Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

The Price of Peace

"What?...

What is this?

Where am I?"

Kim's thought rushed through her head. She was no longer covered in blood, or dripping wet with rain or covered with a depleted Battle-suit. No, she was just Kim. Kim Possible.

She looked herself up and down. There were no wounds, and she didn't have a collapsing feeling in her legs. Her maroon shirt matched perfectly with her solid black jeans, and white tennis shoes.

"What.. w-what is this?" She finally asked out loud. Her voice echoed loudly in the bright, white nothingness she stood in. But while still confused at the situation she currently stood in, a thought shot through her head. Her eyes bolted open, and she gasped in shock.

That's when she looked down at her stomach. It was completely wound free. She even lifted her shirt up to look for a large gash. But, it was nonexistent. Every memory from her last battle flooded through her brain.

Kim knew she died. She didn't see a bright light, or the Lord himself... or even Ron. She just knew her life left her body entirely. But that meant... was this it? Was this heaven.

"Hello!" Kim loudly shouted, hoping for at least something to change.

Well, she sort of got her wish.

Off in the distance, there it was again. The bright green light she saw as she passed away. She gasped loudly, and covered her face to keep away from the blinding light. Within seconds, the light had reached her. She could feel it's heat radiate against her skin for a brief moment. And then...

Flash.

...

Kim kept her arm over her face, to keep from being blinded. But there was no feeling of heat. No feeling of radiation almost burning on her skin. Or heard the echoing and buzzing in her ear.

Instead, she felt wet. She was soaked, and felt more and more drops hitting her tense skin. There wasn't a blinding light illuminating through her eye lids, but a dim, colorless moonlight. And the sound, the sound was sound like rain hitting a tin roof. Lighting. However, it was all muffled. There was even a scream for her name, but she didn't know what or who.

The sound slowly came back to her, and finished with the popping of her ears. It all finally sounded so clear.

"Kim!" She faintly heard.

"KIM!" The screaming got louder.

"Kim—STOP!"

It almost sounded like... Ron?

She was scared of what was happening. But she couldn't hide from it. She never hid from anything. With all the fear she had, she still finally took the arm away from her face, and slowly opened her eyes. She looked around for a moment, before finally realizing where she was.

She gasped in fear, and heard Ron scream for her again.

"STOP KIM! YOU HAVE TO STOP NOW!" His old, high pitched scream sounded over the pounding rain. She couldn't believe what was happening. It was impossible.

Around her, was the landing zone of an island. Drakken's Island. Where his old hidden lair was. Ron was behind her, wrapped up in a large corded net. He couldn't run up to her, as she sat straddled on something. Someone.

She knew exactly where she was, which is why she was terrified to look down between her legs. She vigorously shook, as she slowly looked down to the ground. And to no surprise, her suspicions were correct.