worn in calluses, the last time he saw them looking as pristine as they did just then was the week after DNAmy confirmed the process succeeded and removed the coverings. Thinking quickly he fished out one of his favoured shuriken, a highly polished decorative weapon he carried mostly for show, the reflection is cast back at him was no less startling than the condition of his hands. A low pained moan tore his attention from the gleaming tool, his sight settled on the figure of a young man laying on his side a few meters away, recognition struck and in light of his current condition Monkey Fist opted to disappear into shadow.
Ronald Stoppable figured if he wasn’t dead, he must be very close to it considering how vehemently his body protested as he tried to sit up from where he lay. He realized immediately he was no longer in the lair because the nutty villains usually insisted on solid concrete floors and he was inhaling dust with every breath. Ignoring the pain pounding its way out of his skull Ron opened his eyes and forced his way to a sitting position. What he saw as he looked around confirmed his suspicions, he was outdoors, apparently on some well used road, if the hard packed ruts were any indication. “Kim?” he called out as he tried to stand and locate his best friend next to a certain naked molerat. Remembering Rufus he added the pets name to his almost desperate call. “Rufus! KP!? Where are you?” A diminutive squeak came from his pocket and he thanked god for at least that response.
Slipping his hand past the unbuttoned cover of the pocket Rufus preferred, he felt a familiar warmth but something seemed off. When he pulled his fist out and opened it he was floored at the sight. It was Rufus alright, but it couldn’t be, Rufus as he remembered was getting close to his last years and this rodent was just an infant. “RUFUS!” he bellowed as the rodent tried to crawl off his palm looking for the warmth and security it had enjoyed in his pocket. Careful not to hurt the tiny molerat, Ron returned him to the pocket as he tried to figure out what exactly had happened that put them where they were now. As he poured over what he could remember a name sprang to the forefront, Monkey Fist, he repressed an involuntary shudder before looking around for the fighter he was locked up with prior to the blackness. He was mostly over his monkey phobia, but Monkey Fist always got to him, the Tai Shing Pek Kwar master might be the only one who remembered his name when they fought, but he was also the freakiest of the whackos. Well, that didn’t include DNAmy; Amy was no longer active however, so he put her out of mind.
Gathering himself and ignoring the screaming headache he suffered, Ron stood and looked around. The dirt road wasn’t easy to make out clearly; the woods, covering both sides, blocked out most of the light from overhead, but he couldn’t shake the feeling he had been on this road before. Something felt off, the headache he could ignore easily enough, but something in his gut told him to be wary. A soft rustle to one side of the road drew his focused attention, but he could see nothing. Opting to err on the side of caution, he dug out his battered cellphone and flipped the clamshell design open, keying the power switch in the same smooth motion. To his utter amazement, he got no signal. Surely, one of the thousands of comsats orbiting overhead could reach him through the dense canopy, he thought. After a few moments spent trying to hold the thing in a better position to get a signal, he gave up and closed the device then dug out his equally battered Kimmunicator. Nothing short of a solar flare could knock out the ring of satellites Wade sent up to direct communications globally for them. Once more he was greatly surprised, the portable com device was strong enough to pick up a faint signal three quarters of a mile below ground, yet out here in the middle of nowhere, it was telling him that not only was it not picking up a signal, it couldn’t find a single satellite to connect with.
Ron heard the rustling in the brush again and dropped into a fighting stance as he spun to face the direction the noise originated from, he still couldn’t make out much past the dark front line of shrub bamboo and tall tree but there was definitely something there. A wild screech sent a shiver down his spine, there was a monkey out there and it seemed to be fighting with something. Suddenly, Monkey Fist burst from the darkness and dashed past him. To Ron’s amazement, Monkey Fist spared him enough breath to cry out a warning. “Run Stoppable!” Ron turned and gave chase keeping an even pace with Fist, he wasn’t sure exactly why he was following the maniac, but something told him whatever scared a martial artist of Monkey Fists status was not something he wanted a piece of.
A flash of light to his left caught his eye, “Fist DUCK!” His warning came a fraction of a second too late and the dart lodged itself in Montey’s backside, a moment later he felt something sting him and the pair collapsed mid-stride. He felt sick to his stomach and the throbbing headache worsened as his vision started to blur. Something roughly rolled him over onto his back and before he lost consciousness once more he made note of two alarming things. First was the hideous face of the shadowy figure standing over him, it looked like a very familiar mask, but he couldn’t place where he had seen others like it. The second was far more recognizable, in the right hand of the monster was a blue sword, one he knew very well indeed.
Wade Load struggled to catch his breath as he began the arduous task of waking up from whatever knocked him out. He hurt all over, but mostly suffered from a headache so profound he very nearly preferred to pass out once more as opposed to enduring the agony of simply trying to think. Sitting up proved no small feat, but he refused to just give in and let the pain he felt dictate his actions. The first thing he noticed as he scanned the area around him was the body of someone he recognized almost immediately, Monique lay there in her Team Possible mission gear, but something looked very off to his observant eye. The way the uniform fit was far too loose for her, before the mission she had been complaining to Kim about it being to snug in the top and far too loose in the pants, however, now the top looked three sizes too large and the pants. Well, if she stood, it would take more than the belt she wore to keep them from dropping off her frame.
Quickly digging through his tech bag, he retrieved his medi-scanner and did a quick baseline to calibrate the machine. When he finally turned it to her and ran through a complete bio-scan, he very nearly dropped the thing. He had full scans of the entire team on file; he had decided to keep that file handy should anyone get exposed to a mutagen or some crazy mystic totem or artifact. The scan of Monique showed that while she was definitely the person he knew, she was considerably younger than she should be. Carefully rolling her over to make sure of his readings, he saw the skin of her arms prickle and it was then he finally made note of how cold it was. Being a bit on the heavyset side still, Wade didn’t feel the cold as much as his thinner compatriots and that was when he realized they were outside.
