Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all IP as it is presented in the canon animated television series is Copyright and Trademark by the Disney Company, using characters originally created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle. This is a transformative fan fiction work.


THE SHADOW OF INFINITY, REBOOT – CHAPTER 4

Story Copyright © Dale W. Robbins (crimsonhawk)

"And there were only five of them?" asked the tanned brunette dressed in an exquisite Spanish flower dress as she strode through the splendid villa she called home.

Her name was Bonnie Senior nee Rockwaller, wife to one Señor Senior, Jr. She lead a very interesting life.

And not just for the fact that she was married into one of the richest families in Europe and possibly the world.

By day, she was a rich heiress, a philanthropist and socialite who delighted in the spotlight of Europe's high society mixes. She was the exotically beautiful American woman who rose from upper middle class Midwest suburbia to expertly navigate the corridors of power of the European rich and famous. She was well beloved by many Europeans of all stripes—not only for her beauty and grace, but also for her charitable works in both Europe and Africa.

She was even a reserve member of Team Possible! She'd been present in the battle between the Worldwide Empire of Evil and Team Possible during the inauguration of the new Secretary-General of the United Nations, Dr. Betty Director. Her contribution to Gemini's sound defeat had sent cheers throughout Madrid, Paris, Berlin, Brussels, Bern, Rome, and beyond.

By night, however, she was secretly a supervillainess. Her father-in-law, Señor Senior, Sr., had spent many years trying to defeat the likes of Kim Possible, to no avail. It was all just a game to Senior, though. Something to make his dull life more exciting.

So, there was a quiet understanding between Bonnie Rockwaller and Kim Possible. So long as no innocent was actually exposed to danger or threatened with harm, Kim and Bonnie would play Senior's game. As lopsided as the logic sounded, Senior's contributions to society outside of his supervillainy was vast enough to afford him some sort of consideration on the matter.

Today was not one of the days for that game, however.

"Yeah, only five," Kim admitted as she walked alongside Bonnie. Kim had dressed up for her visit, even though her visit was in her official capacity as leader of Team Possible. She looked like a true Irish beauty in the dress she wore. "One was coordinating the other four. It looked like a simple smash and grab operation."

"It's odd that only five would be there," Bonnie mused. She paused to smell a violetthat was nearby as she spoke. "They knew enough about you to give Shego a new name. Surely they would have known to not challenge your authority on your home turf without reinforcements."

"That's one of the reasons why I came to you, Bonnie," Kim admitted. She turned to look out over the ocean from the crosswalk banisters where they were. The lapping of the ocean waves, the gentle swaying of the Spanish foliage in the Mediterranean breeze... Kim actually found herself jealous of Bonnie. "As the one person who has interfaced with them more than even Dr. Drakken did, I was hoping you could provide some insight into why they would just suddenly reappear now... with such poor tactics... while pursuing such an obscure goal."

"I'm afraid I'm at as much of a loss as you, Kim," Bonnie confessed, sighing and sitting down on a nearby bench. "None of us have seen them since that island incident back in high school. I thought you successfully buried them on that island, to be honest. Then again, I'm looking at the girl who couldn't control her speed shoes enough to avoid getting trapped in the Speed Zone during a school dance."

"Hey!" Kim gasped playfully as she turned back to look at Bonnie. "I still had fun!" And then, more softly, "Rufus was a perfect gentleman."

Bonnie laughed at that. Back in high school, Kim had found that laughter to be one of the most grating sounds in existence. Today, with Bonnie's exposure to high society, that laughter had become tempered with diplomacy and tact. It was much softer and a lot more pleasant.

Life with the Seniors has done Bonnie a world of good, Kim thought to herself. She smiled softly as her former social rival turned friend and teammate.

"The point...," Bonnie smirked, snapping Kim out of her reverie, "...is that what happened there at Astral Labs makes little sense to me, let alone anyone else. The Bebes have made no contact with me, their former Queen, whatsoever. If you really want me to make wild guesses, either they're just recently reactivated and acting on old, random programming... or someone else has somehow gained control of them."

"It's who that someone is that's got me curious...," Kim mused, turning back to watch the waves. "...and worried."

Bonnie sat for several moments, watching Kim as she gazed out over the beach down below. Finally, Bonnie spoke again.

"You know, Kay," Bonnie said, falling back to her old habit of referring to her friends by their first initial, "you're more than welcome to come stay a week or two at any time. Take yourself away from all of the stresses of life and leadership for a bit. Maybe even come here by yourself, just for yourself."

Kim snapped back around to stare at Bonnie in shock. "Come again?"

"It's no big secret you suffer from PTSD from... what happened," Bonnie answer, standing up and approaching Kim. "Stuart's done a wonderful job of helping you control the symptoms of it. But that's all that is... control of the symptoms. You need an honest-to-goodness break. From all of triggers."

