A/N: Okay, I'm not sure how this will progress, so I'm just gonna type and see what happens...if it sucks, don't flame me!!
Kim leaped atop a guard's back, and strangled him into unconsciousness with the chains, and then repeated the procedure with the other guards.
Ron and Monique were fighting back to back, but unfortunately, that strategy didn't work too well. Monique got hit on the head, and she slumped to the ground, blood seeping through her dark brown hair.
Ron immediately rushed to defend her, but was basically doomed before he even began. There were too many. Lucky for him, Kim was watching his back. Just before he was about to be given a very severe concussion, she pushed him out of the way and successfully dodged the blow.
"Any ideas?" Ron asked her. Kim shook her head helplessly. "None whatsoever," she replied, shoving her knee in a guard's groin. "I didn't actually stop and think what would happen if one of us was injured." "Why not?" Ron asked, panicking as he saw a fist swing at him. He ducked, and the guard fell over onto the floor, where Ron stomped on his head.
"Well..." Kim said. "Oh, great!" Ron shouted, falling flat on his face to avoid a nightstick. "The only time one of your plans doesn't work and we're gonna be piranha chow or some other gruesome form of torture. WHAT DO WE DO??" he screamed to the concrete floor.
Suddenly, the doors at the west end of the hall burst open. The other villains had arrived and were preparing to fight. Just then, the doors at the east end of the hall burst open, and Ron sighed in relief. Zeda and the good guys had finally arrived. "Charge!" Rufus squeaked, and the soldiers on both sides streamed into the hall.
Somehow in all the commotion, Zeda reached Kim. "Hey, girl!" she said joyously. "Hey, Zeda!" Kim smiled as she thrust her fist into Duff Killigan's face. "Nice of you to finally show up!" "I figured better late than never," Zeda grinned as she swept a guard off his feet-literally.
Isabel had a better way of beating them-a gun. She sprayed the whole room with shellfire, hoping that no one on her side would get hurt. "Italian," Zeda explained to Kim as they lay on the floor. "Ah," Kim nodded. "I remember her! She was the one who didn't want my help at first."
"Doesn't surprise me," Zeda said. "Isabel is kind of a control freak." As the fight wore on, more and more people were getting exhausted-and as a result, conquered. On both sides, actually, not just one particular side.
Finally, only six people remained standing. Drakkan and Shego; Kim, Zeda, Isabel, and Ron. (Well, I suppose Rufus counts, but he was in Ron's pocket at the time.)
"Four against two," Isabel smiled. "How exciting." "Oh, don't worry," Shego's hands lit. "I can handle all four of you no problemo, as you Italians say."
With a grunt, she hurled herself at Isabel, who valiantly blocked. Kim backed her up while Zeda and Ron headed for Drakkan, who fell to his knees and begged for mercy. "Well, that was easy," Ron remarked. After Drakkan was all tied up, they returned to where Isabel was on the floor, unconscious and Kim was holding off Shego.
With a shout of anger, Zeda (who had grown fond of Isabel and Roman) kicked Shego's legs out from under her. And that was all it took for them to subdue Shego and Drakkan.
"Well, that was easy," Ron repeated. "Aw right!" Zeda cheered, high-fiving Kim and Ron. "I never expected for this to happen," Kim said in awe. "Uh-huh!" Rufus agreed from the safety of Ron's pocket.
"I didn't think Shego could be so easily beaten." "Um...well..." Zeda said sheepishly. "What?" Kim asked, looking at her closely. Zeda held out a syringe-empty. "You didn't!" Ron said, open-mouthed. Zeda nodded, grinning.
"You gave her an injection?" Kim laughed, holding her side. All three started laughing and couldn't stop. Shego: defeated from an injection! Who knew?
LATER...
At Kim's house a few weeks later, Ron, Zeda, Monique, and Kim were sitting on the sofa, and lying on the floor watching a concert on TV.
"It really is amazing, you know?" Monique remarked. "What do you mean?" Ron yawned, glancing at the clock. 10 P.M. "Well, it's amazing that one week the world can be over-run by an evil dictatorship, and then the next everything back to normal," Monique explained.
"I try not to think about it," Zeda said, eyes glued to one singer in particular. "Why not?" Kim asked. "You were like Xena, warrior princess out there! You sure you don't want to help me fight crime?"
Zeda chuckled. "Definitely. I don't think I could handle all the stress. I'd be stricken with a heart attack within my first month. Plus, I strained my leg muscles. I think I'll stick with being a fashion freak like Monique." "And darn proud of it, too!" Monique replied.
"Hey, look!" Ron interrupted, pointing to the screen. "There's that person again!" "You mean that mysterious person who keeps warding off danger wherever?" Monique asked, leaning towards the set. "Who is she, anyway? She's always wearing that black mask. Totally weird."
Zeda smiled, and fingered the black mask inside her purse. "Hey, I gotta go, guys," she said, getting up and stretching. "Okay, bye, Z," Ron said. She kissed his cheek, and waved farewell to Kim and Monique before exiting the Possible residence. She looked towards the moon. It was full. She smiled. Time to head to work.
A/N: I liked this ending. What do you think? Please R&R!
It is finished! The dramatic ending to 'Zeda's Turn'! I have to admit, I'm really gonna miss writing this story. I think it was one of my favorites to write, actually. Bye all!