The three remaining Rogues sat on the sleek black jet. Each one annoyed with the other, easily awaiting the moment they can finally go their separate ways.
"Zis is taking too long. Vere could ve possibly be going?" Dementor couldn't grasp his patience any longer. "To the Grandmaster's lair. Don't ye listen? But the lad never said why." The Scotsman leaned over, right in his personal space. The door to the small room then slid open to the side, revealing the Mystic Monkey Lord.
"The cheerleader is coming. She knows everything and she's not stopping until she attempts to take down each of us." He spoke, leaning against the doorway. "Zen shouldn't ve be going to a place where she isn't going!" Dementor yelled with sarcasm.
"Ay for once I agree with tha Nazi. If the girl knows where we're headed, then why are we heading there?" Killigan questioned and stood up. Shockingly enough, they were both right. And Monkey Fist knew it. But was he going to let two mere imbeciles contradict him? Never.
"Clearly you two have never heard of a trap." Each of their earpieces began to rang. They knew who it was by the attitude and tone of sarcasm.
"Isn't she a little smart for such an open trap, Lad? After all the girl did just take down an entire horde of Global Justice suckers." Killigan replied. He hated skin as much as the others in the room, but couldn't help but grin at the fact the mayhem she caused with the Global Justice agents. "Horde of agents? What horde?" Monkey Fist then asked in interest.
"Turn on the television, Monty." The Grandmaster spoke again in their ears. Monkey Fist did as instructed, and took a couple steps to reach the wall mounted tv. The first thing they saw, were agents being carried away on stretchers into ambulances on an international news station. They all stared in awe as they saw one being treated for glass being stuck in his eye. Then another was on a stretcher, screaming with his leg bent in the wrong direction.
"Christ." Killigan said in shock.
"I-is that... from Kim Possible?" Dementor said, frozen in awe. Then, the tv shifted from live feed to a recording from a Global Justice Agent helmet cam. It revealed the first person view behind the carnage that occurred between the teenage cheerleader and the units.
The view of the agent was one of disaster. He saw nothing but mayhem and destruction. Watching with adrenaline as the red headed girl grabbed one of the agents' arms and spun it completely around. The Rogues' eyes bulged out at the sight of the man screaming in agony of his now distorted arm. The camera began to shake as it was clear the agent who owned the helmet cam was running at the girl.
It showed Kim quickly turn around in nothing but fury and began a brief exchange of close combat with the agent. Then, the camera cracked as the agents visor was punched clean into his face. His loud scream in pain made the Rogues jump. Blood flew all over the glass lens and covered it in dark crimson. The last thing the camera saw was his helmet being bashed into the girl's knee before it finally faded into black.
From there, Grandmaster manually turned off the television.
"My word.." Duff Killigan said in awe. "That's right. The mere teenager you have tried to end for years has finally hit her breaking point. And far beyond anything I have imagined." He replied back.
"Yes, yes it's all very shocking," Monkey Fist rolled his eyes, "but why is this such a big accomplishment? She's been in the vigilantism life for years now. She was bound to break at some point. It's just astonishing it was against someone who's on her side."
"You're missing the big picture, Monkey Fist. The girl loved so dearly by the entire world, is now not only declared a definite terrorist, but is finally number one on the Most Wanted List. We may have broken her faith in the world..." He stopped. And to everyone's surprise, the same door slid back open again. Monkey Fist turned around, and saw the Grandmaster himself.
"But the world has broken her spirit." He finished with a wide grin on his face. But everyone ignored his last comment. They just looked at his face for the first time in shock.
"You're a bit... younger, than I anticipated." Money Fist stared at him with interest. "We're all full of surprises, Monty. Come. We're about to land." He hand swayed to the passengers to follow him to the middle of the jet. The did as instructed, and joined him. As they walked passed one of the windows, Monkey Fist noticed they happened to be approaching a familiar place.
A small land island, occupied by nothing other than a gray and dark teal structure. That's when he realized, it was one of Drakken's old Lairs.
As the Grandmaster began to speak to his guests, Monkey Fist just toned it out. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, examining the Grandmaster. Something about him just rubbed Monty the wrong way. And he intended on finding out why.
Kim stood at the front of the massive door of Grandmaster's new lair. She had many memories of this place, considering it was one of Drakken's very first secret lairs. It was hard to imagine it had stood for so long. Definitely excluding the several instances where explosions had occurred here and there.
She was ready to knock the door down, but just stared at the entire structure with a faint grin. It was a nice feeling remembering all she had done here. Sure they memories of getting beat around or almost killed. But in current times, she wanted nothing more than to go back to times like that.
Finally shaking out of her daze, she brought her new enhanced Kimmunicator gauntlet up to her chin. "Activate." She said blankly, not even looking down at the small screen. It replied back with, "ACTIVE: LEG ENHANCEMENTS NOW AVAILABLE." It said in bold white letters. When she looked down, she instantly saw the indentions of the new shin and calf pieces begin to glow a bright blue, just like her battle-suit.
