Heroine's Legacy, Conversing From The Pit Of Hell

by Rye-bread

Tara buries Kim alive. Kim returns an Undead monster, sworn to kill the entire Stoppable family. Tara and Ron's grandson must guard her forever. But he wants to free her from her curse--by talking with her. Offshoot of Heroine's Legacy; script format.

1. Chapter 1

Your humble servant has been semi-busily writing a few dozen incomplete K.P. fan-stories for several years now. He has come to a fork in a road with a certain story--his personal fav.

Let me set up the backstory.

There's captainkodak1's "A Box Of Cuddlebuddies".

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Kim Possible has been buried alive by a jealous Tara, who wants Ron Stoppable for herself.

There's daccu65's "Family Legacy".

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Tara and Ron's kids accidentally unearth Kim--who has become an Undead monster

There's my own, "A Heroine's Legacy".

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Tara and Ron's grandson has been chosen the Bearer of the Lotus Blade--and Kim's jailer. But he dreams of something more--to free her.

I've heard what my readers are telling me. They want to get on with the story. I'm thinking of jumping ahead with the storyline of A Heroine's Legacy. We would proceed directly to the conversations between Kim Possible and Ron Possible. I want to focus-test a new format--sort of like a script. Gimme your reviews, oh my readers. Does it work?

In other words, I'm DNAmes--this is an experiment--and y'all are my guinea pigs.

Excerpts from stories with permish. Most grateful am I for my fellow fan-writers' generosity.

Disclaimer--most of the material in this chpt is culled from previously posted stuff. We are laying a foundation.

A HEROINE'S LEGACY: CONVERSATIONS FROM THE PIT OF HELL

(Kim Possible can recall many conversations during her time locked in eternal darkness. The first one begins as Tara entombed her alive.)

Kim: "Tara? What are you doing? Is this some type of sick joke?"

Tara: "No K, no sick joke. Just justice."

Kim: (shaking her head) "Justice?"

Tara: (nodding) "You don't deserve Ron. He deserves someone who will love him and never leave him. You Kim. I know you. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but I know in the future, some hottie or smottie will come along and Ron, your hero will turn into plain old Ron again. And then Kim, you would break his heart and probably not even know or care that you are doing so. So, I am making sure you never hurt him."

Kim (beginning to scream) "Tara, I LOVE RON. I would NEVER do that. Please Tara, let me go!"

Tara: (picking up the crowbar and beginning to lever the concrete lid back onto the top of the hole)

Kim (screaming) "Please Tara NO! For the love of GOD NO!"

Tara: "NO Kim, not for the love of God, but the love of Ron."

Kim: "NOOOoooooo……."

(The second conversation was twenty years later--after Tara and Ron's oldest son Lon accidentally freed her.)

Tara: (gasping) "Y-you can't be…"

Kim: "How long have I been in there?"

(Tara unable to speak as Kim strangles her)

Kim "You KILLED me Tara," "I thought I had escaped, so I went home and what did I find? My room wasn't my room anymore and I saw THIS," (pointed to her face) "In the mirror. I didn't escape, did I? YOU KILLED ME, TARA! YOU TOOK MY LIFE SO I'M GOING TO TAKE YOURS!"

(Tara manages to scream)

Ron (breaking in and battling with the monster) "Get away from my wife!"

Kim: "Wife?""You married Tara? YOU MARRIED MY MURDERER? Ron, how could you betray me like that?"

Ron: (gasping and sobbing in disbelief) "Kim?"

Kim: (also sobbing) "Ron, how could you?" "I loved you! We were supposed to be together forever! Tara killed me, Ron! Why did you marry her? Didn't I make you happy?"

Ron: "I…didn't…know…""Tara, what's happening?"

(Tara huddles against the wall with tears pouring from her eyes. Ron continues his stand off against what has once been Kim. None of the three knows what to do next. Suddenly, a sixteen-year old boy, in a gorilla costume, bursts into the room)

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Lon: (coming in the house) "Mom, Dad!" Lon shouted. "What's going on he…."

Kim: (snarling) "Mom, Dad?" "You had a child? While I was rotting in that pit, you married and had a child?" "That wasn't a boys room I was in," "So you must have a daughter, as well. So this was the plan, Tara? You gave me a slow death and torment while you had a life and a family? NO MORE! It's time for justice! I'll take from you what you robbed from me! I'll take your life, I'll take your children!"

(Kim continues to battle Ron)

Kim: (snarling) "Don't do this, Ron!" "She did this! I don't have anything against you! I'll take from her what she took from me and then I'll go. Don't stop my revenge!"

