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Crumbs

Author: The Humbug

Disclaimer: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. You can blame the rest of this on me.
Rating: PG-13 for combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction and is set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. It is a sequel to ‘A Cookie For Ecclesiastes’ and you really, REALLY need to read that story first. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. The KP version of The Supreme One as well as the ruined Shego is my idea. WARNING: Some parts are a little dark.

Crumbs / Four

“Have we made contact yet?”

“The signal’s been received, sir!” Rufus 2704 checked the readings. “We’ve boosted it with every last bit of energy we have. What now?” Being unable to securely project and stabilize a time portal so that they could send physical reinforcements, the naked mole rats from the future did the next best thing; they would contact and warm Team Possible of what had happened.

But then they would be on their own.

“Hold it steady and don’t lose the connection, no matter what happens!” The short and buff form of Rufus 3000 called out from behind the large dressing room mirror. “I’m almost ready!”

One major concern was that while the rodents had information of dire importance to relay to the heroes, there was a need for anonymity to preserve the timeline. They had broken that rule when Rufus 3000 traveled to the past to visit Kasy and Sheki a few relative months previous, but they dare not risk the integrity of the timeline through too many visits. Therefore it was decided that Rufus 3000 would wear a disguise this time.

“So who should it be?” There had been a quick discussion in what little time they had. “Who would be the most appropriate person to be contacting ‘The Beloved KP’?”

“Consult the ancient records!” Several huge tomes were brought forth and the fragile pages were carefully inspected. “There are many references to a ‘Doctor Director’! Maybe a call from this person would be suitable?”

“What sort of name is ‘Doctor Director’?” Rufus 3000 had frowned. “It sounds pretty redundant to me.”

“But what shall we do? There is so little time!”

“Agreed! Make one last check of the ancient records and also cross reference the title of ‘Doctor’ with whatever best parallels this sitch.” They scattered to their tasks

In the end, there was only one possibility.

“Well, what do you think?” Rufus 3000 walked out from around the mirror and held out his arms, turning so that all present could see him. The others inspected him curiously.

“Who are you supposed to be?”

“That’s right.”

“What?”

“Not what. Who.”

“You’re who?”

“Yes.” They shook their heads and gave up, letting him by to hurry over to the console.

“Hey!” One of the junior-grade attending Rufus’ ran in from the wardrobe storage closet holding a set of false dentures. “He forgot these!” The naked mole rat was quickly calmed down by one of his cohorts.

“Believe us, we’ve seen images of the human Rufus 3000 is hoping to masquerade as… his own teeth will do just fine.” They watched in concern as their superior positioned himself in front of the picto-recorder and waited for the countdown. A Rufus in the mid-200’s adjusted a tiny headset and nodded.

“Ok, you’re on in 5… 4… 3… 2… “ A single digit signified the final numeral and transmission began.

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“Kimmie, tell them we’re busy. Better yet, don’t answer it.”

“But they’re all ringing!”

“I don’t care! Ignore them all!”

“It could be them, or someone calling about them!” Kim activated her Kimmunicator to an unfamiliar face. She and her wife stared at it, bewildered.

It was impossible to get a true idea of scale on the miniscule screen, but the image was of a humanoid figure wearing a long dark coat over tweed vest and white shirt. The facial features were almost totally obscured by a long multi-colored scarf that was wrapped around the neck and a full head of curly brown hair that almost covered the eyes. There was also a huge set of pearly white teeth grinning hesitantly out at them.

“Hello!”

The women glanced at each other in puzzlement.

“Um, hello.”

“Kimmie, hang up!”

“Don’t you want to know why he’s calling us first?”

“It’s not Wade or anyone else from ‘GJ’ and we need to find the girls, so pretty please with sugar on top, please hang up the damn thing and let’s get going!”

“Um, excuse me, but it is about your children that I am calling you.” The figure on the screen seemed frantic to get their attention. “Will you please listen?”

“Spill, or so help me…”

“Shego, maybe he’s calling to help!”

“Do we know this guy? No! He’s probably a new villain.” Shego glared down at the image on the screen. “Are you going to tell us where our babies are or do I hunt you down and give you a plasma enema?”

“He looks familiar, somehow.” Kim wracked her brain. “I think that my cousin Larry had a picture of him in his room!”

