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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 Five - Hunted.

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 39: Change in the Wind.

(Bertioga, Brazil - February 7th, 1979)
Sunlight danced on the water of the Atlantic ocean as it licked at the sandy beach. The frail old man watched scantily clad worshipers of the sun and sea frolic all around him. Bodies of brown and tan glistened with oils, visions of beauty for which Brazil was famous. In the midst of all that beauty, three pale skinned goddesses stood out. Their long blonde hair hung wetly over their shoulders. Eyes like cerulean gems sparkled. For sixteen years he raised, taught, and molded them. Shaping their minds to match the genetically enhanced perfection of their bodies. Josef Mengele smiled at his daughters as the eldest of the triplets beckoned for him to join them in the surf.
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(37 miles outside of Middleton, Colorado - August 8th, 2008)
Joss pulled her wind whipped hair out of her eyes. She watched with fascination as the green skinned woman braced herself at the rear of the van and pointed a flaming hand at the helicopter chasing them. Shego wasn't one of her favorite people in the world, but years of studying her cousin Kim’s missions made her respect the female villain's competency. She could hardly wait to see the woman shoot down the lethal missiles pointed at them.
A bolt of green fire leapt from Shego's fist. It sped across the intervening distance even before the first missile was launched. Only when it impacted with the windscreen of the helicopter, did Joss realize Shego never intended to take out the lethal cargo it carried. Shock crawled over her face as the helicopter exploded into burning hunks of metal, plastic, and sundered body parts, which began to plummet to the ground far below.
Shego turned with a smile on her face as she yanked the van's door closed. The smile froze as she looked into disbelieving eyes of the younger girl. Without a word she climbed past her and resumed her seat. She stared straight ahead as she spoke to the teenager. “First rule of fighting an enemy who's out to kill you Cutie-Pie. You don't shoot the gun out of their hand, you take their head off before they get a chance to pull the trigger.”
Slim was just as shocked by the display of Shego's prowess as his daughter, but he had years more experience to call upon, which gave him a better perspective. He thought back to the first time he encountered a rattler on his ranch. As Shego just did, he hadn't hesitated to dispatch it before it could strike. He looked down at the badly injured, unconscious, man strapped into the seat beside him. Then his gaze when to the child who was back in Shego's arms.
Slim leaned back and fixed his eyes on his daughter. “I reckon the lady is right. These varmints ain't playin' no game youngin'. We all best be a keepin' that in mind. From here on out, it's a gonna be them or us.” He turned back around and addressed Wade. “So where is we headed?”
Wade bit his lip as he peered through the cloudy night outside the windshield. What just happened had been just a big a jolt to him as it had been to Joss. Not because he had any doubt they deserved it, not after what they did to the Stoppable's, but simply because it was unexpected. He didn't like the unexpected, nor did he like not knowing what to do. Right now, he had no clue. They had to hide, that much he was sure of, at least until they knew exactly what was going on and how to fight back.
He needed advice. Since he wasn't able to contact Kim, whose advice he respected, he would have to look elsewhere. He couldn't bring himself to get in touch with Ron, knowing he'd have to tell him what happened to his parents if he did. There was just no way he could face being the one to tell him. There was only one person left he could think of. Taking one hand off the wheel, he reached into his pocket and dug out his cell phone. “Let's see if we can find out.”
He punched in a number Nana Possible gave him, with the instructions it only be used in an emergency. A grim smile crossed his lips as he waited for it to connect. This sitch certainly qualified.
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(Mt. Yamanuchi, Japan)
With his wings outstretched, Cathraxon circled in a lazy glide upon the rising thermal current over the battlefield. Although there were many differences between his own realm and the human world, there was one thing both had in common. War. He watched the black clad defenders, whose lack of armor and simple hand propelled weapons seemed inadequate, fight off the invaders with admirable skill. He could, even so far above the melee, smell their pride and desire to protect what was theirs.
He turned his attention to the bluish gray uniformed warriors, in full body armor, storming the courtyard gates. The simple defenses were no match for their more advanced weapons. As was so typical of such invaders, he could scent their certitude of righteous cause. As this smaller force, only a couple dozen strong, took the courtyard, he could tell both sides were fairly evenly matched.
With an eye honed by many such skirmishes in his home world, he assessed the battlefield. He knew the fight would be won by the side with the best leadership. Picking out the leaders of the invaders was easy, they fought at the heads of their troops. Finding the one who lead the opposition was more difficult. It wasn't until he looked closer to his own lofty position that he saw him.
The old human, dressed in purple and yellow robes, sitting atop the tallest of the buildings, directing his forces from that pinnacle of safety. Recognizing him as the one he was here to find, Cathraxon smiled. The tide of battle was about to turn in favor of the invaders, because the defenders would very soon be without a leader. Canting his wings back, he began a dive toward the tall building's roof.
