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Chapter 3

Into the Light and Into the Dark

I

Although she kept her usual demeanor of stoic indifference on the outside, on the inside Dr. Arden Greene was beaming from ear to ear.

It had worked! It had defied every single humanly thought conceivable but she had done it!

She followed in Dr. Frankenstein's footsteps and succeeded in giving life to the dead.

Well...sort of.

The mutated monkey man on the slab was now fully conscious. His pupils were still extremely dilated and sensitive to the light in the laboratory, dim as it was, and they were darting from side to side.

He's confused. And Frightened.

Not that she blamed him. He had plenty to be confused and frightened about.

Fiske finally looked over in her direction and tried to sit up. He immediately made a yelp of pain and laid his head back against the table.

Greene gave him a sympathetic smile.

"That's not a good idea," she said "your brain is still recuperating from its hibernation."

"Hi-Hi-Hibernation?" Fiske's asked. Although his words were so slurred it sounded like Hye er ashun?

"Yes. Hibernation. It's the scientific term for saying that your brain has been "turned off" for the past five months."

This time Fiske did not ask any questions, he just continued to give her a confused and pleading look.

"Let me explain. A while ago you were turned to stone by ancient magical being. You remember that, yes?"

Fiske managed a nod before falling back into his metal cot.

"Well during that time your body physically died, but your soul remained intact. Therefore, your body went into a deep sleep, i.e. hibernation, and it disclosed itself from the world. However, your soul could still be reached through scientific means. And I tell you, it took some studying and a great deal of work, but retrieving your soul and reanimating your person proved to be a success."

Fiske gave her a blank stare causing her to smirk.

"I know, all this scientific mumbo jumbo tends to go over people's heads. Essentially, Mr. Fiske, you have helped me prove that there is a fact, a link, between sciences…and magic."

Fiske looked up at her with that same confused expression and looked as if though he was about to say something. His lips quivered. But, fatigue and confusion took its course on his body and he fell asleep once again.

Dr. Arden Greene's smirk remained.

Sleep now, Mr. Fiske, she said, you've got quite a bit of work to do after you wake up.

And with that, Dr. Greene left the room to add an entirely new chapter to her notes.

II

Inside his dark and lonely room, where happiness was all but attainable, he smiled.

Step one is complete.

III

Small particles of gravel and dirt were flung in all directions beneath the wheels of his scooter as Ron Stoppable motored his way over to the Possible house. On most days this was a venture that not only relaxed Ron but also filled him with a girlish sense of excitement upon the prospect of seeing his girlfriend, but today the words of her mother still rung about in his ears.

"Any woman may look sweet and delicious on the outside Ronnie…but that doesn't mean they aren't still rotten to the core."

He shook his head in frustration. No matter how many times he had gone over that same conversation in his head he still didn't understand it. Rotten to the core? What did that mean? Although it was certainly no secret that Ron's mother was less than thrilled with the idea of his and Kim's conflicting faiths she had never actually been hostile about it. That is, until earlier…

Rufus scampered out of his cargo pocket suddenly and perched his small, pink body on Ron's right shoulder.

"Thar she blows" the rodent squeaked.

Ron brought himself out of his thoughts and looked up to see faint yellow glinting reflectors on the government issued barriers surrounding Kim's neighborhood.

"Good eye, buddy." Ron said, causing Rufus to beam.

With the entrance into the semi-barricaded entrance into Kim's nick of the woods just a few feet away Ron banished the conversation he had had with his mom to the back of his mind…there was really no need to bring it up to Kim, his mom was probably just having one of her weird little fits.

Probably nothing to worry about.

And so, his mind a freshly clean slate, Ron scooted over the dividing line and into the area.

IV

A few feet away, unbeknownst to Ron or anyone else, a stranger sat watching.

As soon as the tow-headed youth and his naked mole rat had crossed over behind the barriers he took a long swig from his water bottle and smiled.

"Gothca" he said to himself.

The stranger threw the water bottle over his shoulder, turned one-eighty degrees, and walked away.

There was nothing to do now but wait.

V

Kim Possible spent most of her summer afternoons acting like a starfish: sedentary and uninteresting. For the past few weeks now she had followed the same day to day routine like clockwork. She would get up, clean up, get dressed, eat, watch some TV, eat again, wait for Ron to call, watch more TV, eat, hang out with Ron (which usually consisted of either watching TV or eating), and then go to bed, after a pre-bedtime snack of course.

It wasn't entirely Kim's fault of course. After the Lowardian attack on Earth most of the baddies and evildoers on the world had gone a simultaneous hiatus. The Kimminucator hadn't rung in so long it was now little more than a glorified blackberry, and she had almost forgotten what Wade looked like.

But, for whatever reason, Kim was content with this change of pace. In fact, she sort of liked it. As odd as it seemed, she liked living like a normal teenager for change, what with all the sitting at home and watching television. Sometimes, just for the fun of it, she would browse colleges and fill out scholarships, things that even normal teenagers often put off.

But, best of all, she got to have a normal, disaster-free date night now and again. Hanging out with Ron had been the highlight of her summer. They got to do all sorts of coupley things like go to movies, go to the beach, eat ice cream, and not one of them had even the slightest bit to do with a doomsday device. NOT ONE.

And she was more than enjoying the change of scenery.