Scanning the area quickly, he made a mental note of where they were as well as the general area around them. They were high in the foothills of an impressive mountain range, he just couldn’t tell which. There was a copse of trees further up the hillside and he decided they had best move closer to the thicket before the night drew on any longer. If they were caught in an early snow or a heavy downpour, things would go from very bad to really screwed up in a hurry. He couldn’t see any sign of either, but now that he recognized the temperature and their elevation he figured it best to be safe rather than sorry. Monique groaned quietly as he came to his decision then opened her eyes. “Stay still for a minute Mo, let me get something for you.” He began to dig through his medical pouch and fished out the sealed bottle of aspirin he was after along with a small canteen of water. Pouring out four of the small white tablets, he took two for himself and handed her the other pair. After Monique downed the pills and swallowed a few mouthfuls of water, he followed suit. Monique was still foggy, but at least she was awake and could help him figure out where they were and what to do next.
Monique, for her part, was taking things better than Wade. Her head ached like someone was tap dancing on her skull in stilettos, but she was used to it. Working for Club Banana and going to all those loud concerts built up a tolerance for this kind of agony, she wasn’t as prepared for the physical pain she felt as she tried to sit up, but as a member of Team Possible, she wouldn’t let it show. Being the junior most member had drawbacks, most of which included constant teasing from Ron or Kim for complaining about being sore after some of the more grueling missions. It felt like her very bones were on fire, so she did what anyone would do with the experience she had as a member of this team, she looked to see what part of her was currently mutating. To her great surprise, she appeared to be normal, skin was still nice and dark fingernails seemed a bit shorter than she remembered, but then her gaze came across her chest. The shirt she wore fit far too loose, so she pulled on the neck and looked. “This would work better if it wasn’t night and this shirt weren’t so thick.” She heard Wade chuckle and blushed as she dropped the shirt back into place. “So, what’s the sitch Wade?”
Señor Senior Sr. woke with a pain unrivalled by any single or collection of injuries he had suffered over the long course of his active life. Movement was unwise; however, he knew he had little choice. He could ignore the nearly blinding pain, but his stomach would not be so forgiving, breakfast paid a second visit as he wretched. Even under those conditions, the elder Senior kept his wits about him, the rough texture under his hands told him he was indoors, the dripping of his vomit told him the floor was likely wooden and raised off the ground. The smell he managed to get before displacing his stomach indicated a barn or storage room of some kind and the absolute darkness told him the room was unattended. He would have preferred to remain silent, but there was no quiet way to puke, so now he was left hoping his noise had gone unnoticed.
Once his stomach settled, he fished in his tool pack and dug out the compact night-vision scope he carried with him, hoping it would be functional in light of whatever had happened to him. Forcing himself to remain quiet was harder than he would ever admit as the small scope flashed to life and he was able to look around the room. His estimates of the room were accurate, it was a store room of some form and, much to his great surprise, he was not the only one hidden within. To the right of the large door, he saw the outline of his son slightly to his right lay Gemini and folded over a large round bail lay Drakken and Dementor. Something wasn’t right though, in his case the normally loose soft clothing he wore fit tight, very tight. In spite of the pain in his head and tormenting his body, Señor Senior Sr. made note that other aches and pains he normally suffered were absent, almost as if the injuries that caused them never happened.
Pushing such questions aside, he focused on his son, they needed to regroup and make ready to deal with whatever that may be on the other side of that door. “Come, Junior, wake up now, son.” After a gentle shake fails to rouse his child, he resorted to less civilized methods; he tried to keep the noise down, but a hard slap is not easily silenced. Knowing his son all too well, he clapped a firm hand over the youth’s mouth and stifled the pitiful wail Junior let out. “Silence! We are unprotected, you fool.” He barely controlled the hiss of his voice as he locked eyes with his son. There was panic in them and he shared it, unlike his son, Señor Senior Sr. refused to let it get the better of him. “Get up now and see to Gemini while I check on Drakken and Dementor. We must have our wits about us, son. This is not the time for your childish ways.”
Señor Senior Junior choked back the fear and pain he felt, his father was correct, they were in a very bad situation and if he had learned anything under the tutelage of Shego and the others of W.E.E., it was that to survive one must never let fear rule. Nodding in silence, he carefully stood and dug out the night-vision scope he carried. As per instruction all, W.E.E. agents were well equipped, able to function under the darkest of situations, situations in which they found themselves in far too oft of late. Almost immediately, even in the monochrome view provided by the scope, he could tell something was seriously off, Gemini looked considerably healthier than he had in the past year. Since Global Justice with the assistance of Team Possible had driven them all underground, Gemini had lost much of his vitality. “Gemini, sir.” He kept his voice to a whisper careful to avoid direct contact with the vicious leader. Gemini killed for lesser offenses. “Sir, wake up, we are in a … situation.”
Drakken rolled over and slid off the bail supporting him. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a familiar ache and reveled in it. He knew the affects of the juvenator well and while there were some differences, he felt much better than he had for a long time now. Pain was nothing new to him, the affliction tinting his skin blue kept him in a perpetual state of misery, he always itched and nothing could stop that. His bones always burned, but not even the most potent of drugs eased that fire, now he felt something new. He clenched a fist testing his strength and grinned into the darkness, it had been far too long since he felt this … good. Without warning a hand latched onto his shoulder and he nearly screamed only to have another hand slap over his mouth, silencing him. Someone stuck a monocle to his face, missing his eye completely; he recognized the device from the constant drilling Shego insisted everyone endure. Seizing the device, he stuck it to his eye and looked around to see the elder Senior scowling at him; he detested that smug face, but held back the gasp that welled up. He knew it was the elder of the Seniors yet the face was crease free, youthful in fact. “Junior?” He asked just to verify his suspicions. The man before him shook his head negatively, the juvenator had been kind to him apparently.
