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Kim Possible: Super-Girl

By LJ58

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Kim was about to hit the ground, when her green eyes flared, and she stared right into the blazing orbs of the madman trying to drain her powers.

"You want power," she hissed. "Try this one," she swore as she felt weaker than a kitten, and yet simultaneously beyond furious as she felt that earlier rage surge to the fore as she fixed her gaze on the Parasite with a grim intent.

Her eyes flared wide, her green orbs glittering, and while nothing visible happened, Frances Lurman, by then thinking himself untouchable, was suddenly slammed down into the hard pavement, screaming in agony.

He hit the ground even as Kim hovered over him, glaring heatedly as she kept her gaze fixed on him, instinctively tearing into his very mind, and ripping it apart as she tapped one of those powers she had shied from after learning its potential.

It's very lethal potential.

"Kim, stop," Ron shouted up at her. "Whatever you're doing, you're killing him!"

Kim blinked, and looked away from her target, and glanced toward the black-clad ninja that had been her best friend since forever.

She drifted down to touch the ground, dropping to her knees, and sighed as she shook her head.

"I…. I just lost my temper," she rasped, panting heavily as she eyed the twitching, but otherwise still figure of the Parasite. "How's Shego," she asked.

"Weak, but ready for a rematch," the green woman's voice came over the link. "You okay, Princess. You're looking pretty wore out, too."

"He….almost had me for a second," she admitted, and letting Ron help her, climbed back to her feet as she kept an eye on the fallen felon. "But I think I knocked him cold. Hopefully long enough for the Tweebs to…."

The screech vibrated the very air around them as the force of that cry slammed into them both, and sent them sprawling.

Kim hit the ground again, still stunned by the close call with Lurman that she was slow to recover from just then. Turning over, she looked up at the floating figure, and gaped.

"Electronique?"

"No, fool," the blue, black, and silvery creature in a macabre version of her usual costume floating in the air over them sneered. "I am the new Banshee, and I am your death!"

Ron groaned, and rose to look up at the woman, and grimaced.

"Bad news," he grimaced. "Seriously bad news," he rasped.

"What is it," Justine's voice came over the transceivers. "Talk to me."

Neither answered as the bizarre woman with a skeletal façade over her dark and silver form smiled a hellish smile as she landed before them.

"I am here for you, woman. Prepare to die, Kim Possible," she screamed.

And Kim screamed, too.

KP

Jack laughed as he reached the end of the spell, and waited.

All around him, a chilling breeze blew harder, and increasingly centralized as Electronique continued to curse and damn him.

The air over and around the altar began to shimmer as the temperature dropped dramatically now, and a hazy mist began to rise from the nearby dark water.

The Henches looked around uneasily, more than one fingering their side-arms, but Jack only smiled all the more.

"Yes," he smiled as the mist began to coalesce, and thicken around them. "Come! Come to me! Now!"

Then Electronique spasmed violently, and gasped out, her curses cut off as the mist seemed to infuse her entire body as the rest of the mist surged, forming a skeletal caricature that rose over the bound woman's woman body to stare down at Jack with hollow eyes.

"The book," it seemed a dozen voices all called out at once. "He has the book."

Then the mist collapsed down into Electronique, and seemed to just fade away.

"Is….that it," one of the Henches asked, not even considering approaching the pale woman still bound to the stone altar.

Jack approached more cautiously, his eyes riveted the slowly changing body of a former client that lay before him.

Former, because if he was right, the client was now gone, and only a subservient spirit was left in her place.

Just before he could approach any closer, the nearest Hench leaned over her, and a shackled hand suddenly shot out, shattering more than breaking its chain, and clamping down on the startled man's throat.

Jack reeled back, gasping as one of his best men died in front of him, his neck snapped like a twig as the unnatural woman now simply sat up, shedding her chains as if they were but paper as she looked around, then tossed the body still in her hand as if an afterthought.

"Now, Jackie," the gurgling voice that sounded not unlike two or three voices speaking at once. "Let's discuss your future," she glowered as she levitated into the air more than she stood, and then seemed to float over to hover just above him. "Something tells me…. Yes, something tells me, it will be very, very short….. Unless you give us the book," she all but screamed.

And Jack Hench screamed with her.

