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 12: Party Time.
The Sun was rising over the land named for that very event. It's rays reached out towards a mist shrouded mountain top. A pair of ancient eyes watched the day approach as though it were an enemy. Sensei, master of the Yamanuchi Clan, left the light of the courtyard for the welcoming darkness of the underground passages within the mountain. The light of day had always been an enemy to those who embraced the shadows and the night.
Sitting atop the mountain, the school was a lie. Like the faces his people showed the world, it hid a darker purpose. Luring those who sought training there. Some would be welcomed into the Clan, others would be disposed of. The school also acted as protection from their enemies, like the followers of the Yono, who would think the school was all there was. Right now, it served as a place to lull the Mystical Monkey Master into complacency. Until the time came to take his power for their own. When that time came, the Yamanuchi would bring their beloved darkness to the whole world.
Passing through a secret door, Sensei entered a tunnel of rough hewn rock. Unlike the fiction above the ground, this place was where his Clan practiced the true art, lived their true lives. A man many decades younger appeared out of the shadows and walked with him down a winding stairway of hand cut stone. Reaching the bottom, they turned into a torchlit hallway. Together they approached a thick stone door. Sensei summoned power from the darkness around him and placed his hand upon the door.
Soundlessly, the door opened to reveal a office that in its very modernness made it seem completely out of place. Taking a seat at his desk, Sensei gestured for the younger man to sit. The elder ninja opened his laptop and began accessing data that the Clan secretly collected from all parts of the world above. He called up the the information he needed, then turned the computer around so the younger man could see the screen.
In a firm, melodious voice the old man spoke. “I have a task for you young one. According to your sister Yori, this person may attempt to hinder our plan. You are to go to America and remove this nuisance.”
The young man studied the photo, memorizing the face it displayed. He nodded and stood before his Master. “It shall be done.”
Hirotaka of the Yamanuchi gave a bow of respect to his grandfather, before turning and leaving the office.
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Will Du wasn't happy to be working alone. His team was still laid up, due to the beating they'd taken from the Possibles. Until they healed, he was on his own. He peeked out from between the drapes of the, hastily rented, house. Across the street, he saw two people approaching the little pink house. One he recognized as the infamous Dr. Drakken. The other, a blonde woman, was completely unknown to him. Will wasn't sure what to make of the woman. The way she smiled and clung to the insane scientist's arm, she could be an escort, or date. Something told him, she wasn't what she seemed.
He snapped a few pictures with his digital camera for later cross reference. The GJ database would find out who she was. It galled him to be under strict orders to watch only. Dr. Director was very explicit in telling him not to confront anyone entering or leaving that house. She had told him she wanted information, not another injured hero. Will sighed to himself. He would follow orders. It was what he did best.
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Unknown to Will Du, a similar surveillance mission was happening in the house next door. There, two impeccably dressed men watched and jotted down notes on small pads.
The first spoke. “A powder blue tuxedo with blue skin. I may be ill.”
His companion replied. “I feel the same, however his companion is quite striking in that turquoise off the shoulder gown.”
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Kim looked out over the expansive domed space that was DNAmy's underground lab. It was circular with a suspended catwalk halfway up the side. From this catwalk she looked down on the main floor. Scattered about was a conglomeration of devices and apparatus that were mostly unfamiliar to her. To one side there was something she recognized from her earlier encounters with the Cuddle-Buddy loving geneticist. It was a large sphere connected to a pair of smaller people sized pods on either side. She remembered DNAmy calling it her Genetic Zipper.
In the center of the floor was a smaller circle of consoles. Milling about in the cavernous area were just about every villain she ever encountered, and some she hadn't. She was pretty sure the decorations were not part of the labs regular paraphernalia though.
Anne took in the sight with a good bit of wonder. It was her first visit to a real mad scientist's lab. She turned to Shego, puzzled. “Is it usual for everything to be so red?”
Shego laughed. “No. I think we are supposed to be in Hell, or some approximation of it.”
Kim giggled. “Well at least it's not pink.”
Most everything in the lab was either painted red, covered in red cloth, or had badly painted cardboard flames taped to it. There was one thing that most impressed on the three Possible women this was supposed to be Hell. It was all the demons and devils, straight out of mythology, running around serving drinks and snacks. At least twenty of them wandered through the crowd of villains. They had red or black skin, glowing red eyes, sported horns and tails, a few even had cloven hooves.
A large figure emerged from the crowd. DNAmy rushed up the stairs to where they stood. Her wide smile looked both cheery and maniacal at the same time. “Kim Possible!! Welcome, Welcome!”
Throwing her arms wide, she hugged the three of them at once. They felt as if the breath were being squeezed out of them.