Professor Dementor was the last to recover; he too was used to pain, though his torment was most often the result of an experiment gone awry or accidental electrocution instead of the mutation that plagued his former rival Drakken. He was grateful for the foresight he had when it came to the helmet he wore, it was already administering pain reducing medications conducting biochemical analysis and deploying the built in night vision viewers. Right away, he noticed the helmet making adjustments to his uniform, it resized to fit a more developed form allowing more room around his arms and legs. With the pain medications dulling the ache he felt, he still noted significant changes in his physical body. Unlike the other members of his party, Dementor kept himself in a top physical form. He had to, being a dwarf in a world of ‘giants’ meant he had to be in above average condition just to keep pace let alone excel. A sudden noise outside the room got his attention, the mics embedded in his helmet picked up the sounds of a fight, not a fight he had expected however. Instead of gunshots and explosions, his equipment picked up the sound of metal striking metal, the quiet twang of a bowstring loosed, an arrow screaming through the air and the dull thud of impact followed by a body falling to the ground. The ruckus surprised all of them, it seemed they went from bad to worse, though not nearly as much worse as they expected.
Something sharp jabbed at his already agonized body as William Du struggled to regain his senses, the thrumming headache that threatened to split his skull apart paid little heed to the insistent poking that nudged him from his side onto his back. Uttering a pained groan, he opened his eyes to a painful glaring light almost directly overhead, as his eyes focused on it, he could just barely make out the blunt end of a flaming torch. A torch that was alarmingly close to his face. As soon as he realized what he was looking at a number of other things came to his attention, there were a number of angry looking men standing over him, swords directed at his throat. Swords? These jokers couldn’t be serious, even in his current condition and weak position, he could take them down, he was confident of that. It was only his extensive training that kept him from taking action, he knew he was in a position he should take advantage of, gather some intel before starting a fight that would cause more problems than solve. Casting his gaze around, he saw the uniform of his boss, Dr. Director. That was a good thing, wherever he was if she was there as well then things might not be as bad as his initial estimate made it out to be.
Betty Director lay perfectly still as she listened to the near panicked voices of the people around her. She had been awake for a few minutes, but played possum. She recognized the language of those around her and from what she could hear she was in a great deal of danger, though not nearly as much as her partner. Being female, little attention was paid her when there was a male who would be assumed to be the ‘leader’ here. She knew Will would be ok as long as he kept his cool and Agent Du was nothing if not cool under pressure. Betty ignored the thrumming in her ears as she strained to hear over the din of voices as they prodded Du, she could make out several individuals including at least one female. She wasn’t sure if she could trust what she was hearing however because if she did, it would place them in a very bad position, specifically some three to four hundred years out of proper time. Daring to risk her cover, she opened her remaining organic eye, she wouldn’t chance the manual trigger for the thermal system in her implant, even though it would give her a better idea of her surroundings. For some reason, the mental key was not working so she wanted to save that test for a later safer period.
As she took in what she could see from her position, Betty also made note of the scents and aromas in the air, a person could learn a lot about the area around them just using hearing and smell if they were patient enough to examine this information slowly. She could smell the distinct aroma of oil lamps layered over by strong incense, cherry blossom unless she guessed wrong. She could also smell the fragrance of old world European perfumes, most of which were only found in exclusive auctions for people who collected such trivial historical items. These subtle clues only served to confirm her suspicions, somehow they’d been transported a very long way back along the timeflow. More importantly, they had been displaced by thousands of miles east at the very least, and several hundred feet up from their original location in the W.E.E. complex. She heard Will yelp followed by harsh commands issued in sharp short phrases; their captors were growing tired of his resistance to their demands for answers, it was time to take action and she had a plan. She was thankful she was partnered with Agent Du; he would be able to read her actions and respond accordingly when she made her move. She just needed to wait a bit longer before she would be ready to get the ball rolling.
Shego groaned as she began to wake from the utter blackness that engulfed her very soul; whatever set her bones on fire hurt far worse than anything she could recall short of the meteor impact that fused her and her brothers with their unique gift. The instant she thought about what happened her eyes flew open and she sat up; if she felt this bad with her healing factor then it was likely Kim was in far worse shape. The movement set off another round of painful flares racing along her nervous system, signals that almost overshadowed what her acute senses were telling her. It was night, yet there was a soft reddish light to her right, there appeared to be frost on the ground to her left yet she was relatively warm. Her uniform was a bit loose, but still on her and she was covered in an emergency heat retaining blanket. She almost snorted over that, the light was obviously from a fire, which was likely used for warmth more than light in which case the blanket was counterproductive. It would reflect external heat away as effectively as it held her body temperature in.
Looking around to figure out where she was, Shego stared with the sky; since the ground had frosted grasses as well as tall trees, it was a good bet she was no longer underground. She looked to the source of the glow and sure enough, she could tell the fire had been meant to provide warmth, that was the only explanation for her being so close. A slight breeze ruffled something shiny on the opposite side of the fire and drew her attention. She recognized the person wrapped in the mylar blanket outright, even if all she could see was the young woman’s hair. It looked as if Kim had fallen asleep while trying to keep watch on the fire and Shego couldn’t help but smile. The fact that there was a fire meant Kim hadn’t been able to call for a ride to pick them up, which in turn meant that the young heroine went out of her way to help her, the person she had been fighting for so long now. Shego began to process the bits of information available to her at that point as she repositioned herself to soak in some of the heat the fire cast off, with the reflective survival blanket open to the fire, but tented over her she began to examine her body. The slack in her uniform was alarming to say the least since it took her an extra few minutes each day just to get into it, fit like a glove took on new meaning when referencing the outfit.
