Global Justice had been carefully tracking the pattern of this new villain, after much research and detective work they knew that this place would be the next target for this nightmare on legs. Everyone in the building was really a member of GJ, replacing the usual staff that came here. There were also secret guards placed at every room entrance and exit, whoever this psychopath is they aren't getting away this time.
In the break room a couple of scientist were just sitting down for their break, a guard walked in with a “Hi Steve, hi Jim” while making a B line for the vending machines.
“Hear about Debby?” Steve said, his fingers playing around with the candy wrapper while looking for the ending of the joke that was under the flap. “I heard she got some kind of herpies or something last week and that's why she was gone for a while.”
“I heard she's knocked up,” the guard said, focusing on the cheetos that was slowly coming forth. “I wonder who's it is, sure the hell wouldn't be mine.”
“Not mine,” Jim said polishing off the danish. “That only narrows it down the all of GJ and possibly WWEE.”
They all laughed a little while the guard took a seat, another guard came in with a “hi Steve, hi Jim, Hi Ray.” He purchase a random snack before speaking, “What you guys laughing about?”
“Debby,” they all replied.
“Ah,” he said. “She died last week, got hit by a car walking out of the free clinic.”
“Wow, both unusually somber and yet fitting for the woman.” Ray said.
The others agreed, the guard reached for his snack when he launched backwards with for long strides appearing on his chest. He fell backwards dead, the other moved quickly.
Steve shouted when those strides appeared on him, he fell upon the table; knocking it over. Ray was in a blind panic, reaching for his gun when something impaled him, Jim watched everything as the man fell to the floor. What is going on?! he thought while searching around the room, there was no one visible there. He received his death from behind.
Down the hall, three scientist were exiting their work station and walking down the corridor when they stopped. Four long marks have mysteriously appeared on the walls, a small wisp of dust lifted from each mark giving this situation a eerie feel.
The scientist on the right was the first to feel this phantom's wrath, followed by the scientist on the left and the middle.
This continued on, for an hour a phantom attacker has been killing the people left and right with no one able to stop her. Even when aware of this creature's presences it was already too late.
When the entire building fell silent, the phantom revealed itself with a very hideous grin.
“Global Justice is going to have a fit about this.”
“Let them have one, Wade,” Kim said as she prepare to jump out the door and parachute down to the building below. “Right now my only concern is taking this nut down, I'll deal with Dr. Director afterwards.”
“Alright,” Wade said before cutting transmission. Kim hurled herself out into the rushing wind. This was a solo mission, meaning no Ron at her side, to protect while he watches her back.
She didn't want him hurt on this one, she would never live that down for as long as she lived.
Once releasing her chute Kim kept out of sight, when her feet touch ground she looked up to see the welcome wagon. “Hello, boys.”
What has gotten into her? Ron Stoppable thought after feeding his naked mole rat, lately his best friend has been acting very strangely and out of character. It started after going to Vienna, when Faust showed up and Shego left.
Ron wonder over to his bed, there were a pile of homework that would be placed on hold ‘til the last minute and his Gameboy Advance. He was reaching for the handheld when a feeling over came him, it had minimal importance but Ron wonder if…
Grabbing his jacket quickly and telling his parents were he was going Ron went outside, traveling about on the streets he ended up at the place of the person he needed to see the most at this moment.
Mrs. Possible open the door after he knocked, she was a little surprised but greeted him with a smile. “Oh, hello Ronald. I wasn't expecting you, I was about to make dinner soon.”
“Would you mind if I came in?”
“Uh, sure. Kimmy isn't here at the moment.”
“I know,” Ron said while taking off his coat. “I want to talk to you, about Kim.”
“Well, that's a bit unusual,” Mrs. Possible said.
“Yes, actually I have to ask something, did Kim ever tell you about her first mission?”
There three, all were the same uniform with long sharp metal claws and visors like the one that the man had. Kim stood there, wondering which stance to take for this.