“Please! Please listen to me!” The figure shouted to get their attention. “I am a friend, but… but I cannot help you in person. I do know what’s happened to your daughters, though!” The scarf kept getting in his way and the mysterious figure kept tugging it down. “They are safe for now but the rest of the world won’t be if you don’t get involved.”

“What’s the sitch?” Kim had slipped into mission mode as quickly as that, calming her fears and sharpening her mind. The strange figure on the tiny screen nodded with satisfaction; separated by several hundred years but only a block down the street, Rufus 3000 knew that their chances of hope had increased a hundredfold.

“Your children were taken from their beds late last night by two assailants. Again, I stress to you that Kasy and Sheki are well!” He tugged the scarf down again. “The enemy is deadly and they… they know everything that you know.”

“Huh?”

“What?” The statement seemed to imply something more deeply sinister than the obvious. “What does that mean? Do we know them?”

“Yes… yes you do know them. And when I say that they know everything that you know, I mean exactly that!” The odd person huffed in frustration. “The girls have been taken to an old lair outside of town. The Mighty Shego knows of where I speak.”

Shego’s face wore an expression that Kim could not read.

“Please, time is of the essence, you must…” The tiny screen went blank. Exactly one heartbeat later, the older members of Team Possible were running upstairs to locate their mission clothes.

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“I just hope that they can handle what they’re about to face.” Rufus 3000 divested himself of his disguise.

“Why didn’t you just tell them about the Supreme One?” The naked mole rat politely waited as his superior unwound the scarf and removed the coat and vest. “And who the Supreme One is?”

“Because I didn’t think that they would believe me. The only encounter that either human has had with our kind is from a timeline that was severed and the future sequence of events made to collapse. And anyway, ‘The Mighty Shego’ was the Supreme One in that future, not ‘The Beloved KP’.”

“So what do we do now?”

Rufus 3000 look at him, he looked around the large room at all of them.

“We pray.”

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Kasy was cold and this brought her out of her drug-induced sleep. She rolled over while still nestled in her semi-conscious state and reached out for her blankets. The narcotic had been strong, very strong, and while it had eventually been metabolized by her enhanced physical makeup it had been powerful enough to keep her and her sister out for hours. A normal human without the benefits of their special abilities would either still be unconscious or dead from heart failure.

The little redhead forced herself up onto one elbow and cracked open her eyes. The room was dark. Blinking repeatedly didn’t improve the sitch but it did bring into focus some tiny clusters of colored lights a few yards away. The realization that this was not her bedroom was reinforced further when she touched the coarse, gritty mattress that she had been sleeping on and noticed that it didn’t seem to have been outfitted with a set of blankets, hence the chill.

The good news was that she wasn’t alone.

“Sheki!” Her twin was lying beside her on the padding, apparently asleep and barely visible in the gloom. “Sheki, wake up!”

“Nnnnnn…” The other girl stirred. “… five more minutes, Mommy, please…”

“No, Shek, you’ve got to get up…” Kasy could see no other details in the black void except for the multicolored lights. They were small and mounted on a flattened panel, some blinking and some continuously lit. “Now!”

“Kasy?” She groaned and slid her hand up to her neck, prodding at the skin. “Where’s Mommy?” The little girl with the long black hair opened her eyes but otherwise did not move.

“Mommy?”

“I remember her talking to me…I think… but this isn’t our bedroom.” She moved a little and rubbed at her neck again. “Ow…”

“Shek, what’s wrong?”

“My neck hurts.” Sheki pulled herself up into a sitting position on the mattress. Kasy hadn’t noticed a similar burning because of her uncomfortable awakening but now that her sister mentioned it…

“Mine, too.” She felt her own flesh; the skin was unbroken but felt slightly tender and itchy, like a bee sting. There might have even been welts on the skin, but they usually didn’t get welts or inflammations because of their shared healing ability. “Did you say that Mom was here?”

“Yeah… she came into our room.” The girl roused herself and scooted closer to her sister. “Hey, where are we?”

“I got nothing.” Kasy wondered what lay beyond the edge of the mattress. “Maybe we should…”

“Shield your eyes, girls, I’m going to turn on the lights.”