Engrossed in her self examination, Shego missed the movement of her companion and nearly jumped out of her skin when Kim addressed her. “Oh, you’re awake, Shego?” Kim smiled a bit sheepishly as she nudged the slowly dying fire and added a few more chunks of deadfall. “Sorry I fell out on you. I should have figured out a way to keep myself awake. I should have …” She blushed as she turned to look at Shego over the growing flames. “Wow.” It was all she could think of to say as she saw Shego’s face in the full light.
Shego had removed her glove to take a closer look at her hands, they were the easiest visible part of her body she could get to in the current situation, but when Kim startled her, she dropped the glove and ceased the self examination to see how the redhead was fairing. The ‘wow’ exclamation worried her. “What? Is something wrong with my face? My hair?” Aside from the slowly fading dull ache in her bones, she felt better than she had in years, so the look on Kim’s face and her exclamation got her full attention.
“No! No nothing’s wrong … well something is, but not like you think, Shego.” Kim stammered a bit and waved her hands to ward off the fear she could see building in Shego’s eyes. “Here it might be best if you see for yourself.” She pulled her compact mirror from her pouch and handed it to Shego; she didn’t want to risk insulting the woman since they might be dependant on one another for who knew how long.
Shego took the mirror with a hesitant hand; if that hand were any indication, she had a good idea what was ‘wrong’ and was for the first time in a very long time scared. Closing her eyes briefly, she gripped the mirror before finally opening it; of course, she had the wrong end up and the applicator pad, full of Kim’s favourite shade of powder, dropped onto the mirror. When she got the thing right side up and cleaned off the loose powder, she felt her blood run cold, the person reflecting back was someone she hadn’t seen in at least a decade, probably longer. That was when she felt it, deep within a force was building that she knew intimately and her fear multiplied a million fold. She had regressed in physical age to roughly the same age she had been when she first gained her power and she knew she had to run. She had to get as far from Kim as she could. Shego tossed the mirror back to her greatest rival, panic etched on her face. “I … I … I’m sorry Kim … I have to go!” With that, Shego stood and ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She ignored every ache and pain her body informed her of; if she didn’t get away she would feel far worse because, she might accidentally kill Kim.
For a long moment, Kim sat as if glued to the spot where she rested. It took her mind a few heartbeats to catch up to what just happened. The look on Shego’s face just then had been one of abject horror. A fear so deep Kim could not believe it was Shego’ the same fearless warrior she faced to a standstill on so many occasions, yet the foil blanket that fluttered to the ground empty was proof she could not refute. “Shego!” she hollered as she stood and tried to give chase only to stumble on the wild brush and shrub that filled the gaps between tree and bamboo clusters. She wondered briefly how Shego managed to affect such a clean get away with such dense underbrush, without the light from the moon, which had set some time ago, or the fire she left. In her failed chase, Kim had a difficult time just finding her way back to the small clearing just inside the forest she had chosen. “SHEGO, COME BACK!” she cried into the blackness, but the woods around her ate the sound just as the darkness consumed the scant light of her fire.
In the darkness, the pair who had been watching these strange apparitions nodded silently to each other; the girl who fled into the depths of the forest was the greater threat, she was headed directly for their secret village. Knowing the lay of the land intimately, they silently agreed on a course of action and parted ways. One would go ahead and warn the village while the other tracked the swift female.
Shego finally came to a stop in a surprisingly clear section of the forest she sought refuge within. Invoking the calming meditation she knew, she fought against the thrumming of her heart so she could listen. If Kim managed to follow her then her efforts would be in vain. No amount of meditation would stall what was about to happen. Just when she thought she was safe, safe from hurting Kim and far enough away to avoid hurting most anything else that might be nearby, Shego became aware that she was no longer alone. Her sense of hearing was acute as was her sense of smell, she also retained the heightened sense of ‘awareness’ she honed as a part of her extensive martial arts training and all of her senses were screaming an alert. She was surrounded, whomever it was appeared highly skilled, she knew they were there, but only because she ‘felt’ it. She couldn’t hear any of the typical giveaways most of the people she encountered didn’t know they made.
Deciding discretion was the preferred route this time, Shego made an attempt to escape slipping past the least guarded section of the net assembled around her, and that was when she felt the next phase of her problem kick in. As a teen, her powers had been erratic, flaring without control; sometimes because she was angry or upset in some manner, but sometimes they just exploded because her body could not contain the full force of her gift. This next level of concern hit her with a force equal to that of the meteor that gave her the problem in the first place and dropped her to her knees. Agony wracked her body as the pulse of her core energies began to increase, the presence she felt earlier encircled her once more only this time a lone figure stepped into the relatively lighter area of darkness within the forest and barked out harsh commands, in Japanese. Shego knew the language well enough to know she was being ordered to surrender or perish; unfortunately, she also knew she did not have the time to waste on compliance, so she charged her fist and fired a blast at the feet of the warrior blocking her path. That was a bad idea as it turned out. The group saw it as a full on attack and responded accordingly.
