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Kim Possible: TSOD – Wedding Elements, Chapter Seven
The Alchemist grinned maniacally and charged forward. Before him stood his two primary quarries. The Child of the Comet, Shego, stood along with her newlywed wife, the inimitable Kim Possible, in battle stances. Shego's stance was more cat-like than Kim's stance, of course. The Child of the Comet had such an unhealthy obsession with her glove claws; such was the case even twelve years ago when the verdant-skinned beauty was just a scant thirteen years of age. Her combat style was thus more feral and unrestrained, compared to the more classically trained martial arts possessed by Kim Possible.
The Alchemist moved quickly and with confidence. He was the master of all four elemental forces of alchemy: Air, Earth, Fire, and Water. Since all things consisted with some combination of those four forces, nothing on this world could possibly hurt him. Especially not the Child of the Comet, as she relied so heavily on her flame powers. The Alchemist's movement would have seemed like a blur in a blink of an eye to an normal outside observer—had there been any. As it stood, most of the rest of the former Team Go—Hego, Mego, and the Wego twins—as well as Team Possible members Felix Renton and Monique and villains Professor Dementor and Duff Killigan laid unconscious and incapacitated across the church rooftop upon which the battle waged. All at the hands of the Alchemist. Only the former villain, Doctor Drakken, served as an outside observer to the battle that was about to occur. But even he was gifted with enhanced intelligence that made observing the pace of the battle easier.
However, that blink of an eye was all of the time that Shego needed. As the Alchemist charged forward, Shego lit up her hands in fiery green plasma and swiped her claws across in front of her, as if to throw open sliding doors. The green plasma trailed off of her ultra-diamond claws and coalesced in front of her.
When the Alchemist struck his target, he struck a fiery wall of green plasma, rather than Shego herself. The force with which the Alchemist struck was such that Shego's plasma wall nearly crumbled under the pressure. But, miraculously, it held firm. The Alchemist staggered back, dazed.
Shego grinned. "It's true that nothing Kimmie and I can do can hurt you," she agreed to the arch-villain. "But we sure as hell can keep you busy for a good long while. You see, you may not take any damage from our world's kinds of attacks, but they can still stop you or redirect you. So, what do you say, jackass? Shall we dance?"
With that, Shego dropped her force wall, turned, and created another one behind her. This one was horizontal, rather than vertical, and sloped upward slightly.
"A ramp?" the Alchemist asked, stumbling back a step as he regained his footing. "Pray tell, Child of the Comet, how will you affect us with a..."
Before the Alchemist could finish speaking, a white and blue blur whizzed by him and latched onto his arm. He found himself dragged along with the blur, across the rooftop, past a devilishly smiling Shego, up the ramp, and up into the air.
In mid-air, the blur let go of the Alchemist. Kim Possible flipped upward, striking the Alchemist with a powerful roundhouse kick, and kicking off of the Alchemist's body. The force of Kim's kick, enhanced by the velocity of her Centurion battle suit's built-in speed boots, sent the Alchemist hurtling across the cityscape.
Kim followed through on her backflip, allowing the momentum created by her roundhouse kick to throw her back towards the church rooftop. She landed nimbly on the edge of the rooftop, next to Shego. Shego then jumped up into Kim's arms.
Kim smiled mischievously at her wife, cradled in her arms. She spent a brief moment considering the woman. Mere moments ago, Shego had been confronted with one of her worst fears for the first time in twelve years. The reformed thief had recovered herself admirably, though, and was more than willing (almost desperate) to lead the charge against the homicidal maniac. Shego had flashed the briefest moment of precious humanity before she had called upon the nigh inhuman courage and determination with which Kim had fallen in love.
Shego noticed Kim's admiration and smiled wickedly in return. "Let's catch up with that bastard," Shego purred.
Kim nodded and bolted forward. Her speed boots gave her enough velocity that she was able to leap from one building to the next. Very quickly, the two heroines were catching up with the Alchemist, who was crashing and tumbling across assorted city rooftops.
Doctor Drakken ran up to the edge of the church rooftop, stopped, and sighed. "Blast it, Shego! How am I supposed to keep up with the likes of you and the Possible?"
