The teenage duo ran to the edge of the wall, sneaking around the corner. Almost the entire interior of the building was destroyed by the still-burning sun beam. There was a massive smoking hole in the center, still growing bigger by the second. The room Kim and Ron stood in, was clear of the blast. The windows and walls were broken through and shattered, shining the bright grey sky into the room.
The teen easily turned the corner, to see one last flight of stairs. She knew this staircase would lead directly to the roof, considering they were on the last floor. Before making her way to the staircase, she easily walked over to the broken window, and peaked through. She looked down at all the fighting on the streets, watching the people take a stand. But Ron noticed, she was staring too long.
"KP..?" He questions, turning away from the stairs. She continued to look down, now beginning to clench her fist. He knew what she was thinking. Or relatively close to it, anyway.
"Kim... listen—
"Look at them. All these people. Fighting just so they can live normal lives again." She said, with a darker drop in her tone. "And they're doing it all... to help us. Two teenagers from an ordinary suburb. They're risking everything in their lives to reassure they made it this far." She stopped, and turned to look back at Ron. "What if we end up letting them down, Ron?" Her expression began to scare him. What triggered this in her? This isn't his Kim Possible.
"KP... look at me." Ron briefly said, easily grabbing her bruised shoulders. She looked up at him, half eyed with sadness. "This right here... is our last and only chance. I'm not going to tell you everything is alright by lying to you. I mean, look." He pointed back down to the city. "Every person we love is fighting for their life. And here we are, about to face an ancient entity that we had no idea existed a week ago. Absolutely nothing about this is normal to us." He slightly chuckled to relieve some of the aggression.
"But right now, we have to go out there. And we have to keep this spooky thing from destroying the earth. We do this, so one day we can wake up, not ever having to worry about if the Reaver has found us. And at the end of the day we can leave work—and we get to go home." He finally stopped, and slowly placed his hand on her cheek. He then brushed some of her damp, snow covered hair out of the way.
"Even if it means we lose our lives today.." He sighed, locking his eyes with hers.
Her now wide eyes, gazed into the browns of his. Then, she noticed him began to start glowing red. "Ron..?" Kim questioned, regathering his attention. He knew she was referring to his burning cheeks.
"KP there's... there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now. Every time I've tried to tell you this week, there's been a way to cut us off somehow. And.. if I don't do it now, I-I may regret it later.." He stuttered, knowing there's a very big possibility of one of them dying today. She slowly grabbed his hands from her shoulders, and brought them down to her waist, where she locked her fingers with his. Her face now beginning to glow as red as his.
He took a deep breath, trying to ease his new nerves. He has more nerves about talking to his girlfriend, than he did about walking head first into his almost-inevitable death.
"Kim... I.. uh." He frozen, his hands shaking in Kim's. "I-I love—
He was cut off, once again. But this time, it was by Kim's lips. She held herself against him, and embraced her lips with his, closing their eyes as they enjoyed the moment. She slowly eased off of him, and finally looked him in the eye.
"I know Ron... and I love you too." Her soft voice finally spoke. His first reaction, was shock. Followed by the easing of his nerves, and a smile finally crawling on his face. But, their sweet moment was cut short. The building began to shake, dropping snow and small ruble on the floor below their feet. It wasn't rough enough to take them to the ground, they were able to stand their ground. Still holding hands, they turned to look at the staircase that lead to their ultimate enemy.
Then they looked back at each other with the same soft smile, but with sad eyes. They knew what was about to happen.
"Hick-a-bick-a-boo..?" Ron finally said softly, throwing Kim off with the Tweebs' expression. Stunned, she stared at him for a second, looking like he froze with the goofy half grin on his face.
She finally smiled again, and spoke to match his tone.
"Hoo-sha."
Monique fired a crossbow into the eye of a demon creature, listening to it screech in agony. It dropped to its knees, holding the arrow and trying to pull it out carefully. Yeah, like that was gonna work. She turned her attention away from the beast, and started looking through the crowd. Every person she assembled looked to still be in the fight, including Ned, the now regional manager of Bueno Nacho. She watched him tear through more creatures than she thought he could handle.
"Damn. Shrimp can fight." She cockily smirked, as she turned back to look into the fight. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one creature pounce at her. She quickly turned in fright, watching it land right in front of her. She screamed in panic, her eyes wider than bowling balls.
Monique wasn't a fighter. Frankly, she didn't expect to be this involved in a fight this elevated. Especially against demonic creatures bent on destroying the world. Internally, she was terrified. Mortified. But she knew she had to kick it in gear, because her best friends were relying on her and her army to make a stand. Even in a situation like this.
As she screamed, it caught the attention of none other, than Steven Barkin. He was clubbing a beast in the skull, when he heard her high pitched scream not far from where he stood. He felt the violet blood of the creature splotch on his face, as he turned his head to look over. Without hesitation he quickly pulled the bat from the skull of the creature, and dashed towards Monique.
