Kim heavily hyperventilated with an astounded look on her face. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. This was the actual Staff of Anubis in her hands. But how? Wasn't it supposed to be a myth? Even the Reaver shared her same expression.
"Oh... O-oh my god." She said while she stared at the golden staff wide eyed. "No! This CAN'T BE!" She heard the demon entity scream with rage. When she looked back over at him, he was holding the spot where his arm used to be, but it was different from when she cut his leg off before. This time, the arm wasn't growing back. He couldn't regenerate. What was going on? That's when Kim realized, she cut his leg off with her weapon. And his arm, with the ancient relic that was supposed the only way to kill the Reaver for good.
But I thought it wasn't real? And yet here it is, spawning directly in my hand. She critically thought to herself. But as she stared at it, she had a brief mental flashback of her nightmare with Ron. The older Ron.
"They who can wield the staff are destined for power. Witt the mind and soul of a savior, the wielder can change the form of the staff to any weapon of their choosing. That power alone, can destroy the Reaver."
She stared straight at the agonized Reaver, rerunning the sentence in her head over and over again. She finally looked back at the blade, realizing the rare power she possessed. Then, a grin slowly started to crawl across her face. It was a mix of emotions. The fact that she was one of the rare few chosen by the staff to wield it, and her seething rage retaking her body as she finally knew she had the ultimate advantage. It wasn't just a smile, it was a terrifying smirk. Even the Reaver looked at her with terror as he began to finally stand up.
"You're in my world now, you evil piece of shit."
As Drakken continued to torture the poor teenager, he knew he was only seconds away from crushing the boy's spine. It was a miracle he hasn't given in by now. He thought it had to be the bravery he held so tightly. And of course, his Mystic abilities that Drakken always found so odd.
The scream of his foe still rang in his ears as he pulled harder and harder on the boy's arms with more strength each second that passed. But there was one difference from before. He felt strange. A lot stranger than he did before he attempted to murder Stoppable. He felt almost as if this felt wrong, which was odd due to the fact he had just helped the minions take dozens of lives only hours before. Was it Ron's words that began to cloud his mind?
"That's right. Remember all the joy you had. Being the good guy."
The ex-evil doctor stared directly ahead as his head echoed the same sentence in his head. Was it true? Was it happier when he wasn't in power and stood up for the little people?
Ron began to notice the force he felt on his back was decreasing. He had almost no feeling in his arms, but he was relieved it was better than having no arms by now. The brute strength on his body was beginning to drop slowly, causing him to open his eyes in confusion. He shook vigorously as he turned his head to look at Drakken. Eventually, the grip on his arms was gone—dropping him to the ground on his hands and knees.
He finally looked up at the monstrous doctor, and saw him staring straight ahead.
"D-Drakken..?" The teen questioned, his words weak. When he looked closely, he noticed a single tear roll down his left cheek. What is he thinking about? Ron thought to himself, seeing the blue beast stare without blinking. But while Ron was staring into the whites of Drakken's eyes, he saw a brief reflection. A reflection of what he was staring at.
Ron quickly turned his head to catch the monster's gaze. When he looked off into the distance he saw the love of his life, getting the tar beat out of her. His eyes grew twice in size, as his jaw dropped. He watched in terror, seeing the demon knee her in the stomach then smashed her into the ground.
"KP!" Ron screamed at the top of his lungs. He quickly tried to scurry to his feet, but slid as he tried to put weight on his legs. No only did he slide in the snow, but he didn't possess the energy to pick himself up. Drakken's attention turned to the boy, was he watched him struggle to move. Lying in the snow he tried to pick himself back up but stumbled over himself once again.
"Wait." He heard Drakken speak. He completely ignored the giant doctor, and tried to get up once again. Only to fail himself yet another time.
"Wait, Stoppable." Ron finally heard. Hearing his own name come from Drakken's mouth, made him freeze in place. The stern tone got the attention of the teen, causing him to turn back to look at him with an angry yet exhausted expression. Is... is he back..? Ron thought as they made eye contact.
"Somethings different about the girl." Drakken rubbed the bottom of his chin as he narrowed his eyes. "Y-Your tricks aren't gonna stop me. I have to s-save her!" He said weakly, finally beginning to rise back to his feet. That made him lose his patience. He took a couple steps to be behind the teenager, and picked him up harshly and looked him in the eye. "Something isn't right with your girlfriend, Stoppable." He said sternly, and forcefully turned him to look back at the girl.