Kim was silent for several moments, just staring at Bonnie. Finally, she asked, "So, Shego... is a trigger?"

"Not a major one," Bonnie noted. "She did save you, mind, body, and soul, back then, after all. And she's been an anchor for you ever since. But, Kay, please. She was a major part of the whole incident. She may have helped solve the problem, but she was there."

"So, even the good things are triggers?" Kim ventured carefully.

"She can still remind you of what happened, however unintentionally," Bonnie explained, placing a reassuring hand on Kim's shoulder. "Hell, even I could remind you without meaning to. You need to get away from all of us, if just for a week or two. Come back fresh and ready to tackle the world again."

"I'll... put it under consideration," Kim sighed, glancing down at her feet as she spoke.

Bonnie bit her lip softly. "That's all I ask, Kay. You work so hard. Your mind and body both definitely need the rest. And so does your soul. Even I can see that."

"Thank you, Bonnie," Kim replied, smiling politely.

Bonnie smiled back. Sympathetically.


"Oh, Mrs. Goldberg!" Dr. Flynn Feasible called as he ran down the hallway.

Monique had just locked up her office for the night when Feasible showed up. "Oh, Dr. Feasible. Hi! What can I do for you?"

"I was actually looking for Kim or Shego," Feasible admitted, scratching the back of his head. Monique couldn't help but notice how handsome he was even while flustered like he seemed to be at that moment. "But I can't find either of them."

"Oh, that's because they're both out working on cases," Monique stated, stowing her keys in her purse. "Is there a message I can take for them?"

"You're the team's public relations coordinator, not their secretary," Feasible laughed.

"I'm also Kim's best friend," Monique added, crossing her arms. "And as a friend doing a favor for a friend, I can pass a message on to my friend. S.W.I.M., my friend?"

"Swim?" Feasible asked, confused.

Monique smacked her forehead. "See What I Mean. Geez, I'm 24 years old and still slipping into that habit now and again."

"Well," Feasible started to state, then paused. He then took in a deep breath. "I had just wanted to give the two of them an update on my research. If you could ask them to speak with me the first chance they get...?"

"I'll be sure to do that," Monique smiled. "I know how important this is to both of them, so I'll make sure the message gets through."

"Thank you so much," Feasible smiled. That smile. "Well, I'll talk to you later, Mrs. Goldberg."

"You'd better, Dr. Feasible," Monique replied, smirking at the geneticist.

With that, Dr. Feasible turned and strode away. Monique couldn't help but watch him as he left and turned around a corner down the hall. She bit her lip as she did so.

She then blinked and shook her head.

You'd better, Dr. Feasible? Monique gasped within her thoughts. What the fucking hell, Monique Latoya Rochon-Goldberg! You're married to two of the most wonderful, handsome men on the face of the planet! That was totally uncalled for!

With that, Monique resolved to pay her husbands extra special attention that night. She turned and quickly strode down the hallway in the opposite direction Feasible had gone.


"Estimated time of arrival, two minutes and counting," Shego called into the back of the Firebird. "Strap yourselves in, kids, cause I'm going in hot."

"That would be very unwise, Shego," stated Will Du, who sat down in one of the passenger seats and buckled himself in. "Especially given the nature of the call that we received concerning..."

"Oh, do hush, my love," a beautiful Japanese woman in a white igabakama uniform stated as she sat down next to Will Du and buckled herself in. "It is my honor to note that Shego is enjoying her uniquely American sense of humor."

"Not something to joke about, Yori," Will Du muttered under her breath to his wife. "Lives are at..."

"Oh, come on, suit boy," Shego laughed as she stood up from the pilot's seat and tossed her head in such a way as to whip her hair playfully. "I have no choice but to go in hot. I'm always hot."

Yori giggled, but Will Du was less than amused.

"Why are you not at your seat when we're still in the air?"

Shego blinked at Will Du a moment, turned to look back at the cockpit, then turned back to Will Du and Yori. "Uh, because we've already landed?"

"But you said the ETA was...," Will Du started to protest. He was interrupted by Yori suddenly grabbing his face and planting a kiss firmly on his lips.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you, Yori?" Shego laughed as she strode past the two lovers.

Shego paused at the back of the Firebird as the loading ramp lowered down onto the ground. The wind blew up into the Firebird's passenger chamber, making Shego's hair flutter erratically. The smell was unsettling, though. It put Shego on edge.

"The Yamamouchi Ninja School," Shego breathed softly. "I never thought I'd see the day. To think, not even a decade ago, this place was just an urban myth to me. I wish it were under better circumstances."

