A\N HI! UPDATE! OK, here's the deal. This chapter was going to be much, MUCH longer, however due to the fact that last update was a month ago(already) i decided to break it apart and post what o wrote already. Considering i have it all planned and thought over, next chapter should be out THIS MONTH (November i mean) so 2-3 weeks tops… i hope. Anyway, thanks for tolerating this update rate. Oh, and one more thing. About deviantart (yes i know you tired of reading about it) considering i added couple more fan arts (this time not as bad as previous ones) i decided to just leave a link to my DA page in the Bio instead of full link to pics. I guess that is all i wanted to say.

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Chapter 13

Crossway - part 1

Well sharped machete axed its way through thick jungle vines. Road has ended a mile ago, the only pathway was soon buried in fauna as well. Betty Director wasn't afraid of some walking, however there is a difference between a stroll in a park and going through a thicket in the heat while cursing any insect around and hoping not to step on a venomous snake. But job was a job, no matter how much you regretted of talking it at the moment.

Her ears caught a sound of something rustling through the bushes. Making it appear as she didn't noticed it, her machete made another strike at the plant life, while she herself was ready to use countermeasures to whatever was lurking there. With a short desperate shout, a person launched from his hideout and attempted to attack her with a stick in his hand. Betty grabbed his wrist and twisted it, disarming him. While he was staggered by this, she pushed him to the tree and move machete to his neck.

"No me hagas daño por favor!" a young skinny Peruvian man mouthed in distressed, trembling in fear.

"Speak English?" Betty asked, still firmly holding a sharp weapon at his throat.

"Yes, yes i speak!" he said with an accent. "Don't hurt me, please."

"Why did you attack me?"

"I didn't see you were normal human, i swear."

"Normal human?" she pulled the blade away from his neck and made a step back, still pointing it at his chest to make sure he won't pull anything stupid on her. "Explain."

"You will not believe me." he shook his head, not knowing who he is fearing more now: them or her.

"Just speak!"

"I am, was, a guide for an archeology group. There's a site nearby. They found underground tomb weeks ago and was studying them since then. There was that urn the found in there yesterday. One of the archeologists dropped it. It broke. He and the ones near him began to growl and attack everyone nearby, biting them. The ones who got bit started to scream and attack others as well. I ran away to the jungle. I hide here since then. Vehicles are in the camp at the site, without them i can't go back to the village."

"I see." she nodded. "I'm looking for a small wooden figurine of young woman. Reports said it was found here three weeks ago, but kept at the site."

"Y-yes, it was the first thing they found, it was kept in a tent as a good luck charm."

His story was actually believable for her, since one of her hunters previously seen this situation before. Someone broke the same sealed urn at the house of a rich collector. The whole mansion was crawling with mindless raging monster that lost all remains of human mind. Their bodies were decaying fast as well, but still moving faster them any normal person, what, combined with feral instincts, made them rather dangerous force. Those urns contained an ancient heart and entrails. One of the tribe at the time of old believed that they can jail demons by having one of their own sacrificed and lock specific parts of them in the urn. Apparently this method, however crazy it sounded, was working.

"Alright." she sheathed machete on her side. "Here's a plan. We're going in, you show me where the figurine is, I grab it and we leave this god forsaken place, hopefully on car. I guess you know the route."

"No, I am not going there!" his said in fear.

"What's your name?"

"Lucas." he answered.

"Listen Lucas. I can deliver both of us to the vehicle, alive and well. However, first i need to do my job, and it is getting the figurine."

"That is insane!"

"You have two options here: one, you are going with me and live, and two, you are staying here and become someone's dinner. So, are you in or not?"

Lucas nodded, while shaking uncontrollably.

"Good." Betty pulled out her trusty semi-automatic Beretta 92FS pistol. "How many people were at the site?"

"Four archeologists, f-five assistants, and three general laborers."

"Twelve total." she checked gun's clip and shoved it back. "Should be enough."

"Are you going to kill them?"

"Trust me, humans they once were are already dead. I'll just put what little shell of them left to the rest. Now, take the stick you dropped and follow me. First stop: main tent."

Following Lucas's directions, they soon were at the edge of an architect site. Several bodies dragged their feet aimlessly, with low cracking growl. Hiding behind small, but big-wheeled 4x4, Betty made a quick look from the side, to estimate the situation. There were two females and four males of what used to be human beings in a plain sight. She knew that as soon as first shot will be made, all of them will run towards the loud noise, including ones that are hidden from the view.

"Stay close." She whispered to shivering peruvian young man.

After taking a deep breath, Betty aimed a gun towards nearest targets and, with fast pulls on a trigger, put a bullet in two walking corpses. As she predicted, rest of them instantly turned their attention to her. Huntress stepped from the car and fired at them. Even with one healthy eye her aim was impeccable. Four others dropped fully dead, as well as three more that jumped from the thicket. Worrying silence was lingering in the air. Betty stepped forward, being on the alert. Out of the tent to her left, knocking it down, a body of an elder man launched at her with boney hands ready to grab any living fleshing sight. Before he was even remotely close, a foreign metal object flew into his skull, making him drop to the ground like a sack. A chilling growled echoed from the underground ruins. Another of those monsters ran from it on all fourth. It pranced side to side, making it harder to take a precise shot. Betty was waiting for a perfect chance, while poor young man behind her whimpered from fear with each hop dead man did towards them. A loud bang from a gun made him jump on the spot as monster drop absolutely dead.