Ron: "I can't let this happen," "I don't know what happened, I don't know why you're here, but Tara's my wife and Lon's my son. I won't let anything happen to them while I'm still alive to prevent it."

Kim: "That can be remedied, Ron," "If you throw in with…her…then so be it! I'll take her husband from her, as well!"

(Ron is forced to slash Kim to pieces with the Lotus Blade)

Ron: "Tara," "What happened here? What happened to Kim?"

(Kim's body begins to reform)

Lon: "Uh, dad?"

Kim's head: "You can't win, Ron," . "I'm already dead. You can't kill me. I'll finish you, then your family will be next!"

Ron: (stammering) "What can I do?"

Tara: "Put her back in the cistern! It held her this long…wait! She escaped! That won't work!"

Lon: "It's my fault! I opened the cistern! I thought I heard something inside, so I opened it up to let it out. I'm the reason she escaped."

Ron: "Quiet! Lon, go open the cover. Tara, go get a tarp, a canvas bag, anything."

(There is the brief exchange with Ron before the cistern lid was shut again.)

Kim: "Y'know, Ron--I'm gonna be so tweaked at you over this! I don't know if any amount of Ron-shine will ever quite make up for this poor treatment!"

(Tara, Ron, and Lon throw Kim back into the cistern)

Kim: (for just a moment, it was the sound of the girl's voice, a pitful entreaty) "No! Not that! Not again! Ron! It's been a lifetime! We were supposed to go swimming at Lake Middleton! Please! I love you!"

Ron: "I love you, Kim! But my children are my children! If I let you out--if I go to Yamanouchi--if I try to find a way--to restore you--if I even stay with you like you are now--will you leave my children alone?"

Kim: (angry again) "Stay with me like I am now? Like some kind of pity date from Hell? And her children--her children--still alive? Never! Not in a thousand years! Not in a million years!"

Ron (insane with sorrow) "Goodbye, Kim. I love you."

Kim: "Ronald Stoppable! I hate you! I hate her! I hate you both--FOREVER!"

(The lid is closed again)

Kim: (wailing) "RON! RON! I LOVE YOU! RON!!"

For the next fifteen years, Ron comes to speak with Kim every Halloween, through the old pipe from the pump room in the basement to the cistern. Then he dies.)

(It is another twenty years. And this time, Tara comes.)

Kim: "It's been awhile, Ron. Come back to talk to your zombie girlfriend?"

Tara: "It's me, Kim."

Kim: "Tara--I'm surprised you had the backbone to come with him. Nostalgic, are we? A reunion of the Cheer Squad? Are Bonnie and Jessica still alive? You could get them all down here! Bon-bon could be the top of he the pyramid--provided the ceiling is high enough out there!"

Tara: "Ron's dead, Kim."

Kim: "You fukking lying bitch--you WHORE! Don't GIVE me that shit! Ron! Where the hell are you? Sent the wifey to do your dirty work? You two have a spat? Is it something I said? Is that why you won't talk to me?"

"It's true, Kim. Ron's been dead almost twenty years."

"Tw-twen--! Twenty YEARS? It's been twenty more YEARS? YOU FUKKING BITCH! GOD DAMN YOU TO HELL, TARA RENE KING! When I finally die, Tara King--I hope to God you're still in one piece! Because if the demons haven't torn you apart by then--I WILL!"

(Tara whimpers)

Kim: "I can hear you bleating, Tara. Stop sniveling and get up. You obviously came down to tell me more than that. But hey--where are my manners? Have a seat. Make yourself at home. Let's catch up on old times. Help yourself to the kitchen and bathroom, if you need it. Haven't messed yourself, have you? Like I did when you stuffed me in this hellhole?"

(Tara recovers herself)

Kim: "So--just out of curiosity--what did Ron die of? I assume he actually died--that you didn't bury him first. That is a bad habit of yours. Just because you stick somebody in the ground and let the flesh rot off their bones doesn't mean they're clinically deceased--although that's probably something they never taught Mom at med school."

Tara: "After our daughter's wedding--he just took to his bed--hardly came out of his room."

Kim: "You sound bitter."

Tara: "The ninja girl came. Your--your--"

Kim: "Yori? From Yamanouchi?"

Tara: (bitterly) "Yes! Her! My husband died with her next to him--in his bed!"

Kim: (laughing) "Well, shit me! Way to go, Ron-Dog! Wifey kills me off so she can have him all to herself--then has to live like a nun for a couple decades--and on the last night of his life, a cutie in a kimono shows up and plays geisha! And you and me end up like a couple old widows who haven't been laid in forever! Damn, Tara--it sucks to be us, doesn't it? Well--there is a God after all--and He hates you as much as He hates me! So what's the happy occasion? Did you come just to cheer me up with your marital woes? So not the current gossip, Tara."