Several more warriors emerged from the dark shadow charging at her with the intent to subdue or if necessary, kill her. The lone figure who initially attempted to stop her kept his hand to his sword, but did not draw it. He realized the woman had a power far beyond even his time tested and well honed fighting skills; had she wanted to, she could have killed him and walked over his corpse to get away yet she chose to scare him off. As he watched the pale warrior woman fighting his students, the figure made note of her fighting style, the quick, effective and efficient method the woman used to deal with the larger force arrayed against her. If he were not there to witness it for himself and had to rely on the report from his most respected officer, he would not believe a single word of the tale. This demon woman was taking out his elite guard; it was a notable deviation from the norm for a fight in the world he lived in. Moreover, the air lacked even a hint of blood yet in the span of a few heartbeats this warrior toppled the best of the best he could assemble, without killing a single one. When at last she got away from the mass attack, he held his warriors at bay; there was something more about this woman than her appearance let on and he wanted to know what that was.
Shego managed to put some distance between her and the band of fighters; she assumed that they were ninja or a loose band of ronin, but because of the situation she could not spare the time to make a confirmation of her guess. Just as she made it to another clearing, this time by a small brook the final moment of her problem kicked in and she all but froze in place. An agonized scream escaped her lips as she felt the tremendous power she usually held in check surface. Eyes closed, Shego fought against the power within, all the while knowing it was a fool’s gambit; it took her a full year of extensive training to learn the control she had over her awesome might. That training would have worked if she had not regressed so far, but because she slipped back to her teen years, the energy overwhelmed her and erupted like a miniature nuclear blast toppling everything around her for dozens of yards. That which did not fall, dried out and burst into flame then quickly turned to ash as the energy sphere of her ‘detonation’ expanded outward. Her last thought before being overcome by this taxing involuntary action was, ‘I hope Kim was smart or had the fortune to lose the trail’ she thought as she began to collapse; she wanted no part of killing Kim by accident or design, not any more.
Sakamoto Tsubasa edged forward cautiously; there were times to be daring and forward just as there were times to be careful and calculating, in this instance caution was demanded. The woman or demoness, depending on whose opinion you took side with, waded through his warriors without a noticeable effort and had he not held those remaining conscious back, he would be burying them instead of reigning them in. It was clear to him that they faced something, someone who could easily have destroyed them all yet did not. Instead, this warrior his eyes examined carefully, put herself at risk of falling to their weapons just to get far enough away to unleash that terrifying energy without hurting those intent on hurting her. It was a puzzle wrapped in green and black that he wanted to figure out because women who fought as ardently as this one were few and far between, here in his world most women remained in the background. He knew this one would be very different so he wanted to find out what group she belonged to if any. “Morita Shun, Kajou Kaito use the powder. Make sure she won’t wake up until we can secure her.” Minutes later the small band of warriors departed with Shego bound tightly to a makeshift litter carried by the strongest of the group.
Once again Ron was waking up, once again his body ached and his brain felt like it was being torn apart from the inside, unlike the previous awakening this time he felt cold damp stone under him. As he began the attempt to sit up, he heard a noise that alarmed him. Metal links clinked and the weight that came along with the sound did nothing to alleviate that concern. He opened his eyes to see that he was shackled by a foot to something that he knew would not let him move far. There was a small torch lighting the chamber that seemed familiar, just as the road he original woke on had. Remembering that he had been captured with Fiske, he looked around until he saw the Monkey Kung Fu Master sitting in the Lotus position apparently meditating even under the dire circumstances they found themselves in. “Hey, Monty, you ok over there?” He was willing to put down their differences and attempt to work with Fist; Monkey Fist did try to warn him after all.
Monkey Fist opened a single eye to level a cold glare at the blonde he shared a cell with. “Yes, you simpleton. Of course, how long that remains is yet to be seen. In case you haven’t noticed, we are prisoners.” With a practiced ease, he rose on three of his augmented limbs while the fourth swung forward dragging the heavy chain attached to the manacle secured around his lower leg. “You should have taken a different route, buffoon! If we split up the likelihood of one of us escaping to rescue the other later would have been markedly improved.” He guessed Ron would not believe that he would attempt to rescue the blonde fighter, yet he knew he would; they were stranded far from home with none to aide them save each other.
“How was I supposed to know, Monkey Fist?” Ron scowled furiously. “I woke alone except for Rufus ,who apparently is a newborn now. You were nowhere to be seen until you charged past screaming we should run without explaining why!” To emphasize his points, he snatched Rufus from his pocket and showed him to his cellmate. “Why should I have trusted you to come rescue us had we been caught when you didn’t bother to stay around to see if I was still alive after you woke up?” It was a guess, he admitted, yet the fact remained he and Rufus were alone when he woke. Careful returning his pet to the pocket, he preferred Ron turned away from Monkey Fist and looked around the room once more. The longer he examined it the more he felt convinced he had been in the room before.
Fiske scowled at the younger man, but held his tongue; he hated to admit it, but Ron was right. When he left Ron to that road, he abandoned the one person he had as an ally just then. “Forgive me, Stoppable. I acted hastily when I left you there, however I think you can see to understand why I acted as I did.” He moved as close to the blonde as the chain would allow so that Ron could see the alteration he suffered. “This is …”
Ron looked at the furred hands Monty was showing him; he noticed immediately that those hands were markedly different from the calloused and scared paws. “Not right?” Monty sighed and nodded. “Look, let’s just focus on getting out of here we can work on the rest of it we can deal with once we’re free. Sound good to you?” With a serious cast to his face he held up his hand as am offer of truce.
Monkey Fist looked at the offered hand curiously, there was no waver not even the slightest of fear induced tremor as he had expected. “Got over your monkey phobia did you, Stoppable?” He lashed out rapidly and clasped the hand before it could be withdrawn only to be surprise when Ron returned the vice like grip and gave a hardy shake. This day was full of surprises.
Ron grinned as he shook hands to seal the deal with Fiske. “Actually yeah, Monty, you get shot at, thrown in with mutant box turtles, flash frozen, go into space with a monkey and watch your best friend get turned into a monkey, several times I might add, and yeah you tend to get over the little things. Now, let’s see about getting out of these chains.”