As if in response, the winds started kicking up violently around the mad scientist. Glancing up, he noticed that Team Possible's supersonic VTOL transport jet, the Firebird, was hovering overhead. The loading ramp was lowered and a figure stood at the top of the ramp. Drakken smiled up at Zita Renton, Team Possible's chief mission support specialist.
"Care for a lift, Doctor?" the beautiful Hispanic woman said.
"Don't mind of I do," Drakken replied.
Another figure appeared next to Zita. A handsome Asian man who Drakken recognized as the Yamanoichi ninja named Hirotaka, the figure shot a grappling hook out to the mad scientist. Drakken grabbed onto the proffered rope and allowed himself to be hauled into the Firebird. Once Drakken was on board the jet, he glanced about. It was just him, Zita, Hirotaka, and Yori, the Yamanoichi ninja who Drakken knew was a part of Team Possible proper.
"Wait," Drakken asked, raising a brow. "Shego is fighting the Alchemist and your husband is incapacitated," he said to Zita. "If you're not flying this jet... who is?"
"Hey, Doctor D!" a female voice laughed from the pilot's chamber. "You ready to get fuh-reaky with this ride?"
Drakken's eyes went wide. "Adrena Lynn?"
Zita nodded. "I know the Firebird's weapons system better than anyone else. Adrena Lynn wanted a way to get back at the Alchemist for what he did to Camille Leon. So I asked her to pilot the Firebird while I handled the guns."
"Fair enough," Drakken said. "We better catch up with Shego and the Possible, then. Even though they're both all that, they'll only last so long against the Alchemist."
"We're almost there," Adrena Lynn responded from up front.
"It is also my honor to present to you the prize for which you sent me to your lair," Hirotaka said, handing a device to Drakken.
Drakken accepted the purple ray gun and smiled devilishly.
The Alchemist tumbled and crashed painfully across several building rooftops, shattering and crumbling several stairwell entrances and brick outcroppings in the process. Finally, he came to rest on a particularly large rooftop. The building was incredibly large—it perhaps housed an industrial factory of one sort or another at one time. But now the building seemed to be in complete disrepair.
The Alchemist stumbled to his feet. While he was immune to damage, he was not immune to pain. And the assault had been powerful enough—Kim's already prodigious skill in the martial arts, coupled with the anti-graviton generators of her battle suit, coupled with the velocity of her speed boots—that a mere mortal would have been rendered into warm boneless gelatin from the strike. As it stood, the Alchemist had to shake off the stars in his eyes and regain his bearings.
Only one other attack had ever had such an effect on the Alchemist...
"Halt, Evil-Doer!" the 17-year-old Hego bellowed, posing dramatically and pointing at the villain in front of him. "Your days of using stage magic to manipulate court proceedings are done! You shall be turned over to the rightful authorities this day!"
Khan Juror turned and grinned at the four teenagers who had just burst into his "lair" at the Go City Municipal Courthouse. Dressed like an unassuming middle-aged, upper middle-class income white man, he began to cackle maniacally as he held up the heavy book in his hand.
"Stage magic, you say?" Khan Juror laughed. "Do you realize how many court cases I have influenced with my so-called stage magic? Do you realize how rich I have become because I have aided each and every villain you kids have defeated, having their cases thrown out or having their sentences shortened so that they seek their revenge against you?"
"Just one flick of Sidestep's wrist and I can be right behind that asshole," the 13-year-old Shego whispered to her older brother, lighting up her clawed hands. "Then he'll never be a bother to anyone ever again."
"That is not how we work and you know that, Shego," Hego whispered back to her younger sister. Then he turned back to Khan Juror and spoke more loudly. "Even if it is true magic, Khan Juror, you are limited to simple mind control. Mind control that is useless against us thanks to the inventions of our friend, Dr. Gabriel Novak. Now surrender peacefully or..."
"That is where you are wrong yet again, Hego!" Khan Juror laughed, lifted the book in his hand over his head. "You see, you muscle-bound oaf, this book is the Eternal Tome of Transmutations. Do you even understand the implications of that?"
"Trans... mutations...?" Hego repeated, scratching his head. "Um, you're about to create a bunch of mutants who all think they're the gender they're not? Like men dressing up like woman and all that? You evil, sadistic man!"
That earned a smack upside the back of Hego's head from the 15-year-old Mego.
