The four unlikely allies had already entered the old lair, Drakken seeming to be the only one interested. The four walked through looking for Ron's beautiful redhead, with Shego lighting the way with her glowing green hands. "Ah, the memories we used to have here, Shego." Drakken reminisced as he smiled.

"Whatever floats your boat. Now you've let it turn into a real fixer-upper." Shego said blankly as usual, leading them further into the lair. Sure she remembered how to get around in this place, but even for her it was too dark to see anything. Everything the four saw, was outlined in bright green from Shego's illuminated hand.

"Yeah, like paying the electric bill for one." Ron sassed. Out of the whole group, he was the most nervous of them all. Not only being the squeamish teenager he is, but also the fact he's about to face someone who probably hates him more than anybody in this planet. After all, he was the one responsible for its demise.

"It's called a light switch." A German voice was then heard echoing through the lair. Dr. Director quickly whipped out her handgun, and held it in front of her as she heard the voice. Within seconds, all the lights then flicked on. Each of their eyes turned to see three unlikely people standing together.

Duff Killigan.

Professor Dementor.

Monkey Fist.

All standing together, smirking with satisfaction.

"Hands up, all of you. You're under arrest for conspiracy, and the terrorist attack on Yamanouchi Ninja School." Dr. Director then shouted, as she pointed her sidearm at the three Rogues. "We just spent eh week in hiding and blew up eh school, and ye think we be afraid of a little pistol?" Killigan laughed.

"Last chance." She said sternly, not even flinching a muscle.

"Nonsense! I am Professor Dementor! I surrender to no one!" The goofy german yelled, as he raise his fists in the air. Without hesitation, Dr. Director fired a bullet directly into his shoulder. He yelled in pain, as he dropped down to the ground and grabbed his shoulder with comical agony.

"The next one will be your head! Now all of you—to your knees and place your hands where I can see them!" She finally yelled. Her action shocked even Shego, seeing as one of her on again off again allies get shot in the shoulder.

"And why weren't we invited to your little hate club? Honestly! That's so insulting!" Drakken whined at the fact that he and Shego weren't asked to join their group. "Ugh, again with this." Shego rolled her eyes as she stood fight ready.

"Guns. How primitive." Monkey Fist rolled his eyes, as he unfolded his arms. Without any hesitation, he charged at the quartet. "Ahh! Shego!" Drakken yelled like a little girl, and dove out of the way, along with Dr. Director and Ron. Monkey Fist attempted to land with a fist pound on Shego, who stood in front of the other three. She blocked his slamming hands with her forearms, and ignited her fists in green plasma.

"Yes! That'a girl! Now kick his ass!" Drakken cheered, as he laid on the ground where he dove out of the way of harm. She and the simian fighter both held their stance, forcing their pressure on once another. Both staring into each other's eyes with determination, and annoyance. "Release, Shego. Do you really hope to stand a chance against me?" He grinned, as he put more pressure on the woman.

"I don't hope... I know." She said back with an angry frown, then front kicked him in the chest. He flew back several feet, with Shego looking back. "Go find the rotten little Princess. I'll hold off finger-feet over here." She gritted her teeth, then turned back to face her enemy who was already back on his feet.

Ron nodded, then scrambled back to his feet. He then looked briefly behind him as he faced the door to see what the others were doing, then continued to run off. As he began to petal off, he heard a loud sound echoing through the structure. It sounded like... pained screaming. Female pained screaming. And he knew that voice better than anyone. "KP!" He yelled fearfully, then started sprinting as hard as he could.

Dr. Director and Drakken were about to follow close behind, but they both heard a clacking sound. Drakken and Betty looked down at their feet, and saw a small goofball bounce then finally roll to a stop.

"Goofball?— MOVE!" Dr. Director yelled, then tackled Drakken out of the way. Within seconds, the goofball exploded, taking some of the closest wall with it. "Ye think ye can just get up and leave just like that?" Killigan laughed, as he was in motion to swatting another exploding goofball at the duo.

Dr. Director rolled behind some ruble of the wall, and leaned against it for cover with her handgun ready. Drakken, like the weak minded fool he is, crawled on his hands and knees to be right next to her. She looked over at him, with a face that said 'really?!'

"UMPH!" Eric exhaled painfully, as he was thrown into an old, worn, wooden desk. It shattered into a pile of wood blocks and splinters, topping on top of him.

Kim was beginning to exhaust all her energy. She couldn't keep up much longer. He was faster, tougher, stronger, and she knew it. Even with her technical enhancements she could barely keep up with him. Running out of options, she had to think fast. She started to look around and do what she did best. Think of an incredible plan at last second.

He slowly got up from the destroyed desk, and stood back to his feet. But somehow still, Kim couldn't wipe that devilish grin from his face. He hadn't even broken a sweat yet.

