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The Middleton Pact - Redux

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More)

If you find any of the above offensive, please don't read further.

CHAPTER 35: No Hope.

The dark, lonely mountain reached to the sky. A sky boiling with thick black clouds. Lightning streaked down to the distant earth far below. Standing astride the peak of jagged rock stood a god. Naked to the elements, he laughed. His bulging muscles rippled beneath his pale cerulean skin. His coal black hair whipped in the strong winds. From his loins there jutted an enormous phallus, it's veins throbbed with pent up power.

From his great height, he surveyed the cities of the world. All of them teamed with people who were nothing more than microbes in comparison to his glory. With both hands he grasped his gigantic member. With all his might he swung it toward the nearest city. A scream of triumph tore it's way from his throat. A beam of devastating energy lanced out from the fearfully powerful weapon in his grasp.

Pleasure rippled through him as he watched the city burn and crumble. It's people scattering in fear of his majesty. Again and again, with each powerful stroke of his hands along the shaft, his power shot out. One by one, the cities beneath his feet were wiped from existence. Soon there was only a single city remaining. He thrust himself at it. All who had once dared to mock him would soon be no more. Nothing happened. Again he thrust, only to have his mighty weapon of destruction fall limply from his hands. Above the city a form began to appear.

It loomed larger and larger in his eyes. In moments it stood as tall as his mountain. Arms and legs formed out of it's slick, bumpy, hide. The now impotent god watched in horror as it approached. He could see it's glistening green skin. Smell it's briny scent on the wind. A face appeared upon the giant behemoth. It's great black eyes peered at him. It's mouth twisted into a sharp toothed smile. The giant Gherkin opened it's gaping maw. The god trembled in fear as it's gnashing teeth came for him. As it bent to devour him, it spoke.

“Sugar Booger? Can you hear me? Wakey wakey!”

Dr. Drakken opened his eyes to a sight even more horrifying than his nightmare. With a childlike scream, he began scrambling away, across the concrete floor. A few panicky moments later, he was huddled in a corner, sucking his thumb. His eyes darted wildly around. Behind the approaching woman he could see the bars of what was obviously some kind of prison cell.

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In the semi-darkness of the approaching sunrise, Kim and Yori watched the activity taking place a block away. Global Justice agents swarmed the retirement home in their search. Kim was glad she parked the station wagon just far enough away they could see what was happening, but not close enough for it's presence to arouse suspicion. She wasn't even slightly surprised her grandmother managed to give GJ the slip.

From the Kimmunicator on the dash came a voice. It was the lead GJ agent, admonishing his troopers to finish their search within the next half hour. Kim turned the volume down slightly. She looked at the teenage girl sitting beside her, wearing the all black tunic of her shadowy art. It was a far cry from the cheerleader skirt and tight T-shirt she wore, more for comfort than stealth. “So what you're saying is, I can't do the whole super magical blast thing I saw Sensei do to the Yono, because it's not in my nature?”

Yori sipped the bitter coffee from the paper cup in her hand. “That is the best way I can describe it Master. He who was Sensei only believed in fighting up close with an enemy as a last resort. You are one who prefers the joy of close battle. The dark magic only works in the way you desire. Since you do not care for attacking from a distance, it is not a thing the magic will do for you.”

Kim sipped her own coffee. “Then because I like the idea of protecting myself, I can do the shield thing?”

Yori gave a nod. “As is also the case with the levitation. You embrace your freedom and what could be more free than the ability to fly?”

Kim grinned. “It is pretty Spankin'. Tell me Yori. How is it you know so much about this magic stuff?”

Yori stared into the vague distance beyond the windshield. “When in private, my former master liked to brag about it. Especially to family. That is how I know.” A faint shudder passed through her body. “He much loved to use his powers to test our loyalty.”

Kim felt a shudder in sympathy. She remembered the things Yori told her about her life as a ninja during their flight to Florida. Some of the things Yori said she was forced to do turned her stomach. Other things she spoke of, made Kim equally aroused. A few did both. “I get what you mean. Tell me about how the whole mental aspect of it works.”

