Where Did It Go Wrong?

Disclaimer: I don't own K.P. and Co.

This story is a little different from my others one. Probably dark compared to my usual 'chuckling' fics I have done, but it isn't that dark compared to some other works I've seen. I've been a little bit stressed and minorly depressed, and even my K.P. songs which usually work haven't. So I'm hoping this will clear it up. Anyways, you are going to have tell me if and when T becomes needed, since I have never done a story this dark on Fanfiction, and I am not sure when to add it, so just tell me.

DYK: In Crush, for a brief second on the plane, part of Ron's sunglasses are missing (the part that rests on the ear -- the right one).

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"Will the defendant please rise?" the voice rang throughout the courtroom. She rose and turned her emotionless, green eyes to the man. "The jury has made its decision." The woman smirked. Of course it had only taken three hours for them to deliberate her sentence. But then again, it wasn't like it had been that hard.

"On the charge and specification of the murder of Bonnie Rockwaller, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Joshua Mankey, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Tara King, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Brick Flagg, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Steve Barkin, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of the head of Global Justice, Dr. Betty Director, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Global Justice agent, Will Du, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Wade Load, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Ann Possible, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of James Timothy Possible, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Nan Possible, the court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of James Possible, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Timothy Possible, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Donald Stoppable, this court finds you guilty. On the charge and specification of the murder of Ruthie Stoppable, this court finds you guilty. And on the charge and specification of the murder of Ronald Stoppable, this court finds you guilty. Sentencing will now commence." The man stepped aside and the judge stood.

"I will take in light your previous heroine work. The members of Team Go have also spoken on your behalf. They have called you 'spirited and filled with a fiery determination.' Team Impossible, who helped to bring you in along with Team Go, also said that 'you live to excel and that you are a very remarkable person.' I have taken all of this into consideration and have decided on your sentence," the judge stated. The woman smirked once again. "I have decided that the best sentence for you is life in prison without parole. This court is adjourned." The clang of a gavel was heard throughout the room.

Several guards surrounded her, but backed off after receiving a 'touch me and you're dead' glare from the prisoner. Team Go and Team Impossible moved forward and grasped her arms above the chains linking her hands together. Her feet were also connected together. The two teams slowly led her out of the courtroom and into a van to take her to where she would spend the rest of her life. She sat in the van, and the two teams gave her a slight nod, which she returned. They shut the door, and as soon as they did, heard a cruel, viscious laugh echo from inside the van. Team Go, especially Hego and the Wego twins, looked heartbroken and pitiful at this cruel twist of fate. Team Impossible and Team Go got into another vehicle that would follow the van to the prison.

Two hours passed before the van slowed to a stop. The back of the van was shoved open, and Mego and Crash Cranston led her out of the van. Several doors, and their presence acknowledged and recorded, before they came to a cell. In this particular prison, all the cells were made out of an indestructible transparent material that allowed the prisoners to see and hear each other. Quite a few of the prisoners looked up as the new arrival was transported to her new cell. But first, regular guards took her from the two teams, searched her, then threw her into the cell roughly, then laughed as she glared at them from the floor. She struggled to her feet, and looked about.

"I see we have a newcomer," said a voice from the cell to her right, hidden in the shadows.

"Oh, aye, we do," said a voice to the left, also hidden. The woman recognized the voices, and smirked.

"Duff Killigan and Monkey Fist, my my my, what were the chances of getting a cell right next to you?" the woman said sarcastically.

"Don't forget me," a voice from behind her said. Dr. Drakken emerged from the shadows in that cell as Monkey Fist and Killigan came forward in their cells. "And just what are you doing in here? I figured that you would never be caught dead in here. After all, you were never deemed a maniac like us, granted you have your quirks."

"She was arrested for the Middleton Serial Stalker murders," a guard, who entered the room said as he passed by into another room. A look of disbelief crossed the three villians faces.

"No, I don't believe it. You never had the guts to kill anyone!" exclaimed Drakken.

"You heard the guard," she responded gruffily as she flopped down on her cot and started doing sit ups. Monkey Fist cast a maddened grin at Killigan, who blinked a few times as Drakken, who cleaned his ears out. Green eyes stared at the three of them before she spoke again. "What are you staring at?" She demanded sharply, glowering at them, challenging them to say something stupid fitting them.

"Oh nothing, lass," replied Killigan. The three looked at each other, then nodded.

"Well, welcome to your new home, for the rest of your life apparently if you killed all of them," Monkey Fist said. Drakken nodded.

The three at spoke at the same time. "Yes, welcome... Kim Possible."

WBC.