"You look exhausted, Kimmie. What's wrong? Can't keep up?" He started walked back over to her. She looked up at him, after bending over and putting her hands on her knees. She was huffing and puffing for air, with sweat covering her face.

But instead of charging back at her, in the blink of an eye he whipped up his wrist. He clenched his hand tightly into a fist, and fired small black cord from his glove piece. It flew straight at Kim, and wrapped around her neck. He yanked on the cord, causing it to tighten. She yelled in pain, as she felt the rough cord start to cut off her air.

She dropped to her knees as yanked harder on the cord and pulled her to him. His grin grew wider the harder he pulled on her. As she slid across the floor, she clenched tightly into the cord, her fingers being the only thing keeping her from suffocation. As soon as she was at his feet, he used his free hand and punched her hard across the face. Her head his the ground hard with a small trickle of blood running down the side of her mouth.

"It's a real shame you had to go like this, Kim. I always thought we'd be amazing lovers." He retorted, as he was only seconds away from yanking on the cord and completely cutting through her neck entirely. He wrapped the wire around his knuckles, about to finally finish her off.

But as soon as he was in the motion of pulling on the cord with all his strength, a bright blue bolt of an experimental laser blast fired clean through his shoulder. He screamed in pain, as he let go of the wire. He stumbled back a few feet, and held on tightly to his shoulder. Leaving Kim to finally gasp for air. It started to burn as it hit her dry, exhausted lungs.

When she looked up in confusion, she saw the love of her life, standing in the doorway with one of the new gauntlets on his wrist. He had it aimed right at Eric with smoke burning from it. He had on the experimental armored vest she had packed in her side bag. As for the side bag she had brought, he had it around his shoulder. She dropped it as soon as Eric attacked her.

"Booyah!" The boy cheered, as he said as he took a clean shot at Eric.

"R-Ron!" Kim continued to gasp for air, as she grabbed her throat. "KP!" He yelled back, as he ran to her side. He slid to one knee, and wrapped one arm around her. As he was in the process of helping her stand, he saw all she had endured. One of her gauntlets was sparking, she had a black eye and had a few marks of blood here and there.

"What did he do to you?" Ron the asked Sith fury. "W-worry about me later... wait, how'd you get here?" She cut herself off and asked. "Dr. Director is here. So are Drakken and Shego." He said as he helped her to her feet.

"Drakken and Shego?" She immediately repeated what he said, but in a more alarmed tone.

"Don't worry, they're here to help! Cmon, let's get you out of—

"God... this guy?" They then heard, and turned around. They saw Eric walked back to them, and damn did he look angry. It was the first time Ron could get a solid look at Eric. "Dude... sweet 'tee." Ron complimented Eric on his evil goatee. A familiar look instantly shot his way from Kim.

"You like it? Thought I'd try it out." Eric took the compliment comically, but continued to make his way toward them nonetheless. He was so fast and agile, he dashed at Ron before Ron could even attempt to move Kim out of harms way. When he was in range, he brought his elbow back and plowed his fist directly into Ron's sternum.

But, something was wrong.

He didn't fly and hit the wall as Kim would have. No, he didn't even flinch. Both Kim and Eric stared at Ron with disbelief, even Ron himself looked down at his torso with shock. The other two finally looked to see if he was injured at all from the meta's blow, but the armored vest didn't even have a scratch on it.

"Whoa... BOOYAH!" Ron shouted with his arms in the air, almost dropping Kim. Then he felt part of the vest start to shift itself a bit. He looked back down, confused.

The vest was now glowing bright blue, right where Eric punched him. It started spreading across the vest in glowing blue waves, showing the impact of the armor shifted throughout the entire vest. "My turn." Ron said with a cocky smirk. He then punched Eric right in the face, full of pure adrenaline.

His head only cocked backwards, not even leaving a bruise on his cheek. He slowly brought his head back around, with an annoyed look.

"Oh boy." Ron said, right before Eric grabbed him by the vest and threw him at the large window on the far wall. "Ron!" Kim screamed, as she attempted to run to his aid. But even the famous Kim Possible wouldn't be able to make it to the wall in time for him to hit the ground. But... she didn't need to.

She pressed a button on her sparking blue gauntlet, causing the glowing blue cracks of her bionic shin pieces to illuminate green for a brief instant. She made a deep squat, then jumped. The bionic leg enhancements launched her clear across the room, smacking into the wall just in time to catch her boyfriend. She hit the wall with a hard THUD, but landed firmly on the ground.

"Thanks KP, I owe you— LOOK OUT!" Ron began to speak, then tackled Kim into the floor once again. They barely dodged the incoming flying table, that broke as soon as it hit the wall. When Ron looked up to see where Eric was, he was then grabbed by the throat. "I've had just about enough of this." Eric said angrily, then slammed Ron back down on the torn tile. He yelled as he felt the sharp pain shoot up his spine and the back of his head.