Khan Juror laughed mightily as he release his hold on the book. The book began to rise into the air above Khan Juror on its own accord, surrounding itself with a volatile nimbus of flame, wind, stone, and ice.
"The Eternal Tome of Transmutations is the spellbook of the last man to have claimed the title of the Alchemist," Khan Juror laughed. "Once I claimed that power, I will become a true magician and I will become a true force to be reckoned with!"
"Not while Team Go has anything to say about it, Evil-Doer!" Hego bellowed. "Sidestep, the book, now!"
"On it!" the 15-year-old Native American beauty replied, disappearing in a brilliant clap of lightning and thunder.
"I've got Laughing Boy," Shego growled, leaping forward.
Shego was rewarded by a blast of ice shot from the book itself, sending her tumbling back across the room and into a nearby wall.
"Spiritus Elementarium Cogere, audi placitum meum!" Khan Juror began chanting. As he did so, his skin turned blue and his hair turned white while a mysterious glow began to surround him. "Concede mihi tua potestate! Concede mihi virtutem elementorum! Da mihi virtutem Alchemist!"
Hego charged forward to try to stop Khan Juror, but it was already too late. As Khan Juror finished chanting, the room exploded in a brilliant flash of technocolored lights. As Hego's sight and senses returned, he shook his head and stood steadily up. Looking around, he saw that Sidestep had been thrown away from the book and was unconscious on the floor nearby. Shego was standing up and striding back over to her eldest brother. Mego was still in the center of the room, staring in awe at what was in front of him.
Khan Juror stood with his back to the heroes. Before Khan Juror was a regal figure of a man. Standing almost six feet tall, with broad shoulders, a healthy build, a smart goatee, long brunette hair, Medieval noble's costume, and a flowing cloak, the figure glared impassively down at Khan Juror.
"I have done it!" Khan Juror laughed. "I have summoned the power of the Alchemist. You are now mine to command. My first command is for you to destroy Team Go!"
The regal figure smiled wickedly. "So, you see fit to believe that you hold power over us? We are the Alchemist, mere mortal. Know that we will indeed destroy this Team Go. But only because it is our divine edict to destroy EVERYTHING!"
Before Khan Juror could react, the Alchemist lashed out, striking Khan Juror with an elemental blast so powerful that within mere moments, Khan Juror's body had disintegrated into a pile of fine ash. Khan Juror's painful, inhuman screams lingered for several moments longer than his demise should have allowed.
"It... it killed him?" Hego breathed in disbelief. "That creature just killed Khan Juror. In cold blood."
"See, it's not all bad," Shego shrugged. "Now, if we can just get him to do that with Republicans and whoever created the Teletubbies, we'll be golden."
"Shego!" Hego growled. "This is serious!"
"So am I, but ah well," Shego sighed.
"We have to stop this Alchemist before he can kill again!" Hego continued, turning back to glare at the maniacally grinning man.
"I've got an idea that just might save us all," Mego suddenly cut in, finally finding his voice after having stared at the Alchemist in abject fear for several minutes.
"What's that, Prima Donna?" Shego asked, turning to her next-elder brother.
Mego didn't respond by voice. He simply shrank down to his action figure size and ran away.
Shego rolled her eyes to that. "Figures."
"We're going for a flaming cannonball special," Hego said suddenly.
Shego smiled wickedly and flamed up her clawed hands. "I'm ready for flight, Captain."
"While we find your banter quite amusing, children, your end is nigh," the Alchemist smiled casually as he considered the two teenagers in front of him. "Enjoy the precious few moments of breath that you still possess."
As the Alchemist spoke, Hego grabbed onto Shego and began to spin. He span around like a top, spinning faster and faster and faster. Just as the Alchemist finished speaking, Hego finished one final rotation and flung Shego at the villain.
The Alchemist could not decide what caught him off guard more. The velocity at which Shego hurtled at him, the intensity of the flames that engulfed the teenage girl's hands, or the wicked viciousness that enshrouded the teenage girl's face. Whatever the case, Shego slammed her claws into the Alchemist at such a speed that he felt something he had never felt before.
He felt pain.
