The World Must Never Know | By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53068 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The World Must Never Know
Part Two - Tangled Legacy.
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind. Excerpt from Super Freak by Rick James used without permission.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.
Chapter 12: Twins.
(Alberta Provence, Canada - June 22nd, 2008)
He looked at the sign nailed to the trunk of an aspen tree. No Trespassing. On another tree nearby was, yet another, sign. Danger. Will Du shook his head at the crudely painted skull and crossbones above the word. Some things never changed. He continued his stealthy advance under the cover of the late evening darkness. Soon he could see his destination through the trees. It was a well lit, and well guarded, building. The lair of the infamous Dr. Drakken.
Stopping a fair distance away, Will crouched to the ground and pulled a pair of binoculars from his backpack. For almost ten minutes he studied the movements of the henchmen walking the perimeter of the building. Now all he needed to do was wait for the right opportunity. His thoughts drifted to the blue skinned mad scientist as he did so. Some people never changed either.
Right after the invasion, Drakken was honored for his part in saving the world from the Lowardians. His criminal record was expunged. He was a free man who could do anything he wanted with the rest of his life. Going back to his real name, Drew Lipsky, he actually tried to go straight. That lasted for about two whole months. He might have been considered a hero, but lingering enmity for his past misdeeds drove him, and his super powered feminine sidekick, back underground.
Since then, nothing was seen or heard of either of them. However, Will knew a leopard didn't change it's spots. Drakken had to be planning something. Something big, like the Little Diablo incident. It was only a matter of time before he tried, once again, to take over the world. Will Du smiled as he spotted the opening in the building's defenses he needed. Drakken would never get the chance.
The henchman looked over his shoulder as he turned the corner of the building. He knew he wasn't supposed to leave his post, but he was just dying for a cigarette. He huddled out of sight of his fellow guards and dug the pack out of his red jumpsuit. He lit one and inhaled that first wonderful puff.
Will got as close as he dared to the man's unprotected back. He raised his arm and activated his Stop Watch. The resulting jolt of electricity rendered the henchman instantly unconscious. He stepped close to the prone figure, his foot crushing out the half finished cigarette as he did so, and began removing the man's jumpsuit.
Only a few minutes later, Will checked to make sure the hood and goggles of the red outfit were still properly in place as he strode down the main corridor of the lair. It was just luck the man was close to Will's own slender build. So far, everything was going just as he planned.
He turned down a side passageway in search of his goal. He could see the place he was looking for at the far end.
“Yo! Buddy!”
Will spun around. Another henchman was coming up behind him. He tried to act as naturally as he could when the man approached.
“There's gonna be a poker game tomorrow night in the guard's lounge. You in?”
Will nodded. Hoping the man would not need a verbal reply. He had no idea what the man he was impersonating sounded like.
The henchman smiled and gave him a light punch to the arm. “Good. See ya there. Bring lots of cash.”
A sigh of relief escaped from Will's lips as the man turned and walked away. In his estimation, that was just too close. He resumed his mission as he turned and approached the door of the lair's power room. He didn't need another encounter like that, especially with the lair's owners.
His luck held. Not ten minutes later, he was once again crouching by a tree, watching the building. All he had to do now was wait as the timer of the compact bomb he planted under the lair's reactor counted down. In only a couple more minutes, target number two on his list would be dead.
Heat from the flames engulfing the shattered building warmed his back as he walked into the night. It warmed him almost as much as the knowledge he'd, once again, accomplished his task successfully. Twice now he killed. He remembered his qualms when he first received the mission. Now he could dismiss them completely. This wasn't so bad. It was actually easier than his usual missions. He smiled as he thought about his next target. Maybe he could go for a two-for-one deal?
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(The Sweet Note Karaoke Bar - Edmonton, Canada)
“She's a very kinky girl
The kind you don't take home to mother
She will never let your spirits down
Once you get her off the street, ow girl...”
Shego sat at the table near the back of the bar, wishing she could rip her ears off her head, as she listened to Drakken belt out the moldy oldie from the stage. How could she have let him talk her into this again? She took a sip of her, not quite potent enough, drink. The truth was, she agreed to come out tonight for one reason only. Boredom.
Sometimes she wished he would give up his current pursuits and try to take over the world again. At least then, she would have something interesting to do with her time. She pulled the pastel pink umbrella out of her glass and took a bigger gulp. That wasn't going to happen though. Not with the way things were now.
An irritating buzz impinged on her thoughts. It was almost loud enough to drown out Drakken's off key warbling. Reaching into a pocket, she pulled out a small electronic device. With a flick of her thumb she muted the noise, but a red light on it's display continued to blink rapidly. She shoved it back in her pocket, drained what was left of her drink, and rushed to the stage.
Yanking the microphone out of Drakken's hand, she growled. “Come on Doc. Something's up at home.”
She dragged the protesting scientist out of the bar without noticing the loud applause her actions elicited from the rest of the patrons.
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(Go City General Hospital - February 13th, 1973)
The doctor peered over her rounded belly. His face was stern with concentration, but his words were gentle as he spoke to her. “One more time now Sara. We're almost there. Push.”
She squeezed her husband's hand tightly as she bore down. Surely, she thought, it hadn't been this bad the last time. Maybe what they said was true. Women blocked out the memory of the worst of childbirth, otherwise they might never do it again.
Of course she had only been sixteen at the time. A decade ago. Memory fades. That might account for it. Her high school sweetheart knocked her up and then went splits-ville on her when he found out. She thought she was truly in love with the redheaded, freckle faced, boy until that happened.
Some things she remembered all too well. How her parents yanked her out of school. Made her agree to adoption. She only got to see her twin daughters for a brief moment before they were taken from her forever.
The pain subsided as she heard a tiny voice let out it's first cry.
A nurse said. “It's a girl this time.”
Moments later, two nurses approached the bed and laid a baby in each of her arms. She smiled a teary smile as she looked at their perfect little faces.
The doctor finished his ministrations and started the paperwork. He looked up at the new parents. “Have you decided on names yet?”
Reed Director nodded. “Yes. Their names are Sheldon and Elizabeth.”
Sara smiled up at him. They always wanted two children, but had not expected to get them both at once. She wondered what the odds were of her having twins twice?
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