Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

One Shall Stand...

The whole world froze.

Kim's feet stopped moving.

She couldn't move where she stood. It was as if time itself had stopped. Every muscle—every limb could not move, except the harsh feeling of her speeding, racing heartbeat.

Her jaw hung wide, with nothing stopping her bottom lip from quivering.

Eric looked her in the eye, with his bloody, terrifying smile. With both hands on the handle of the blade, he violently ripped it out of Ron's chest with a coarse twist. Ron's blood blasted up with the blade and spotted Eric's face in dark crimson.

"No... nonononono.." Kim softly said to herself. Tears rolled down her cheeks, stinging each and every cut and scrape they cake across. But she didn't care.

"NNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Kim screeched to the top of her lungs. She could no longer think. All she could do, is react.

Her feet picked up with amazing speed, almost rivaling even that of Eric's. Her strong legs combined with the enhancements of her battle-suit conquered every feeling of pain she had. It was as if her injuries had diminished completely.

She dashed so fast up to Eric, it caught him off guard. He brought his arms up to stand in a defensive position, but was outmatches by Kim's speed.

She whipped out her sword, slicing Eric's hand completely off. She knew he could just regenerate another one, but she didn't care. She just wanted this to hurt. While he grabbed his wrist and screamed in agony, Kim kicked his knee in, bending in a way it naturally shouldn't.

"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Kim sobbed loudly into his face, as she continued to wail on the agonized man. She then grabbed his arm, and twisted it around his back, shattering his shoulder bone.

"AASUUGGHHH!" He screamed I'm agonized pain. Kim kicked him forward a few feet, to gain some ground on the madman. She thwipped her sword back into her wrist, then harshly clapped her palms together. As she did, the only hand sleeve she had left, molded itself into a cannon-like shape. If she had both sleeves, her hands would have combined into one massive arm cannon.

In the center of the cannon was a bright blue circle in her palm, taking little to no time to charge up. The large hand cannon fired an overwhelming charge of blue energy, so strong it threw Eric crashing into one of the tall office buildings. Once he was completely out of sight, Kim retracted the cannon back into her normal glove shape, and spun around to face Ron.

He laid on the broken up road, eyes closed. Kim wasted no time, as she slid down the elevated piece of torn up concrete and stopped at Ron's body.

"Ron. Ron—RON! Come on say something." She began jabbering, and put one hand under his head, then another on his chest. But he didn't move.

"Ron damn it COME ON!" She screamed with tears.

"RON!"

His eyes finally crested their way open, no more then half eyed. His head weakly rolled over in Kim's hand to look her in the eye. To look her in those bright, beautiful, emerald eyes. One last time.

A small smile crawled its way across his face. "H-how's my hair..." He weakly spoke, causing pain in his chest to even open his mouth. 

"You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay, okay? We're gonna get you outta here, and—and we're gonna—

"Kim—

"And we're gonna take you back to the compound so we can—

"Kim." Ron's strained voice got serious, stopping Kim in her tracks. Neither of them blinked. All they could do was stare at one another, because deep down, Kim knew.