KP

Kim went literally tumbling under the force of the bizarrely altered Electronique's equally bizarre attack as if the very sound of Kim's own name tore into her at a cellular level.

She landed hard, sprawling on her chest, and found herself so weak she was barely able to get her trembling arms under her to push herself back up.

"KP," Ron shouted from what sounded a million miles away, and her powerful ears heard something crashing, and falling, and more shouts.

"Leave my Princess alone," she heard Shego shout, and the air turned superheated for all of an instant.

Just before that weird voice screamed Shego's name as it had hers.

Kim managed to lift her head even as Shego went flying past her to slam into the already ruined remains of what was once Wacky Wally's Car Zone. She groaned, forcing herself up even as Electronique Banshee seemed to float over to sneer down at the fallen green and black figure.

"I always wanted to end you, Shego. You, above all others in that miserable and pathetic team of losers. And now I shall," she crowed, and opened her mouth again.

Just before Kim gave a faint growl deep in her throat, and she felt that anger still buried inside her surge, and her pride roiling at being touched, or even attacked. She all but exploded off the ground with enough force to leave a small crater behind, and slammed into the back of the blue and black woman with enough force to shatter her spine.

Only the howling woman only cursed, and spun around in her grasp to glare down at her, and snarled, "How? You cannot possibly resist our power. Once I call your name…."

"You want a name," Kim snarled. "How about this one? Shut up, bitch," she swore, and punched the woman so hard she went straight up into the sky.

"Be right back," she called down at Shego who was just starting to show signs of life again.

She couldn't even see Ron, and that worried her.

From all she had heard, though, this Banshee was too dangerous to play games with. She was, she now guessed, far more dangerous than even that Parasite.

And that meant she had to do something she had refrained from even with Lurman.

She intercepted the woman before she could fall, or even catch herself since she could now obviously fly, and kept going.

Straight up.

"Funny thing about sound," the more than furious Kim said as she wrapped Electronique in her arms, and accelerated as she headed straight for the edge of the atmosphere. "It doesn't work so well without air!"

"No," the pale woman gasped, looking up, and realizing they were fast running out of atmosphere. "This is impossible! You should be dying! Dead! No one can resist the Banshee's cry! My wail is always lethal when I use your true name!"

"Thought you heard," the still raging part of her snarled as she kept going. "Anything is possi…."

The woman gave an aborted, silent howl of rage, fear, and pain even as they both ran out of air. The difference being that as Kal and Maxima's child, Kim didn't have anything to worry about. Just as she now realized that the name her mother had given her so long ago had likely just saved her life. For the enemy of Team Go had no way of knowing that Kim had not been born with her name. That she had been given another at birth.

Thanks, mom," she found herself thinking even as she looked down at the limp figure that had finally stopped struggling in her arms.

Even as frost began to form over the woman's now all-too-human flesh, she realized something was leaving Electronique's body. She was slowly reverting to normal, leaving her wrapped into torn, and ragged costume that she knew from the past.

She fixed her senses on the woman's body, and realized that while she still lived, she was on the very precipice of dying.

Flying back down into atmosphere before her lungs could burst, or her organs fail, she had to marvel at the woman's endurance when her vitals began to slowly recover with an almost preternatural ability that had to be far from normal.

Still, nothing was left to mark her as Banshee's host.

How she knew that endangering, or even killing the host would drive the spirit away was something she didn't feel like exploring just then, but she was not going to argue with results. Dangling the limp woman's still unconscious body from one hand now, she flew down to find emergency services, and GJ already swarming the scene of the battle.

"Kim," Ron groaned, limping over with a thick bandage on his head, and his left arm in a splint. "You got her?"

"If I could move right now," Shego's familiar growl came from a gurney being rolled to an ambulance, "I would so barbeque that loopy woman right now," she complained.

"You okay," Kim smiled at her.

"I will be. Comet powers, you know. Just need….rest…."

Kim frowned as she suddenly seemed to fade, and her body went limp as her eyes closed.

The paramedic frowned, and began to check her anew, but Kim only smiled.

"Don't worry, guys. She's just resting. Just put her in a room to rest, and her healing powers will have her back to normal in no time."

"Kimberly," Dr. Director said as she came up behind the redhead looking grim.

"You might want to take care of this," the redhead scowled, and dropped the still unconscious blue-skinned woman at the agent's feet.

