I do not own any of the Disney characters named herein, nor the story concept so well portrayed by J. O'Barr, and not so capably by a host of copycats following the late Brandon Lee's iconic film. I am just borrowing characters and concepts to tell my own humble story.
Kim Possible: Lost Souls
A Kim Possible/Crow Crossover
By LJ58
Part One: Rising
Pain.
The burden of it was worse than any hell.
Pain. And loss.
Which was worse? Could it even be measured?
Memories flashed like cold light on colder steel. Fire bright, that light danced on an knife's edge that was the very threshold of an unimaginable precipice. A dizzying drop into a abyss so filled with emotion that not all the drugs in creation could begin to dull the ache that swelled and knotted in cold, rotting flesh as the heart within impossibly started, and then continued to throb.
Excruciating, exquisite agony played over nerves that should have died long ago.
Bone creaked, but still moved, tendons and muscle impossibly working in tandem to propel a corpse that a raw, flayed mind protested should not exist any longer.
But the pain! The pain reveled in its existence!
It demanded expression.
It demanded recompense.
Digits curled, and a hand coiled into a fist, hammering at the darkness. That last barrier between pain and vengeance. The final barrier between light and dark. Between death and…
The barrier yielded, and the hand found open space beyond an unyielding, stygian dark. Raw fury had slammed liked an unrelenting force into immovable dark.
Only the darkness had yielded.
Clambering out of a pit of darkness and decay. A pit of unending anguish. The body rose to stand under gray-black clouds as mud and decay dropped from tattered grave clothes, and confused worms fell from once sloughing flesh that now took on an unnatural life.
Dark, glittering eyes raised to the heavens that seemed to be weeping at the soul's pain. Or perhaps at its defiance of the natural order.
The soul within did not care.
It only felt.
Opening thin, split lips, it gave voice to the unbearable anguish an eternal, endless year had pressed down upon it without respite, or remorse. The scream was an aching expression of purgatory that echoed over the still cemetery, and scattered the birds and animals in the area that might have been taking shelter nearby.
All but one bird.
The panting, anguished creature lowered its eyes as it turned to see a huge, black crow perched on the raised arm of a statue that stood nearby. It cawed nosily, and cocked its head, its dark eyes regarding the abomination that stood before it.
"Now," the lips parted, a raspy croak almost as guttural as the crow's own sounding. "Find them."
The crow cawed once, and spread its dark wings before taking flight.
To Be Continued….