Fiske looked at him like he had just stepped off a visiting spaceship; he had been trying for the last two hours to remove the cursed manacle chaining him to the stone floor with no success and he was a monkey master, if one of them should have been able to break free, he figured it should have been him. “I’d like to see you tr …” He didn’t get to finish the sentence, just as he got to ‘try’ he heard a click then the sound of metal dropping to the stone floor. “How the hell did you do that?”
Ron grinned and stuck out his hand motioning for Fiske to let him look at the manacle, in a moment he found the hidden key built into it and soon both were free of the shackles. “I recognized two things that you missed so far, Monty. First, I saw the lotus blade, it only serves those with the monkey mojo and second, I recognize this dungeon. It’s Yamanouchi.”
Ron looked at the single manacle binding Fiske to the length of chain and grinned. “Same locking mechanism.” He said as he ran a thumb over the pattern of the dragon on one side and eagle on the other, once his thumbs reached the points he knew were the hidden key to unlocking them, he gave a quick press and the shackle popped open silently. “You weren’t here for study, Monty, when I was here last, it was supposed to be a student exchange program, so I was sent to classes until you showed up.”
Fiske nodded remembering that defeat all too well. “You mean to tell me one of their lessons included chaining you to a wall?” School didn’t seem much different for Ron than it had been for him, though he doubted Ron had to endure the kind of beatings that came from being a troublemaker student.
“Yup, and let me tell you those teachers sure could pack a punch if you screwed up which, you know, I did … lots.” Standing, he surveyed the room and scratched his head; something was seriously off about the place, it appeared much cleaner and newer than he remembered. However the important parts were still in place. Checking his pockets over he hoped his captors had missed something; a spool of the monofilament, the Kimmunicator, anything he could use to help them through that tunnel, but his search was in vain. He would have to rely on what he kept in his shoes. Apparently, his captors didn’t know what to make of the complex locks used to seal the GJ issued combat boots and he was thankful for that. “You got any gadgets or trinkets that we can use?” He asked his new partner, in spite of his acceptance of monkeys these days this alliance was going to take some getting used to.
Fiske already knew the answer; he knew the exact weight of his uniform outfitted with the gear he typically carried. “I have a few yards of diamond line, some micro flares, and a small packet of food pellets … What? Do not turn your nose up at the sound of that, Stoppable, these are concentrated energy packs, enough in a single pellet to supply a person my original size with a full days caloric requirements. Gemini and Senior worked hard to provide us with gear to match that which you and G.J. got, not that it did us much good.” He wasn’t as bitter as he knew the others to be. He always preferred working solo, so the repeated defeats of their ‘team’ at the hands of Kim Possible and GJ barely fazed him. Those matches where he lost to the youth before him now were less tolerable, but at least he could say Ron provided a good diversion to the boredom and insipid ramblings of the leader and financier of their organization.
Ron nodded; he had to agree with the notion of those pellets, GJ used a paste since it could be packaged in a more flexible form, but pastes often squirted from the packets in fights. “Ok, you got me there … break out a few of those flares and lets get going.” He opted to ignore the grousing from Fiske; it would do them no good to dwell on their previous fights and if his guess was right, shortly after they slipped into the tunnel they would have to step it into high gear. The first four times he had to go through the routine, he got captured within minutes; it was only after he let his senses guide him on the fifth attempt that he noticed the tunnel was laced with spy ports. He had been made before he even got into the tunnel five steps. “Let’s do this.”
Wade couldn’t help himself, but every few steps along the trail, he found himself first staring then smiling then blushing as Mo fought with her pants. Try as she might, the belt simply didn’t have enough holes to cinch up tight enough to keep her pants from slipping down and exposing her undies. He knew he shouldn’t really be looking, but she insisted on taking the lead for some reason, so he couldn’t avoid it. “Uh, Mo … you sure you don’t want me to take the lead for a while?” He wasn’t complaining, far from it, but he didn’t want her to turn around intent on asking him something, only to see him blatantly staring at the smooth curves of her nearly exposed ass.
Monique smirked to herself as she hiked her pants up over her rump again; it was just too easy to get to this boy, unfortunately her teasing was also starting to get to her as well. “What’s the matter, Wade? Not enjoying the view?” She asked as she yanked her cargo pants back up; every few times she had to pull her pants back into place, she also had to adjust her underwear. Being younger once again was nice, but there were drawbacks as well, her bra didn’t fit, her panties were trying to drop to her ankles lead by her pants, and her tits were half their former glorious size. She could have worked out a better belt for the pants, but there wasn’t much she could do about the bra, so she shed it, her shirt was loose enough to conceal any movement or unnecessary embarrassment from her points, but that limited her pace which was why she chose to lead the way. Wade was growing like a giant and had he been in the lead, she would have had to run just to keep up with his stride, bouncing all the way.
They had been walking for at least an hour by her estimation along the trail. Initially, they’d headed down slope, trying to get to the lower and presumably warmer flatland the moonlight shown upon, but once they cleared the outcrop edge of the forest running alongside the trail, they could see they were going the wrong direction. Back atop one of the hills behind them, they had seen the lights of a building shimmering in the brisk evening air; they couldn’t make much out about the structure from the distance as it had been in the shadow of the mountain behind which the moon had slipped. Moreover, by now all the lights were out, so all they could make out was a dim silhouette. It was time for one of Wade’s famous gadgets to get a workout. “Wade, pass me the range finder again. I want to see how much further we have to go.” When she got no response, she felt a bit of panic well up, so she turned to face him, her hand clutched the gathered waist of her pants as she hefted them back into place, so she could fully turn and that was when she felt it. A crimson blush raced across her face and she was thankful for the deepening darkness, her undies had dropped pretty much out of sight below the edge of her pants, which before she pulled them up, had been riding just above the lower half of her ass.
