Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

Cold Errand

January 15th
7:33 PM
Will Du's Secret Safehouse

Will was sitting in the cozy recliner in front of the tv. He wrapped his arm in gauze tape while eyeing the television. Although he wasn't really watching it, noting how he was just focused on healing the scraped up parts of his body. And surely a perfectionist like himself didn't enjoy some cheesy show like Friends.

His concentration became lost after the front door slammed open. Nearly the entire penthouse shook as the metal handle of the door smacked into the wall, a small dent being left in marble wall tiling.

Will, annoyed, turned and looked at the entrance. Eric was standing in the doorway, looking like he just crawled out of a deep, deep, hole. Damn did he look dirty. He still wore his torn up black infiltration gear from the highway battle, half of it torn beyond repair.

Will just rolled his eyes, and went back to healing himself.

"So, yeah.... that went well." Ex-Agent Du retorted sarcastically, finishing up on wrapping his arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Du." Eric said casually, as he unstrapped the black SWAT vest and tossed it on the floor. He proceeded to his quarters and shut the door behind him. As soon as he heard the latch click, he turned around and looked at the window. It was dark outside, brightly showcasing the beautiful starry sky. He walked over, and shut the blinds by their designated strings.

He calmly turned his head, and double checked to make sure the door was locked.

Finally. Alone.

Eric physically ripped off the remains of his torn up shirt, and dropped the shreds down on the floor next to him. His masculine and bulky physique showcasing recent injuries he had gathered from his little skirmish on the highway. But he wasn't double checking the room just to make sure he could get undressed. No, now that he was alone he was safe to pull out the mysterious item in his pocket.

He reached into his torn cargo pants, and pulled out a small, glowing green piece of rock. It was warm to the touch with radiation, glowing even brighter with human contact. It was a small remnant of the comet he had stolen, which nobody but himself was aware of. He stared at the rock curiously, then looked down at his chest. The large gash covered in dried blood slit across both of his pecks caught his attention. Curious, he raised the green rock up to his chest right next to the gaping hole.

He started feeling a sharp, stinging pain. The open gash in his chest, was actually starting to heal itself. How was this? Eric watched in awe, seeing the scar completely clear up, smoothing the skin over his chest.

But, there was a cost.

The wound was healed, yes. But it left behind a scar. When Eric finally noticed, his face suddenly dropped. He had hoped this new ability would fix his face. The scars and cuts and marks that Kim Possible had given him the night she defeated him. Not to mention the long slash along the middle of his face given to him by Dr. Director before her death.

"Damn it!" He yelled to himself, and squeezed the crystalized rock in his hand. It crushed with the inhumane strength his possessed, and sprinkled out onto the floor, into sparkling dust.

"I just need more..." He then said to himself, looking back down at his chest. "No... I need it all.." His distraught face, slowly began rising into a grin.
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11:36 PM
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Downtown Los Angeles

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