Recognition of their Mommy’s voice was overridden by the harsh glare that suddenly rained down from a row of spotlights far above their heads. They screwed their eyes shut against the bright light and covered their faces as they huddled together, removing their hands slowly and only when the light seeping through their fingers had allowed their pupils to dilate sufficiently.

That this was not their bedroom was heartily confirmed. It was a large and cluttered room with machines and nameless devices occupying much of the floor space. Their first actual sight had been of their mattress as they uncovered their eyes and it looked every bit as filthy and dirty as it had felt beneath their hands. The chamber itself was no better appointed; water pooled in places and chunks of what must have been ceiling littered the floor, even to the point of having fallen on and damaging some of the machinery.

The silhouette standing before them blotted out a little of the blinding light, so they focused on that. The shape was joyously familiar and comforting. If she was here, so not the drama!

“Mom…?”

“Mommy?”

“Yes, darlings, I’m here.” The form was slender and petite, standing before them with her hands on her hips and her bearing regal. The blue and white suit that she wore clung to her figure like a second skin and the brilliant blue cape hung from her shoulders and blocked more of the harsh light. “You girls have been through a lot… so, so much.” She knelt down to bring herself eye level with the twins and the horror of true recognition set in.

“… so much…”

Sheki couldn’t tear her eyes away from the woman but Kasy reacted to the second voice, or had it merely been an echo? She returned her stare to the redhead kneeling down before them, the faintest hints of gray starting to interweave with the fiery tresses, the tiniest of lines creasing the older woman’s lips and eyes. The face was more than familiar; they saw it every day of their lives and looked forward to the laughter that often floated from that perfect mouth. But this face was harder, leaner.

“I do not know how this miracle has come to pass but we are together again, the four of us.” She smiled at them and again the second voice could be heard.

“… together…”

“I would have believed the world to have ended.”

“… the end of the world…” The second voice was definitely not an echo.

“And yet I live and, what’s more, you two have been returned to me!” Kasy shivered as the woman raised her hands to cup their chins; Sheki at least had the benefit of a real hand formed of flesh and bone but the one under Kasy’s jaw was a segmented metallic simulacrum that hummed with artificial life but shed no human warmth. The wrought fingers flexed and clicked.

“I know not what forces have conspired to take and hide you from me all these long years…” The semblance of kindness drained slowly from the face.

“… years of emptiness…”

Was there someone behind them in the dark?

“But the cowardly usurpers who have falsely guised themselves as your rightful sires have made a dreadful mistake!” A deadly green fire poured from the woman’s eyes. More sound from the darkness behind them, fabric against concrete in the shadows.

“… back in our loving arms…”

“I have reclaimed you in silence but will wreak my vengeance upon the deceivers with great fury!” The slender woman seemed to forget that the girls were even there as she rose to her feet and the overhead lights made her hair flow as if her face were sheathed in a halo of fire.

Kasy and Sheki had last seen this woman just a few short weeks ago when the twins had made a brief foray into the future, a trip of fifteen years to be exact, their escort being a naked mole rat that had claimed to be the genetically advanced descendant of Rufus. While there, they had watched this woman torture and order the execution of one of their mothers’ oldest friends and allies.

The woman that they had called ‘Mommy’ all of their lives and that the rest of the world called Kimberly Ann Possible raised her right fist in triumph; it flared with green death as a plasma field burst into existence.

“They will know death at the hands of the Supreme One!”

“… all praise the majesty and holy wisdom of the Supreme One…” The ghostly voice was directly behind them now. Even in the face of this nightmare, the twins turned to look back over their shoulders at the second woman that had slowly crept out of the darkness.

She was tall and razor thin, wearing no clothes that they could discern but shrouded from head to foot in a simple white sheet. What little they could see of her skin was bone white with hints of green and her feet were indeed bare and they could barely see the top of her head; the scalp was almost shorn, what little hair remained was as white as the skin. The only other features that marked her were her emerald eyes, exact duplicates of the other three sets in this ruined chamber, and her wounds. The visible flesh was scarred, enflamed and obviously infected in places; the girls could smell the sickness upon her and see the damage that could only have been caused through years of mutilation, self-inflicted or otherwise. One leg was cocked outward and dragged while one arm was twisted in an odd way at the elbow and the back was slightly humped as if the spine itself were no longer straight. Even the neck was bent, holding the head askew.