Wade shook himself out of the stupor that sight left him with because he realized he wasn’t seeing it anymore; he had been a bit lost in fantasy. Then he jerked to full attention, he was looking Monique face to face and he knew he was busted. “Er, Mo, look before you ki …” She cut him off waving a single finger and shaking her head; he wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not, so he raised an arm to scratch behind his head. It was his typical mannerism when he found his brain unable to figure out what to do next and it brought a chuckle from his companion.
“Don’t sweat it Wade, not like you could see all that much right?” Monique laughed fully as he began to squirm uncomfortably. Yup it was just too easy to get to this one. “Break out the range finder and let’s see how much longer we have to walk ok?”
Wade just nodded, knowing full well he had best keep his answer to himself; he was a geek and while he had been working out and going outdoors more often these days, his eyes were still better suited for the dim light produced by his computers. In the light they had current, he could almost count the individual hairs on the top of her butt. “Here you go.” He quickly dug out the monocular rangefinder and handed it over. Monique had been impressive from the start of her term with the team for more than her looks. He saw her adapt to and learn the new hardware he produced for them at a rate almost on par with Kim, so she knew her way around their gear.
Mo flipped the covers off the ends of the small device and keyed up its power source before she put it to her eye. They hadn’t bothered with it when they started out because they were headed in a different direction initially, so distance had not mattered, but now they had a goal and with a good estimation of the distance now, they could figure how much time it would take to get there. The small device came with several options including low light thermal and infrared settings, so it could be useful under most conditions; after all, what good would the range finder part be if you couldn’t see what it was you needed to to determine the distance separating you from it. “Wade, we got points at three hundred and fifty, seven twenty one and fourteen eighty meters.” She read out the distance to the bottom of the hill they were currently on the distance to the top of the next hill and the distance to the building they were headed for. If there were many more hills past the next, it would add to the total distance, she knew, but since she couldn’t see them from where they were, she couldn’t get a measure.
Wade had the calculation done the instant the last number rolled off her tongue; he could add faster than the best calculator or computer built, which was a valuable talent when you had to crack numerical code on the fly as he often did when he was hacking into systems. “Just over two and a half kilometers to go, we should be able to make that in about two, maybe three hours as long as the trail is as nice as this on the other side of those hills.” He watched her turn around to face him again careful to keep his eye on her face and not lower parts of her anatomy. She could be damn tempting when she wanted, though he wasn’t about to complain about that either.
Switching from the lowlight through the rest of the filters, Monique looked Wade over as she nodded in agreement with his guess. In the thermal image, she could tell he was starting to be affected by the cold, even though he hadn’t complained once about it then she saw a flair in the image that explained why; at least it did in her estimation. “Is that a naked molerat in your pocket or are you just glad to ‘see’ me?” He all but fell over, too easy.
For a single instance the very air of the small storage room seemed to freeze, all sound ceased save that of a hinge creaking as the door offering the small band some safety began to open letting dim light spill in. Junior crouched and tensed preparing to rip the head off whomever it was entering their temporary sanctuary, he almost sprang forward to carry out his intended action, but checked himself as a worn haggard face looked in on them. The old man’s eyes went wide, but he did not call out, aside from his surprised expression, he gave no hint of what he saw. Instead, he nodded quickly and backed out of the room shutting the door.
“We must go, we have been discovered.” Gemini commanded; he had hoped for a longer recovery time, but that was a lost dream now. “Dementor, Junior, take point. Senior, you’re with me. Drakken … stay out of the way got it?” The blue genius nodded in silence, showing he comprehended the situation at least. Before they could commit to the plan, they heard a sharp order issued from beyond the door, being fluent is a number of languages, Gemini decided to hold back their advance and gave a short snort that got his crew to stop and wait.
“Yoshikuni Taiki … report! Are all the rooms secure, old man?” Kuroda Takumi demanded; he disliked dragging the old prick along, especially since the man’s young grandson was always at his side. Of course, now was no different than any of the last dozen raids.
Taiki nodded with a grave expression fixed to his weathered face; he would not mention the room of strange men he had just seen for two reasons. First, no one would believe him if he tried to describe what they looked like and secondly, he was supposed to have killed anyone he came across; he didn’t think he would have managed that even on a good day from the look in the eyes of those men. He certainly did not want to risk his only grandson with those … monsters. “Yes, Master Kuroda, all the villagers are dead, the grounds secure.”
“Good, the rest of you spread out take everything we came for!” Takumi heard this village had an abundant harvest and yet they failed to pay his men when he sent them around to collect their share. He put a hand to the door he had seen the old warrior exist and prepared to open it when that same old man called out to him; there was something wrong, he could sense it. Pushing the door in, he turned and saw a group of strange men glaring at him. Instantly, he slammed the door shut and turned to the old liar. “BETRAYER! We have been deceived!” He bellowed as he drew his sword and advanced on the old man. In a single swift stroke, he ran his bloody katana through Taiki’s chest.
As he did so, the boy, Yoshikuni Takumi slammed into his side hollering for his grandfather, who fell in a heap at their feet. “Impudent wretch!” Kuroda screamed in outrage as he went to strike the boy down. He held his stroke however because at that instance the men in the room burst forth. One of them growled in obvious fury and charged him bare handed. “Fool!”