She felt the armor lock itself onto her leg, and inflate the gel layer on the inside. She loved the new feeling. She felt so light, so spry. So agile. She could hear the hydraulics of the leg pieces charge up and give her the brand new strength. She felt ready. Finally.
She brought one leg up, and immediately side-kicked her new armored foot into the door. The monstrous thirteen foot door came crashing down with a hard thud. When it impacted it made a loud echo inside the lair with a fresh dent in it.
"Wow." She said in brief awe. She took a quick glance behind her for assurance she wasn't being followed, then entered the lair.
Walking blindly in her arch foe's old lair was unnerving for the teen. She was almost certain there was a trap just waiting for her. But the thing was, she wouldn't know what to expect. When Drakken planted a trap, it was predictable and sloppy. She could even sense it a mile away. But this new take on the old lair... it made her uneasy. It felt cold, and harmful.
The atmosphere alone gave her the chills, yet it all looked the same. It was the mere presence of the ghost she was chasing. The criminal who claimed to hate her more than anybody on the planet. The scum who murdered an entire school just to break her spirit. The supposed Grandmaster.
The deeper she got into the lair, the harder she clenched her fists. Just the thought of his throat in her tight grasp ran adrenaline through her entire body. She then shook her head vigorously, to knock her out of the daze.
"No.. no c'mon Kim, you're better than that. You never think like that." She said to herself. This wasn't her. Itching to beat someone so aggressively had never once crossed her mind. Not even with Shego. But this was a whole new level. It was too satisfying of a feeling.
As she walked further into the lair, she was so far in she could no longer see the light from the outside door she had kicked in. The lights on in the structure were faint, playing second to the blue illuminating from her gauntlets and shin armor.
But as soon as she spotted a large staircase, all the lights flicked on with a loud swoosh.
Temporarily blinded, the girl placed the gauntlet in front of her squinted eyes.
"Well look who decided to visit." She heard an unrecognizable voice. She hadn't heard any bulletfire or died yet, so she knew he wanted to be heard. That he wanted her to engage in his talk. When her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she lowered her arm and looked ahead. At the end of the staircase, was a large doorway. It was clear the hallway it lead too was pitch dark, as she saw the silhouette of a tall and bulky figure standing with his arms behind his back.
She didn't answer him, she just stared at him. Her fire rising the longer they locked eyes.
She could feel the blood loss in her hands as her fists gripped tighter with each second that passed.
"Last I remembered, you were a lot more talkative." The sarcastic voice laughed.
Once again, she didn't answer. She just continued to stare with the fire in her eyes.
"I know that look. Well... are you gonna do it? Are you actually gonna kill me? Like you did all those people in Yamanouchi?" He grinned in attempt to get under her skin. She could vaguely see the outline of his smile and the small goatee he sported. Yet, she still didn't recognize him.
"I will do what I've always done... take you in by the book. But if it's a bloody beatdown... I'm way past contemplating that." She gritted her teeth as hard as she could.
"Tell me Kim.. how long do you think you'll last? Before you finally cross that line you're so desperately trying to avoid?"
"What is your obsession with me! Why haven't you just killed me like any other villain would have!" Kim finally yelled. Her annoyance peaked.
"Oh look at you.. the greatest hero our world has had in the last century... the great Kim Possible, yet you still don't see what's right in front of you." He laughed again. "I didn't need to kill you to finally set myself free. Oh no. The only thing better than killing a hero—
"Is watching her become the criminal.." Kim finished the sentence, trying her hardest not to look bothered by his words. "I-it doesn't matter... I'm taking you in! Regardless of any hatred I have for you! I won't give you the satisfaction of ruining who I am!" Kim cooled her thoughts and focused on him.
"I believe that little scuffle with Global Justice has already proven me right." His face held a permanent smirk.
Kim was about to speak, but she knew if she did she was going to go into a fit of rage. She didn't want this lowlife bastard to see her so flustered. She took a calming breath, then looked back up at him.
"Who are you." She finally said. "What in the hell did I do to you that made you hate me so much." She followed, as she grabbed her wrist. She had a feeling a fight was soon to break out, so she reactivated her gauntlets and leg armor slyly without him noticing.
A brief moment of silence filled the space between the two, before she noticed her finally began to step forward. She saw more and more of him as he stepped out of the dark hallway, showcasing his sleek red armor battle suit and black vest. The anticipation was starting to build as Kim was finally ready to see who was responsible for everything.
The time came when he finally revealed himself, as he stepped into the well lit room she was in. His face shown to be one of age, possibly in his late 20's or early 30's. Part of his left eyebrow was sliced down the middle where a scar had been. Long brown bangs covered his forehead with a chin goatee to match.
Kim gasped loudly, as she finally saw his brown eyes. "No..." She said in disbelief as she took a step back. "It can't be... y-you're dead..." Fear began to flood her entire body.
"Go ahead Kimmie... say it. Say my name." He smirked brightly as he made his way down the stairs. Each step he took toward her, she took one backwards.
"Say it." He said in a darker tone, as he finally reached the ground floor. Her lip quivered with terror, seeing the last person she would have ever guessed. And he was staining right in front of her.
"Eric."