“… darlings…”

The voice would have been at home in a crypt. It was all the girls could do not to throw up.

To Be Continued...

Description
Crumbs

Author: The Humbug

Disclaimer: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. You can blame the rest of this on me.
Rating: PG-13 for combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction and is set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. It is a sequel to ‘A Cookie For Ecclesiastes’ and you really, REALLY need to read that story first. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. The KP version of The Supreme One as well as the ruined Shego is my idea. WARNING: Some parts are a little dark.

Crumbs / Four

“Have we made contact yet?”

“The signal’s been received, sir!” Rufus 2704 checked the readings. “We’ve boosted it with every last bit of energy we have. What now?” Being unable to securely project and stabilize a time portal so that they could send physical reinforcements, the naked mole rats from the future did the next best thing; they would contact and warm Team Possible of what had happened.

But then they would be on their own.

“Hold it steady and don’t lose the connection, no matter what happens!” The short and buff form of Rufus 3000 called out from behind the large dressing room mirror. “I’m almost ready!”

One major concern was that while the rodents had information of dire importance to relay to the heroes, there was a need for anonymity to preserve the timeline. They had broken that rule when Rufus 3000 traveled to the past to visit Kasy and Sheki a few relative months previous, but they dare not risk the integrity of the timeline through too many visits. Therefore it was decided that Rufus 3000 would wear a disguise this time.

“So who should it be?” There had been a quick discussion in what little time they had. “Who would be the most appropriate person to be contacting ‘The Beloved KP’?”

“Consult the ancient records!” Several huge tomes were brought forth and the fragile pages were carefully inspected. “There are many references to a ‘Doctor Director’! Maybe a call from this person would be suitable?”

“What sort of name is ‘Doctor Director’?” Rufus 3000 had frowned. “It sounds pretty redundant to me.”

“But what shall we do? There is so little time!”

“Agreed! Make one last check of the ancient records and also cross reference the title of ‘Doctor’ with whatever best parallels this sitch.” They scattered to their tasks

In the end, there was only one possibility.

“Well, what do you think?” Rufus 3000 walked out from around the mirror and held out his arms, turning so that all present could see him. The others inspected him curiously.

“Who are you supposed to be?”

“That’s right.”

“What?”

“Not what. Who.”

“You’re who?”

“Yes.” They shook their heads and gave up, letting him by to hurry over to the console.

“Hey!” One of the junior-grade attending Rufus’ ran in from the wardrobe storage closet holding a set of false dentures. “He forgot these!” The naked mole rat was quickly calmed down by one of his cohorts.

“Believe us, we’ve seen images of the human Rufus 3000 is hoping to masquerade as… his own teeth will do just fine.” They watched in concern as their superior positioned himself in front of the picto-recorder and waited for the countdown. A Rufus in the mid-200’s adjusted a tiny headset and nodded.

“Ok, you’re on in 5… 4… 3… 2… “ A single digit signified the final numeral and transmission began.

88888888

“Kimmie, tell them we’re busy. Better yet, don’t answer it.”

“But they’re all ringing!”

“I don’t care! Ignore them all!”

“It could be them, or someone calling about them!” Kim activated her Kimmunicator to an unfamiliar face. She and her wife stared at it, bewildered.

It was impossible to get a true idea of scale on the miniscule screen, but the image was of a humanoid figure wearing a long dark coat over tweed vest and white shirt. The facial features were almost totally obscured by a long multi-colored scarf that was wrapped around the neck and a full head of curly brown hair that almost covered the eyes. There was also a huge set of pearly white teeth grinning hesitantly out at them.

“Hello!”

The women glanced at each other in puzzlement.

“Um, hello.”

“Kimmie, hang up!”

“Don’t you want to know why he’s calling us first?”

“It’s not Wade or anyone else from ‘GJ’ and we need to find the girls, so pretty please with sugar on top, please hang up the damn thing and let’s get going!”

“Um, excuse me, but it is about your children that I am calling you.” The figure on the screen seemed frantic to get their attention. “Will you please listen?”

“Spill, or so help me…”

“Shego, maybe he’s calling to help!”

“Do we know this guy? No! He’s probably a new villain.” Shego glared down at the image on the screen. “Are you going to tell us where our babies are or do I hunt you down and give you a plasma enema?”