Yori turned her eyes to her Master. “The magic is, at it's core, a thing of the mind. You first felt it when you began to sense the intent of others. Knowing loyalty is a part of that.”

Kim grinned. “Yeah. That was a big shocker. I felt it with Betty that first time, but I didn't know it was the magic. When you first called me master though...” She remembered the sight of Yori on her knees in the bedroom. A perfect vision of submissive beauty. “It was like I could feel it deep inside me.”

Yori smiled. “I knew you would Master. That is why I knew you would not reject me, even though I was once your enemy.”

Kim tried to remember what it was like, only a short time ago. She thought of how she loathed Yori. Hated her with what she now knew to be murderous passion. Now she found none of that inside her. Knowing the girl was her true and loyal servant, only brought a feeling of peace and contentment. “It's funny how I seem to be collecting ex-enemies. First Betty. Then you. Even Barry. I once beat him up without even knowing who he was.” She let out a laugh. “Barkin too, now that I think of it. He was never really an enemy, but he was a pain in my butt for years.”

Yori half turned in her seat. “Master, you also have the loyalty of your wives and family. It is the same and more. For they also give you their unconditional love. That is a magic greater than any other.”

Kim raised her brows questioningly. A hint of her infamous Puppy Dog Pout began to form. “Then you don't love me?”

Yori felt her mind reel at the deviousness of the attack being unleashed upon her. This was not magic. It was a skill honed by years of practice. “I respect you my Master. Perhaps, someday, I may come to love you.”

Kim unleashed the full force of her PDP. “I can understand that. But does that mean you don't want to have sex with me?”

Had her Master commanded it, Yori would have performed any service for her, sexual or otherwise. That Kim Possible would use such methods to get what she wanted, showed her she truly chose her new Master well. She looked into the visage of pure evil and knew it was a thing none could resist. The pouting lip and soulful eyes could drain away the most steadfast of wills. All thought of simply performing a service fled. She was consumed by the need to give her Master the gratification she deserved and to enjoy every moment of doing so. “Oh my Master! It would be my honor and pleasure to fulfill any and all of your desires! No matter how base, or humiliating they may be.”

Kim turned the pout into a smile as she glanced at the dashboard clock. There was still twenty minutes left before GJ called off it's search and they could begin their own. She reached out and flipped the switch that would opaque the car's windows. There was a gleam of lust in her eyes as she began to lift her skirt. “Glad to hear it. One thing you should know though. I always give as good as I get.”

Yori returned the smile as she eyed Kim's spreading legs. Saw her master's glistening womanhood beckoning to her. She knew, beyond any doubt, she had chosen well indeed.

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(September 4th 2007 8:14 am)

Jack Hench adjusted his tie as he strode down the steps of the courthouse. He glanced at the man trotting to keep up with him. “I dislike jail cells. If I ever have to spend so much time in one again, I may have to consider hiring a different law firm.”

The lawyer felt the fear only a lawyer could at the thought of loosing such a wealthy client. “Sir. I am very sorry, but no amount of bribes or extortion can make a courthouse open on a holiday.”

Hench stepped up to his waiting limousine. “I'll let it go this time. Now contact my admin. Tell him I want to be open for business before lunchtime.”

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The plump elderly woman peered through the peephole in her front door. Everything looked peaceful on the grounds of the retirement community. She couldn't see any sign of the uniformed men anywhere. She breathed a sigh of relief as she bent to pick up the large suitcase.

A voice from behind her asked. “Going on a trip Mrs. Greenfield?”

She felt the luggage slip from her grasp. It fell to the floor and sprang open. It's contents spilled in every direction. She turned and saw the one person she'd been warned to avoid at all costs.

Kim smiled as she looked at the bandages and medicines on the floor. “Or maybe you're going to visit an injured friend?”

The woman tried her best to smile. She knew her only hope was to feign ignorance. “Kimberly. What a surprise. Are you here visiting your Nana?”