Sensei's eyes were closed as he used his astral form to guide his ninja in defense of their home. Although he didn't know how Global Justice discovered their secret training ground, or why they would choose to attack it, he was determined to protect it and the monkey magic duty called upon him to keep safe. Down in the courtyard his spectral avatar sent out the order for the forces he kept hidden until now to surround the invaders. He was just beginning to smile at the result, when he had the feeling he was no longer alone.
Opening his eyes, he stood and turned. When he saw what was perched on the roof of the shrine, he was unsurprised. “So creature, you have found a way back to our world?”
Cathraxon rose up on his hind hooves, towering over the small man. “I told you when we last met I would attempt to find a way to do so. I do not make such promises lightly.”
Tucking his hands within his voluminous sleeves, Sensei nodded. “Then you also hold to your promise to seek your revenge upon me?”
“I do.”
Sensei bowed to the demon. “Then so be it.”
Surprised by the lack of fear in the elderly human, Cathraxon asked. “Why are you not afraid?”
Sensei raised his head and stared into the otherworldly being's eyes. “Because time is on my side. Even now my champion is working to undo all that has gone wrong before. That which was shall never come to pass. History will be reshaped and I will be victorious.”
The certainty of those words cut like a blade. With an angry swipe of his claw, Cathraxon made those words the last the human would ever utter. Watching the mangled and lifeless body tumble off the rooftop, he only took peripheral note that the tide of battle had changed. Though the old man lost his life, it appeared he had won the fight.
He pondered the human's last words as he watched the few remaining invaders being driven away in panic. Could there be something to that final boast? Was there a chance his vengeance would be for naught? He lifted his snout and scented the the air over the battlefield, searching for some hint of truth in the old ninja's words. He could sense powerful magic just beneath him. Some of which was almost strong enough alter reality, as the man suggested.
Turning his senses outward, he searched. Far away, upon another continent, he felt it. A magic so strong it could feasibly change the entire world. His fangs showed in his smile as he reached down and plucked two bits of darkness out of the shadow of the building with his own meager magic. He would not be denied! Shaping the the pieces of shadow into small winged figures with his talons, he released them onto the wind.
As he watched them speed away in two different directions, as his will dictated, he had one thought to spare for the corpse in the courtyard. “You may be a cunning magician, but I am a warrior. This fight I will win.”
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(Mystical Monkey Temple, Africa)
“Noooo!” Ron let out a panicked yell as he ran around the tall staircase leading up to the alter with the Tempus Simia held above his head. He wasn't sure his tactic of running away was going to work for much longer. Just as he wasn't sure why Yori was trying to stop him. Or why, for reasons he simply couldn't fathom, she was being helped to do so by the toy maker, Nakasumi's, translator.
The two kunoichi ceased their attempts to try to outflank the running man at Kyoko's signal. “Daughter. Let us simply wait. He cannot act if he cannot reach the alter.”
Yori nodded to her mother. They both took the stairs upward with agile leaps, toward the alter. With the both of them there he wouldn't be able to activate the artifact's magic without having to get past them.
In one more attempt to show Ron the folly of his ways, Yori called down to him, as he came to a panting halt. “Ron-San! You have been deceived! Changing history is not the answer. You should never have given up your power to do so.”
Ron’s arms trembled as he held onto the idol. He could see the light of the sun dimming through the hole in the temple's ceiling. He had to get to the alter soon, or wait another whole day. His chances of doing that seemed to range from slim to none. His only hope was to try to convince Yori she was wrong.
“I gotta do it! Don't you see? It's all my fault, but I can fix it with...”
Kyoko interrupted him as the sun's light dimmed even further. “When I met him before, I always thought it was jet-lag that made him babble so.”
Yori shook her head. “No. This is how he always is. He cannot seem to help him... self...” She peered around in confusion as the sun's light seemed to dim far more than any cloud cover could ever account for. “What is happening?”
All three of them gasped as the darkness extended itself into the temple. Within seconds all was black around them. Then, with the odd sound of fluttering wings, the light returned.
Ron stared with disbelief at his empty hands. He wiggled his fingers, trying to understand what just happened. “Hey! How did you do that? Where's the idol!? Give it back!”
Yori and Kyoko exchanged a confused look. Like him, neither of them knew where the ancient artifact had gone.
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(Over the Rocky Mountains)
Wade almost yelled into the phone as he fought to keep the flying van on course. “We don't know! One second she was here, then we flew through a dark bank of clouds, and when we came out, she was gone!”
Shego glowered at her empty lap where, only moments before, Hana lay asleep in her arms. “Somebody is gonna pay. Big time!”