Shego stepped down the ramp, followed shortly by both Will Du and Yori. All three of them paused, horrified, at the sight that met them. Shego stood, mouth agape, as Yori covered her own mouth with her hands.

"It seems it's become an urban myth again," Will Du muttered humorlessly.

Shego stepped forward across the training courtyard of the Yamanouchi School of Taijutsu. Motionless, lifeless bodies laid strewn all about the ground, nearby benches and tables, windows sills, and more. Blood, fresh blood, pooled up underneath many of the corpses.

What sickened Shego the most was the apparent age of most of the victims.

"Someone went all Anakin Skywalker up in this bitch," Shego growled as she stepped over the body of a child who couldn't have been more than eight or nine years in age.

Yori collapsed onto the ground in an awkward squat, her hands still over her mouth, and began to sob quietly as Will Du drew his pistol and clicked a button. The familiar hum of its internal teleport chamber loader briefly cut through the silence.

"This is intolerable," Will Du chided, glancing around at the carnage. "These are all children. Where was Hirotaka? Or Master Sensei?"

"Master Sensei?" Yori gasped, before she leapt to her feet and dashed across the courtyard to a large building nearby.

"Shego, I'm following Yori!" Will Du called out as he bolted after his wife.

"Right," Shego muttered, more to herself than to anyone else, as she knelt down and ran a finger through a pool of blood by one particularly unlucky child.

Shego sniffed at the blood on her fingertips pensively, then glanced down at the child. Carefully, Shego reached down and turned the child over.

Shego worked black ops missions for Global Justice as a side job to being co-leader of Team Possible. She was used to grim and grisly. She had even become inured to seeing children in various states of slaughter... given that many of her black ops targets were terrorists who committed the atrocities.

But the sight of the child before her, with two large, gaping slashes criss-crossing her torso like an opened box of Chinese leftovers, sickened even Shego.

"What the fucking hell happened here?" Shego asked herself in a low guttural voice.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an ear-piercing scream from the large building Yori and Will Du had ran into.

Without a second thought, Shego was to her feet and dashing across the courtyard, both of her hands engulfed in hellish green flames. She burst into the building with a vengeance... and was mentally broadsided by the sight.

Will Du was standing over Yori's prone body, both of his hands gripping his pistol in a relaxed-ready position. Yori was collapsed over another body, sobbing uncontrollably.

Shego stepped carefully up to the the couple. Underneath Yori was the body of an old, wizened man, with a full white beard that could have only been grown in the course of decades. His elaborate yukata robes were sullied in blood, but otherwise spoke volumes about what his position in the monastery must have been.

"Master Sensei?" Shego guessed carefully, quietly, as she stepped up next to Will Du.

Will Du nodded briskly. Shego could see the barely contained rage in Will Du's tense, slightly shaking body.

"Master Sensei," Will Du muttered in return, as way of affirmation to Shego's half-spoken question.

Shego growled at the response. The flames in her hands never died as she glanced around the rest of the room.

Meanwhile, Yori laid collapsed over the body of her beloved Master Sensei, unable to stop her own crying.


"The electrified backup nanite harmonic is connected to the decreasing microscopic pulse discriminator. The decreasing microscopic pulse discriminator is connected to the modifying secondary polaron domain. The modifying secondary polaron domain is connected to the..."

"Warlykka, my Queen," the distorted electronic voice from the nearby console said, interrupting the young girl's thoughts. "As beautiful as your singing voice is, I find it rather disturbing you are finding such... pleasure... from assembling the tachyon propulsion engine as you are."

"Oh, Warkry, you hyperplasmatic fuddy-duddy," Warlykka laughed as she stepped away from the engine block hung from the ceiling in front of her. She wiped her brow with her sleeve, which—thankfully—was part of a utilitarian blouse rather than her usual regalia. "I can't help but be happy. As soon as you and I are done here, our parts of Warhad's master plan is finished."

"Indeed," the distorted voice concurred. "All we need to do is wait for..."

"I'M HERE!" a loud, boisterous voice rang through the room.

"Speak of the devil," Warkry's voice mused.

Warlykka turned to the large, green man with two large swords strapped to his back as he walked in. He carried two figures in his arms.

"I'm almost done with my part!" Warlykka announced, bouncing with proverbial teenage energy. "What about you?"

"Gaze upon the proof of my success, child," the man huffed, dumping the two figures onto the floor in front of him. They both lay prone and unconscious.

Warlykka knelt down by the two figures. She gripped the female figure's head by her raven black hair and lifted it up roughly. "Oh, Oni. It is so stellarific to see you like this, you pain-in-my-ass bitch." She then slammed Oni's head onto the ground and glanced over at the male figure on her other side. "And... who is this, Warstryk?"