Kim let her smile widen. “I am. But I get the feeling you already knew that.” She reached down next to a comfortable looking chair. From a yarn filled wicker basket, she extracted a large silver knitting needle. “Could you tell me where she is?” She twirled the length of pointed metal in her fingers. “Pretty please?”

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He heard footsteps approach. Thirst, hunger, and the desire not to die alone made him call out. After who knew how many hours, he no longer cared who found him. Through the thickness of the metal pressing against him, he heard voices. There was a horrible screech as metal was twisted and wrenched aside. Light blinded him after so long in the dark. Blinking away tears, he looked into the face of an angel. It occurred to him that he must be pretty far gone. Never before in his life would he have considered using such a term to refer to Shego.

Shego and Steve pulled the battered henchman out from behind the lair's destroyed door. While Steve checked him for any life threatening wounds, Shego asked. “Albert? What the hell happened here?”

Albert let out a small grunt of pain as his bruised ribs were poked. “I'm not sure. The last thing I remember was seeing Cee-Cee outside the door.” Confusion drifted across his face. “That can't be. Maybe I hallucinated it. Doc hadn't even started putting her back together yet.”

Steve looked up at Shego. “Nothing's broken as far as I can tell. He looks dehydrated. I'm guessing he's been trapped back there most of a day.”

The Henchman gave a feeble nod. “Yeah. Thirsty, hungry too.”

Steve and Shego lifted the man and half walked, half carried, him down the stairs into the lair.

At the bottom of the stairs Albert looked around and said. “Not hungry any more.”

The three of them looked out on a scene of total carnage. Bodies of Drakken's Henchmen lay strewn around the main cavern. It was hard to tell how many there were, since most of them were just bloody, mangled, pieces.

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A nurse pushed the wheelchair into the conference room at Global Justice headquarters. As she was rolled into the room, Betty Director bit back her pain and tried to concentrate. She'd refused any kind of pain medicine for her injuries. She needed a clear head, and all her wits about her, if things didn't go as planned. Three people sat at the large table. One was the agent who did the lip reading on the feedback induced video. Next to him sat the head of cybernetic research. At the far end of the table was the acting head of Global Justice, Candida Du.

It wasn't the people in the room that concerned her. It was the one's who were just images on the room's view screens that would make the decision. Hego, Twill, Lucre, and Dementor all stared out of the monitors at her. She knew they were waiting for the last member of the Council to appear. It was that member who made her worry. His first decision upon taking his seat on the Council was breaking the tie vote on the disposition of Miss Freedom. His vote had made it 3 to 2 in favor of the villains who wanted her declared a vigilante.

Insight she'd gained from her years in a Council seat, told her it was a death sentence. Although a vigilante could be arrested and sent to prison, it was something that happened only rarely in the history of the Pact. There was a high probability he'd pronounce the same sentence for her. Voting in her favor would, as far as they knew, mean restoring an enemy to a position of power. With three villains on the Council, it was an unlikely outcome.

After minutes of silent waiting, the last image appeared. Señor Senior Senior gazed out of the screen. “I hope you will pardon my tardiness. I have done an intensive investigation of the evidence presented by Dr. Director. Also, I have studied the reports made by all of you. Most intriguing is the video found in the memory cache of Dr. Director's cybernetic orb. It does indeed show that she was being insincere about joining Kim Possible.”

Betty didn't show the relief she felt inside. That video was entirely faked. Wade Load used his holographic projector to create it. Since it was GJ's own lip reader who'd once again given a transcript, there would be no doubt the faked dialogue would be accepted. Furthermore, it was the cybernetic researcher that extracted the information. With the report of her condition and situation from Du, things looked to be going in her favor.

Señor Senior Senior gave an exaggerated sigh. “However... I am a suspicious person by nature and inclination. I find the evidence to be less than compelling. Be that as it may, Commander Du's sworn statement that she was in on Dr. Director's plan to deceive Kim Possible makes me put aside my doubts. I shall place my vote in favor of restoring the, too good for my liking, Doctor to her position. This brings the vote to 3 to 2 in favor.”

