Road to Ruin

The second dimension was no stranger to danger or life threatening situations, but as they grow, they face a new threat-

Themselves.

Chapter One: The Beginning of the Road
"It would be suicide, Ferb. We can't risk our lives on such a matter."

The 19 year old looked at his second in command. "You are joking. We have to be able to reach the base on the other side of this rubble, there we will meet up with Phineas and your "team"." He walked out from the safety of the rubble. "We need to reach them, and then meet up with Candace at base. Is that clear?"

Isabella glared at him. "Yes, Sir." She picked up her sword. "I would remind you Doofenshmirtz's men would be searching for survivors to put to work. But I guess you would know that, Sir."

Ferb looked at her again. "Excellent point." Ferb looked around for a body with decent clothing, walking up to a older man and taking his jacket off. He threw it to Isabella. "Put that on. It'll hide you enough. And if you see one of the men, just remember to cough up some blood."

Isabella shuttered wondering what she would have to do to make herself cough up blood- or at least make it look like it. She closed her eyes and bit her tongue. She flinched when she felt her teeth go through the skin.

Ferb walked up, wearing another mans jacket. "Enough to cover up our basic gear." He looked at Isabella, who had blood on her lips, he smiled. "Had you forgotten this?" He held up a red gel pill and popped it in his mouth, and bit it. He opened is mouth and "blood" came out of his mouth. "You're gonna have to take one anyway, that little slit is not gonna make any difference, but that pills going to burn."

Ferb put it up to Isabella's lip and pushed it in, to Isabella's surprise. It burned. Oh how it burned. After two minutes, Isabella spoke. "Ready... When you are..."

"Good. Now, we just walk. We can hide our gear good enough, they won't recognize us." Ferb put on a hat, not wanting anyone to recognize his green hair. "If to see any guards, remember, we say we are sick, and cough up blood. Understood?"

"I've done this before, and yes." Isabella replied.

They managed to walk most of the distance without being seen by any guards, only the occasional civilian, who was either too traumatized or sick to say anything. So they walked, taking notes of the damage done. The place had been one of the "happier" factories that had been made. It was a propaganda factory, aimed at making things for children to make them loyal to Doofenshmirtz's "presidency" as it was called. Since the biggest rebellion group, lead by Candace Flynn, aimed mostly at children and younger adults. There were other rebellion groups, but none like Candace's, the first rebellion group to even try to bring peace. And it survived many conflicts- in the group an out.

They reached the meeting destination, to find Phineas sitting on the ground, playing with a cat who had lost a leg, petting it and feeding it tiny bits of rations. "Good, cat. very good kitty. You remind me of Perry." He said. "Phineas." Ferb said to his brother in a stern voice. Phineas stood up, with the cat in his hand, and saluted with the other. "Don't bother." Ferb said.

Phineas put his hand down and lowered the cat to the ground.

"Now, where are the girls?" Ferb asked. "It was agreed they would be here." He said, pacing back and forth.

"They headed back to base. Candace's orders." He said. "Delivered through message."

"And the messenger?" Ferb asked, hoping it wasn't a plan from Doofenshmirtz.

"James Castro. Message was that guards were looking for large groups of people. So I sent the girls back." Phineas explained.

Ferb nodded. "Good judgement, Brother." He turned to Isabella, "you agree?"

"Yes, Sir." She replied. "I suggest we get a move on, now. Doofenshmirtz's men will be making rounds in a hour."

Ferb nodded. "Lets go then."

Isabella slowly entered the room where Candace was. Everyone knew this is where she came to think, or to give a thorough verbal lashing to someone, so she went in quietly. She seen a dark figure, standing in the corner, looking into a electronic map of the upper north part of the United States. Isabella was about to make her presence known, when Candace spoke up. "Just come in." She mumbled.

Isabella walked in slowly. "Sir, I was wondering- if I may have a word with you."

"About?" Candace asked.

"Your Brother, Phineas." She said.

"I see. Well, you are one of my more level headed members. Carry on."

"I understand you calling my squad back, and leaving Phineas alone to draw less attention, but... I do have to mention something." Isabella said, trying to try how uneasy she was.

"And what's that?"

"I don't think Phineas is ready to be in any kind of leadership roll. Ferb has shown much skill in his leadership, and has lead to many victories. Phineas, on the other hand, as much as I hate to admit it, if it was not for me training my girls the way I did, we could have lost many of times." Isabella said.

Candace was silent for a moment. "And what do you suggest?" She asked.

"Maybe... Him dropping a few ranks and being put under someone's wing. And not Ferb's. Ferb has a way of bringing out the leader in Phineas, but when Ferb is not around, any amount of leader is gone, and he becomes dazed." Isabella suggested. "He could lead when we were younger, but I think the pressure has gotten to him mentally."

Candace turned to face Isabella. Candace had received more scars than any other member of the resistance, but only one on her face, a scar going across her nose, and a slit in her right ear. But the 24 year old still managed to look her age. "I agree. And I know the person for the job..."

"Yes, Sir?" Isabella said cautiously.

Candace put her hands on Isabella's shoulders. "You."

Isabella gulped. "Yes... Yes, Sir."

"I'll let him know later." Candace said.

They stood there silently. Candace walked back to the map. "So, how bad was it today?"

"Well... We ended up spying up on that factory that got blown up, and it wasn't any rebel attack. It seems Doofenshmirtz is trying to trick everyone into thinking we blew up a factory." Isabella replied.

Candace shook her head. "Crafty one isn't she?"

"Yes... Vanessa is 10 times worse than her Father."