Warstryk huffed proudly. "The only human so far to have given me an honorable challenge outside of Oni and the Perfect Weapon themselves."

Warlykka narrowed her eyes at the figure.

"That would be Hirotaka," Warkry's voice explained. "He is the head instructor at the Yamanouchi School of Taijutsu, a martial arts monastery that moonlights as a ninja school. He is second within the Yamanouchi ninja clan only to the Master Sensei himself. You've done well to defeat him, Warstryk."

"He made me truly earn this victory," Warstryk explained as he dusted off his hands. "He fought with a skill and conviction I would have thought impossible in a human... even after I killed all of his pupils and his beloved master."

Warlykka chuckled softly as she stood up before she was interrupted by Warkry's voice.

"Wait... you... you killed Master Sensei?"

Warlykka glanced at the console that Warkry's voice was emanating from. "That's a bad thing, I take it?"

"Not so much bad as...," Warkry started to answer, before pausing. "I will need to make some adjustments to the tasks laid out for me. This will fuel Team Possible's desire for retribution, after all."

"I will be ready for whatever they throw at us!" Warstryk bellowed, pounding his chest proudly.

"With all due respect, my Lord, please allow me to minimize the fallout of this," Warkry's voice suggested carefully.

"Very well," Warstryk sighed.

"Don't worry! We've got allies, dudes!"

Warstryk and Warlykka blinked and turned in the direction of the new voice. Another tall, green man, more slender and athletic than Warstryk, strode into the room. He held another unconscious figure in his arm. An armor-clad human, short by even human standards, but broad of form, followed briskly behind him.

Warstryk considered the other green man with humor. "Warpoth! You look like you were stampeded by a herd of Surian gundledurks."

"Well, while you only had to take out Oni and a bunch of little kids," Warpoth laughed, tossing the figure in his arm onto the floor in front of Warlykka, "I took out the Perfect Weapon herself."

"Vith my help, of course!" the short human declared.

Warlykka tilted her head in curiosity. "And... you are...?"

"Ze name is...," the human started to answer.

"He goes by the moniker of Professor Dementor," Warkry's voice finished. "He is one of Earth's so-called supervillains. A nemesis of Kim Possible and a rival to Doctor Drakken in field of technosapient supervillainy... back when Drakken was still a villain. In Dementor's defense, he does possess a better success record than Drakken does."

"You see," Dementor agreed, motioning to the console. "I vill be a most valuable ally!"

"...That was not as much of a compliment as you seem to think it was, Professor," Warkry added.

"Oh," Dementor muttered, lowering his arms. Then he blinked and turned to the console. "Vait! Vhat?"

Warlykka turned to Warstryk with a bemused smirk on her face. "So, what do you think, Warstryk? We kill him here and now?"

"I say we feed him to the lakdars and get a few moments amusement out of him," Warstryk countered, straight-faced.

"Dudes, you don't understand!" Warpoth interjected, holding his hands up to get the other two's attentions. "Dementor came up with a way to block out some of the Perfect Weapon's powers. That's how I was able to take her down."

That got the other two's attentions, most certainly.

"Really?" Warlykka asked incredulously.

"Of course!" Dementor stated proudly. "It vas but a trifle for a man of towering intellect such as mine!"

"Hashtag El'o'el," Warkry's voice muttered softly.

"Silence, you!" Dementor snapped at the console.

"Warpoth, why don't you escort our new... friend... to his new quarters," Warlykka stated. "We'll discuss his role in our upcoming victories here in a little while. Warstryk, make sure the Perfect Weapon, Oni, and Hero... whatshisname... are secure and unable to use their powers."

"With pleasure, Warlykka," Warstryk concurred, hefting all three bodies onto his shoulders before striding out of the room behind Warpoth and Dementor.

Warlykka smiled smugly at the three men leaving the room. She then turned back to the tachyon propulsion engine. "Now, back to you, my stellarificly fun project."

"Ahem!" Warkry's voice came from the console. "Monkey Fist is coming to, my Queen."

"What?" Warlykka gasped. "Oh! Yes! I so have to see to that!"

With that, Warlykka strode out of the room, the opposite direction the men had exited, into a smaller, adjacent room. Monkey Fist was shackled to the wall on the other side of the room. Just as Warkry had said, Monkey Fist was just regaining consciousness.

Warlykka smiled smugly as she approached Monkey Fist. The villain painfully opened his eyes, glanced about in a daze for a few moments, then fixed his gaze on Warlykka.

If looks could kill...

"So, tell me, Monkey Fist," Warlykka smiled in anticipation. "Did you find them this time?"

Monkey Fist narrowed his eyes in hatred at the woman.

[END CHAPTER THREE]