Shego stepped through her portal, directly onto the grassy field. She stood still, putting her knuckles on her hips, as she began to look around. Drakken dropped down behind her, stopping and looking around curiously. On this side of the world, snow was still six months away. They were in Peru, near the sight of the destroyed temple. Not only were there ancient ruins, but there were also signs that a village used to rest here. She could tell by the old abandoned huts and dug-in homes.

"Ah... how I've missed this.." She breathes in deeply, a smile on her face and her arms stretched out. "Peru? Of all places, you pick Peru? Couldn't you have picked somewhere like Hawaii? Or I don't know—the Caribbean?" Drakken complained, as he looked at the boring and old landscape. "This is my birthplace... where I truly became a God." She ignored his comment, and began walking forward. She burnt black prints into the ground with each step she took.

The two walked toward the temple, and stopped right at it's collapsed base. "Would ya look at that, it's destroyed." Drakken said, scratching the top of its head. "You fool. It matters not." The Reaver barked at Drakken through Shego. "What I have to acquire, still awaits me." She then looked back at the destroyed ruins, and raised her arms even with her shoulders, palms facing the sky.

Her flaming body began to levitate, as she smiled evilly. Nearly twelve feet in the air, she stopped and stretched her arms out to aim at the ruins. A black fire burned deeply in the middle of the ruble, starting to spread. Putting her hands together for only an instant, she quickly separated them back to her sides. The black flames then spread faster than any disease, and then extinguished themselves. As the fires ran out, the stone remains were completely turned to ash, being blown to the side by the wind.

"I've come to like this new body of mine.." She smiled evilly, watching the ash blow away in success. Still hovering, she then looked around the base, hoping to find what she was looking for. "Ahh... finally." She stopped looking, after spotting a small staircase. She hovered back to the ground, right in front of the stairs. She began to step down, lighting the way by igniting her hand in green flames.

"Come. I will require your assistance." The ancient demon said, ordering her servant to follow her. He looked around one last time in disgust, then did as he was told. His heavy steps down the stairs nearly shook the secret tunnel, annoying Shego to no end. "What is this place?" He then asked.

"Those fools who discovered this chamber years ago didn't even make it far enough to find this secret path. The incompetent children who were here only days ago failed as well. Under these ground was where I made my ascent to godhood." She said, as she looked down and saw the last step coming up.

At the end of the vine-covered staircase was a stone tunnel that lead into a chamber, equivalent in size to the one Team Possible had raided only days before. But the inside was different. Where the large tomb was in the previous chamber, this one was missing. There was a massive unused fountain in the middle of the room, the water shining turquoise light on the ceiling above. "Yes... the fountain of the eternal sprint." She smirked with her sharp teeth, as she ran her fingers along the edge of the stone.

She stopped walking, and leaned in the fountain to look inside. "The waters still run as fresh as they did so long ago." She was overcame with joy, and leaned back out of it. "It's only missing one thing.." She stopped, then turned to look at the monstrous Drakken. Even he looked at her with fright, seeing her disturbing and sharp smile.

She quickly reached her claws up, and sliced Drakken along his massive bicep. He yelled in pain, as the drops of his now tainted blood spilt over the edge, falling into the waters. He hissed in pain, as he looked at his arm, grabbing it with his opposite hand. As he was focused on his fresh scars, Shego paid no attention to him. She was staring at the fountain with delight, watching the exotic waters react to his blood.

The waters began rushing around the sides, starting to seep its way into the cracks of the stones. "Finally.." She said with joy, clenching on to the side of the deep fountain and watching with delight.

"Soon, the world will fall to my feet. And I will reign over this wretched planet once again!"

December 22nd

15:00 hours

Unknown Safe House Location

Kim stood still, with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and a mug of hot coco in her hands, warming her entire body. She stared out the window, into the forest of... who knows where. The house they were in, was built on the edge of a cliff. She was looking out the window of the front of the house, just watching the cold snow fall nearly as fast as the waterfall ahead of her.

"How are you feeling?" The voice behind her startled her. She jumped slightly and turned around to see Ron standing there, holding a tray of warm foods. Her head was too full of questions of the last few days to say anything. She just stared at him with a blank face—baggy and exhausted eyes covering nearly a third of her face. The room she was in, was very cabin like. It was massive, with a fireplace, TVs, couches and a couple coffee tables.

"I could ask you the same thing." She finally spoke softly, slightly turning back to look at the window. "A few minor scratches, some burns and a fractured rib. But, nothing we haven't handled before, right?" Ron said with his usuals infectious smile. Kim didn't answer, she only continued to look out the window.

"How long was I out?" She questioned blankly, still avoid Ron's eyes with her own. "A day, maybe two." He briefly answers. He saw it got no reaction out of her.

Ron sighed, realizing he failed to cheer her up. He sat the tray down on the coffee table behind her, and walked up to her, standing right next to her. He did exactly as she did, staring out the window at the beautiful and white wonderland. "So.." He began to speak again.

