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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53068 -:- 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 One - The Project

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 09: Unshackled.

(Middleton, Colorado - August 27th, 2002)
Kim Possible rushed down the suburban street. She was wearing the first things she could find to throw on when the message, pleading for her help, came through on her website. A pair of slightly faded, khaki colored, cargo pants and a black, crop top, t-shirt. It wasn't her first choice, but she didn't want to dither around finding something more presentable to wear when someone was in need of her help. It was comfortable and she could move in it, that was what really mattered.
At least she had not needed to go far this time. Something that was becoming more of a rarity these days. She was only three blocks from her own home, when she turned a corner and spotted her destination. The woman standing in the open doorway of the single story house, wringing her hands and crying, was a dead giveaway.
She ran through the yard and up to the woman. Her mind was calm and focused in what she thought of as mission mode. Her face reflected that calm as she came to a stop. “Ma'am? My name is Kim Possible. You asked for my help?”
The woman's sobs abated slightly as she looked at Kim with a glimmering of hope in her eyes. “Oh. Thank goodness you're here! It's my son. He's gone missing. The police are looking for him, but they don't understand. He... He's special...”
Kim reached out and touched the woman's arm in sympathy. “Don't worry. I'll find him for you Mrs. Load. Tell me what happened...”
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Kim was just finishing her homework when she heard her dad's voice call out from downstairs.
“Kimberly Ann Possible! Come down here right now!”
She knew that tone of voice. Her parents rarely used her full name like that. When they did, it usually meant she was in trouble. She rushed out of her room, her thoughts confused. She simply couldn't think of anything she'd done wrong.
When she reached the stairs, she saw her dad standing at the bottom. There was a frown on his face and a box wrapped in brown paper in his hand. “What's wrong Dad?”
He held the box up. “This is what's wrong. It's from a boy. What have I told you about..?”
She descended the stairs two at a time. She was reading the shipping label on the box before her dad finished his question. She felt a sense of relief when she saw who it was from. “So not the drama Daddy! It's from that little boy I rescued a couple weeks ago. You know, the one that was lost?”
His eyebrows raised. Sheepishly, he handed her the package. “Oh. Well. I see then.” His face grew stern again. “Just remember Kimmie-Cub. No Boys.”
She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I know. I know. Love ya!”
She left him grinning at the base of the stairs as she ran back up to her room. She was filled with curiosity as she sat the box down beside her computer. As she began unwrapping the box, she had a feeling she knew why he sent it.
Unless it was something like babysitting, she always refused payment for helping people out. It just didn't seem right to her. Because of that, many of them wanted to express their gratitude in some other way. Sometimes they sent her gifts, small tokens of appreciation, or gave her rides when she had a mission further away than she could reasonably get to on her bike. That's what she figured this was. Probably cookies or something his mom baked.
Wade Load was one of the most interesting people she ever met. Even if he was just a kid, around the same age as her little brothers. He was a young genius prodigy who also happened to be severely agoraphobic. She found him less than a block from his home, huddled in the crawlspace under a house. Apparently, while his mother was at work, he'd tried to face his fear of the outdoors. It hadn’t worked. Before he got very far, panic set in and he ran for the nearest enclosed place he could find.
Both he and his mother were extremely grateful when she brought him home safely.
She sat the wrapping paper aside and pried open the top flaps of the box. He eyes widened as she stared at the contents. It was most definitely not cookies. There were a number of things in the box. The first to catch her eye was a small electronic device. Probably because it was sitting right on top. She lifted it out. It appeared to be some kind of cross between a hand held video game and a telephone.
There was a small screen on the face and some buttons beneath it. A sudden and unexpected sound came from the device. She was so startled she almost dropped it.
Beep... De... Beep... Beep...
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(Camp Nowhere - May 29th, 1946)
The scent of blood filled her nostrils. Nanette had her face pressed against the general's side, her nose rubbing right in the mostly dry mess coating him. She was trying to work a small notebook out of his breast pocket with her shackled hands. As military hardware went it wasn't much to work with. Their captors apparently didn't think so either, since they hadn't bothered to relieve the general of it.