To Ron's surprise, he watched Kim slowly rise to her feet. He could tell she was in pain by her movement. Never in his life had he seen her so beaten. It broke his heart. She shook like a rabid animal as she stood tall once again, challenging the demon head on.
"Let go of me! He's gonna kill her! STOP!" He tried squirming out of Drakken's grasp. "LOOK CLOSELY AT HER!" He finally yelled, now angry of the boy's attention. Ron stopped trying to break from from his grip, and looked ahead. He did as told, and stared hard at Kim. The last time he stared this hard at her, she had Christmas themed lingerie on. If that doesn't tell how hard he was staring, nothing will.
But then he noticed something. Her right fist, was glowing. Almost as if she was holding a golden glow stick. How did she not notice it? The weirdest part however, was her back. Nearly the entire back of the suit was torn open, revealing the large claw marks he had left on her. But the claw marks, were beginning to fade away with the same glowing light as her fist.
Within seconds, every visible scratch and cut on her body, had vanished. Her skin still covered in blood and cold sweat, but every wound was now gone. Drakken let go of Ron, as they both watched in awe. They saw the two lock in another clash of fists and blades, looking at the girl in disbelief.
"There is no logical way she is still fighting. She should have collapsed by now. Does she... always do that?" Drakken asked, watching as Kim sliced her forearm blades across the the demons stomach. They both saw her shoot a grapple hook from her wrist, and taking the demon down to the ground. "This is incredible.." Drakken commented again. And finally, a faint smile had made its way across Ron's cheeks.
"No... that's my girlfriend.." He said with a slight feeling of joy.
But when Kim took a few steps back, the two noticed her right hand glowing even brighter now. Almost as if... something was in it? As she ran, it looked like something was beginning to form in her palm. It was like the hilt of a weapon, but golden. She jumped in the air, and that's when they finally saw a golden sword had teleported into her hand, completely wiping out the blade she picked up off the ground.
They watched in awe, as the blade cut clean through the Reaver's shoulder.
"Holy shit." Both the teen and the newly reformed Drakken said simultaneously.
"You're in my world now, you evil piece of shit." Kim smirked, clenching on to the newly spawned god-killing weapon in her hand.
For the first time, Kim saw him with a defeated look on his face. It wasn't just terror, but it was a mix of emotions. "What's wrong.. I thought gods couldn't be exhausted." She snarkily spoke.
"Oh what does it matter, child. Look around you. I've won. I killed thousands—maybe millions of people worldwide. And on top of everything I've made you do in a single evening, I almost made you take your first kill on an innocent life. Not even you can save everyone. And I've finally broken you." His weakened face had a smile on it.
"And for the first time ever, you're about to take a life! Isn't that rich!" He began cackling—followed by rough coughing. "But there's one mistake you made about that." Kim didn't break her stance. "And what's that, brat?" He continued to laugh in her face.
She then grabbed him by the head, and yanked on it to look up at her. "This life isn't innocent." She said with an exhausted smile. She brought the powerful staff above her head with both hands. She then felt the power from within, change the form of the staff back into the sharp golden sword she had held before.
"Kim!" She then heard. It caught her attention, as she immediately recognized the voice. She looked over the Reaver's shoulder and saw both Ron and Drakken running towards her. "We're coming!" He yelled again. She saw how torn up he was, instantly changing her mood.
"Ron!" She shouted in shock and glee, realizing he was still alive. But while she was too focused on her favorite freckled blonde, a flaming red ball of plasma flew and hit her clean in the chest. She yelped in pain as it threw her back several feet as she slid on the ground. The Reaver has his arm extended, smoking from the shot he just fired from his hand. He weakly got back to his feet, despite missing one arm.
"I will wipe you all clean from existence!" He yelled, as he turned to face Ron and Drakken.
When he saw Drakken, he rolled his eyes with an annoyed look. "For gods sake.. how hard is it to get a loyal subject." He said angrily, and held his arm back out. He then fired a larger flaming ball than the one that hit Kim, throwing him back like it did to the teenager.
Once Ron was in reach, he quickly threw a right hook, smacking the demon right in the jaw. But to no avail, the Reaver barely flinched. "Ouch." He said blankly, his smile revealing his sharp teeth. Ron felt the hot skin burn through his gloves, but tried to ignore it. They weren't as sophisticated as Kim's electro-knuckles gloves, they were only fire retardant. But not even those can protect against cosmic energy like the Reaver was covered with.