The Alchemist shook his head one final time, to not only shake off the vertigo that Kim Possible's attack had inflicted upon him, but also to push back the memory of the very first attack that he had ever felt. After that attack, wherein he fled the battlefield in confusion and frustration, he had vowed to defeat and kill Team Go. Especially Shego, the one person who had, until just now, been the only person to have ever inflicted pain onto him.
Now there were two people. Shego... and Kim Possible.
As the Alchemist thought of that, Kim Possible ran through a nearby stairwell and appeared upon the industrial rooftop upon with the Alchemist now stood. She then set Shego, who had been cradled in Kim's arms, onto the rooftop.
"We applaud such a magnificent use of a surprise attack, Kim Possible," the Alchemist commended, bowing to the two women. "But, do please understand, you are only delaying the inevitable. Just ask Shego. Even the Child of the Comet can only succeed in inflicting pain onto us. Neither of you are capable of truly destroying us."
"I'm not averse to spending a little bit of time bringing the pain," Kim said, narrowing her eyes at the arch-villain. "I mean, you crashed our wedding, either killing or severely maiming several of my friends and foes. I might actually enjoy making you hurt. What about you, darling?"
"You know I'm always ready to bring the pain, Kimmie," Shego replied, engulfing her fists with green flames as she dropped into a battle crouch. "Remind me to tell you about how Khan Juror first summoned this asshat. Laughs all around the table. It's a story to tell our grandkids someday."
Kim rose a brow to that. "There was actually someone named Khan Juror?"
Shego chuckled. "Yeah, a stage magician who specialized in hypnotism to influence court proceedings. He won the Darwin Award jackpot when he used actual magic to summon Mr. Chuckles here."
Kim sighed and shook her head. "I'm not sure how many more names that are plays on words I can handle."
"Well, it's no fair for you to have a monopoly on that front, Princess," Shego smirked, winking at her wife.
"We would like to point out that we are still here," the Alchemist pointed out suddenly, "and that your lives are currently in imminent danger."
"Oh, right!" Kim replied, turning back to the Alchemist. "Sorry, Shego and I tend to get distracted easily."
"Damn straight we do," Shego concurred, leaning back and glancing down Kim's back. "Speaking of... Cupcake, have I told you today how much I love how your Centurion battle suit makes your ass look fine?"
"Only just now," Kim grinned at her wife. "But there's no way it can compare to how you looked in that wedding dress. Oh, my God, Shego, I wanted to ravish you right then and there."
"I know, right?" Shego gasped. "I mean, it took 'Nique over an hour to put it on me, but afterwards I felt like the fucking Queen of England. I want to put it on again, just so I can feel like that again."
Kim grinned wickedly. "I want you to put it on again, too. Just so I can help you get back out of it again."
"RAAAAUUUURRRRGGGHHH!" the Alchemist suddenly screamed angrily, flexing into a dramatic pose and exploding into a fury of elemental energies coursing around his body.
"Goal achieved," Kim said quickly.
"Let's do this thing," Shego agreed.
Shego thrust her flame-engulfed hands outwards from her sides, then swung them inwards and upwards. The act created trails of green plasma flames that bled quickly off of Shego's ultra-diamond claws. When she thrust her hands upwards, the lances of green plasma flew up into the sky.
At the same time, Kim tapped the toes of each of her boots on the rooftop, causing the soles to glow a soft blue. She then bolted forward at a speed that would have made a Lamborghini jealous.
"ENOUGH GAMES," the Alchemist screamed, glaring angrily at the incoming Kim Possible through flame-enshrouded eyes. "WE WILL REND YOUR CHARRED FLESH FROM YOUR HOLLOWED BONES AND DRINK YOUR MARROW FOR..."
Before the Alchemist could finish his rant, several lances of green plasma flame dropped down from the sky, forming a cage-like formation around the arch-villain.
"What in the...," the Alchemist started to breath.
Then it hit him. The Alchemist could not react, given how quickly Kim was moving. Drawing on every once of acrobatic athleticism that her many years as a cheerleader and a superspy had given her, the redheaded hero began flipping, tumbling, and swinging between each of the plasma lances, using them as dance poles. With the alacrity afforded her by her speed boots, Kim was able to pummel the Alchemist mercilessly, using the plasma lances to keep herself in proximity with the Alchemist and to keep the attack going. The Alchemist found himself helpless to react to the constant barrage of strikes.
