Drakken threw a punch at Ron but was evaded by a dash from the blue flaming teen. As he dashed, he pivoted around on his left foot and threw an elbow at the monster's temple. Barely flinching, he grabbed Ron's flying arm and flung him into the snow next to him. "You may have been able to foil me in the past, Stoppable. But this is an entirely new ballgame. I have the advantage here!" Drakken smiled, seeing his foe buried in a face full of snow.
"Okay, this isn't the eighties, nobody says foil when referring to destroying a plan." Ron rolled his eyes, as he hopped back to his feet.
"You're starting to be as annoying as that mouthy girlfriend of yours." Drakken said in an irritated tone.
Ron dashed back at the monster, attempting to tackle him to the ground. "Nuh uh uh." Drakken retorted, and grabbed the arms of the boy, holding them behind his back.
"Say uncle!" Drakken yelled, hoping to get an easy victory from Ron. "No! NEVER!" Ron yelled back, trying to break free. "Say uncle! Say it!" Drakken repeated. "Never! RAUGH!" Ron screamed, as he slammed his head backwards, hitting the blue monster straight in the nose. Drakken quickly let go of the teen, and grabbed his nose with a squeal of pain.
"That's not fair! I had you!" Drakken whined, and readjusted his nose to make sure it wasn't broken. Ron just shrugged his shoulders, no idea how to react to the childish situation. But while he was focused on his own confusion, a left hook knocked him square in the mouth. He spun to the side, and hit the ground once again. "Ooo. That really looked like it hurt." Drakken smirked, picking Ron up by the collar of his torn shirt.
Ron quickly turned, and elbowed down on Drakken's forearm, digging straight into his muscle. Drakken screamed in pain, still having a tight grip on the boy. Noticing Drakken wasn't going to let go anytime soon, Ron brought his elbow up, and drilled it into him several more times. He finally did it one last time, eventually causing Drakken to let go. As Drakken went to grab his arm, he felt something wrong. Like something wasn't right.
When he reached for his arm, he couldn't feel his hands grab his own forearm. "What?" He said in shock, grabbing it more aggressively. When he tried to stretch it out, that's when he realized he couldn't even move his forearm. "What—NO!" He yelled in anger.
"It's a little technique I learned during my days in Yamanouchi. Oh don't worry, it's only temporary." Ron said cockily, checking his fingernails with satisfaction. "No worries." Drakken gritted his teeth, and swung his other arm at Ron. Ron easily stopped the slow beast, and spin-kicked him square in the face. Drakken dropped to the ground, not even able to catch his own fall.
"Look who's the big dog now be-otch!" Ron bragged, doing a ridiculous crane kick in the air.
"ENOUGH!" Drakken finally yelled in full fledged anger, and grabbed Ron's ankle. He then quickly rolled over to his back, slamming Ron down on his face. "I will NOT be berated by an annoying teenager! Especially YOU, Stoppable!" Drakken stood back up and grabbed a handful of Ron's hair. He held his head up by its strands with his weak grip, and punched him in the face with the arm he had full power with. He then punched him again. And again.
Ron's face was already covered in scrapes and cuts, now adding his own blood to the list. "God I've wanted to do this for too long. It feels so good to win again!" Drakken cheered like a school girl, filled with total joy. Ron's hair was still in his grasp, feeling his head get yanked every time Drakken jumped up and down.
Drakken looked back down at Ron, once again smiling with his sharp teeth. "You know it's such a shame to see you two kiddos oh so beaten. How does it feel... to be on the other end of failure?" His gross breath heavily nauseating Ron. Ron's only answer, was spitting blood back in Drakken's face. Drakken's face quickly shifted to disgust, then back to anger. He then slammed Ron's face back into the snowy pavement.
"Now THAT was just rude!" He said, wiping the disgusting mix of saliva and blood off the bottom of his eye. He saw Ron lay in the snow, but his blue flames were getting weaker. They became so faint, they finally vanished. All that was left, was a 19 year old boy laying in the cold snow in his torn up mission gear.
"I believe it's time I finish this for good." Drakken smiled, and stomped back over to the defeated teenager. Beginning to get the feeling back in his right arm, he made a fist three times, making sure it was strong enough to hold a grip. Once he was satisfied with his reappearing strength, he reached down to Ron.
He then grabbed both of his arms, and pulled them back to hold him up on his knees. He then placed his foot on the spine of the boy, while securing a tight grip on both of his arms.
"Its a shame, Stoppable. There was a time I was finally happy with being a good guy. I actually believed I could do good for this world. I was finally beginning to understand my purpose for this life. And maybe one day... be allies with Team Possible." Drakken smiles, only seconds away from breaking the boy's spine and arms at once. But, he listened to what he had just said. He started to feel different. And Ron noticed it too.
The blue behemoth stared straight ahead, grasping on to what he just said. "T-that's right... you remember it all... the j-joy you had.." Ron took advantage of Drakken's lost mind, trying to further his thoughts.
"I... I-I was happy then— NO! You're happy now! Kill Stoppable, then Possible next!" He shook his head vigorously, trying to square his mind back to the task at hand.
"But you're not! Look at you! You're playing second place to your old sidekick! How does that make you feel?" Ron felt the crushing weight of Drakken pulling his arms back and pushing on his back.
"SILENCE!" Drakken yelled, troubled in his own mind as he pressed more force on Ron. He heard Ron groan in agony, not far from breaking clean through his cracking spine.