She finally managed to grasp it firmly when the door was flung open. The two of them broke apart, as she tried to hide it behind her back. The voice of Sgt. Barkin filled the small room.
“My, my. Don't you two look nice and cozy?”
Gideon spun around and glared at him. They hadn't had near the time they hoped to prepare. If they were to have a chance, he needed to keep Barkin from noticing the blood soaked, wire bound, stack of paper in Maiden's hand. He rushed at the NCO. “You bastard! I'll see you burn in hell for what you've done!”
Barkin backhanded him across the face, sending him to the floor in agony. He fought not to pass out as he was hauled roughly to his feet.
“Don't try me old man. Come on. The good doctor has something very special planned for you.”
He began dragging the general toward the door. While he did, he addressed the other person in the room, thankfully, without looking at her. “I'll be back to see you soon bitch. I'm starting to feel a little, frisky, again.”
She was once again alone in the dark. It hid her smile as she began tearing the coiled wire out of the notebook. He would never touch her again, not if she could help it. Loose paper dropped to the floor. She began straightening and flexing the wire by touch alone.
It took several tries, but she soon managed to bend the wire into a shape that fit the lock on her shackles. They fell from her wrists with a rattle.
Feeling her way along the wall, she approached the door. Her hand found the handle. She waited a moment, listening intently. She already knew, from never hearing keys used during her captivity in the room, it was unlocked. Another mistake on their part. They trusted the shackles alone to keep her confined. What she didn't know, was whether or not there were guards on the other side of the door.
No sound reached her ears through the thick wood. She had to take the risk. The handle turned.
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Dr. Hall could see Stoppable's eyes weren't tracking right as Barkin hauled him into the lab. There was a large bruise forming on his cheek too. “What happened?”
Barkin shrugged as he dropped the stunned man to the floor. “He tried to be a hero. I had to knock that stupid notion out of his head.”
Dietrich didn't know what effect the trauma would have on the experiment, but he figured he would soon find out. He pulled open the heavy metal hatch on the main sphere. “Put him inside.”
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The barrel of the rifle swung in her direction. She crouched beneath it and swept her leg out. The guard started to fall as his legs were knocked out from under him. He released the weapon, obviously intent on using both hands to break his fall. It clattered to the floor only a split second before he landed beside it.
Two pair of eyes locked on the gun. She knew he was about to go for it. Nanette wasn't about to let that happen. She pumped her arm out. Her hand, like the claw of a mantis, went straight for his windpipe. Though she'd practiced the move many times, she never before used it on a real person. The speed, accuracy, and impact of the attack surprised her momentarily.
As he lay struggling to breathe through a torn out throat, she reached down and picked up the M1 Garand. She considered putting him out of his misery, but decided against it. She was feeling much less than generous today. Besides, a shot would only bring more guards down on her. His desperate wheezing followed her down the hallway as she headed toward the door leading to the laboratory. By the time she reached it, there was only silence behind her.
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Gideon shook his head to clear away the cobwebs making him feel fuzzy and light headed. A high pitched whine assaulted his ears as he looked around. He was in some kind of metal bubble. Odd looking lights flickered around him as the sound got louder. Something prickled at his skin. It was as if a thousand ants were crawling over his entire body. The sound got even louder, the lights brighter, the crawling sensation turned to one of intense burning. He screamed.
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Hall ignored the sound coming from the machine. He was used to hearing it from his test subjects. He knew his nephew, who was standing beside him at the console, was enjoying the sound of the man's agony. With the flick of a switch, he changed the frequency and pitch of the radiations flooding the inside of the sphere.
So engrossed in the experiment as they were, neither man heard the door open. They didn't see Nanette enter the room and place the stock of the rifle to her shoulder. They did hear the report as she pulled the trigger.
Dietrich looked up just as a warm gush of blood hit him in the face. Barkin was dropping to the ground like a felled tree. He looked down at his nephew. There was a large gash where the bullet creased his skull. He looked up in shock and saw the woman smiling at him from behind the gun's sight. Fear made his body quiver. His bladder betrayed him.
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