Then, Kim flipped upward, leaping into the sky just beyond the Alchemist's physical arm's reach. As the Alchemist painfully looked up at Kim's somersaulting form, he was caught completely unawares by the blast that sent him hurtling back through two of the plasma lances and across a significant portion of the industrial rooftop.
As the Alchemist tumbled painfully into a heap on the other side of the rooftop, Shego glared at the arch-villain with her entire body sheathed in an intense, green plasma flame aura.
"Guess what?" Shego growled. "With these claws, I can focus my plasma to such a degree that I make a concentrated FORCE BLAST! And you can't 'elemental immunity' your way out of FORCE BLASTS, bitch!"
Kim landed in a crouch in front of Shego and then bolted forward. The Alchemist exploded into an upright position and charged forward in a fury of elemental energy. As he charged forward, the Alchemist formed a gigantic fireball in his hands and shot it at Kim. At the velocity that her speed boots were carrying her, Kim ran straight into the fireball, which exploded into a fiery conflagration of doom.
The Alchemist continued his charge forward, engulfing both of his fists in auras of stone, ready to plow straight through Kim's charred husk of a corpse. Instead, the Alchemist was met with Kim's fist. Kim emerged from the exploding fireball, enshrouded in a nimbus of green flame. Kim's fist connected with the Alchemist's chin, causing the arch-villain to whiplash backwards and tumble haphazardly across the rooftop.
Kim cracked her knuckles over the Alchemist's body as Shego strode up confidently next to her wife.
"Enshrouding me in your flame," Kim said, smiling at Shego. "That's a new one. I like it."
"Saved your cute ass from that fireball," Shego agreed, tugging at the hem of her glove. "And you look rather sweet in green. You really should wear green more often."
"With my red hair? Maybe closer to Christmas, lover," Kim laughed.
The Alchemist struggled to look up at the two women and growled. "Enough. This game ends NOW!"
With that, the entire industrial plant building exploded.
The Firebird flew towards the industrial plant that the team saw the Alchemist land atop. Adrena Lynn sat in the pilot's seat while Hirotaka sat in the co-pilot's seat. Zita Renton sat at the weapons system console. Yori and Drakken stood behind the pilot seats.
"Okay, gamer grrl," Lynn growled. "We're closing in on our target. Get set to do your fuh-reaky magic."
"Already have the target locked, chica," Zita smiled. "We're loaded and ready to go. Just a little closer."
Lynn smiled wickedly. "Closer is my middle name." With that, Lynn pushed down on the control wheel and sent the Firebird into a dive towards the plant.
Drakken watched the scene unfold as the jet flew towards the combatants below. The spectacle was absolutely amazing. Shego was doing things with her plasma that he had never seen before. It had to be something to do with that new battle suit she was wearing. It was different from her catsuit that she had worn for so many years. Drakken made a mental note to ask the Possible's webmaster about the matter. He had uses for things such as that.
Suddenly, Kim and Shego let up on their assault and began talking to each other as the Alchemist struggled to his hands and knees. Something about the Alchemist's posture didn't set well with Drakken. It was as if he were tensing up for...
"ADRENA LYNN!" Drakken suddenly screamed. "BANK LEFT—NOW!"
Lynn's response was reflexive. She didn't even think about it before she did it. She simply spun the wheel left and forced the jet to turn and bank to the left in a nearly 90 degree angle. Just in time, too, because the whole industrial plant went up in a fiery explosion as she did so. The Firebird barely escaped the conflagration only because of Lynn's reflexes.
"Kim!" Zita screamed as she took in the scene. "Shego!"
"Shego...," Drakken sighed sadly, feeling his heart drop.
The Alchemist floated down into the rubble of the industrial plant, reveling in the hellish inferno around him and cackling wickedly. He set foot on the concrete floor and strode confidently through the burning timber and molten plastic. As he walked past a support beam, the beam collapsed behind him in a ashen heap.
The Alchemist approached a pair of bodies. He knew that the bodies were what was left of Shego and Kim Possible. He smiled knowingly, content that his handiwork had finally ended the lives of the only two individuals who had ever succeeded in making the Alchemist feel pain.