Betty stared, wide eyed, as the screens went dark one by one. She continued to sit in stunned silence as Candida dismissed both the scientist and agent. She was soon alone in the room with Du.

Candida rose from her seat and walked over to Betty. She sat on the edge of the table and smiled. “Did you really think you could get away with it? Of all people you should have known better. GJ has extensive records of the kind of manipulation Mr. Load is capable of. I do have to applaud the lengths you went to. Tell me, did you cause your own injuries or did you enlist help?”

Betty could feel a lump forming in her stomach. She knew she'd been well caught out. “Both. I seem to have underestimated you in more ways than one. I suppose I should ask. If you knew, why did you lie to the Council and get me reinstated?”

Candida laughed. “I'm a scientist. I don't want to be the head of Global Justice.”

Betty shook her head at the woman's explanation. “That can't be the only reason. You could simply step down if that was all there was to it.”

Candida grasped the arm of Betty's chair and turned it until they were facing each other directly. “You're right. There is another reason. One that appeals to the researcher in me. Curiosity. You are working for Kim Possible. She wants that to remain a secret while you continue to lead Global Justice. This leads me to believe she is planning something worldwide in scope. I want to go along for the ride. I want to see for myself, up close and personal, what can only be history in the making.”

Betty nodded thoughtfully. “Do you know the saying, 'May you live in interesting times'?”

A look of interest crossed Candida's face. “I know that it's purported to be an ancient Chinese curse. That's never been substantiated though. I do get what you are saying. I understand full well how dangerous all this could be. I'm ready to take that risk. You are. Steve is. I'm willing to stand aside. You get what you want with no interference. I'll remain silent about all of it. All I ask in return is to know what is really happening.”

Waving her hand at the room, Betty asked. “You would let all this fall into the hands of a woman who has embraced evil? What if she is out to destroy the entire world?”

Another laugh escaped Candida. “We both know she's not going to do any such thing. So she's evil. You know as well as I do how little difference there is between good and evil. Like everyone in GJ, I've studied Kim for years. When she sets her mind to something, she achieves it. She thrives on accomplishment. Destroying the world would accomplish nothing. How many times have you given us all the speech? Told us the one indisputable fact about Kim Possible? We all know it by heart. She can do anything.”

Betty knew she'd held up Kim for years as an example. She did believe it was true. That belief was echoed in the eyes of the woman in front of her. Belief is a strong and powerful thing. “You know I am not the one who has the final say on this?”

Candida nodded. “I understand it is Kim who will decide. I'll accept whatever she says.”

Betty felt the need to impress on the young woman the gravity of the situation. “Will you? Do you understand that, when it comes to Kim Possible, the word final is not to be taken lightly?”

Candida stood. “I understand completely. I stand by my word.”

Betty looked up into the face of unshakable belief. For a very brief moment her mind touched on an idea. It was something beyond what most anyone in the world would even consider. Was it what Kim intended? If it was, could Kim do it? Even as the question formed in her mind, Betty knew the answer. Kim could do anything. In that moment, she too believed.

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Kim and Yori silently climbed the rickety wooden frame. Below them lay fetid swamp. Above was a dilapidated building. There were many places she'd thought of where Miss Freedom might hide. This place had not been on the list. Once again, her father's mother was showing herself to be both cunning and deceitful. Hiding out in Drakken's old swamp lair. It was truly inspired. It would even have worked if she hadn't gotten the location from a very weak link.

She looked down. The last time she'd seen this view was when Drakken tried to throw her to the gators. None of his traps ever seemed to work out. She now knew what she hadn't back then. They weren't supposed to. Someday she too might have to do the same. For now though, she'd stick with threats. They took less effort and, so far, were getting the job done. She put her musing on hold as they neared the central pit in the building's floor.

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Wade looked into the eyes of the woman he loved. “The decision is yours.”

Monique smiled. “I already decided. Let's do it.”