'One more left.' she checked in her head.

Loud yelp accompanied by low roar made her turn around. The last monster was chewing on a stick the guy was currently guarding with.

"Duck!" Betty commended him.

The guy pushed that stick forward with along with attacker and crouched. A loud shot launched a bullet above his head right into the waling corpse's one. Seeing the last one of those lying motionless before him, unlucky guy stood from the ground and turned around only to be met with a gun pointed right at his face.

"Were you bitten?" he asked coldly.

"N-n-no, no i wasn't!" somehow he was afraid of her more than of those things moments before.

"Let's see…" she inspected his arms and neck with eyes, not noticing any signs of injury and lowered her gun, still holding it in hand. "Alright, tell me, where did it all started?"

"D-down there." he pointed at the entrance into underground ruins. "He dropped the urn inside, trying to move it to the camp."

"Go find a figurine, i'll manage a ride."

"Yes mam."

As he disappeared inside a big tent, rustling though an unorganized mess that, currently dead, archeologists called system, Betty got herself preoccupied with canisters of gas she found near 4x4. She poured one of them down the ancient slope that was leading into ruins. She sparked a match and dropped it in there, setting the entrance, and eventually insides on fire.

"What happened?" Lucas was out of the tent again, holding white wooden figurine in his hand.

"I made sure that no one's turn into those things in this area." she sat in the diver seat of 4x4 and started the engine. "You have the thing?"

"Yes, here." he sat at the passenger seat and gave her the item.

"Good."

Her foot hit the gas pedal, taking them away from the ruined site. The path was narrow, but a rather compact 4x4 was fitting just right. Occasionally some branches were blocking the way, Lucas told to just ram them, and she did. The car went through them easily, and soon, after another leafy semi-obstacle, they entered a proper road. Instead of driving straight to the village, Betty turned the car the other way.

"Uh miss, we are going the wrong way." Lucas pointed up.

"I know, i need something to pick up, it will take a minute."

She drove to the point where road has ended and left the car, saying to the passenger to stay put. There, leaning against a tree, stood a shiny dirt bike that she rented this morning. She opened a side bag on it and pulled out a phone, a notepad and a pen. Betty leaned her buttocks on bike's seat and dialed her most trustworthy, though sometimes irritating, agent.

"Du, i need info on location and contacts of a nearest witch person in the area ASAP. And air ticket to Middleton… I don't care that it will be a transfer flight."

Mere seconds after she ended the call a message came in with name, place of living and contact number of a person. Needless to say Du knew how to do his job well. She wrote it down to the notepad and tear off a page.

"Do you know where it is?" she walked back to the car and showed it to Lucas through open window.

"Yes, i do." he nodded.

"Can you get there on this car?"

"Yes."

"How soon"

"This evening, i guess, but why…"

"Listen here. You can just drove home, and wait until police start to knocking on your door and asking questions why the whole group of people you were associating with has bullets in their heads. And trust me, if you start blabbering about what actually happen the either though you in a crazy house or a jail. Or, you can drive straight to that address, tell everything that actually happen to the person that lives here, and be assured that your lives will be back at normal route soon. Got it?"

"Yes mam." he was shaking.

"Good."

"I, uhm… Thank you for saving my life." Lucas blabbered, peering out the car window.

"Just doing my job." she muttered while mounting rented dirt bike and, with a roar of its engine, drove away towards the village.

With a ring of a bell, hundreds of students filled the hallway, moving slowly to the exit. However some of the students weren't so eager to go home. It was an important day for the school, the football game between Middleton High and Lowerton High will be held in the evening. And at the center of planning and organizing every little detail in preparation of that game stood Kim Possible. There was a lot to do before rival's arrival.

"Hope, go gather girls and start warming up, if i won't be there in twenty minutes start routine without me." she said, holding up a list in her hand.

"Ok Kim." Hope sent a mass text to the squad and went down the hallway.

"Alright… i got to check this, this and this." she checked up the list. "Better check the stadium again and guest team changing room."

With a corner of her eye she noticed her blond housemate with Bonnie at his side, as usual.

"Hey Ron, wait up!" she approached him, ignoring his friend, who just rolled her eyes. "Will you come to watch a game today? I can get good sits near Mom and Dad for you."

"Nah Kim, i'm good."

"Come on, it will be fun."

"He said no." Bonnie snapped ant her.

"I didn't asked you, i asked him." Kim said, trying to keep calm on the outside.

"And you got his answer, back off Possible."

"Kim!" a girl walked to her. "We need your help with commentator booth, we can't find microphone."

"I'll see what i can do." Kim answered and turned her look back to Ron. "You sure about it."

"Positive." he nodded.

"Fine." she sighed. "See you home."

Kim walked away, throwing a quick malicious look at Bonnie, short enough for Ron not noticing it, and getting the same one back from Bonnie.