Dr. Director looked down, and then glanced to her left.

"We already have Parasite in containment. Fortunately, the League left behind some very effective gear from their earlier encounters with the first of its kind."

"Lucky," Kim grunted. "Tell me you have a lead on Jack."

"He's….disappeared. We did find the site of his ritual. And over nine dead men who look….."

The woman's distress told Kim she likely didn't want to know. Still, she could guess.

"Just make sure you find him. I'll be looking, too, though. Meanwhile…."

"You do know, people are going to be all the more concerned about you, Kimberly," Betty stopped her. "You just took on two of the biggest threats ever known, and beat them easily."

"I wouldn't say easily," she said, still feeling the aches in places that surprised her. "I think it was more luck. I reacted instinctively with Francis, or I might have been gone. And I….knew enough about the original Banshee that I had an edge she didn't know about."

"An edge," Dr. Director asked.

"Need to know," Anahida smiled secretly to herself. "And you don't need to know."

"Okay. Okay, I deserved that. But I really do want to work with you, Kimberly. Your new team can do a lot of good…."

"Is this where I get the usual speech, and offers of direction?"

Dr. Director cautiously held her tongue for a moment as Kim looked around.

"This is from guidance and direction," the redhead declared far too positively for Betty's liking. "You overlooked a rogue general exploited by a madman, and let one man unleash dangers on the planet that you should have been stopping before they started. I'm sorry, ma'am, but I trust my team far more than your….experts of late. Team Possible is staying independent this time. We'll accept the League's authority, but only theirs."

"Kimberly….."

"Don't worry. We're still here to help save the world," Ron said as he limped up to join Kim. "We're just going to be doing it in our own inestimable way now."

Kim eyed the lanky ninja, and grinned.

"Okay, who told you to say that," she couldn't help but grin as Betty walked away shaking her head.

"Justine whispered in my ear. Uh, through my Kimmunicator, because, of course, she's still back at the HQ. You know…."

"I get it, Ron," she smiled. "And, I'm glad you are okay."

"Me, too. I mean, I'm glad you're okay, too," he babbled. "I mean, wow. When blue and weirder just yelled your name, I thought for sure you were going down. But then you just….. Wow."

"I'll tell you later. Maybe. It's kind of a family secret."

"Got a few myself," the incarnation of Toshimuru smiled. "So, I understand," he grinned.

"I'm glad you're okay, Ron," he was told again even as Kim glanced after the ambulance carrying Shego.

"Well, we better get to work," Ron sighed as he looked around. "Want me to call in the others?"

Kim looked around the ruined blocks, and nodded.

"We better. I just thought we were kind of through with this kind of chaos after we finally got rid of Warmonga."

"There's always something," Ron told her sagely. "Evil ever rises, whatever it's given shape."

"Sensei told you that one," she grinned now.

"Yeah, well, yeah. But it is a good one. I even understood it. You know, compared to a lot of the other stuff he says."

Kim laughed now, and rose into the air.

"I'll help clean out the car lot down the street while you help the EMTs here check for anyone else injured. Call the Tweebs, and have them coordinate with ERTs in the area."

"Got it," he saluted, and turned to his work as Kim flew off down the street as people began to emerge from hiding again, and cheered her as she passed them.

She smiled, and waved back, and then went to work cleaning up her town once more.

KP

"You aren't worried," Will Du asked as he came into Dr. Director's office to see her watching footage of the cleanup efforts in Middleton by the reinvigorated Team Possible.

While the twins were out, too, and using some very impressive tech, she still saw Dr. Flanner's influence at work in some of their designs.

That, and as capable as they were, the boys were still geared more toward destruction, than not.

"Actually," the one-eyed agent smiled slyly. "Everything worked out just as I wanted."

"You wanted…..?"

"Think, Will. As part of GJ, our backers and superiors would have reigned in Kim, and her team, and tried to pointedly steer them."

"But isn't that….?"

"And eventually alienated, and angered them to the point they might well turn on us. As she is, Kim remains a true hero, and a champion for anyone in need. Which is what our world needs. Has always needed. Kim's new team will be a symbol for the next generation, just as the original League was a symbol for the last."

"With Global Justice cleaning up the mess. Again."

"It's what we do, Will. If you still cannot see that clearly, then I have to question your own resolve."

