Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

The New Age

It had been nearly 2 years since I'd seen Ron. And saying his absence took a toll on the team... well... would be an understatement.

Slowly the requests for Team Possible were declining. I was always considered the heart of the team. The one who always got her hands dirty and always did most of the work. Hell, I was even told Ron was useless to the team.

But they didn't know how wrong they were. And sadly enough, neither did I.

Ron was just as important to Team Possible as I was. Ron was the heart and soul of the team, not me. And the thing is...

It took me too long to realize it.

The world had changed when Team Possible stopped saving it.

Then it changed again not much after...

The age of meta humans and enhanced beings had began. After Team Go had disbanded, the number of super-powered people had increased exponentially. This was a world I didn't recognize. A world I was not used to.

The need for people like us had dropped less, and less. I mean, why have a team of powerless teenagers save you when the likes of colorful capes or that glowing green guy can do it? We became useless to the people. Obsolete.

No one cared about Kim Possible saving the world.
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Two Years Ago..
3 Weeks After Eric's Arrest
London, England

Kim sat on the roof of an urban thrift store, taking cover behind its large billboard. Bullets peppered around her, some now started to dent the sign and pierce through it.

The teen wasn't frightened, but frustrated. She couldn't seem to find a way out of this one. She was cornered, and she knew it.

She had a torn left sleeve with a sloppily placed bandage over her arm. It was clearly placed on it while she was in heated combat, hint why it looked like it was thrown together so fast. She wore her classic black sweater and cargo pants. She no longer wanted to wear her new attire, since Ron wasn't with her anymore. It didn't feel like Team Possible.

Her entire right glove was missing, with the right one torn beyond repair. Cuts and scraps covered both her arms and hands. She was exhausted, and out of breath.

She never realized doing the vigilante shtick by herself would be so difficult without someone to watch her back. Ron may have been a goof, but he was a damn reliable one. He always watched her back.

Panting, she reached in her side pocket and pulled out a small blue device. The classic Kimmunicator.

"Wade!" She yelled over the bullet fire. The screen immediately flicked on, with the young boy appearing on the screen at his usual setup. "Kim! What's happening! I can't hear anything!" He shouted back, trying to hear even himself speak.

"Wait, are those—

"Bullets, Wade! They're bullets! These thugs had more numbers than I predicted! I need an exit, and I need it NOW!" She yelled again, quickly dropping to her side as the bullets blew through the spot where her head was only seconds before.

"I don't know what to do! You're stuck on a roof, Kim! How high up are you?"

The girl reached over the edge of the building, and showed the young genius how tall the building was. It was very high, but it definitely wouldn't feel good if she jumped.

"That's a least three stories. Can you run any direction? At all?"

"No! They have me completely pinned! And my cover is about to be blown apart! I'm screwed here!" She ducked her head again, as one flew right passed her ear. It made her ear ring for a brief moment, no longer hearing anything to her left. Then, she saw the shadow of the billboard start to grow longer. She quickly looked back up in shock, and saw it falling towards her.