They all charged forward, two were going to back hand her while the third was going to split her down the middle. Kim moved forward, rearing one foot while raising her hands in a straight finger position; swiping out her hands she stopped the two sides attacks while a kick nailed the overhead smash.
Kim dashed forward, stomping on the man's chest. Once behind them she grasp one assassin in a headlock, swinging one leg over his than pulling back she heard a solid snap. Letting go she now had to focus on the last one, he lunge than swung up.
Kim dodge both attacks, grabbing his arm she twisted around to throw him over her shoulder. Her foot impacted his face with great force.
Searching around the area, now she has to get into the building and find the master mind of this. Kim ran to the wall before jumping up, gripping the ledge than swinging she sailed through the air and landed on the other side easily.
Chow Yung Fat, eat your heart out. She thought while making her way to the shadows.
Mrs. Possible place the food into the oven before taking a seat at the table. The atmosphere was to tense it could be cut with a knife, but that didn't stop her from speaking.
“Kimberly's first mission.” She said, more to herself than anything, “I remember, when she came home she was very depressed; she barely slept, ate or talked and she kept going to her that hero's grave.”
Ron nodded, he kind of remember how she acted back than; she was silent and distant. He never really knew what happened, even in following year when they started team possible.
“All she ever told us that the girl, the hero, died because of her involvement.”
“She never mention any of this to me,” Ron said. “I guess whatever happened must have been very traumatic; I'm just wondering…”
“What that was?” Mrs. Possible finished for him, “trust me, Mr. Possible has been trying to figure that out for quite sometime.”
Ron nodded, now as the room fell silent they nursed their own thoughts about this subject. Ron wonder, what happened.
Kim was paled by the scenes, there bodies at very turn and twist in this building. all of them have been slashed by some kind of claws, some even written words like “ghost”, “Phantom” and “demon”.
Moving carefully through the crowd of death she wonder about the halls, careful not be spotted by the assassins. She has a gut feeling that the master mind would be in the largest room of the building, and that would be robotics experimentation lab. Or says the little map on her Kimmunacator. It didn't take long for her to transverse through the building, pass assassin guards and corpses of GJ members killed by an unknown force to the doors of R.E.L.
She carefully pulled out a extension wire, than connected it to the card reader slot while her device did all the word. Wade had upgraded it before leaving, and she was thankful for that right now.
As the door slid apart Kim caught sight of something she never expected to experience in her life, even in her worst nightmare. She stood there, in the center of the light with her long black hair groomed over one side of her face, a wicked smile on her face with what appeared to be some kind of cybernetic battle armor on. The Kimmunacator fell from her hand while her mind try to take this in.
“V-v…” The rest of the lights turned on, Kim's heart stopped. Her eyes were as wide as possible, the sight of what she was seeing created emotions she thought both was lost and just brewing.
“VIOLET!” Kim roared while charging forward for a attack.
Her fist met with open air, the girl appeared behind Kim. But the redhead's main focus was on the other person, Shego, who was restrained to a large metal cybernetic cross.
Her body was limp and appeared to have been beaten badly, Shego's head was just hanging there. Kim didn't know whether she was alive or dead, turning to the other girl she was beyond angered.
“Long time, no see?” Violet Parr said.
Kim lowered her head, “what did you do?” The intense rage was bleeding into her voice as her fist shook nearly uncontrollably.
“I did nothing, child,” Violet said. “It's really nothing worse than what Faust did, do you remember?”
Kim slowly appear to relax, or be at ease while her face became unreadable. Her eyes were down casted by her bangs, a tear fell.
“Crying?” Violet mocked, “I remember when you held me, you cried your eyes out. Did you feel the same way about her? Well, do you?”
“You,” Kim Possible spoke in the coldest and emotionless tone she could muster. “First you imitate Faust and now, Violet?”
“I am no imitation, I am real just as you…”
Kim lifted her head, her eyes have grown hard and cold.
“…Faust.”