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(Global Justice headquarters - August 9th, 2008)
Beads of cold sweat, like prickles of ice, covered Adolf's forehead as a low chime sounded throughout the command center. Midnight. A new day was beginning. A day that should have seen the end of his much despised family. He wiped his brow and tried to maintain his composure as he barked out instructions. As his orders were followed, he turned and headed for the door.
In the corridor, he felt his Redmond Tappe persona falling away. He struggled to compose himself in the face of almost total failure. Failure that was topped off with fear. Not only had his agents failed in their tasks, they also made him a potential target of the one person he never wanted the attention of. All his years of preparation, his schemes and goals, wiped away because of some trigger happy agents who couldn't handle abducting a child.
He lurched into motion. Saving his own precious skin had to be his first priority. He had to cover his tracks before Ron Stoppable found out who set in motion the chain of events leading to his parents' deaths. By the time he entered the elevator and hit the button that would take him down to the detention level, a plan was already forming. He would disappear from the chain of events. With his link gone, everything would lead upward. The ax, when it fell, would be falling on the council's necks.
There was a smile on his face as he exited the elevator. He could imagine the look on Head Councilwoman Euryale's face when she found herself accused in his stead. It didn't matter to him that she had been the one to give him the information, and the backing, he needed to find and dispose of his family. Approaching the cell where one member of his family was held, his smile widened.
At least he wasn't losing the chance to make the woman inside the cell into a creature if his will. Taking her with him was risky, but would be well worth it when she became his newest subservient plaything. He stopped just outside the door. The sight of a burly GJ trooper, checking the security of a cell door further down the hallway, gave him an idea.
He fell completely back into his role as Tappe, as he called out to the trooper. “Come here for a moment, Trooper..?”
The helmeted man raised his gloved hand in a salute. “Trooper Daniel Seaver, Sir!”
Tappe refrained from showing his amusement. This was perfect. The man was obviously a new recruit, otherwise he would know saluting wasn't part of GJ protocol. Probably ex-military, therefore easily manipulated and easy to dispose of after his usefulness was over. “Trooper Seaver, by order of the council, the prisoner is to be moved to a more secure location. I require your assistance in facilitating the transfer.”
Again the trooper saluted. “Sir! Yes, Sir!”
Placing his hand on the palm scanner beside the door, Tappe unsecured the lock. The door swung open, revealing the unconscious form of the former GJ commander. Other than administering the drugs, the formulas for which he'd found amongst Dietrich and Josef’s notes, he'd had little chance to begin her actual training. He stepped inside with the trooper right on his heels.
Studying the unconscious woman, Tappe thought about what the chemical concoction was doing inside her. Just as the drugs did with his own mother so long ago, they were altering her mind, making her pliable to his will. It gratified him that her genetic alterations, so like his own, hadn't enabled her to recover from the initial stupor the drugs induced yet. He lied smoothly to the trooper as he took a step toward the woman. “She's been given a sedative, to make her less recalcitrant. Unfortunately, that means I need your help carrying her.”
From behind his helmet's eye shield, the trooper looked over the woman. She'd obviously been beaten, but the bruises he could see were more likely from a fight, rather than torture. Her uniform blouse was torn, revealing the generous curve of her uncovered cleavage to him. Both her belt and boots were missing. In all, she seemed in fairly good shape. That was all he needed to know, as he took action.
Tappe felt an arm wrap around from behind him and enclose his neck in a powerful hold. “Wha..?”
The shocked half question was all he could manage as the arm tightened, cutting off his air. He grabbed frantically at the arm, trying with all his genetically engineered might to dislodge it. Even that was of no use, as the arm under his prying fingers seemed like it was as solid as steel. He felt the trooper's beard tickle his neck as the man leaned in and whispered menacingly in his ear.
“I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. I have contradictory orders, from a much higher source.”
Adolf barely had time to register what the man said, before the arm flexed and twisted, snapping his neck like a twig.
Betty Director blinked her eye as she came to. The blurriness around her coalesced into sharp detail. She looked up at the uniformed man standing just inside the open doorway. With effort, she lifted her body up on one elbow and peered at his smiling face. “Aren't you a little evil for a GJ trooper?”
He lifted his helmet off his head and laughed. “I guess I should have known better than to expect a thank you, Little Sister.”
“What the hell are you doing here Sheldon?” Her eye lighted on the body laying at his feet. “Crap! Is he dead? Dammit! Now how the fuck am I going to find out what he was really up to?”
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(Global News Network - Cable channel 42)
--BREAKING NEWS UPDATE--
“It has been confirmed by a source inside the United Nations that the footage released just after midnight is genuine. GNN has yet to confirm the rumor there is more to the video of this heinous crime available on the internet. To recap, just after midnight the group responsible for what is being called The Possible Manifesto released footage of two of it's leaders torturing and murdering a law enforcement official...”
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