Hey there everyone! Before you start reading this story, I wanted to give you a little bit of history here. I originally wrote this story for a project that the Late Great CPNEB had called KP-TZ2, and it's a collection of 'Twilight Zone' type of stories that concerned Kim Possible and friends. It was sort of a "Middleton Files" kind of thing, sort of like "The X-Files".

A while after I posted my story called "Voice in the Dark", I was approached by a rather precocious (I think she was 11 years old at the time) writer by the name of kt, of JAKT fame. KT had asked if they could edit the story and add a little bit to it to give the story a little more 'pop'. After asking CPNEB if this was OK with him since the story was part of his project, he said "Go for it".

Time passed, and recently I received a message from kt saying that she still wanted to do this. In a span of only two or three days, kt had taken my story and improved on it GREATLY! What you are about to read is the result of our working together, which was an experience in itself. (just kidding kt!)

If you want, you can read the original by going the Author Page for KP-TZ2, and selecting the story by the same title, "Voice in the Dark".

The story will be posted in 5 parts, with a few days in between postings. I say a 'few' days, as I'm not entirely sure of the posting schedule, but it will be posted in its entirety before Halloween.

Both kt and I hope y'all enjoy it…

Disclaimer: As always, neither kt or I own any of the characters involved that are from the Kim Possible show…

Voice in the Dark

Prologue

Rain, Rain, Rain. It had been steadily raining on and off every night for an entire week in Middleton during October, and it was supposed to be corn mazes, haunted houses, hot chocolate, and scary stories. Instead, this evening had started out like the rest of the other wet ones… boring. Right now Kim wished she could slip out and go on a mission for someone, but the Kimmunicator was silent.

No one calling, no one beeping, just the pitter-patter of a light rain against the window and the nights homework in front of her. Kim leaned her head back against her desk chair and stared out her window into the black night-sky hoping that time would pass faster. Instead, she sat in silence, time moving even slower than before. Fortunately for her it happened to be a Wednesday, and she had only a small amount of homework to do for the next day, but for some reason it seemed to be harder than usual… a whole lot harder.

For Physics class she had to calculate the volume of a five gallon fish tank, and figure at what pressure the water would come out if a ¼ inch hole were drilled 2 inches from the bottom. It gave her fits for about two hours, and she was almost to the point of calling Wade for help. In the end she toughed it out and was able to work out the answer herself, showing all of her work.

Smiling she was glad she didn't need her Computer Wizard's help, but then she remembered that Ron had the same assignment and poor Wade was probably banging his head against his computer keyboard trying to explain it to her blond best friend. A silent snicker escaped her lips at the thought.

Thank goodness the second bit of homework wasn't as intense, but she had to really think about it. In the past two weeks, the class had been reading Moby Dick, and now that the book was finished, they had to make a comparison of Captain Ahab to any politician of their own choice from Mr. Barkin's list. The individuals he chose were so confrontational in their beliefs that it hurt just to think about them for they had taken very strong stances on very confrontational issues. She knew that her paper might get some serious ridicule for her comparison, but she had chosen to compare the doomed Captain's adventure to Al Gore and his stance on Global Warming. The paper wasn't due until Friday, but she was able to at least get the rough draft finished before finally stifling a long drawn out yawn. At least she was to the point that it could be cleaned up and finalized Thursday evening.

With a bit of a smile Kim turned off her laptop and thought about what Ron was going to do on his paper, but quashed her thoughts almost immediately. 'Better not even go there. That would totally be a cornucopia of disturbing events.'

Exhausted, with bleary emerald eyes and slightly disheveled auburn hair from pulling and twisting it on various occasions trying to make her brain work, she stumbled into bed just before midnight. She knew her alarm would wake her up in time to take a shower in the morning, so she didn't even bother to undress, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

About two hours later, something woke her from her deep sleep. It almost sounded like her Kimmunicator on the nightstand, but in her sleep-fogged mind, something didn't sound right. The normal tone of the unit came out a bit garbled, almost as if it were recorded on an old cassette tape, which was now playing like the batteries in the player were running down and stretching into long drawn out sounds.

bwweeep

bweeep

beep

dwweeep

"Huh?" She said groggily. "Whazzat?" Her befuddled mind didn't realize that the noise was actually coming from her communications device.

Two small bursts of static came out, and then something very strange happened. It almost sounded like a little girl's voice, but it was fading in and out, mixed with the static. "Hello? (static) Is anybody out there? (static)… Please… Can anyone hear me?"

Kim reached over and flopped her hand on the unit, dragged it over next to her head and unconsciously set it on the pillow. Even with her brain not "firing on all cylinders", she had reacted automatically and reached out for the unit, dragging it over to her. She answered in sleep slurred words, "Wade… is that you?"

Apparently the voice on the other side didn't hear her, as the voice spoke again. "Please… (static) can anyone help me?"

At this point the word "Help" caused Kim's mind to finally kick start itself somewhat, and her eyes flew open. However, her fingers didn't quite do what she was telling them, and she fumbled with the buttons trying to respond.

"Hello?" She said, sounding more awake. "Who is this? What's wrong? How can I help?" By now Kim was sitting up in her bed wide awake and looking down at the back lit screen of the Kimmunicator, which was filled with nothing but white noise.

The voice spoke again, but it was fading out. "I need… (static) help! Please! I… (static) can you hear me! I'm losing …. (static)"

Brushing a strand of hair from her eyes that had fallen while she tried to listen to the plea for help, Kim desperately pressed the call button, and tried to answer back. "I'm here! I'm Kim Possible! Can you hear me? Please let me know who you are so I can help you!"

Static was her only response. She dropped herself back onto the pillow and sighed in frustration, listening to the static that was still coming from the speaker.

Then without warning, Wade's voice came out of the speaker at a very loud volume, making her jump and she let out a small "eep" in surprise.

"Kim… why are you calling me just after 2 o'clock in the morning? I was having a really good dream about… well, you don't need to know… but what's up?"

Her finger mashed down on the volume control trying to quickly turn it down as she had it cranked all the way up while trying to hear the call for help. "Wade! Did… did you hear or record any of what just happened?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Kim. I just received your call a few seconds ago, and was just now able to respond." A strange look came across his face. "Kim? Are… you OK? You look a bit… frazzled?"

It was at this point that Kim realized that her hair must have looked like a whirling dervish had hit it after falling asleep the way she did. She tried to push some of it down as it was sticking out in all directions.

"But… I just had a call from what sounded like a little girl asking for help. You… don't you have the recording of this on your system?"

Wade's fingers flew over his keyboard as he typed for a few seconds as he checked the communications log before replying. "That's strange…" He said with a furrowed brow, which worried Kim. Her tech guru rarely said those words. "For 21.3 seconds there isn't any telemetry data coming from your Kimmunicator. For those few seconds it's as if… as if… it were just… dead."

To be continued…