Hey…if you've read the new chapter of Bounty, you'll know where to find an explanation for my long absence from writing, my profile…but never mind that now…'cause here comes chapter 12, with Libby's life in the balance. Oh and I might just reveal the killer, who knows…

Disclaimer: Yeah, I totally own Jimmy Neutron, that's why I'm here, writing fanfiction, instead of writing episodes, I mean really? Who do they think they're kidding? Yeah, because everyone thinks we own TV shows!

What Could've Been

The masked figure watching the other killer on his television screen sighed melodramatically, what a fool, but a useful fool. He thought, before lifting himself out of his chair and seizing the item laying on the counter, the one thing that he knew would drive Jimmy into a frenzy.

The other killer wondered who had left the spiked penicillin for him, but at the moment, didn't give a damn, it had worked, and that was all that mattered.

"Now I'll have my revenge, that bitch is gonna pay, she's gonna pay until I'm avenged, and then…she's going to die!" He said to himself, unaware that he was being played like the madman he was.

Jimmy clutched the penicillin in his sweat-drenched palm, almost dropping it twice. All he could see was the blurred outline of his surroundings, the rest seemed to be clouded by red, he was absolutely furious. He handed the medicine to Cindy, grabbed more ammo for his handguns, and a piece of iron tubing, one end was serrated after being snapped from the rest of the ship.

Clutching his improvised, weapon he ran off in search of the killer.

Cindy and Carl bent down next to Libby and Cindy gently whispered to Carl. "I think we should save the news until when she feels a little better."

Carl nodded and began getting the right dose of medicine out of the bottle.

"She needs an overdose at least three times the regular, try four times for good measure!" Cindy said, unwilling to trust this important task to the likes of Carl.

The man in the black ninja suit was watching from the shadows as Jimmy raced by, yelling in rage. He followed him out onto the deck and watched the boy scream his frustration to the star strewn indigo sky. Almost as if on que, the other killer burst out of a doorway. Knife in hand.

The first killer nodded to himself and shrunk back into the shadows.

Jimmy turned around and, catching sight of the killer hurled the pipe, which the man dodged before lunging forward with the knife, another miss. What a pathetic pair of fighters, the first killer thought to himself.

Jimmy charged the man, ducking underneath his outstretched arm bearing the knife in order to seize the pipe he had thrown. As Jimmy ran past him, the killer whirled and ripped a handgun out of his waistband.

"Freeze." The killer said, leveling the gun at Jimmy who was in the middle of straightening up, pole in hand.

The killer in the shadows saw Jimmy's hand inch behind his back to the gun he knew was there and decided it was time to act. He stepped out of the shadows, drawing a sawed off shotgun and a knife, thoroughly shocking the two combatants. He effortlessly aimed the still heavy firearm at Jimmy and pressed the knife tip to the back of the other killer's neck.

"Good, now that I have your attention, drop your weapons or die." The killer said.

Jimmy dropped the pipe and his hand whipped out from behind his back. The killer slung the shotgun over his shoulder on it's strap and jumped into the air acrobatically, grabbing an overhead pole exposed by missing ceiling tiles. He twisted around as Jimmy's fire missed him by inches before drop kicking the other killer.

The other killer turned in shock as something hit him with the force of a sledgehammer, he felt an instant of blinding pain as stars exploded in his vision, which had erupted into painful brightness before being thrown off his feet and slamming into a wall. One-which he slid down as he felt himself slip into unconsciousness.

The only killer left standing dodged another wave of bullets and hurled his weighted knife at Jimmy, which hummed through the air perfectly before burying itself in Jimmy's arm. The teenager fell to his knees, ripping out the knife and clutching a hand to his wound, screaming in agony as he fell backwards. He writhed on the floor in pain for a few agonizing seconds before his world went black.

Jimmy woke up tied to rivets on a steel floor; he tried to scream but instantly recoiled at the hideous taste of the gag in his mouth. He writhed in a vain attempt to free himself and felt a white-hot stabbing pain in his arm. He twisted his head to the side, the wound on his arm had been cleaned and there was a strip of some kind of gauze on it, whoever the killer was, he didn't want him dead yet. The other killer was tied down six feet to his left, the man was struggling fiercely.

And he was a man, Jimmy could tell now, he had medium length, brown hair and from here Jimmy knew that he was too bulky to be James, although, the other killer…

Wait a minute! Jimmy's mind screamed, the other killer! There were two killers. That would explain how he had seemed to be everywhere at once, but the killer that had been attacking Carl, whoever that was should definitely be dead!

Before he could puzzle it out, the other killer, still in his or her ninja style clothing, walked into Jimmy's vision.

"You idiot." The killer walking towards them said, and Jimmy could tell whomever he or she was they were talking to the killer tied down next to him.

"You bastard." The killer said, still addressing the killer strapped down.

The killer slammed their foot into the other killer's side and the man grunted in pain.

"What's that?" The first killer asked cruelly, kicking the man so hard in the side of the head that blood started streaming down, soaking his hair and pooling on the floor.

"You disgust me." The first killer said and they pulled out a gun and cocking it.

"NO!!!" The tied killer screamed, his voice gone from tough to pathetic.

The first killer ripped off the second's mask and fired twice with the handgun. His face slumped to the side, blood covering it.

"Mr. Vortex?" Jimmy nearly screamed, his voice high-pitched and terrified. "You were supposed to be dead!"

"He is…now!" The first killer said, raising a foot, they brought it down and Jimmy's world exploded into stars.