If two women fall from a plane at the exact same time, which one of them hits the water below first?
The one without a parachute.
Kim was falling, she felt the wind ruffle her hair and pull at her baggy mission pants. She had always enjoyed skydiving. She loved the exhilarating feeling of freedom she got from it. She was Kim Possible, she could do anything. She was the one who took care of everybody else’s lives. It wasn’t strange that she took pleasure in losing control sometimes. She trusted the wind to take her where she wanted.
However, she felt that falling from a plane without a parachute is losing a little too much control.
Kim fell face down; staring at the water below that rapidly came closer and closer to her. She was way beyond being afraid at this moment, she was panicking. There must be something she could do, she was Kim Possible.
But deep down she knew that she couldn’t, even the great Kim Possible couldn’t fly to save her life.
Green eyes pressed shut as tears started to form in them, the droplets forming small pearls that fell upwards, or so it seemed to her.
Wanting to spend her last living seconds doing something more pleasant than just waiting for the painful landing, she tried desperately to think of something else. She tried picturing her family in her head but their image was too blurry for her to make out their faces.
That’s when Kim felt a powerful tug in her body and suddenly she wasn’t falling as fast anymore. Warm hands encircled her waist, pressing her against an equally warm body. Kim felt herself relax and go numb and despite herself, she smiled.
Kim felt hot lips against her ear and all of her attention left the awaiting landing, her mind only concentrating at the breaths she felt against her.
“I hope you’re a good swimmer, Kimmie”, was the last thing she heard before the water engulfed the two women and it all went black.