Señor Senior Junior grew up a pampered spoiled rich boy, who spent far too much time partying in his youth. His time in prison and on the run from Global Justice in addition to his early training with Shego changed him, though it didn’t show until after his father bought into W.E.E. and they began working hard at the global domination game. He had seen many things in that short span of time, but the one that never failed to piss him off was the abuse of a child and here was more than a case of abuse. He dodged the first few strokes of the swordsman’s blade with practiced ease; Shego moved much faster, and while savouring the outraged look on the beast’s face, took it from him before turning it on its owner.
Kuroda’s men could only stand and stare as they watched this behemoth strike down their lord with his own sword; they had never encountered anything like it. Someone among their ranks barked and order and the bowmen stepped forward, another order and arrows let fly.
Gemini grabbed the elder Senior from behind and pulled him back into the room followed closely by Dementor and Drakken; to their, horror they heard the sickening impact of fast moving projectiles hitting a person and saw the younger Senior fall backwards, arrows sticking from his chest as if he were an oversized pincushion. An instant later, Gemini found himself unable to restrain Señor Senior Senior, who broke free and ran to the side of his fallen son. The trio left behind cringed as he let out a baleful wail and drew the sword from his cane and activated its most menacing secret. Glowing white hot and humming slightly the cane sword began to hiss as its tip dipped into the large pool of blood on the floor. The elder Senior then leapt out of sight and the horrified screams began.
Time was up, if she didn’t make her move now, Dr. Director realized Will would be dead, their ‘hosts’ were passing the point of frustration and moving into outright anger. She tapped her finger to the wooden floor once then three times more in rapid succession and waited until she heard it, a curious voice and the sound of someone walking her way. She had their attention it was time to begin.
Will tensed as he heard the signal; it was a simple, but effective code with the first tap letting him know to be ready and the three taps denoting when to make his move. His captors looked too, each other wondering what was coming then they heard another single tap, everyone looked to the fallen female. When two more taps came from her direction, the decision was made and the group of warriors split up. Three approached the women cautiously, leaving the two most skilled to guard the scrawny male. The advancing trio paused as two more taps rang out. They could sense something was up and steeled themselves for whatever may come; the third set of taps, three in all, signaled the chaos to begin, so Will complied the instant the final tap went silent.
His captors were distracted, frightened even, and he didn’t blame them for that, but he did make full use of its advantage, sweeping aside the blades poking his chest. With that move, he brought both arms to bear and gave a quick flick of his wrists activating the stun charge systems embedded in his gloves. He smiled grimly as his captors realized he was making a move, his hands latched onto their ankles and the debilitating electric pulse raced through them forcing a scream that stunned the room.
Dr. Director heard the startled, agonized scream of the people Will was dealing with and seized the moment it provided her, rolling onto her back, she performed a kip and was standing upright before the three men could return their attention to her. She fired the parallel dart-lines of her stun watch into the furthest of the trio knocking him out with the combination electrical pulse and chemical neutralizer. With a solid yank on the lines, she pulled the unconscious man into his compatriots, knocking them both to the ground. Thinking quickly, she stepped forward and delivered two powerful kicks, rendering the remaining men unconscious as well. She chose the more brutal method over the stun systems because the electric pulse in her gloves would dissipate too fast since the two conscious men were in direct contact with each other and the third already unconscious man.
Tokugawa Ieyasu sat in awed shock; here he was the most powerful man in Japan surrounded by the best warriors he could muster, his most trusted allies and, yet in moments, he found himself at the mercy of these strangers. He watched in an awed silence as the surprisingly agile and quick male stepped over to the dangerous female speak a few words to her in a language so completely alien to him it sounded like gibberish then do something that shook him to the core. The young warrior knelt before the woman with the missing eye before standing and taking a place behind her. The pair surveyed the room and the damage done before they walked over to him and he felt he might need a change of his kimono before they were done. In an effort to avoid the fate he expected, he decided to offer something to appease the pair of demons. “Er w-w-w-w-would you care for s-s-some t-t-tea?”
Dr. Director smirked and took a seat before the shogun as he held out a cup for her, shaking her head slowly she held up a hand and waited for Will to take his seat. “Thanks but no, I have a headache from hell … can I get some sake?” She knew they were in for a long night and she should remain alert, but she really wanted a drink right now; after all, it wasn’t every day you got to drink sake with a historical figure of this persons note.
Kim walked slowly along the trail skirting the thick forest she had used as shelter the night before. She had no idea where Shego ran off to and while she wanted to search the woman out and smack her around for leaving her alone, all she could really think of was how scared and alone she felt. With Shego there, she had at least some companionship, someone she knew in a strange, almost alien world. She spent most of the morning after Shego ran off finding basic supplies and gathering some of the available foods she could identify on the fringe of the forest before she set off on her own. By late afternoon, she found the trail she was now on and got into the stride of an extended hike. Every step took her further a field from her arrival point but the dense frost she woke up to after she made her way back to her small fire and fallen asleep once more convinced her she needed to move. Winter was approaching and she knew if she was stuck here for any length of time she would not long survive the cold, she needed help and the only way to get help was to venture out and find it.
As she walked she wondered what happened to her friends; since Shego came along with her for the trip, she felt certain they had suffered similar affects and were likely scattered across the same land she found herself in. How far they were scattered she could not say, but she felt positive they were out there and since she had been abandoned she knew she would have to seek them out on her own.
Walking into the glorious sunset dominating the skyline she made up her mind, for however long she was stuck here she had two goals, find her friends and find the most dangerous woman on earth. Shego was out there somewhere and Kim meant to find her eventually; they had issues to settle and Kim wanted answers to some questions she had long before this mad adventure began. Questions that could only be answered in the normal manner they asked them. Fist to fist, eye to eye, face to face.
Possibly mouth to mouth.
She smiled at that, yeah, they had issues to sort out.