The Sword of God is Raised

Kim dropped Bonnie and looked at her "friends." Ron looked at Kim in shock as Bonnie frantically crawled away, whimpering. Her smile was terrifying, and when she turned her eyes on Ron, he saw nothing of his friend in them.

"So, you came here to enjoy some time with your slut, Ron? How much did you pay to have me put out of your way?" Kim said, her mind seamlessly adding Ron to the conspiracy.

"What?" Ron gasped. "Kim, please…"

"Oh, don't lie!" She snarled, taking a fighting stance. "I know all about you…I know about everyone! Why wasn't mom at the library?"

"You didn't want-"

"That's what she'd have me think, twisting words, leaving me to be buried…Like she wanted!" The last came out a scream. On the heels of the scream, Kim was charging them, murder in her eyes. She was going for Ron, only Mr. Barkin got in the way. Ron was a better fighter, that he had proven just a few days ago, but he was a student, and Barkin had a duty to protect him…from Kim…or from having to hurt his friend.

Barkin reached out to grab Kim. If he could pull her to himself, his greater mass could hold her still until Ron and Shego could do…something. Hopefully, he wouldn't hurt her.

He didn't have to worry. Kim was moving like he was standing still. She slapped his hands aside with incredible force, and then grabbed him by the shirt.

I weigh three times as much as she does, she can'- His thought was broken off as he was flung across the length of the room, landing next to, and nearly on, the crying Bonnie, stunned, his ankle screaming where the landing had twisted it. Kim leaped after him, laughing.

She was going to kill him.

At least until Shego hit her, low and dirty, from the back. The woman's plasma claws weren't on, but the blow would have knocked out a horse. It looked like Kim may have felt it.

May have.

She spun around and kicked out a leg, folding Shego around it. Shego flew into a wall, leaving Ron and Kim standing. Kim looked over at Bonnie.

"I'll show you, Ronald… sniffing around her." Then she was moving towards Bonnie. Bonnie's scream rang in Ron's ear, as he moved faster than he ever had in his life, and attacked Kim. Even if she didn't feel it, she was still less than 120 lbs., and Ron's tremendous roundhouse knocked her back.

"Please, Kim…don't make us do this. We can help you get better." Ron gasped out, tears mixing with the rain dripping from his hair. An inarticulate snarl was the only reply he got, as Kim closed the distance between them.

Three police cars zipped through the rain, coming up to Bonnie's house. The call had been serious—and a frantic call from the hospital had reported the Kim Possible was involved, and in trouble. The dispatcher hadn't gotten the whole story, but whatever it was, it looked bad. The six officers were ready, for anything.

"Four Boy three." The lead officer reported. "The houses' door is open and-Holy Shit!"

Ron exploded from the picture window, flying out across the yard like a ragdoll, on a direct course for the first car. The cops hit the brakes, but that wasn't enough, as Ron slammed into the windshield, starring it.

Behind him, Kim and Shego sprang from the window, fighting in a blur of fists and kicks.

"Jesus Christ…" The cop said. What the hell was that bitch doing, attacking Kim Possible so soon after her trauma? Well, they'd show her. The cops burst out of the car.

"You've got to stop…" Ron wheezed.

"Don't worry, we'll save Kim, just stay still and wait for the medics." Ron lay, stunned, and then bolted upright, ignoring the fact that one rib was now broken, ends grating against each other.

"No! It's not Shego…It's Kim!" He shouted, voice lost in the thunder.

Shego was backpedaling, blocking and fighting for all she was worth, but Kim didn't seem to feel pain, didn't seem to notice anything, with that crazy empty smile fixed on her face, and the occasional response to one of the phantoms in her head.

"Yes, she does look scared, doesn't she?"

"Kimmie…" Shego said, "I-"

"ON THE GROUND NOW! DO IT!" The shout came, and Shego turned and looked in disbelief. Six cops, guns pointed at her.

"Oh for…"

"DO IT NOW!" Kim looked at Shego, and the cops, and smiled. Then she was heading for the cops. The lead officer looked at the young woman. Kim must be panicked for some reason, she was running right for them for cover…but what the hel-

Kim hit the unprepared cops like a thunder bolt. A fist slammed into a jaw, shattering teeth and bone, and in the process, breaking two of Kim's fingers. She giggled at the feeling. A knee drove into a groin, a cop, slowly, disbelievingly, tried to turn her gun on her, but she lashed out, grabbed her arm, and pulled…leaving the woman screaming on the ground, her elbow a mass of shattered bone. In seconds, the police were littering the ground, moaning or unconscious. The last one looked up at Kim raised her foot to stomp down, shattering his neck.

Then Shego hit her from behind.