"This must be some staff." He continued to get his girlfriend to say something. "I have no idea where to begin looking for it." Kim sighed with her eyes closed. "Which is kinda why.." Ron hesitated, and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Why what?" Kim turned to look at him, now growing suspicious. "Well... I Uh.. kind of found someone who can help.." He said again in the same squeamish tone. "Who?" She questioned again, this time with more attitude.

"Kim Possible. I never thought I'd be the person you'd turn to for help." She heard a familiar voice. The voice shocked her, instantly turning her around with wide eyes. That's where she saw the simian-esque man, standing in front of her with a burgundy robe around his person. His thick eyebrows and long ears filled her view, as she stared at the man.

"Oh you have got to be shitting me." She said in an annoyed tone, her red eyes now even darker.

"Language, child. I remember a time where the nastiest thing you said to me was no where near a curse word." Monkey Fist walked down the double steps, slowly inching towards the two.

"How are you even here? Last I saw of you, you were nothing but a new statue in Yono." She slightly smirked, but still feeling hollow. "Like you, I have no shortage of allies believe it or not. Little to say, my curse was brought to an end when I decided to stop chasing a pointless dream." He said, finally stopping in front of her.

"You gave up your 'destiny' of becoming the Mystic Monkey Master? I almost don't believe it." Kim sassed, followed by taking a sip of her coco. "The reason being—child—was the only way I was going to live and breathe again, I had to give up my selfish ways for the sidekick's power. Although, it does look like his buffoonery has not changed one bit." He explained him self, leaning in to glare at Ron during the last sentence.

"So for what reason did Ron dig you up? I'm still having a hard time thinking you could have any way of helping us." Kim sat her mug down, and crossed her arms. "Come, sit." He waved to them, signaling them to join him by sitting by the fire on the comfy furniture. Ron and Kim sat in the love seat across the table from Monkey Fist— Sorry, Monty Fiske.

"So Stoppable tells me there's an ancient artifact you're hunting. It wouldn't happen to be the Staff of Anubis, now would it?" He slightly grinned, and took a sip of his own coco. "How'd you guess?" Ron asked. "You forgot, archeology was my calling before the Mystic Monkey fiasco. Ancient artifacts and ruins sites were everything I lived for." He said, crossing his legs in a feminine style that made Ron and Kim both a bit uncomfortable.

"Does that mean you know where it's at?" Kim asked, beginning to get her hopes up, clearly expressing it on her face. "Not necessarily." Her face then dropped back down, followed by a pat on the back from Ron, who was looking just as serious as her. "You see child, the legend of the Staff of Anubis.. is still a legend. There's no real guarantee it even exists." He said sternly, itching behind his head with his crossed over leg—disgusting the two teens.

"There's got to be somewhere to look! It's the only weapon that can kill the Reaver! Surely it's in like, Cairo! Or somewhere in Egypt!" Ron stuttered, trying not to panic.

"There is not.. I'm sorry." He sighed deeply. Silence feel between the trio. Ron and Kim both shook vigorously. "Then we're gonna find it. With or without you." Ron finally said sternly, grabbing Kim's hand. "It's not that I don't want to help you, boy. It's the principle that it simply does not exist. Do you really think the Staff of a fictional god is real?" Fiske asked, starting to show irritation in his tone.

"I do." They both heard the redheaded teen speak. Both their attention went to Kim, as she stared directly at Monty Fiske. "I believe in it. It was the sole key to my last vision. And so far, most of them have been proven true. So if the one chance to save the world is based on an object that even has the slightest chance of existing, you bet your ass we're going to look for it." Kims tone shifted, now squeezing Ron's hand back.

The former monkey lord sighed, and stood up to face the fireplace. "Very well... do you what you must. But, I will not help you. You are welcome to hideout here as long as you like, but it's only a matter of time before this place is found and overrun too." He humbly offered one of his many homes. "And we appreciate the hospitality Monkey

Fis—.. Monty." Ron corrected himself, as he and Kim also stood up.

"We're Team Possible. We don't hide from anything when it comes to saving people. Wait... you said found and overrun... From what, exactly? Shego isn't going to hunt us down." Kim then turned around, and questioned the British lord. He looked back at her with confusion. They then saw the look on his face shift to a shocked expression.

"Neither of you have seen the current state of the world lately, have you." He said, and fixed his burgundy robe.

"No..?" Both the teens said, drawing it out.

Monty Fiske then grabbed the remote from the coffee table, and turned on the tv. Every channel he clicked though, was an emergency broadcast network. "That's never good.." Ron began to cower behind Kim.

"Damn." Fiske said, cursing the television. He then ran over to the massive bookcase, searching for an old history textbook. He climbed to the top row with his simian abilities, and took the book out of its slot.

"Tell me Possible... have you seen.. these?" He said, opening the book to a specific page, and show it to them. On the page, were creatures identical to the ones they found in Peru. Fear intensity ran up the spines of the teens, causing Kim to drop her mug onto the floor, shattering it and throwing hot coco everywhere.

"These are the stalkers of the apocalypse. They have been spotted all around the world, and their numbers have tripled since yesterday. I feared this day would come, but I'm afraid the end of the world is finally upon us."