Tara: "Well--my grandson left for Yamanouchi."

Kim: "Another? Let me see--there's Lon--he's the one who dug me out--and Roy--"

Tara: "This one is Ron--my daughter's son"

Kim: Your daughter Kim? Named for me? Who married Ron Possible--my brother Tim's son? Well, hell's bells, Tara--you and I are practically cousins! But losing all your men to a little almond-eyed cupcake like Yori. That must hurt. You obviously tank at being a wife AND a mother."

Tara: (archly) "And you're obviously acquainted with all the details of my domestic life." She didn't know which was worse from Kim--her maniacal raving or her withering scorn. Kim was sounding like the old Bonnie Rockwaller.

Kim: "See? Ron kept me current on his yearly visits. I always figured he would even show me a slide show through the pipe. I think it was to try and make me feel less pissed at him and his fam. Like I would get all warm and fuzzy--(no longer mocking--now hateful)--LIKE I WOULD FORGET MY VOW TO MASSACRE YOU AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOUR FREAKING BRATS! Yeah! Ron thought he was filling me in on the family tree! All he did was give me names for my death list! Now, Tara--let's get down to brass tacks! You didn't come here to brag on your grandkids! Tell me what's really on your beady little mind!"

Tara: (with difficulty) "I--I came to see if you would f----For--give m-me. And my family."

Kim: "Forgive--? Did you say that word? Forgive?"

(Kim slams against the wall. Tara yelps in fright.)

Kim: "You filthy, miserable, rotten WHORE! What kind of putrid shit is in your skull? What gives you the GALL--the NERVE--to say that word to ME?"

Tara: (jabbering) "I--I was hoping--"

Kim: "You were hoping. Do me a favor. Stick your face up to the pipe. Let me look you in the eye and see if you're really that stupid or just lying to me! And then I'll give you my answer!"

(Trembling, Tara puts her eye to the pipe--Kim makes a horrid face)

(Tara runs shrieking from the room--and faints)

Kim: (tauntingly) "I'mmmmm cominnnggg forrrrr youuuuu--Taraaaaaa! I'm gonna get Tara / I'm gonna get Tara! Really, Tara! The way you leave so quickly! Without even a proper goodbye! One would think you have a guilty conscious!"

Tara's second son Roy comes and hoists his mother's body over his shoulder. As he starts up the stairs, he stumbles and falls, bashing his knees. Tara's limp form almost falls off)

Kim: "Tara? Did you fall and hurt yourself? I'm so sorry!"

Roy: "Shut up, you monster!"

Kim: "Don't be coyyyyy, Royyyyy! I want youuuu, tooooo!"

(Then another comes--after Tara's death--after his graduation from Yamanouchi--the grandson of Tara and Ron--the grandson of Kim's brother Tim--Ronald Zimmer Possible.)

Kim: "I'm putting my eye to the pipe. I see you. You're not Tara--or Ron. You're safe from me, I can't get to you. I'm able to disassemble and reassemble myself. It's an ability inherent to my condition--being undead. I've tried to get through this pipe. My fingers could fit, but not any of my larger bones."

Ron: "I--I--I"

Kim: You look like a Stoppable--and a King--and a Possible."

Ron: I'm--Ron Possible. I'm-m--y-your great nephew."

Kim: "Let me guess. You're Ron Possible, Jr. Your parents are Ron Possible, Sr., Karen and Tim's son and Kim Stoppable, Tara and Ron's daughter"

Ron: "Y-you know the family tree."

Kim: "I don't have much else to think about while in my grave here. This is the day of your grandmother's yearly visit. Let me guess. She's dead."

(Ron nods)

Kim: "I can see you nodding. Cat got your tongue, Ronald?"

Ron: "No."

Kim: "Are you religious, Ron?"

Ron: "M-my grandfather Ron went to temple pretty regular all his life. Grandma Tara went to church a lot--after--"

Kim: "After I got out--and tried to kill her during my few precious hours of freedom."

Ron: "And my parents--"

Kim: "I asked about you, Ron."

Ron: "Yes, I attend church."

Kim: "Do you believe in Hell, Ron?"

Ron: "I think I do."

Kim: "You won't blame me if I think your grandmother should be in Hell, do you? For what she did to me?"

Ron: "I don't know."

Kim: IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY? 'I-DON'T-KNOW--I DON'T KNOW!' IGNORANT GRANDSON OF THAT IGNORANT LITTLE BITCH!"