Well, you've done everything else stupid today. The villainess thought. Why not get your villain credentials yanked for helping keep the cops alive. And she could stop Kim…Kim was fighting like a locomotive…unfeeling of pain, but that wouldn't help her if Shego fired up her claws and cut her head off…but she couldn't, she was hear to help Kimmie, not kill her.

Yes. God had a sick sense of humor. Shego thought as she blocked a blow that rattled her to the bone. Behind her, a cop crawled to the car and started talking into his mike.

"No…it is Possible—I don't know, but we have multiple officers down…roll the SWAT and every unit you have!" He paused. "NO! We tried non-lethal. Don't let her get within arms reach!"

Ron shook his head groggily, trying to clear it. His nose felt busted, he was certain he had one, maybe more, broken ribs. None of that mattered. He had to stop her… before other people showed up, people with guns. They couldn't stop Kim…or could they? Ron looked and leaned down to an unconscious cop, checking to make certain he was still breathing…and then pulled his stun gun out of the holster. Ron grinned, humorlessly. It didn't matter how hopped up someone was if the nerves weren't carrying messages. He peered through the rain to find Kim.

Inside the ruined front room, Barkin tried to stand, wincing at the pain in his ankle. He couldn't help them—they only thing he could do would be to get in Stoppable and Shego's way. Looking down, Barkin pulled off his coat and draped it around Bonnie. The sobbing teen wrapped it around her torso, hiding her breasts.

"Are you ok?" Barkin asked. Bonnie nodded, then still sobbing, started talking.

"She, was…she was going to kill me…why?" Barkin looked at her.

"You were right, Bonnie. It wasn't her fault." He paused, "She was hurt worse than any of us dreamed…well, except for Stoppable…and Shego. It was my fault, Bonnie. I should have done something immediately." Barkin said. "Stay here. I have to see to the police."

And if Kim has killed any of them? His mind said, Than I helped kill them…because I could have stopped this. If I made the right decision... One mistake…and God knows how many lives destroyed from it. Barkin left the crying teen, and went out to do what he could, alone save for his guilt.

Shego dodged back, frantically. Kim had broken fingers, blood running from her nose and still had the smile on her face.

"What's a matter?" Kim asked her. "Your plan failing? I know you worked with him, worked with Ron…" In her world, Kim looked out and saw enemies, only enemies. Everyone was an enemy, they would chase her forever, until she destroyed them, every one. Her mother, Shego, the Tweebs, everyone, they were all her enemies…only divided between those who openly attacked her and those who circled around, like hyenas. She dove forward, a triphammer fist driving for Shego's torso. Shego blocked and then screamed at the sharp crack! of her forearm, breaking. Some of the bones in Kim's forearm popped, but that pain troubled her no more than any other of this day. Nothing could stop her. Nobody could touch her. She was unbeatable, immortal, undefeatable.

Shego staggered back, and Kim bounced over to her and kicked out with ruthless force, smashing into her right leg…which snapped, like a bunch of dry twigs. Shego, crying out, went down on the wet ground, and before she could do anything, Kim was there, on her chest, hands wrapped around her throat.

"I'll kill you…I'll shut you all up." Kim hissed. "I'll win, you'll see, I'll win…" With terrifying force, her hands started to compress on Shego's throat. Shego felt her bones start to creak, she couldn't breath, she couldn't beat Kim off—her broken arm and her good arm alike ineffectually pushed at the smaller woman, and did nothing to relax the iron pressure on her throat. Now her vision was graying out, she couldn't see anything except for Kimmies' mad, staring eyes.

I'm…going to die here. Sorry Dr. D… maybe I should have…Her thoughts remained unsaid, as another form loomed up behind Kim. It was…Ron?

"KP…I'm sorry." Ron said, sobbing once as he dialed the stungun up to full and drove it down into the back of her neck. Kim spasmed, releasing Shego, who rolled away, hacking and choking as she inhaled some air.

Kim fell over on her side, her body trembling. For a moment, Ron was fearful that he'd killed her…but then she blinked slowly, and blinked again.

"Ron…" She asked, looking at his bloody nose and black eyes. She looked over at Shego, the green clad woman's eyes clinched in pain as she held her broken arm, one leg at an unnatural angle.

"Ron…" She said again, querulously. Ron looked and saw in her eyes…it was Kim. For now at least, she was back. "I…hurt you." She said, hopelessly, the water from the rain running down her cheeks. "I…hurt…"

"It's ok, KP." Ron said. Kneeling down beside her, he took her in his arms. There was no resistance, as he tried to avoid disturbing her broken arm. "It'll be ok…"

"No…" Kim said, brokenly, "It…I didn't…I….I…." And then she started crying, hopeless racking sobs, as Ron pulled her into his body.

That was the way the SWAT team found them, an injured supervillainness, Ron Stoppable…and a sobbing Kim Possible, huddled into him, eyes tightly closed, crying like a baby.

To be concluded...part B.