Before they passed out, Amy let go, turned, and yelled out over the crowd. “Everybody! Look who's finally here! Our guests of honor!”
Conversations stopped, heads turned, most of the villain world looked up to where they were.
Amy started pulling them down the steps. As they descended, villains of all stripes began clapping vigorously.
Kim was a bit shocked by the reception. “Wow! I didn't expect this. I guess they are happy to see us.”
Shego leaned in and whispered to her wife. “Actually Princess, I think it's because they can see up your dress.”
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Betty Director unlocked the door of her luxury Upperton condo. She stepped inside and sat her briefcase down on a small antique table. She nudged the door closed with her foot as she tapped a few buttons on the condo's security pad. Stepping across her well appointed living room to the coffee table, she picked up a remote. Betty aimed it at the high end sound system and smiled as a song by her favorite heavy metal band blared out of the speakers. She cranked the volume to almost ear splitting levels. Head bobbing and hips swaying with the music, she danced her way down the hall to her bedroom.
Back in the living room, the black garbed figure of Hirotaka emerged from his hiding place. Even with the loud music playing, he tried to maintain perfect silence as he moved through the room. Down the hall he crept, towards the bedroom door. He almost reached it, when he saw Betty emerge. With reflexes honed by years of training, he leaped up,braced himself, and hung suspended near the ceiling.
Clad only in a black eye patch, and carrying a towel, Betty turned away from her stalker's hiding place and headed further down the hall, towards the bathroom.
Hirotaka lowered himself when he heard the sound of water splashing into the tub. Slowly and carefully, he made his way towards the partially open bathroom door. Pausing outside, he waited for the water to stop. Soon it did, and the ninja could hear the woman he was here to kill slip into the tub. Reaching back over his shoulder, he pulled a short sword from it's sheath. He paused to consider which strategy to use. A quick surprise attack? Or a slow stealthy one? Both had advantages and disadvantages.
His sensitive hearing picked up a slow, rhythmic, sloshing and low moan from the bathroom. Beneath his mask he smiled. She was making his decision an easy one. Since she was obviously distracted with self stimulation, a stealthy attack would be best. Moving closer to the door, he could see the room was lit only by a couple of scented candles. There was barely enough light for him to see her naked body moving in the water. Her legs were hooked over the sides of the large, claw footed, tub. Even though there was a thick layer of foamy bubbles, he could see her body bucking as she vigorously stuffed some kind of phallic device in herself. Calling on his full stealth training, he moved closer. Now he could see the rest of her. Like mountain peaks rising above the clouds, her breasts poked above the white froth. Her head tilted to the side, facing away from the door. From his position, he could see her eye was closed as she gasped in her pleasure.
Lifting his sword, he moved even closer. He paused, ready to retreat, as one of her hands moved to her breast. Lust almost distracted him from his mission. He felt desire grow, but quickly shook it off. He knew the consequences of failure. With one last silent step, he was directly over her supine body. The bubbles in the tub moved in waves, due to the movement of her other arm under the water. He pulled back his sword arm to deliver the blow that would complete his task.
There was a flash of candlelight off glistening metal, as well honed blade entered soft, tender flesh. Blood sprayed across the walls of the bathroom. Death came swiftly and without a shred of mercy.
Betty opened her eye and smiled. She pulled her combat dagger out of the collapsing ninja's throat. She stood and pushed the lifeless body off the side of the tub. Turning it over, she stared down into eyes who's last sight had been her pulling the handle of her favorite toy from her pussy and attacking. There was a trace of humor in her voice as she spoke to the corpse. “Underestimating your opponent may be hazardous to your health.”
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Will Du was getting bored. It had been an hour since the last people entered the house across the street. That entrance was, so far, the high point of his mission. At first he had seen nothing. Then there was a flash of orange light. The next thing he knew, the Possibles were standing on the sidewalk. Only his strict orders kept him at his post, instead of rushing out to confront them.
He sincerely hoped his orders would change before the villains started to leave. Eagerness to prove himself, made him want to take down at least one of them before the night was over. That would justify his position, that only professionals should be allowed to do the really important jobs. To Will, being a hero was one of those jobs. Amateurs were too easily rebuffed by villains, or worse, corrupted into villainy themselves. Kim Possible was proof of that.
His thoughts were interrupted as he spotted a brown haired woman walking down the sidewalk. Unlike the other villains he had seen entering the house, she was wearing what was obviously a costume. She had on a black mesh bodysuit. It was so skintight, there was nothing left to the imagination. He could see tantalizing glimpses of her athletic body under the long, purple cloak with a white fur collar she wore over it. To top the whole thing off, she was wearing some kind of crown in her hair. The crown sparkled with jewels, as did her ear rings, necklace, and bracelets.