But, as the Alchemist approached the bodies, he was shocked to see that they were not lying on the floor. They were knelt next to each other. Kim clutched Shego tightly to her body while the ex-villainess kept the two of them enshrouded not only with a nimbus of green flame, but also a dome-like cover of solid plasma. Both women looked quite worse for the wear, but were still alive, if in a great deal of pain. Kim glared up at the Alchemist as Shego coughed heavily into Kim's shoulders.
"You... you are not dead...," the Alchemist breathed in disbelief.
Kim growled. "No, we're not."
The Alchemist narrowed his eyes at the two women. "Why do you continue to persist. While you have certainly proven to us that you can inflict pain unto our body, you still cannot harm us or defeat us. Why do you prolong the suffering? Why do you delay the inevitable?"
"Because," Kim growled, clutching Shego tightly. "Our job wasn't to defeat you. Our job was to buy some time."
The Alchemist rose a brow to that. "Buy some time? For what?"
The Alchemist then received a large blaster beam to the side of his body, sending him crashing through some nearby burning timber.
Kim looked up and saw the Firebird hover down into view, pushing the burning timber and molten pylons as if they were balsa wood. The loading ramp on the belly of the Firebird lowered and three figures leapt from the jet. Doctor Drakken, Hirotaka, and Yori ran up to Kim and Shego.
"Good," Drakken breathed as he took in the sight. "You're both alive."
Kim smiled at that. "We are, Drew. Thanks to your timing, guys. Thank you."
Shego pushed herself off of Kim and shook her head violently. "Still a bit dizzy, though."
Yori nodded, reached into a pouch on her belt, and pulled out some herbs. "Here you go, Shego-san. These herbs grow only in southern Japan and are incredible for trauma-based vertigo. Just chew on them as if they were pieces of gum."
"Thanks, Yori," Shego sighed, accepting the proffered herbs and stuffing them in her mouth.
Hirotaka rose to his feet and braced himself. "It would appear that our work is not yet done."
Suddenly, charred wood and ashen debris exploded in all directions nearby, revealing the Alchemist. And he appeared extremely angry.
"WHO AMONGST YOU SHALL BE THE FIRST TO DIE AT OUR HANDS?" the Alchemist screamed. He flexed his hands and produced a ball of elemental energy in each.
Drakken shook his head and pointed his purple ray gun at the arch-villain. "How about we try this instead, Alchemist. Smile for the birdy. And then eat Alpha Wave Gene Recombinator ray. Bitch."
With that, Drakken shot his ray gun at the Alchemist. The beam caught the Alchemist square on the chest. The beam enveloped the Alchemist's entire body in a thin sheet of purple energy. The Alchemist found himself locked into place, convulsing violently as the beam continued to plow into him unabated.
Yori, who was still knelt next to Kim and Shego, glanced up at Drakken. Drakken stood there, continuing to fire the ray gun beam in a continuous stream at the Alchemist.
"What is it that you are doing, Drakken-san?" Yori asked curiously.
Drakken narrowed his eyes, refusing to take his gaze off of the now epileptic arch-villain. "We're about to find out who the 'We' behind the Alchemist really is."
"You can split things apart with that thing, not just splice them together?" Kim asked incredulously.
"Indeed," Drakken smiled.
The Alchemist's body began to vibrate violently under the constant barrage of the ray gun beam. Suddenly, the Alchemist's body exploded in a blinding flash of light. The five heroes had to cover their eyes to avoid sight damage.
Once the light died down, the heroes dared to look. What they saw was nothing less than astounding. And terrifying.
What stood before the heroes was no longer a single human man. Instead, four tall, majestic creatures stood. One was like a rough-hewn statue made of the finest of stone. Another was a pillar of flame with arms and brightly glowing eyes. A third was a vortex of wind and debris with a pair of ethereal eyes floating within. A final fourth was like a wave of frothing water, glaring down at the assembled heroes with dark motes for eyes. Each of the figures stood well over ten feet tall and were intimidating as all get-out.
Kim and Shego scrambled to their feet and took up their battle stances alongside Drakken, Yori, and Hirotaka.
"Um, Doc," Shego breathed. "Kindly explain to the class how this was a good idea?"
Drakken could only gulp and stare at the assembled elemental creatures.
[END CHAPTER SEVEN]
Note: I missed Monday's update because I allowed real life to get the better of me. I hope it doesn't happen again. At least not soon.