Chapter 9

Empty

"Hello Possible" Drakken said, his face charred, and parts of his skull exposed. walked stiffly out of the smoky mist, revealing his completely altered and hideous body. His body had fused the contraption that was originally boxed up in the container. God would have remained silent, in shock, if he could see one of his creations now.

"What happened to you?" She asked. "And where's Shego?" she demanded, getting into a strong defensive pose. Drakken stepped a few more steps forward and his body began to undergo a strange metamorphosis, as black oily tentacles oozed out of his torn flesh, wrapping themselves around his arms, almost creating a soft armor.

"What happened to me? I evolved." Drakken grabbed at his charred and burnt face with both his hands and he started to tear away at the remaining flesh, ripping piece by piece. His darkened skull cracked as the last piece of flesh fell to the ground. It split clean through the middle of what used to be his face. Repulsed, Kim moved back a few steps, and Drakkens skull fell to the ground also. A large shapeless mass veins and oily meat throbbed and began to consume Drakkens upper torso.

Unconsciously knowing what was going to happen next, Kim leapt into the air, dodging a mass of sharp bones that stretched from Drakkens arm. She landed behind him and felt a strange surge of adrenaline running through her entire body. Drakkens massive arm struck a nearby wall and became lodged.

"Whatever you are now Drakken, I can't let you stop me from getting to the bottom level where all of this started." Kim swung her arm, surprised by the speed, and struck Drakken in his partially exposed spine. Her fist completely shattered the column and his entire upper torso jerked forward.

"Silly girl, stop resisting, join us." A demonic voice asked, coming from Drakkens grossly changing body. His shattered spine began to reshape, moving to a mass surrounding his arm, and turning into a strange bony weapon. Drakken raised his spiny weapon and swung it at Kim, missing her, but leaving destroying part of the wall.

"I can't win this fight like this." Kim thought. She avoided another attack, and jumped clear over Drakken once more, landing close to the weapons that Shego didn't like. Kim quickly glanced at a few of them and flipped over another attack, landing in front of a two handed, slim, rifle-like weapon. "How the heck does this work?" Kim thought, she looked on the side and found the safety, and disengaged it.

"You're starting to piss me off." Drakken snarled, as he smashed a table that was in his path.

"I hope this thing packs a punch…" Kim thought, as she took aim at Drakken, and pulled the trigger. The weapon hummed and vibrated for a brief second and fired a bright red beam. It burned straight through Drakkens midsection and made a clean hole through him. Drakken staggered onto one of his knees, his body convulsed violently, as a black blood like substance dripped onto the floor.

"Damn you Kim Possible." Drakken stood back up, his voice sounding more like his former self. Not wasting a second, Kim pulled the trigger again, as he began to advance on her again. The weapon fired again, the beam shot through the air and struck Drakken across the shoulder, the beam moved upwards as it hit him, cutting his arm clean off. Drakken snarled and hissed in pain, clutching his lethal wound.

Shortly, Drakken began to cackle, almost identically to the way Ron did. "Henchmen!" a demonic voice shouted. Kim looked around, but saw nothing, she took aim with the rifle-like weapon once more and aimed it steadily at where she figured his heart would be, and her finger gently pressed on the trigger. Suddenly, something looked like it was trying to push out of Drakkens body. Two hands pushed through the fleshy mass, and out slid a decaying corpse. It was one of Drakkens Henchmen. As it struggled to stand up, Kim could see what seemed like three sets of hands moving about in his body.

Holding her breath, she softly squeezed the trigger, and the weapon fired again. The blast burned clean through Drakkens chest, disintegrating everything in its path, even the henchmen that had finally stood up. Drakkens body staggered backwards and his chest exuded a dark gore, until he finally fell on his face. Kim approached the corpse and looked down at it. She noticed that the dark blue veins were still pulsing and that Drakkens claw-like hands were still twitching, scratching at the ground. Taking a deep breath, she aimed the weapon at him once more, and squeezed the trigger multiple times. The weapon blasted his corpse into pieces until not a one moved anymore. For the first time ever, Kim felt empty inside. She had been pushed beyond her limits and morals. Her heart felt heavy as she began to cry and whimper uncontrollably.

"Why haven't I woken up?" she wondered. "This can't be real" Kim let go of the weapon and covered she covered her face. "It's only a nightmare. I'll wake up anytime now." She kept telling herself.