"I understand that, Dr. Director," Will complained. "It's just… Aren't you taking a risk that Possible won't turn on us anyway? At least under our aegis, we can keep her under observation, and….."

"Limited thinking. Which is what I expect of our superiors, and experts," she told him bluntly now. "Not my best agent."

Will shook his head.

"I will never understand you," he complained.

"And that is why you are not ready to lead," Dr. Director quipped. "Now, anything else?"

"Yes, the Middleton sweep is completed, but we found no trace of Jack Hench, or that grimoire that Electronique mentioned in her recent debriefing. By the way, she was sent back to her old containment cell in SuperMax, and is currently awaiting her new trial for the new charges."

"And Lurman?"

"Still comatose, and showing no signs of any brainwave activity at all. He's a literal vegetable. Whatever Possible did to him, he's completely mindless now."

"Good," Betty nodded firmly.

"Good," Will sputtered. "Ma'am, at the least, she should be charged with…."

"Defending herself? Defending others? How many did that monster kill before he even reached her, Will," Dr. Director now demanded angrily. "How many more would he have killed if he had gained Kimberly's powers as the original often did with Superman? Tell me that, mister," she demanded.

"I….."

"She did us, the world, a favor by putting that monster down. Now, we have to ensure no one else tries replicating Jack's insanity. I want Lurman remanded to the Pit. Full iso-containment procedures at all times during the move, and after. And then I want the key-code to his cryo-tube lost. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he grumbled.

"Good. Then see to it, and then finish those reports. We still have other duties to tend, and word is, there's a new metahuman in China that is showing signs of endangering the world. Forget Kimberly, Will, and focus on your own job. You have no need to continue your foolish envy over a woman that is on our side."

"Envy," he sputtered.

"Back to work, Agent Du," she demanded. "This job isn't finished. Not by a long shot."

"Yes, ma'am," he said somberly, and walked away to carry out his orders.

He would still be keeping an eye on Possible, though.

Just in case.

KP

Jack Hench glanced around carefully before he opened the door of his current hideout, and the faint hum of the electronic defenses keeping him masked from the greater world hummed as the open panel interrupted the flow of current for a moment.

"Inside, fast," he demanded as the lanky Hench in civilian clothes walked into the cabin deep in a certain mountain range far from any civilization.

"It's done, boss," the man nodded firmly. "Just like you said. No one but me knows where that book is now, and no one will be finding it anytime soon."

"Good. Good," Jack nodded still feeling anxious.

More than anxious considering how close to death he had come. He had barely managed to sway Banshee to accept a deal, Possible's death for the book, and since he happened to know that the book couldn't be taken, it had to be freely given, it had been his only edge. Fully expecting to hear of Possible's death, even he had been shocked to hear she had beaten not only his Parasite, but even the demon, he had wisely run. Even he knew better than to risk the book again, though. Not after finding out it was the key to opening earth up to the demon world. The idea of a permanently open gate to the realms of demons just didn't sound profitable. So he wisely chose a means of hiding it away, hopefully forever.

"I put it…."

Jack held up a hand, swearing.

"Not even me, Carl. I told you, tell no one. Not even me. If no one knows, no one can ask. Or read our minds."

"Read our….? People can't do that," the Hench sputtered as Jack slammed the door, and rechecked the electronic masking over his hideout.

"Don't kid yourself, Carl. There are people out there that can literally do the impossible. And I don't even mean her just now. There are others. Many others. Too many others," he scowled. "I thought we could reign them in, or scare them off, but now…."

He shook his head.

"Now, you're sure? Absolutely sure, that no one followed you?"

"No one even knows about this cabin…."

"Not here, idiot," Jack hissed. "To where you hid the book," he seethed. "No one even knows you were…. Uh, wherever you were?"

"No one. I went in at night, hid it, and then got out. Since I kept the chopper on stealth, no one even saw me land, or takeoff. It was like silk, the job went so smooth."

"Good. Good," Jack nodded. "So, you are the only person in the world that knows where that grimoire is hidden."

"That's right, boss. And don't worry, I won't talk."

"Oh, I'm not worried," Jack said as he pulled out a small, yellow pistol that looked like a water gun.

The Hench didn't even have time to scream.

"Not worried at all," he told the small pile of ash that was all that remained of the man before he went to get the vacuum cleaner.

To Be Continued…