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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53064 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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.

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The World Must Never Know
Part Four - Black Sheep.

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.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.

Chapter 24: Broken Minds, Broken Rules.

(Peruvian lair - August 6th, 2008)
The man known to the world as Redmond Tappe studied agent Du's copious notes as he waited for the young man to revive. The riot pistol lay beside the papers on the workbench, still loaded with it's special rubber bullets. It wouldn't be much longer until the agent was awake. He probably had a few broken ribs, but he would survive. A crooked smile formed on his face as he turned to look at the two robotic figures standing next to the bench. The agent might have been incompetent in carrying out his orders, but he did have some usable ideas.
Incompetency was something he was used to dealing with. Compared to himself, almost everyone in the world was. He was better than them. Stronger, faster, and of greater mental capacity, than the lesser beings called Homo Sapiens. All thanks to a man he never knew. A man whose vision was kept from him by his own father. He remembered well the day he learned the glorious truth. The day he found out the true purpose of his life. The day he stepped into the shoes his father was meant to fill and decided to fulfill Dietrich Hall's great dream. The day he became Der Übermensch.
The blood coated knife felt right in his small hand. He laughed as his father lay dead on the living room floor next to the open lockbox. He could barely hear his own joy over the pitiful screams of his sister. He grabbed a stuffed toy from the couch and flung it at her. “Shut up and go play with your stupid toys you whiny bitch!” He shook the knife at the corpse, splattering tiny droplets of blood across the room. “You are as useless as he was!”
He grinned as his eleven year old sister fled to her bedroom in horrified terror. He knew she was just like his father. Weak. Unmotivated. Unable to comprehend the greatness that flowed through their very veins. Only he was cunning enough to find the hidden box in the attic. Intelligent enough to figured out it's lock. Brilliant enough to discover the secrets it contained. Willful enough to embrace those secrets.
He crouched down beside his father's body. “It's your own fault you know. You had the world in your hands, but did nothing. He would have been very disappointed in you.” Reaching inside the box, he pulled out a file. “Disappointed you didn't follow his last wish.” He looked at the name on the file. The name of a grandmother he never knew existed until now. “She still lives. Someday I will find her. I will kill her too. Then I will become the father of the future. The new human race will descend from me, and me alone! It was your place, but no, you had to deny it!”
Purpose filled him as he turned his back on the man who sired him. He kicked the lid of the lockbox shut and strode out of the room. Now he had to deal with his sister.
The bedroom door flew open. It's lock popping under his exerted strength. He smiled as the girl huddled on her bed, clutching her soft toy. Her panicked screams filled him with joy. She tried to cower against the wall as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. The look in her eyes showed him the unhinged quality of the mind behind them. She was truly weak if the sight of her father's death was too much for her to handle.
He raised the knife. Making sure she saw it clearly. He could easily kill her now, but that would end her fear. He liked the knowledge she was terrified of him. Keeping her alive would be so much more fun. Knowing that everyday, for the rest of her life, she would cower at his greatness. Tremble at his every word. Be his to use how he pleased.
He sat the knife down on the side table next to the bed. “Listen to me Amy. I'm in charge now. I'll hurt you very bad if you ever tell anyone, especially mother, what happened. I'll make you suffer. Then I'll kill you, just like I did father. Obey me and you get to live. Do you understand me you pathetic waste of flesh?”
Laughter bubbled up inside him as she lowered her eyes and spoke in a trembling, cracked, whisper. “Yes Adolf.”
His laughter broke free. He stood and and let it fill the small room. “Now sister. Since I'm the new man of the house, there are going to be some changes. Take off your clothes.”
Adolf Hall smiled at the memory. Raping his twin sister was the icing on the cake. The perfect way to begin his new life. Taking her innocence made him feel powerful, wonderful, great. Over the next few months he reveled in his greatness as he plotted and planned his ascension to power. He took so much joy in watching her descend into madness under his forceful control.
It was too much for her in the long run though. Before a year passed, she had to be shipped off to an asylum. He didn't consider it too much of a loss. She was nothing to him. A broken toy, not even worth the effort of killing. Besides, his own mother made an excellent replacement, once he made her understand who was the boss. She became a craven thing. Eventually becoming his willing slave. Proof he could do anything, even make the most reluctant person his very own plaything.
Once his plans were in place and he was ready to assume a new guise, he took his pleasure in killing her. There would be others, so many others for him to use as he desired. As Redmond Tappe, he would be able to worm his way into a position of trust. From that position, he would make his way up to a place where he could use his power to achieve his goal. He had all the time in the world, thanks to Great Uncle Dietrich's manipulations.
