Kim Possible: A Beautiful Death

I Won't Back Down

Kim looked around in shock, knowing the evil spirit had to be lurking around. She knew he couldn't cloak—not because she knew anything about him—but because if he had the ability of invisibility, he would have used it by now. She then whipped her wrist out again, extending her battle blade.

The longer she had to think about it attacking her, the more paranoid she got.

Let's not forgot, this is Kim Possible. Paranoia was almost a myth for her.

Every second that passed, felt like minutes. If he was going to sneak attack, where was he going to strike? And how? Her body couldn't take much more. Not from just fighting, but from exhaustion. Along with broke ribs, she could definitely add concussion and intense scarring to the list of injuries she was positive she had. Not even including the mass amount of blood loss. She'd be lucky if she was even able to walk when this was all over.

But as she began to overthink where the beast was going to strike, one specific thing infiltrated her thought.

Ron.

She gasped loudly, as she turned around in Ron and Drakken's direction in fear. Completely ignoring the inevitable attack from the Reaver, she had forgotten about the love of her life that just saved her entire family.

The duo was too far away to make anything about, but it was still very clear Ron was the one lying in the snow, and Drakken was the one above him. She could tell he had Ron in some sort of brutal hold that Ron couldn't escape.

She quickly pressed another button on her belt, and felt her glove change form. Within seconds, it molded itself into an enhanced pair of binoculars. As Kim looked through the red lens, she instantly zoomed in on their fight.

She saw Drakken's hands clenching on his arms with death grips, while he dug his foot into his back. All while pulling back on his arms. She could tell the poor teen was screaming in agony, seeing his eyes clenched tight with his jaw stretched out as far as it could go. Most of his face was covered in blood, if not scratches and cuts.

Kim's eye and swollen eye shot open as far as they could, as she dropped her jaw in fear. Unhesitatingly she swung her arm back down, ignoring the feeling of glove change back into... well, a glove.

"RON!" She screamed to the top of her voice. There was no way out of this one for her BFBF. She herself would have a struggle getting free of that grip.

As soon as she began to take a step forward and run to aid the love of her life, she felt four sharp claws dig into her back.

"AAHHHHHH!" She screamed in bloody agony, as the slash threw her to the ground. The falling snow on her fresh cuts stung with each flake that touched. But even with her suit, something felt wrong. While she was moaning and groaning over the new additions to her injuries, she noticed something was off. She didn't feel the suit regenerate like it had usually done.

"Would you look at that... your little combat outfit isn't functioning properly." She heard a deep, demonic chuckle behind her. Still hyperventilating trying to slow her breathing, she turned around, shaking. The Reaver stood right behind her—his claws now dripping with the teen's blood. He then reached down, and picked her up by her collar. She ripped her from the ground, and vigorously yanked her to look him in the eye.

"Did you really think this would end with me? No. Look around you, child. All this death— all this suffering—follows you everywhere. If you had the slightest chance to kill me it would change nothing!" He smirked in her face.

She looked around at all the destruction. Bodies, blood, even more fighting around them. The streets were filled with nothing but hate. These were people who only days ago were getting ready for Christmas, were now fighting Was he right? Did she drag destruction everywhere she went? After all, they weren't just fighting for their rights to live, but fighting to help Team Possible.