The faint sound of dinging doorbell came across the room and Kim got to her feet. She hadn't been expecting Ron this early (He usually slept later) but she wasn't complaining. Nothing warmed her heart more than seeing his bouncy, comically plump face cross the threshold into her home.

She made her way through the kitchen to the doorway. On the way she picked up a cookie form the countertop and ate it en route to the door. Once there, she opened it and beamed at the boy standing across from her.

"Howdy." He said.

"Howdy. Yourself" She replied, a little winded. It seemed like the pathway from the living room to the door was getting longer and longer every time.

Ron entered the house, carrying a sniffing Rufus on his shoulder. "I love what you've done with the outside, Kim. The mounds of tin on the street corner give a real "other-worldly" feel to the place."

She raised an eyebrow. "Other-worldly?"

"Sorry, did I say other worldly? I meant third worldly."

She gave him a playful swat on the shoulder. "Shut up." She walked in the direction of the kitchen. "I'm going to the kitchen for a snack, do you want anything?"

Ron thought about the dream he had last night and shuddered, his body was still not ready to entertain the thought of food. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"Suit yourself" came Kim's voice, followed by a few rustling sounds in the kitchen. Moments later Kim came out carrying a tray adorned with two sandwiches.

Ron sighed. "Kim, I appreciate the gesture, really, but I'm honestly not hungry."

She raised her eyebrow again "What gesture?"

And then she proceeded to eat the sandwiches, one on top of the other.

Wow Ron thought, She must've had a small breakfast.

And so the afternoon went on. Kim eventually finished her snack and she and Ron were now cuddled up on the sofa watching some old cartoons. You know the ones; with the cat and mouse chasing each other around causing all sorts of various and violent mayhem and hi jinks. It was a great nostalgia kick for the both of them. The cartoons, however, horrified Rufus and he opted to surf in the internet Kim's room, like most pets do.

As they sat there, watching their cartoons, their casual date soon took the turn it always did, a turn for the vastly inappropriate for children under the age of seventeen. It would start out innocently enough, a peck on the cheek here and a nibble on the ear there, but eventually their hormones would take over and they would evolve from the traditional homus erectus form into a beast with two backs.

Of course it was always a lot nicer when they went uninterrupted.

Right in the middle of the two teenagers bedroom waltz a familiar, though long since heard, sound rang out:

Beep Beep Be Beep.

The two froze. And then waited.

Beep Beep Be Beep.

Kim swore under her breath. "You have got to be kidding me."

She rolled herself onto the floor (a tricky maneuver, considering the position she was in) and picked up the Kimmunicator.

"What?" she snapped.

The small and dark face of Wade recoiled in surprise and just a twinge of hurt.

"Geez Kim…nice to see you too."

Kim exhaled. "Sorry Wade" she said "It's just…this is kind of a bad time…"

"Oh ok then, I'll just call the Queen of England back and tell her to tell the crisis of hers to take a crumpet break…"

"Point taken, Wade. What's the sitch?"

'I don't know, They said it was Top Secret and that they would brief you when you got there. Your ride is waiting outside. Wade out." The screen went dark.

Kim instantly felt bad. She hadn't meant to snap at Wade like that…but really, all the genius in that little head of his and he didn't think to install a vibrate feature.

"Sorry Ron." She said, adjusting herself. "But it looks like we have work."

He sighed, sat up, and put his shirt on.

"Well at least we're all stretched out…where to?"

"England. Apparently there's some national crisis."

"England, huh? I'll bring my gentleman's coat."

And in no less than two minutes, the two had boarded a plane and were Britain bound.

VI

Lord Montgomery Fiske was still dazed and confused when Dr. Arden Greene gave him his first assignment.

"Assignment?" He screeched, "You think unearthing me and brining me back earns my servitude, do you?"

Dr. Greene smiled. "I've read your file, Mr. Fiske so I know better than to expect any sort of human emotion such as gratitude from you, but I imagine you still understand the fundamentals of a trade, yes?"

His eyes narrowed. "What kind of trade."

"The kind of trade where you do whatever I say or I put you back in the same hole where I found you."

Monkey Fist's lip quivered for a moment but was able to quickly regain his composure.

"You're bluffing."

Dr. Greene smiled again.

"Mr. Fiske, I posses the technology to bring someone back from limbo in a dingy little laboratory… imagine the kind of technology I have to persuade you with.

Monkey Fist sat down. And then sighed in defeat.

"Very well. What is it you would have me do?"

She handed him a thick manila envelope, professionally sealed.

"Everything you need is in here. It should be a very easy task for you and your…shall we call them a task force?"

Monkey Fist swiped the file from the doctors hands, ripped it open, and read it. Then he read it again. And again. He looked up at the doctor.

"You have got to be kidding me."

To Be Continued

Hey, everyone. It's been awhile.

Sorry for taking so long with an update of any kind, I never thought I could get so busy. It's like Life wants us to have no free time.

Anywho…Here is a relatively short installment of my next KP adventure. And, lemme just apologize for the dryness of it. Writers block had me in the worst kind of chokehold the whole I was writing this.

Still…please enjous to have no free time.

Anywho…Here is a relatively short installment of my next KP adventure. And, lemme just apologize for the dryness of it. Writers block had me in the worst kind of chokehold the whole I was writing this.

Still…please enjoy the story and try to review if you can…their nice to see and they can prove to be helpful in many occasions.

See you guys soon,

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