"The nerve she has…"

"That was unnecessary Bonnie." Ron cut her off. "She doesn't know about, well, that."

"Oh yeah, right." Bonnie let out a short awkward laugh. "Sorry, didn't think about it."

"It's ok, you can just apologize to her later or something."

"Not gonna happen." Bonnie said straightly and went to the library.

"What… ow come on!"

Ron followed her, looking a bit distressed by this. No matter how hard his brain cells worked on it, he couldn't understand why this conflict between Kim and Bonnie is even exist, and how can this girls be so stubborn. Maybe he could think something to make them friends; though even in his wide imagination he pretty much put possibility of friendship between those two at this point of time under Questionable category.

Mr. Rockwaller, meanwhile, was doing the most tedious, repetitive, and downright boring part of his job – paperwork. A lot of them needed only a change of written date and a new signature, with content staying the same month to month. Others however were more complex than that. Arrival of new books, each title of them should be required to get a specific code and added into the database, disposal of more timeworn ones, either relocation or downright utilization. Plus paperwork on library's employees and other expenses, and the list goes on.

Ryan, tired of the monotonous papers, put away his glasses and closed his eyes, arching his neck back, moving head slightly side to side, stretching sore muscles. However he was pulled from this moment of relaxation by a knock at his office's door.

"Yes, come in." he straightened up, sitting behind his desk, and put his glasses back on.

Betty walked in the room, with her usual calm and collected way, holding a small carbon box in her right hand. She put it on the desk and opened, showing three white wooden figurines lying inside.

"Mission complete." she stated, standing in front of him with her hands folded on her chest.

"This is incredible." he stood from his chair and moved figurines out of the box, placing them in straight line. "I can feel magical energy from them; these are definitely genuine article."

"Good to hear. So, what about my payment?" Betty commented, still amused by almost childish delight this adult man generate when coming across stuff like this.

"Ah, yes, of course." Ryan hunched over the keyboard and transferred a sum of money to Betty's account.

Betty pulled out her phone, who already chimed a tune, signaling an alert from her account. As she checked it, her eye rounded with a pleasant surprise.

"That is some bonus." she whistled.

"You managed to find three items that stayed hidden for centuries, nonetheless in a month. I hope the payment reflected my gratitude."

"It did." Betty put the phone away. "I'd like to stay and talk, but i have other urgent thing to see."

"It's been a pleasure to work with you." Ryan said in a very polite manner.

"Likewise, call if you have a job for me again." Betty waved her hand nonchalantly and walked out the office, closing door behind her.

Ryan locked the door from inside. Last thing he needed was to someone barge in and saw him casting spells. He walked back to the figurines and put his palm above them.

"Seal break!" he casted and swiped his arm to the side.

"Huh. Should've known it won't be so simple." he said, putting a jacket on the back of a chair, and rolling sleeves of his shirt up. "Seal schemata, open before me!"

Another flash of light followed and tens of different symbols appeared around figurines, floating in the air. Some war letters, others were looking more like sigils.

"Layers dissection, arrange pattern." symbols moved to a different positions, making them as a whole look less chaotic. Using his hands, he moved several of them together, while getting couple others to the side. "Route break." gathered ones shattered and disappeared, immediately Ryan made another combination with the symbols he put aside plus some of the new that appeared. "Route break."

He repeated the process for ten minutes, with each time pattern became more difficult, however not a big challenge for him. Ryan studied the work and history of the witch that created that seal. According to one old legend, during Salem trials times, there was a powerful witch that fell in love in a simple man. It was mutual. They were happy together, but fear of being discovered by angry people and burned on the stake grew larger in each passing day. They wanted to find a way for her to be a normal human being, so she created a powerful magic item. To make it she summoned three Fates from tales of far and old, some call them Fates, some call them Moirai, they had many names, but one thing was absolute, they had control over past, present and future of any person they would chose. Good thing that such powerful beings decided to not mess with human lives, after a series of particular events they got dragged in at one point. However this time they made an exception and bestowed upon witch three gifts, in form of figurines which held a small portion of their powers. With them she created the item to solve a problem. An item should be able to erase any memory of supernatural from past to future, meaning if they witness anything of magic sort in their life, it would be forgotten the next night.

However it backfired. This item was meant to be used twice, once by him, and once by her. Her man was first to use it, and lost all memories of magic existence the next day, including every memory and feelings to the witch he had before. No matter how much she tried to remind him of her, he forgot everything again by each passing night. Devastated by this loss, instead of using it on herself, she sealed the item, breaking it apart to the form of three figurines and scattered them through two continents. Legends say that she kept looking after the man from the shadows, guarding him and his family from misfortunes of different sort.

Ryan found this legend several years ago. It was too well documented, including some pages of witch's personal diary, describing her later years. This made him to believe that it might be true, and it turned up to be one.

"Route break. Breakthrough!"

The last pack of symbols dispersed in the air, as figurines moved to each other like magnets. They were changing both color and shape, until transforming into a single, solid, shiny light purple sphere, with size easily fitting into a person's palm.

"I did it! Morgana's tear!" he said and took it into his hand. "It's time."