He came to a quick conclusion. She had absolutely no sense of taste. He watched her approach the pink house and open the gate. She stopped as two figures approached her. Will snapped off a few pics as he watched the men stop and speak with the woman. Apparently, whatever they said to her was funny, as she began laughing. Then she did something totally unexpected. The weapon she pulled from beneath her cloak caused Will Du to pale in pure terror for the first time in his life. In moments, it's deadly efficiency was proven on the two unsuspecting men.
Scrambling for his com unit, Will sent an alarm out to all Global Justice agents worldwide. He called in a code he never expected to use. Trembling, he looked out the window again. The woman was, thankfully, not in sight. The two men however, lay all too still on the bloody sidewalk.
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Anne wasn't sure whether she should be fascinated or appalled as she listened to DNAmy wax poetic about her creations. At first she was thankful the woman rescued her from the seeming hordes of villainous males that all seemed to want to give her their number. Even though she chose a life of villainy, Anne was still a doctor. She could see so many better uses for the technology she was being shown.
She knew all too well super science existed. What Amy was showing her was beyond anything she ever saw in her whole career in the medical field. She was surprised as a thought rose unbidden in her mind. She found herself wondering what she could do with the equipment in this laboratory. Perhaps Dr. Amy Hall wasn't all that crazy after all.
Across the lab, Shego smirked as she as she shook hands with the woman who replaced her as Drakken's assistant. The blue man smiled widely, telling her and a few others about the statuesque blonde woman beside him. Shego knew from the moment she first saw the woman, she was not what she seemed. The looks on the other villains faces were priceless, as Drakken described the internal workings of his latest model Fembot, Cee-Cee.
Kim heaved a sigh of relief as she approached the refreshment table. She had finally been able to extricate herself from Prof. Dementor. For the last 15 minutes he'd hoarded her attention, as he tried to pry out of her the secret of how to activate the nanofiber in her old battle suit. Her pleas of hunger got him to let her go... For now.
Kim stared at the dozens of different cookies on the table before her. As she tried to decide which she wanted to try first, she felt a presence at her back. Turning, she saw one of the demonic looking waiters approach with a tray of long stemmed glasses. His skin was bright red, horns curled out of his bare head. She smiled as she saw he was using his tail to help balance the tray.
He returned her smile as he walked up to her. “Would you care for some champagne?”
She shook her head. “No thank you... Umm...”
He laughed, clearly showed his fangs. “Barry, Barry Long. We've met before, but I'm not surprised you don't recognize me.”
Her eyebrows rose. “We have?”
“Yeah. At HenchCo a while back. You beat me and a few other guys up pretty good.”
Kim ducked her head. This wasn't the first time tonight she met someone she'd beaten up. “Oh... I guess I should apologize...”
Once again, he laughed. “No need. We were both just doing what we were supposed to.”
Kim smiled. “So how come you are like...”
He interjected. “All devilish?” He shrugged a shoulder in the direction of the party's hostess. “DNAmy hired us as temp Henchmen for the party. Changing us was part of the contract. She'll put us back afterward... Well, those of us that want to that is.”
Kim's eyes widened. “You mean some of these guys want to stay this way?”
Barry nodded. “Oh sure. I'm considering it myself. The tail's pretty handy and I can ask a bigger hiring fee for being exotic.”
It was Kim's turn to laugh. “I know what you mean. About the tail. I had one myself, a few years ago. Of course I was being turned into a monkey at the time.”
She was about to explain, when she noticed someone across the room motioning to her. Excusing herself, she walked over. As she got closer, she had the feeling she should know the man in front of her. Racking her brains didn't give her a name though. She felt she should remember someone with such prominent facial scars.
He spoke with a chipper, youthful voice. “I see you don't recognize me.”
She gave him an apologetic smile. “That's been happening to me a lot tonight. Your voice does sound familiar though.”
He nodded stiffly. “Hank Perkins, the scars are new. I believe you know the person who gave them to me...”
He never got the chance to finish, as a loud, stuttering roar filled the air. Cries of panic rose from all directions, as Hank desperately pulled her to the floor.
His eyes became wild. He screamed as he scrambled away. “It's HER!”
Kim looked upwards. She saw a very crazed looking Bonnie standing up on the catwalk. Cradled in the woman's hands was an Uzi sub machine gun.
Bonnie screamed out over the crowded lab. “You're dead Possible! This time, I'll make sure you never show me up again!”
Kim stood and stared in disbelief. The gun swung in her direction.
Bonnie's eye's whirled madly as she pulled the trigger.
Before Kim could even think to run, a body moved between her and certain death.