The monster reached its arm up, ready to slash its claws down upon Monique's head. Only inches away from her moist hair, she watched its massive arm stop. Curious—but thankful, she looked up, and saw a wooden baseball bat—covered in scratches, holding up the arm. And underneath the bat, was the behemoth she knew as Mr. Barkin.
"Shoot it! Now!" He yelled over the crazy mess. Monique shook herself from the daze she found herself in, and pulled up her arm. She held the crossbow, and aimed it directly at the forehead of the beast. She quickly pulled the trigger, blasting the arrow clean through its head. The weight of the monster instantly doubled for Barkin, as it's body went limp, and started weighed down on the bat he help up with both hands. Losing all his power, he quickly threw the beast aside, even more blood spilling on his chest.
He panted, as he wiped some of the old monster blood from his chin. He looked at Monique, still huffing. "You okay?" He asked, putting his bat to his side. "Yeah.. thank you Steven." A smirk crawled across her face. "Pushing it." His face quickly dropped, glaring at her at the mention of his first name. "Slow ya roll, I'm an adult now." She put her fists on her hips, her grin now growing wider.
Barkin rolled his eyes, and turned back to the fight. She watched him run off, and assist a local MegaMart worker.
But when she was focused on seeing how her fellow fighters were doing, she wasn't paying attention to the blind spot to her right. A creature charged right at her, and he was livid.
When he got close enough, he stretched out his arm and slashed Monique across the face. "AUGH!!" She screamed in pain, as the recoil of the hit threw her five feet from where she stood. She hit the snowy ground with a hard thud, rolling and hitting a bench. Blood ran down her cheek, stinging as she felt the cold breeze touch her cut.
Still lying down in pain, she shakily reached up and felt the scratches on her face. She could feel three long marks imbedded in her right cheek, gushing blood like a crimson waterfall. Her body shook like a rabid dog, terrified because she had no idea what had just happened. Regathering her thoughts, she finally put the pieces together. That's when she looked up in terror, and saw the creature, with an arrow still embedded in its eye. It was so angry, it was hyperventilating as blood rushing down its cheek from the massive hole in its eye.
She quickly reached for her crossbow, shaking the snow off of it, and aiming down its sights at the creatures chest. Confident, she then pulled the trigger. But, something was wrong. Nothing was firing from the contraption. Starting to hyperventilate, she looked down at the weapon, and realized it didn't have another arrow loaded. In a hesitant panic, she continued to pull the trigger several more times. But she already knew... Oh I'm fucked. She thought to herself, now staring at the beast with large eyes.
She froze in fear, barely propping herself up with one arm, and holding the fresh scars with the other. It stood over her like a hulking, enraged beast. To Monique's surprise, she then watched it reach up, and grab the bottom of the arrow. Without warning, he ripped the arrow clean out, taking his own eye with it. Monique quickly covered her mouth, trying to keep herself from vomiting right in the snow.
He grabbed his one eyeball, and slid it clean off the arrowhead, tossing it aside. It began to laugh in a frightening tone, as it turned the arrowhead to face Monique. She knew what was about to happen. She didn't want to admit it, but inside she knew this was the end of the road for her. She stopped shaking, and sighed deeply with her eyes closed. No matter what happens... please Kim.. save the rest of the world. She thought to herself, watching the monster cock his arm back—ready to plow the arrow into her head.
She closed her eyes, awaiting the impact. With her eyes closed, she began to picture her future. Or, the future she began to fantasize.
She saw herself, standing in a kitchen as a grown woman. An apron wrapped around her waist, as she cooking steamed vegetables and rice over a stove burner. A delighted smile on her face, as she stirred the rice and healthy veggies. On one side of the kitchen walked a man, with a brawny build. He had on a navy blue blazer, with a white button up shirt underneath. And finally, pants to match the blazer with a brown belt.
The man walked up to Monique, and kissed her on the cheek. And in his arms, was a small child. She stopped cooking, and looked down at the giggling baby. With a soft smile, she reached down and kissed it on the forehead.
This is really it for me...
Hearing the monster's war screech, she expected the impact at any second. But to her surprise.. there was no impact. Then, she heard a screeching sound, much louder than than of the beast's. It made her ears ring so loud it echoed through her entire brain.
Monique quickly opened her eyes in awe, light tears streaming down them from the thought of her losing her life. She looked up at the monster, and gasped. It's head was missing, as it dropped to the ground with a hard thud. "What the—
She cut herself off, as she looked over the torn shoulder of the beast. That's when she saw James Possible, holding some kind of modified toy gun in his hand. Behind him, was the rest of the Possible clan. And all four of them, were wearing the same black and green mission gear their daughter would wear.
James smirked, as he reached a hand down at Monique. "Cmon Monique! We've got a planet to save, and a daughter to provide covering fire to!" He said, handing the strange weapon back to Jim and Tim.
Hesitant, she grabbed his hand, being helped off the ground. "You didn't think we'd let our daughter and her friends have all the fun, did you?" Ann said, a light smile on her sweet face. Finally out of her daze, Monique smiled confidently.