Kim Possible Porn Story: A Long Life Chapter 22
AN: I own Thomas and John. Disney owns everyone else in this chapter.
By the way, check out Acting Out by Sobriety. It’s rated M and is femslash, so if that’s not your thing, then ignore this. otherwise, check it out. It’s pretty good so far.
Sorry for the delay, I spent the last week and a half with some friends without internet access, and I’m also now working on two other stories, one of which is rather personal to me. You’ll see one or both of them both soon.
BTW, would you believe I already have the last chapter of the last story to this series written? No idea what’s going to happen between now and then in the story over all, but I know how it’s gonna end.
BTW, ~this indicates telepathic contact~ Thanks for the reviews. On with the show.
Monkey Fist was in a quandary. Breaking into the Smithsonian had been surprisingly easy. For a government facility, he’d expected more from the security system. But he’d been hoping for more of a challenge. Part of it was that he enjoyed the challenge, but this time, it wasn’t just the challenge he sought. He’d been hoping to be delayed long enough for Ron Stoppable and his girlfriend to get there. For the first time in his life, he did not want to succeed.
As he entered the wing of the museum dedicated to South American artifacts, he took stock of what had gone on.
Over a year ago, he had found the mystical Yono, a powerful being, what some might call a demi-god. He had thought to use the power to finally defeat his foe Ron Stoppable, and acquire the power of the Han. But he had miscalculated. He had thought that the Han was an item of great power. Instead, it turned out to be a mere infant. Smiling in amusement, he considers the fact that that mere infant had bested him. And as the price of his failure, the Yono had turned him into a stone statue.
Monkey Fist had no knowledge of the events that followed, but by catching up on the news, he had learned that his foe had acquitted himself admirably against an alien invasion, using his Mystical Monkey Powers to end the threat.
After a few minutes, he finds himself before a small display gase, bullet-proof glass covering the idol inside. Monkey Fist sneers as he looks it over, noting the contact points connected to the alarms that would go off if the cover was removed or it’s weight changed due to breakage or cutting. Which gives him an idea. If they wouldn’t come on their own, he’d force their attention to him.
Considering the possibility that he was being observed, Monkey fist acts as if this were normal, giving a shrug before he punches the glass, acting surprised when the alarms go off and solid steel doors drop, blocking all the exits.
“Well, this is annoying,” he mutters as his monkeys gather near him, awaiting his orders. Using subtle hand gestures, he commands them to spread out, and only act as if they are looking for a way out.
After a few minutes, he was getting antsy, worried that John would figure out what was going on and would hurt the monkeys that always remained behind, hostages to make sure Monkey Fist did as told. But thankfully, he got his wish. As he was contemplating leaving, the skylights shatter, Kim Possible landing in a crouch amidst the falling glass, Ron Landing next to her, his eyes glowing blue.
And for the first time in over a year, Monkey Fist gets a good look at Ron. And What he sees has him nervous. Gone is the goofy bumbler he had held in derision. No humor played in the young man’s eyes. John Walker had taken an innocent, carefree kid, and made a dark and angry man.
Giving a brief prayer to the monkey gods, Monkey Fist cries out, “Monkey Ninjas! Attack!”
Suddenly swarmed by a horde of monkeys, wearing black ninja garb, Kim loses sight of Ron momentarily as she’s pushed back, forced to defend herself against the highly trained simians.
“Ron!,” she calls out, using a move from her cheerleading days to clear a space.
“Here KP,” Ron calls out, doing a back flip, and landing on one hand, going into a spinning kick to clear a path to Monkey Fist.
Monkey Fist meanwhile, watches, two seperate emotions warring within him. On the one hand, his long standing animosity towards Stoppable demanded that he engage the young man. On the other hand, his desire to be free of Walker demanded that he immediately surrender. However, if he did that, then his monkeys, and possibly even he, would die. Sighing inwardly, he’s about to move in, when two more parties leap in from the skylight. Shego he recognised, but the other he had never seen before.
“Shego?” Monkey Fist exclaims, surprised, “What are you doing here?”
“Saving the world,” she says, “Doy.”
“Really?” Monkey Fist asks, surprised, “That doesn’t seem like you. After all, weren’t you always working with Drakken to take over the world?”
“That was then, this is now,” Shego says, her hands flaring up before taking out the two monkeys that had thought they were sneaking up on her.
