Kim Possible: A Beautiful Death

Batten Down the Hatches

Kim and Ron walked back through the front door, just barely before 7 o'clock. "There you two are. I was beginning to think you weren't gonna show in time!" Ann put her hands on her hips. She had on her green and white Christmas sweater, with a cute little snowman on the front. "We're here, it's okay." Kim said, shrugging off her moms remark like it was nothing.

"Hey Mrs. Dr. P. Love the sweater!" He said, following his girlfriend back upstairs to her room. "Well thank you Ronald!" He heard her reply, as they reached her room.

Once they got into her room, Kim shut the door harder then necessary. "KP, you okay?" Ron then asked, as he watched her take her mission gear off. "I'm fine." She said in a calm, but distant tone. "That's what women always say when they're not fine." Ron unlatched his large utility belt. She didn't answer.

As she was beginning to take her black shirt off, she felt his hand on her shoulder. She turned around and looked at him. "Please... just tell me." He said in a quieter voice than usual. Kim sighed, and instantly wrapped herself in his warm body. "What Shego told us.. actually kind of freaked me out." She shivered, not from the cold this time.

"About the money?"

"No, about something coming.." She looked up at him.

"Cmon KP, do you really believe that? If anything it's probably just another drug trade operation. After all, what would the Yakuza know about some end of days plot?" Ron calmed her nerves, not admitting it was beginning to calm his own as well. "Do you really think it's nothing?" She asked him, hoping for reassurance. He nodded with infectious, freckle-filled smile.

She smiled and got out of his arms, and walked toward her closet. Ron could hear her stripping off layers of clothing. "Need some help in there?" He joked— okay, half joked. He didn't hear her answer. He ignored it, and began taking his black mission shirt off. Then, his vision went dark as he felt one of her shirt fly and land on his head, covering his face. He quietly chuckled, and turned around to throw it right back at her.

"KP I hope this is one of your clean—
He stopped.

He looked back at her, still standing in her closet. She had her arm propped up on the door, and stared at him with a half-eyed smile. The only clothing she had on were her sleep shorts, and her sports bra. His face instantly flushed with red color, staring at his nearly half naked girlfriend. "Let's just test how good your reflexes are." She smiled. Then without any warning to Stoppable, she pounced right at him, tackling him on her bed.

She landed on his lap, sitting up facing him. "Uh.. Kim, the party is about to s-start." He shuddered, blushing even worse than before. "Then that means we at least have a good 10 minutes to make out before people start arriving." She smiled, and wrapped her arms around his neck. They pecked their lips together, and both fell down flat on her bed.
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An echo of clacking heels sounded down the narrow hallway, with the pace beginning to pick up quite quickly. The female GJ agent rushed down the hallway with a thick wad of papers in her arms, pressed up against her chest. She turned down another hallway, that lead director to a room that read "Dr. Director".

She pulled the door open, and hurried in to the office. The first thing she saw, saw a short-haired woman, sitting at an unusually large desk. Computer monitors and controls were everywhere. The only normal attraction to the desk was the mug of coffee she had.

"Dr. Director!" The young, out-of-breathe intern raised her voice as she ran in. The woman looked up from her desk, with only one eye giving her her attention. "There's something you need to see!" She panicked again. The woman didn't say anything, she just casually turned off all her monitors, showing that the young intern had her attention.

She threw down the papers on the director's desk. "What are these, Karen?" The woman finally spoke. "Take a look at this page. These are average earthquake readings from last year." She pointed at the line chart, filled ain't different graphs and colors.

"And these are our new readings." The girl finally began to get her breath back. The director looked at the new sheet with her one good eye. The intern could tell they got a small surprise out of her. "We haven't had an earthquake in months... when were these taken?"

"Yesterday."

The director then felt a small shiver run up her spine. "We tracked down the location of it's source. Peru." She spoke again. "Peru, Ms. McClain?" Dr. Director became lost, no longer seeing any clarity. "But the source lead directly to some ancient ruins. A temple. And the earthquake didn't start below it—

"It started inside." Dr. Director said in shock, cutting the intern off. They both stared at each other with slight confusion and discomfort. "Do you know the legend of Machu Picchu, Dr. Director?" The intern then asked. "I can't say I do."

"Around 1864, some Europeans explored Peru and found this temple. Once they mapped out the interior of the temple, they found some old, dusty hieroglyphics. They translated all they could to their knowledge. And what they read, was this." She handed her another sheet.

The director looked at the sheet, which had multiple pictures of the hieroglyphics, writings and translations. The handwritten message said:

Beware the end of days. When the world is at its worst, Peru will be the first. On the second day, there will be more fright than rain. When you think you can hide, you'll be found by the tide. The time will come when the earth seems fit, but in the end... there can be only one hit.

For the first time that anyone had seen, Dr. Director looked terrified. She was never one to believe in fairy tales or legends, but lately nothing in the world surprises her anymore. This would be no different.

"We must contact Team Possible."