Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

Black Wind

The young blonde man loaded the dishwasher in his small apartment. The sleeves of his white athletic-fit sweater were rolled up to his elbows as he scrubbed some grime off a plate with the abrasive side of the sponge. Once it was completely cleared of the nasty food remains, he easily placed it in the dishwasher to his bottom left. Next he picked up a knife and repeated the same process.

As he aggressively scrubbed the sharp ends of the blade, he pressed down too hard and felt the sponge slide out from his hand. The end of the blade barely slit the boy's index finger causing him to quietly yelp in pain. He looked down at it and saw the small red mark on his finger began to dark with his crimson blood. He quickly stuck it in his mouth, while he placed the knife in the dishwasher with the other hand.

Ignoring the cut, he continued to finish his dishes. He placed the rest of them in an unorganized fashion into the dishwasher. He threw in a small bar of dish soap and shut the door. The machine started up as he walked away and grabbed the hand towel by the sink. He dried off his hands and sloppily threw the rag back on to the counter.

He entered the living room, and hopped over the top of the couch. He landed in a comfortable position and placed one leg over the other. His warm pink pet was sitting beside him, fast asleep. As soon as he impacted on the couch cushion, it woke the poor pet up. He peeked his head up and looked at the blonde boy with annoyance.

The naked mole rat spread his arms in the air and stared at him with his mouth open.

"It's 5 o'clock buddy! Don't need to be napping." He smirked, and grabbed the remote off the coffee table in front of him. He flicked on the tv lazily, then tossed the remote aside.

The first thing that appeared on the television screen, was the 5 o'clock news. Each word and graphic on the channel was in Chinese dialect. Even the female reporter herself was of Asian descent, and spoke in her native tongue. The only English on the entire screen, were the American subtitles he set. Being an American in a Chinese city was one of the hardest things for him to adapt to. Including his favorite thing: television.

The subtitles read:
"Last night another sighting of the masked vigilante was caught on camera. Here is the clip a unanimous source submitted to our station."

Then the screen flicked over to an amateur video shot on a smart phone. It showed a man strung up by his arms and legs between two buildings. He looked badly beaten, with his hand weapon duct-taped to his chest. The Asian man behind the phone then started shouting something in foreign, as he turned the flip phone camera to the right with speed, and saw a black figure squatting on one of the roofs. As soon as the video shifted to him, and turned around, and quickly darted off into the night.

"This has been the fourth sighting of what locals are calling The Black Lotus, in the past year. Several international criminals have been found and caught since his arrival in China. Last night's victim was that of Fang Zhifu, an international arms and drug trafficker. His methods have been deemed inexcusable and unnecessary by Chinese officials, and the hunt for his identity will continue to progress."

The blonde read the subtitles with shock, and a hint of interest. "Whoa.." He said with a slight grin. "Did ya see that Rufus? That's awesome!" He cheered, as he high-fived his favorite pink buddy.

"Mmhmm-mmhmm. Rad." The little pink naked mole rat said with joy.

"The Black Lotus huh.?" He thought to himself, as he contemplated the name. "I betcha I could have thought of better." He shrugged his shoulders, and finally changed the channel. Rufus rolled his eyes, and continued to watch the tv.

When Ron changed the position he sat in, he accidentally elbowed something on the table beside him. He felt it knock over and smack on the table. "Crap." He rolled his eyes, and reached over to pick it up. When he reached for it, he froze halfway through.