(Ron collapses on the floor)

Kim: "Pathetic little brat! Did I frighten you! Imagine what it's like for me! ENTOMBED ALIVE! IN THE DARK! I screamed my lungs out! I went insane! And I NEVER DIED! I HAVEN'S SLEPT FOR SIXTY YEARS! OR EATEN! OR DRUNK! SIXTY YEARS OF EXHAUSTION! HUNGER! THIRST! I CAN'T REST! I HAVEN'T SEEN THE SUN SINCE TARA PUT ME HERE! THERE'S NO RELEASE! NO END! I'LL BE LIKE THIS FOREVER!"

Ron: "I--know--"

Kim: "You KNOW? How could you possibly KNOW? I was out of my prison for all of one hour forty years ago. I see the glimmer of a light bulb for fifteen minutes once a year! Never to hear a loving voice--feel a loving touch--see a tender gaze! You think I'm horrible! What do you think it's like me to have seen my own rotting face after twenty years? The look in the eyes of the man I love? He LOATHED me! CAN YOU IMAGINE?

Ron: "Yes--I can imagine--Aunt Kim!"

Kim: (shocked) "What--did--you--call--me?"

Ron: "I called you--Aunt Kim."

Kim: "Ron--I haven't a tender word from another human besides your grandfather in over half a century."

Ron: "Aunt Kim--I love you."

Kim: "You LOVE me? LIAR! GOD DAMN YOU! Before I dig my way out of this prison with my bare bony fingers--even if it takes a thousand years--even if your hellspawn family reinforces it with steel, or whatever synthetic material is invented--tell me convincingly how you could possibly say you love me."

Ron: "I love what you were--you could save the world in your spare time. I love you because I think it's still alive in you--the girl who loved the children she babysat--the girl who loved her Panda-roo--the girl who loved to shop at Club Banana--the girl who loved her friends. Felix Renton. Monique Knowles. Wade Load. Rufus. The girl who loved her family--her brothers the Tweebs. Whose father loved his Kimmie-cub. The girl who was my great-aunt--as Miriam Possible was her great-aunt. The girl who lost Ron Stoppable--as Miriam lost Jon Stoppable. The girl who was Ron Stoppable's beloved--the girl who could do anything--his K.P. No one believed that Mim wasn't guilty of the theft of Dr. Demense's invention--except my great-great-great grandfather Jon Stoppable. And no one who knows what you've become believes you can ever be the heroine again--except me. Like your father--my maternal great-grandfather--I think anything is possible for a Possible."

Kim: "You family-fuking damned grandson-of-a-whore. Trying to manipulate me. That's a fine speech you devised. If I had the chance, I would chew your arms and legs off--one bite at a time--so you wouldn't lose consciousness. And then I would pull your head off. I would puree your brains and drink them. Your grandfather had a knack for cooking. I'd love to show you what I remember of what he taught me."

Ron: "I'm going to prove my sincerity, Aunt Kim--I'll tell you how much I love you."

Kim: "I'm waiting--dear nephew."

Ron: "I'll be back tomorrow. Not next year--tomorrow."

Kim: "And what makes you think I look forward to that anymore than I looked forward to your grandmother's annual visits?"

Ron: "Because I have an offer."

Kim: "What kind of offer?"

Ron: "It'll have to wait, Aunt Kim."

Kim: "And what if I promise to cannibalize every one of your descendants when--not if--the next time of them is stupid enough to release me?

Ron: "You've already promised that, Aunt Kim. Every time Grandma made her annual visit."

Kim: "You think you can visualize what horrible things I'm capable of. You have no idea, dear nephew. I've had sixty years of unending darkness to think--and plan."

Ron: "Then think about this. What would you give to sleep--to eat--to drink? What would you give to see the sun again?"

(Ron listens--he hears the sounds of weeping)

Ron: "Aunt Kim? Would you mind the light left on?"

Kim: "N-no, Ron. I wouldn't mind."

Ron: "Then I'll leave it on. I be back tomorrow. Good night, Aunt Kim."

And so with a single term of endearment--Aunt Kim--and a few simple questions--what would she give to eat--and drink--and see the sun again--the grandson of Ron Stoppable defuses Kim Possible's hellish hatred--at least temporarily.

Author's note: I'm taking a poll--a show of hands. Do you like this format? What I have in mind is to--brace yourselves--have Kim and her nephew reminisce each of her missions. That's sixty-plus chpt's. This idea occurred to me late last summer. We--you and I, dear readers--will examine parts of Kim's life as a heroine. I will invite ideas from y'all.

This is part is Ron Possible's strategy--to slowly coax his aunt back from the Dark Side--to wean her from her maniacal hatred of all things.

Are my readers up for it? Am I totally mental? Gimme feedback.