Blood splattered across her face, as one of the hail of bullets tore through the Henchman Barry's interposing arm. Suddenly he was no longer in front of her. Kim froze in place. She couldn't make herself move. She saw her death spew from the black barrel of the gun.
Anne saw Kim go down in a third hail of bullets. She rushed across the lab, faster than she ever moved before. Her battle suit, following her barely thought order, changed to Super mode. She grabbed her daughter up in her arms, and ran behind a bank of equipment.
Shego felt her plasma flare. Bolts of energy flung out towards the insane woman running along the catwalk.
Outraged cries rang out from the assembled villains.
Tiny missiles flew from Gemini's artificial hand.
Dementor pulled a small device and pointed it. Barely seen waves of energy poured out.
Cee-Cee's hands converted into barrels, which shot red beams.
A yellow disintegrater ray came from another direction.
Many other forms of lethal, and not so lethal, weapons converged. In the space of a few moments, the catwalk was mostly destroyed. Queen Bonnie plunged through the haze of falling dust to the ground, where she lay unmoving. Sections of the wall and ceiling began to dislodge, as the massed destruction caused the lab began to fall in upon itself.
Villains began exiting the lab at a furious pace. Soon, the only ones left were the Possibles, DNAmy, Dr. Drakken and Cee-Cee.
Shego leaped towards the place she saw Anne carry her wife. She felt her guts clench, as she saw the almost perfect line of bullet holes across Kim's chest.
Try as she might, Anne couldn't stop the rush of blood pouring out of her daughter's body. Her tears mixed with the growing puddle of blood.
Then, like the voice of a crazed angel, DNAmy yelled. “I can save her! Quick get her in here.”
Shego looked to see Amy holding open one of the pods of the Genetic Zipper.
Anne didn't even look up. She was retreating into despair.
Her voice barely registered in her own ears, as Shego said. “Do it.”
She grabbed Kim from the floor. She pushed her into the pod. Amy slammed the door closed and ran for the control console.
Shego dropped to the floor, wrapping her arms around Anne. The women held each other, oblivious to everything else, but their thoughts of Kim.
Amy brought the machine up to full power and went into a frenzy of button pushing and dial twisting. Moments later, she jerked down the largest handle. Tubes of fluid flowed into the machine. Electricity snapped and crackled. Then the whole machine became encompassed in a nimbus of bright flames. Smoke curled up and away. The entire lab plunged into darkness.
Voices and lights appeared from the direction of the stairs. Some large group was trying to find an entrance.
Dim emergency lights came on, and just as quickly went out. The now quiescent machine opened.
A horde of GJ troopers poured onto what was left of the catwalk. With Will Du in the lead, they tried to peer through the debris falling from the disintegrating ceiling. Large chunks landed close to them. They couldn't find a way forward.
From the dark pod, a figure arose. Like a dark angel, Kim took a tentative step out of the pod. She knew, without doubt, she had been healed completely.
Shego lifted Anne's head and turned her towards the pod.
Seeing her now healed daughter, Anne's eyes slowly cleared. She screamed in delight.
Both she and Shego ran through the darkness, to embrace the girl they loved.
Even as she rejoiced at being alive, Kim saw the enemy across the collapsing laboratory. She hugged her wife and mother close to her. “As much as I love this, I think it's time to leave.”
DNAmy nodded at Kim's suggestion. She pointed into the darkness to the north. “This way to the back door!”
Cee-Cee grabbed up Drakken, from his thumb sucking fetal position on the floor, and everyone scrambled toward a long dark passage. Just inside, they saw the demonic Henchman, Barry, holding a body in his arms. It was Bonnie. Somehow, she survived the fall. Shego's hands burst into green fire as she saw the woman.
Kim reached out and put her hand on her wife's shoulder. “Don't Shego. Something's not right about this. I've known Bonnie for years and, while she may be a total bitch, this just wasn't like her at all.”
Shego was tempted to unleash her fire anyway. Instead, she let it die. She didn't know Bonnie, but she did know Kim. If Kim thought there was something wrong, then she was probably right.
From back in the lab, they could hear the GJ troops retreating, as a large portion of the ceiling finally fell. It took no further urging to make them all move on. In moments, they emerged from the tunnel to find a ramp with a large pink van parked at the bottom. They all piled in and Amy started it. Up the ramp they drove and out into the night.
From the passenger seat Kim pointed. “Head that way.”
Amy nodded and turned down a side street.
Kim felt something under her. She rose up and and looked at what she was sitting on. It was the end of a bright red tail. “Sorry Barry. I didn't mean to sit on your tail.”
From back in the very rear of the van, Barry replied. “That's not my tail...”
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