Leaning forward, Wade kissed her. “I'll have everything finished up today. Tomorrow we'll make the announcement.”

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A sound woke her. She opened her eyes and stared into two faces. She didn't know one of them, the other was a face she hoped she would never see again. “Well Kimberly Ann, have you come to murder me?”

Kim smiled. “Now, now Nana. What kind of person do you think I am?”

Nana Possible tried to sit up. I was suddenly clear to her that she was tied to her makeshift bed. She glared at the horned creature who had, once upon a time, been her granddaughter. Ronald's description of Kim came back to her. “You aren't a person! You're nothing but a monster!”

Kim shook her head. “Funny you should say that. That is just what daddy said about you, when he found out you were the one who murdered grandpa.”

The old woman slumped. The moment played over and over in her mind. “It was an accident. I was trying to keep him from killing James.”

Kim sat on the edge of the bed. “I know. What I don't know, is why you never told him. Why you let him live all these years with the horror of what happened that day.” With a tender motion, she brushed a stray white hair from the elderly woman's brow. “If I needed a reason to kill you, that would be a pretty good one. The thing is Nana, I have so many reasons, I don't know which to pick.” She stood and began pacing beside the bed. “The Council voted you know. You're a vigilante now. I could kill you for that reason alone. Nobody would even care to question it.”

Nana stared up a the calm, almost disinterested, look in Kim's face. “So you are going to kill me. Get it over with! I don't want to live in the same world with someone like you anymore!”

Kim sighed. “Don't be in such a hurry. I still haven't told you all the reasons yet. My friend Wade, remember him? He asked me to get revenge for him. Your stunt with the EMP ruined years of his life's work. I guess I could kill you for that. Heck, I could do it just because you attacked me in my lair, my home.” Once more she sat beside her grandmother. “The thing is. I'm not going to kill you for any of those reasons. You did something a hero isn't supposed to do. You lied. You lied to dad. You lied to Commander Viceroy when you told him it was OK to use villain tech to assault my lair.” With extreme gentleness, she reached out and took the elderly woman's hand. “A hero isn't supposed to lie. Even so, I'm not going to use that as a reason to kill you.”

Looking into Kim's evil eyes, she felt there might still be a chance to survive this day. “If you aren't going to kill me, why did you come here?”

Kim smiled. “Is that hope I see in your eyes?” She released the hand and motioned to Yori. The ninja stepped closer to the bed and placed a bent piece of metal in her hand. “I'm not going to kill you Nana. You deserve to die though. When you attacked my lair, you killed an innocent person. Someone who had nothing to do with any of what happened.” She laid the bent license plate on her grandmother's chest. “Let me tell you something about hope.” Kim reached out an placed her hands on either side of her Nana's face. “Because of you, Hope is lost.”

Nancy Possible bent her neck down to look the object on her chest. It was a vanity plate. There was one word on it. It said HOPE.

Kim leaned closer and whispered in her grandmother's ear. “Hope was a friend of mine. A bright, outgoing, cheerleader. She had her whole life ahead of her... Until you stole it away. Just like you stole grandpa's...” Kim leaned back and stared into the older woman's wrinkled face. “You ruin lives. Yet you have the gall to call me a monster. Yes Nana, you really do deserve to die.” She smiled brightly. “Lucky for you, I promised daddy I wouldn't harm you. I, unlike you, am a person of my word.”

Sobs of relief broke out of the wounded hero's throat. She thought she was looking a horrible death in the face. She could barely believe Kim still had even the barest sense of right and wrong left in her. She was about to give her thanks to the girl, when she saw something in her slitted eyes. What she saw turned her blood cold.

Kim stood up and smiled down at her grandmother. “Yes. You get it now, don't you, you bitch?” Kim raised her hand and motioned Yori closer. “I won't lay a finger on you.”

Yori bowed to the terror filled woman in the bed. “It will be my honor to torture you to death for my beloved Master.”

A giggle rose up in Kim as she watched Yori draw a small knife from her tunic.

The gleeful sound was soon drowned out by her Nana's dying screams.
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