"I-if killing me is what really makes you happy.. then d-do it!" Ron spoke. It was all he could say, due to the sharp, digging pain he felt in his entire back. Feeling no difference in the pressure of his back, he finally began to think those were going to be his last words.
He couldn't take the pain anymore, he finally screamed in agony, almost certain he was about to die.
His head filled with thoughts. Most of them were memories of the greatest parts of his life.
He remembered seeing Hanna walk for the first time on her own.
He would see the last Christmas he had. He was sitting around the living room of his house, his family and Kim's both present. They'd exchange gifts and tell stories from Christmas's long, long ago. And sitting next to him, was Kim.
The lovely, Kimberly Ann Possible.
All of the memories in his head were wiped, except for the red head he loved so much. She was the only thing in his mind.
Now all that was in his head, were quick flashes of all the memories he and Kim had shared with each other. From their first day of Pre-K, to their final kiss when he finally told her that he loved her. That was the one, that burnt the longest in his mind.
A small streak of tears ran down his cheek as he screamed, thinking of nothing but his gorgeous love.
Thank you for everything, Kim. Now do what you were born to do, and save the world.
I love you.
"Shego.. T-this isn't you. That twisted spirit is messing with you m-mind. You're better than this!" Kim attempted to protest, lying on the snow in her own blood.
"Oh but it is, Princess. I've played this nice game for too long. It didn't work out for me way back then, and it wasn't going to work even now. This has always been my true purpose." Shego retorted, igniting a green flame in her palm in satisfaction. "I don't believe that.." Kim said softly, finally trying to pick herself off the ground. The demon woman felt impressed seeing the teen get back to her own two feet. Considering all the damage she had taken.
"I never mattered to this world, Kimmie. When will you see that? I've spent my entire life trying to find my calling, and I've finally found it." The woman sassed back. Even she had lost her interest in her winning situation, growing annoyed with Kim's rambling.
"To the world we live in now, you've always mattered!" Kim stopped, and finally stood up painfully. She held her hand on her opposite hip, hoping the pain would go away. Even standing up, she was beginning to stumble. "You may think this is you, but deep down you know it's not. Not even you would want to see innocents slaughtered liked animals—
"My entire life I had been treated like shit! From anybody! Cast aside even when I needed someone most!" She finally got angry, and yelled—cutting Kim off. "All the respect I had was as a villain! And that's what I'll always be. A villain! And I lost it all when I tried fighting the good fight! So tell me Kim— tell me what it's like to know how it feels to LOSE ALL THAT!" She screamed to the top of her corrupted lungs, dashing back at Kim.
With all the energy she had, she rolled to the side in evasion of her attack. Shego's fiery punch plowed straight through the wall of a thrift store, throwing half of the brick and cement into the street. When she pulled her fist out in anger, the rest of the wall came with it.
You're starting to get to her, Kim. Keep using that. The teenager thought to herself.
"And if there's one thing I know about you, Shego.." She stopped, while evading a ball of flaming plasma. Noticing how angry she was making the demon, she saw it was beginning to cloud her fight, and Kim was going to use that to her advantage. She jumped up, and spin-kicked her straight in the jaw. She spun to the side and became blind with dizziness for a brief moment. She then punched her once in the gut, then added another kick to her ribs.
"It's that you're missing the one thing you wanted more than world domination." She stopped again, and scissor-kicked the demon in the throat.
"Money."
She then punched her in the face as many times as she could, before her body gave out. The demon—left in a daze— fell silent. Her eyes wide open, finally listening to what the teen hero had to say. That single word alone, broadened her entire view.
"I.." She tried to speak, but was holding back.
Kim saw the broken look in her eye. She knew something was wrong, and damn was that a good thing.
"That's right Shego.. I know you're still in there somewhere.." Kim said softly, inches from the brink of collapse.
"K-Kimmie..." She finally heard her say. She slowly looked down at her hands, glowing with green plasma she was going to use to incinerate the teen. That's when she noticed her own hands were shaking. Looking back at Kim, her hands extinguished.
"Kim.. I-I don—
NO! YOU'RE MINE! DO AS I SAY, AND KILL HER!" She began to speak, but the Reaver's voice interrupted hers and took over her body once again.
"Fight it Shego! This is your body! Not his!" The red head yelled, still keeping her distance.
She watched the eyes flicker back and forth from the Reaver's blazing yellow eyes, to Shego's gorgeous emerald eyes.
"I WILL FEAST ON YOU WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH THIS PLANET!" She yelled again. She then grabbed her head, and dropped to her knees. A loud, ear piercing scream escaped her lungs, as Kim had to cover her own ears.
"NO!" The loud screamed stopped, as Shego finally protested. Her eyes shot back open, finally revealing her green iris's. Her face flushed with anger, getting her human teeth for the first time in days.
"Yes! Cmon Shego! You can do it!" Kim cheered, still holding her pained side.
"P-princess... this isn't going to last long, so I need you to listen fast." Shego's pained voice spoke, clearly showing she was struggling to keep herself human.
Kim's eyes opened wide, shocked she was finally hearing Shego speak for the first time in days.
"I can feel him digging into my thoughts, my everything! Kim, he's not going to spare a-anything on earth! I-I need you to—AHHH!" She yelled in pain, still feeling the Reaver attempt to regain her body.
Kim quickly dropped to one knee, to be even with her ex-rival. "I'm here Shego! But I can't do anything, unless you stay strong enough to free yourself!" Kim gave her some harsh love, yelling at her to keep fighting.
"Kim, y-you have to kill me."