~Stop stalling and make your escape~ John Walker’s voice says, filling Monkey Fist’s head, causing him to wince in pain.
Monkey Fist growls, then signals his monkeys to escape as he uses his powerful legs and arms to leap and climb his way up the larger displays, grabbing a banner attached to the ceiling, and using that to swing out the sky light, the monkeys following, their exit causing more debris to fall from above.
“That was odd,” Thomas says, looking up, “usually villians like to gloat as they make their successful escape.”
“Maybe he was in a rush?” Ron asks, the blue glow in his eyes fading
“I don’t know,” Kim says. She had seen something odd fall to the floor. Jogging over to it, she bends down and picks up the piece of paper. Looking at the paper, she sees a list of numbers on it. Taking it over to Ron, she shows him, Shego and Thomas coming over to take a look as well.
“That first series of numbers looks like latitude and langitude coordinates,” Thomas says.
Shego nods and says, “If it is, it’s Go City. Downtown Go City to be precise”
“What are the other numbers then?” Ron asks, pointing them out.
“An address?” Kim asks.
“Why would Monkey Fist drop it?” Shego asks, looking up at the sky light.
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After getting in Thomas’ limo, Thomas opens a compartment, sliding out a laptop that’s bolted to a sliding tray. Plugging in a wireless internet card, he calls up Mapquest and inputs the information, Shego, Kim, and Ron trying to situation themselves to see what he’s doing as the limo starts moving.
“Ok,” Thomas says after a few minutes, “Shego was right. It is in downtown Go City. The Garnet Building to be precise.”
Looking at the list, Kim asks, “So, I suppose these final numbers are what? This looks like a date and a time,” pointing to one set, “But what are these others?” pointing to a long and uninterrupted line of letters and numbers, “SGVscCBtZS4gSGUgcGxhbnMgdG8gZGVzdHJveSBldmVyeXRoaW5nLiA1My41MjA5NDQsLTEwLjIyMTQzNg==”
“Let me see that,” Shego says, taking the paper and reading it, “It’s Base-64. Some security systems use it. May I?” she asks Thomas, holding her hand out for the computer.
“By all means,” Thomas says, turning the laptop towards her.
Shego calls up another website, then types in the line of numbers, letters and symbols.
She waits a moment, then frowns, “This isn’t good.”
“What?” Ron asks, “What isn’t good?”
“The code says ‘Help me. He plans to destroy everything’. Then there’s another set of coordinates, this one in decimal.” Shego says, stunning everyone into silence.
“The Tempus Simia,” Thomas mutters, causing a jolt of recognition in Ron, Kim, and Shego although none could say why they recognised it.
“What are you planning with it?” Thomas mutters, “What can time travel do that would destroy everything?”
“Time travel?” Kim asks, “Isn’t that impossible?”
“Magic follows different rules,” Thomas says distractedly.
“Well, he could go back and start a disaster that kills Kim’s parents before she’s born,” Ron says, “After all, how many times has Kim saved the world?”
“Possibly,” Thomas mutters, “But doubtful. With all that Kim has done, it’s just as likely that John himself would find himself dead upon his return.”
While they were talking, Shego went back to Mapquest and input the second set of coordinates. Seeing the result, she says, “The second coordinates are an island off the coast of Ireland.”
“Ireland?” Kim asks
“What’s in Ireland?” Ron asks, finishing Kim’s thought.
“I’m.. not sure,” Thomas says, “The tempus Simia doesn’t require a specific location to be used. All one has to do to use it is picture the time and place you wish to be, and the idol will take you there.”
“How do you know about the Tempus Simia?” Kim asks
“Let me guess,” Shego says, “You were there when it was made as well?”
“Hell no,” Thomas says, shuddering, “If I had my way, that thing and I would stay on opposite sides of the globe. But I’d heard of it in my time at Yamanouchi. Supposedly, the thing is ancient. Older than mankind.”
“Then who made it?’ Ron asks
“The gods, for whatever purpose” Thomas says.
“But, what does John want it in Ireland for?” Shego asks.
“I don’t know,” Thomas says, “Although I do have an idea. But I need to check my home computer. The information isn’t on my laptop.”
AN: figured that was a good place to break. The story is coming to a close. One or two more chapters, plus the epilogue is all that remains.