While Ron was stunned by the demon's reaction, the demon kneed him in the face. "Pathetic excuses for warriors. You're the finest this planet has to offer?" The demon ranted, turning back to look at Kim. "The Staff of Anubis granted to a child... who's not even able to save the world by taking a single life."
"KP... don't listen to him. Don't let him dig in your head!" Ron said, as he and Drakken slowly arose to their feet. "Silence!" The one armed demon yelled. He jumped in the air, and spread his arm and legs out, repulsing a giant shockwave—knocking the two back to the ground. But as his attention went to the men, Kim took advantage of the moment. She ran up at him, and jumped high in the air for a flying kick to the head.
Only seconds before her foot impacted, the Reaver turned around to look at her. His body moved so fast, you could barely see the shift of his position. He grabbed her foot in midair, and slammed her back down on the road. He then tossed her into the side of the building next to him.
"I'm cleaning this world of you mere insects NOW!" His annoyance began to frustrate him. As he watched Kim Possible crawl from the ruble of the now destroyed wall, she was knelt down in the middle of the street. He then outstretched his hand, and started molding his fingers together.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." Ron covered his mouth with green cheeks, watching as the demon shifted his hand. He could hear the popping and crunch of his bones and insides of his hands as they bonded together into a bumpy cone shape. Then, a giant black bone shot out of the middle. It was filed down on the sides, and the tip was sharpened to a point.
This instantly threw out Ron's disgust, as he realized what was about to happen.
"THIS IS THE END OF YOU KIM POSSIBLE!" He screamed to the top of his lungs.
"KIM!" Ron yelled in fear, as he jumped back up to his feet.
The Reaver then dashed straight at the downed hero, as she looked up from the ground. No time to react, all she could see was a demon flying straight at her with a bony sword.
For Ron, it was as if the world itself had stopped. Weeks ago, he had planned on spending this very moment with her, hopefully by a fireplace or laying on the couch watching Rudolph or When Santa Claus Came to Town.
But never in a million years, would he picture spending his Christmas Eve fighting an ancient demon with the love of his life.
Right before his eyes, he saw Kim was only seconds away from never hugging or kissing or even talking to him, ever again.
"KP!" He screamed in terror, as he attempted to ran at the Reaver. The entire world slowed for the young hero, as he ran to his fullest extent. If he ran until his heart gave out, then maybe—just maybe he could make it. But no. It wasn't enough. The blade was only a foot and a half from the girl's chest, even causing Ron to doubt on making it in front of her in time. He planned on jumping in front of the blade, to save her life. If he was going to die, it was going to be by protecting the only girl he'd ever loved.
"No—RON!" Kim screamed, seeing him oh so close to jumping in front of her. And for one final instant, she got to see Ron's face as it was. And as she looked closely at it, she could see his eyes, looking back at her faintly. A small smile on his face as he was ready to end his life. For her.
That's when she saw the brief flashback. This was exactly what she had seen in her nightmare. This moment before her, was shot for shot when she saw Ron die. The large gaping hole in his chest, now finally making sense to the teen girl.
"NOOOOOOO!!" She screamed, as the world fell into slow motion.
She felt his body impact on hers, throwing them both further into the street. She felt the weight of his body smack into her, as they slid in the thick snow. The very instant the stopped skidding, she sat back up in terror.
"Ron—RON!" She continued to yell. This gave her a brief Deja vu as she crawled out from underneath him. She had a vision flash of the night they stopped the Yakuza, when he had thrown himself in front of her.
"No. Nonononono. Ron." She began to babble, holding back tears with all her power. "Ron say something damn it!" Her lip began to quiver. She filled his body over, to look at the front of him. Lord she was terrified to see the giant gaping gash in the front of his chest, but she had no other choice. But when he rolled over, something wasn't right.
"Ow.." He whined, as he grabbed his head where it hit the ground. His chest was abyss free. There was no blood, and no giant sword wound imbedded in his chest. Ron gasped in relief, as she quickly wrapped her arms around him. He was just as stunned as she was. Why was he okay?
"But if the blade didn't get me then who—
He froze. His gaze was now locked directly on a green skinned, black hair woman in front of him. She was on her knees facing away from them, as a giant bloody wound was freshly opened through her back.