With the small amount of energy she had left, Kim lifted her arm gauntlet up, hoping there was some gadget in it that could take the resurrected bastard down.

She quickly scrolled through all the tools on the screen, and selected a random one as they all spun past. She then pressed the small green button below the screen, not even caring of what it was going to do. She then jumped, as a big black object launched from the gauntlet.

The black object smacked right onto Eric's face, and expanded to wrap around it. It was some kind of thick black goo, like a sticky bomb. As soon as it stuck to his face, he completely ignored the two teens and began to struggle to rip off the nasty goop. She then pressed a button, and watched the goo explode. It impacted him so heavily, it threw him through the wall.

"You okay?" She quickly worried, as she started to help Ron up.

"I'll live." He briefly replied, starting to come out of his daze.

"I have a plan. What we need to do is—

"No. What we need to do is leave." Ron then said sternly. A brief moment of silence filled between the two, surprising them both he talked back to her. For the first time.

"We can't take him, Kim! Look at him! I wouldn't be surprised if he started flying right now!"

"We came here to finish this, Ron. Did you forget? He caused all of this! The framing, the hunt, the murders! How can you even consider hiding even after all he has done!" Kim began to start shouting.

"This isn't you, KP! Use your head! If you keep this up, he will kill you. We need to leave and think of a better way to handle this!" he grabbed her shoulders.

"No, Ron! You don't get it! We need to finish this right now! Even if that means—

"Means what." Ron interrupted sternly, in a tone she had never heard before. It was the kind of tone a man would use to scold his child. It was masculine, and it caught her off guard.

"Means stopping him.. by any means." She shrugged his hand off her angrily, and turned back to see Eric running back at the two.

Ron froze. This wasn't his Kim. Never in his life would he ever picture his love and best friend so blind. So unfocused. So broken. Her moral compass was off, and he could see it better than anybody.

"This isn't up for debate! We're leaving!" Ron started to yell, as he grabbed her arm. "No!" She yelled back, and smacked his hand away. Right in time for Eric to shoulder check her right into the wall. As soon as she slammed into it, Eric grabbed her by the wrist and pinned her further against the wall.

"These are bothering me." He said sarcastically, grasping onto her wrist gauntlets. With all his might, he then squeezed them until they shattered on her forearms. She screamed in agony, as she felt the gadgets starts to collapse and crush. Not only the sparking wires, but the sharp shrapnel was digging into her skin before they finally fell into a million pieces on the floor.

"Let's be adults and take this outside." Eric jokes with a grin, then side-kicked her through another wall.

She smashed though the thickest wall of all, being the outside. She landed on the hard yellow grass, immediately feeling the cool breeze and the pouring rain. As soon as she hit the ground, she yelled again in pain, feeling relapses of the gauntlets shattering in her arm. Cuts, blood and other injury marks masked both of her forearms, now being mixed with the wet raindrops.

"SMACK!" She then heard a loud smashing sound.

Then right next to her, landed Ron. He had a thick bruise on right cheek under his eye. Blood ran down his nose and started pouring into the wet grass.

Then, she saw Eric casually walk through the hole she created in the wall when she was thrown. She finally noticed, he did begin to look like he had to work pretty hard through all that. His face showed nothing but annoyance, along with an open bloody wound on his forehead.

"You know... I thought this would be more fun." He retorted, and grabbed Kim by the hair. He yanked her head up, causing her to yelp in pain.

"But all good things must come to an end." He grinned and lifted her off the ground. He then brought his fist back, then socked her square in the face. Then again. And again.

Growing tired of that, he then drove his knee into her stomach, and watched her fumble over, looking as if she was about to hurl. But as she leaned over, he saw the covered bullet wound on her torso through her torn shirt. That was it. He found it. Her weakness during this fight.

Leaning back up to punch him in the face, Kim's punch was dodged easily. Her fighting was starting to become sloppy. Unfocused. He then reached down, and plowed his fist right into her bullet wound.

"AAAHHHHHH!" Kim screamed to the top of her lungs, her pained tears mixing in with the heavy rain. Weak, Eric finally saw his chance to have his last bit of fun and take advantage of her. He smacked her hand out of the way, then punched her wound again, then one last time.

The poor teenager fell to the ground, throwing up from feeling so much pain. It was a horrifying combination of blood and vomit.

"Pff... Pathetic. Weren't you supposed to be the world's greatest hero?" He retorted, and kicked her hard in the ribs. She hit the ground again and rolled through the soaked grass.

"Ha... Kim Possible. She can do anything." He laughed hard at her trademark phrase, then reached down at her. He clenched his hand tightly around her throat, and raised her into the air, gasping for oxygen.

"And now... I finally get what I've worked so hard for..

The death of Kim Possible!"