The search for his grandmother consumed him. He knew she changed her name, but not to what. Dietrich hadn't been concerned with that at the time he liberated her son. Then, by the sheerest stroke of luck, he found her. The destruction wreaked by the Lowardians saw to that. He also found a threat to his plan. He couldn't be the father of the future while her other descendents still lived. They could not be allowed to share his glory, his fate, his destiny.
He almost knew fear when he found out what she had spawned. As powerful as he was, he knew he was alone against those who were just as powerful. He had no intention of risking his own precious self by facing any of them as an enemy. Killing them off by proxy seemed to be the only way. It was just too bad his chosen tool failed him after such a good start.
Adolf got up and walked into the main room of the lair. There, bound across a table, was the man who failed him. He still wasn't awake. Though Will Du didn't accomplish his mission, he would serve one last purpose. He would be the pawn that would bring down the one who could best resist the plan. Once she was out of the way, the rest would fall easily.
He chuckled as he sat down to wait and mentally revise his plans. Why should he put himself in danger, when he could let a misled world do the job for him? He would have to thank Will for his ideas, before he died for the cause, that is.
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(Headquarters of the Global Justice Network - August 7th, 2008)
Betty Director's mind gnawed on the words of the waitress turned stripper as the underground travel tube came to a gentle stop.
“Si, he was looking at papers. I saw pictures too, when I brought his third cerveza. Only one did I know. Kim Possible, who once rescued my village from a flood. Another I did not, until I see you here. It was you.”
A little more memory prodding also got Betty a pretty accurate description of the members of Team Go. Including one ex-member. She got answers, but they only led to more questions. Why would Will be assassinating heroes? Who was his unknown accomplice or partner? What was the gain? Money? No. She thought she knew him that well at least. Du was as frugal as the villain who bore that moniker. Power? Possibly. He'd always made it clear he intended to take his career as high as it could go. Still, that just didn't seem like a good enough reason for all this.
She crossed through the almost empty command center. The area was in standby mode for the night, with only a few agents and scientists on duty. She headed toward the computer science lab, a place that better damn well be humming with activity. She strode down the corridor, her mind awash in discarded reasons for what was going on. Only one question kept sticking in her brain. What drove Will Du? Before now, it was one she could easily answer. Duty.
The door to the lab sprang open before her. She stepped into quiet semi-darkness. On a bench sat the laptop she told her scientists their jobs depended on accessing. It was closed and silent. A single agent stood stiffly at attention beside it, obviously a guard. The nervous looking department head was rushing across the lab to meet her.
“Commander! We tried and tried, but Agent Du followed proper security procedures down the line. There is no way to unlock his computer without the exact release codes. We did our best, but it simply can't be done. Not without completely destroying the entire system and any files contained in it.”
Betty closed her eye as she suppressed the urge to lash out with a scathing rebuke. One more missing puzzle piece. She couldn't even be sure there was any relevant information on the computer, but she knew it was a possibility. Will was famous for taking notes of every little detail of even the most insignificant things. If he had, the answers she desperately needed could be sitting right in front of her. With no way into it, those answers might as well be painted on the far side of distant Pluto. Maybe even trying was a waste... Or was it?
Her eye popped open. It almost glowed with the light of the idea that was swirling through her mind. She reached down and picked up the slender laptop. “You did your best Doctor. I'll handle it from here.”
The man scratched his head as she left the lab. He knew very well her abilities when it came to computers, he'd been the one to train her. There was nothing she could try, he and his team hadn't already. With a mental shrug, he went back to his other duties. She was the boss. All he could do now was wait to give her an I told you so, when it blew up in her face.
Betty reached her office in record time. She closed the door and locked it. What she was about to do went against every rule laid down for Global Justice. She sat the computer down on her desk and took her chair. With a turn, it swiveled toward her personal videophone. She began punching in a private call code known only to three people in the entire world. Four, if you counted one Naked Mole Rat, something she was on the fence about.
The screen brightened to display a blurry image of a smiling pink pig on a purple background. She was puzzled for a moment, until the image moved. Then it hit her, she was looking at the sleeve of the world's most eccentric genius hacker's pajamas. The face of Wade Load appeared on the screen. He was yawning and rubbing sleep out of his teenage eyes.
“This had better be another Lowardian attack, Dr. Director, or I'm going back to sleep.”
She glanced at the time displayed on the corner of her screen. Until this moment, it hadn't occurred to her how late it was. She couldn't blame the young man for being a bit surly. Plastering her best diplomatic smile on her face, she prepared herself to grovel before a cranky fifteen year old boy. “Mr Load. I'm very sorry to call you at this time of night, but I have a problem. The kind of problem only you can help me with...”
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