“He looks familiar, somehow.” Kim wracked her brain. “I think that my cousin Larry had a picture of him in his room!”

“Please! Please listen to me!” The figure shouted to get their attention. “I am a friend, but… but I cannot help you in person. I do know what’s happened to your daughters, though!” The scarf kept getting in his way and the mysterious figure kept tugging it down. “They are safe for now but the rest of the world won’t be if you don’t get involved.”

“What’s the sitch?” Kim had slipped into mission mode as quickly as that, calming her fears and sharpening her mind. The strange figure on the tiny screen nodded with satisfaction; separated by several hundred years but only a block down the street, Rufus 3000 knew that their chances of hope had increased a hundredfold.

“Your children were taken from their beds late last night by two assailants. Again, I stress to you that Kasy and Sheki are well!” He tugged the scarf down again. “The enemy is deadly and they… they know everything that you know.”

“Huh?”

“What?” The statement seemed to imply something more deeply sinister than the obvious. “What does that mean? Do we know them?”

“Yes… yes you do know them. And when I say that they know everything that you know, I mean exactly that!” The odd person huffed in frustration. “The girls have been taken to an old lair outside of town. The Mighty Shego knows of where I speak.”

Shego’s face wore an expression that Kim could not read.

“Please, time is of the essence, you must…” The tiny screen went blank. Exactly one heartbeat later, the older members of Team Possible were running upstairs to locate their mission clothes.

88888888

“I just hope that they can handle what they’re about to face.” Rufus 3000 divested himself of his disguise.

“Why didn’t you just tell them about the Supreme One?” The naked mole rat politely waited as his superior unwound the scarf and removed the coat and vest. “And who the Supreme One is?”

“Because I didn’t think that they would believe me. The only encounter that either human has had with our kind is from a timeline that was severed and the future sequence of events made to collapse. And anyway, ‘The Mighty Shego’ was the Supreme One in that future, not ‘The Beloved KP’.”

“So what do we do now?”

Rufus 3000 look at him, he looked around the large room at all of them.

“We pray.”

88888888

Kasy was cold and this brought her out of her drug-induced sleep. She rolled over while still nestled in her semi-conscious state and reached out for her blankets. The narcotic had been strong, very strong, and while it had eventually been metabolized by her enhanced physical makeup it had been powerful enough to keep her and her sister out for hours. A normal human without the benefits of their special abilities would either still be unconscious or dead from heart failure.

The little redhead forced herself up onto one elbow and cracked open her eyes. The room was dark. Blinking repeatedly didn’t improve the sitch but it did bring into focus some tiny clusters of colored lights a few yards away. The realization that this was not her bedroom was reinforced further when she touched the coarse, gritty mattress that she had been sleeping on and noticed that it didn’t seem to have been outfitted with a set of blankets, hence the chill.

The good news was that she wasn’t alone.

“Sheki!” Her twin was lying beside her on the padding, apparently asleep and barely visible in the gloom. “Sheki, wake up!”

“Nnnnnn…” The other girl stirred. “… five more minutes, Mommy, please…”

“No, Shek, you’ve got to get up…” Kasy could see no other details in the black void except for the multicolored lights. They were small and mounted on a flattened panel, some blinking and some continuously lit. “Now!”

“Kasy?” She groaned and slid her hand up to her neck, prodding at the skin. “Where’s Mommy?” The little girl with the long black hair opened her eyes but otherwise did not move.

“Mommy?”

“I remember her talking to me…I think… but this isn’t our bedroom.” She moved a little and rubbed at her neck again. “Ow…”

“Shek, what’s wrong?”

“My neck hurts.” Sheki pulled herself up into a sitting position on the mattress. Kasy hadn’t noticed a similar burning because of her uncomfortable awakening but now that her sister mentioned it…

“Mine, too.” She felt her own flesh; the skin was unbroken but felt slightly tender and itchy, like a bee sting. There might have even been welts on the skin, but they usually didn’t get welts or inflammations because of their shared healing ability. “Did you say that Mom was here?”

“Yeah… she came into our room.” The girl roused herself and scooted closer to her sister. “Hey, where are we?”

“I got nothing.” Kasy wondered what lay beyond the edge of the mattress. “Maybe we should…”

“Shield your eyes, girls, I’m going to turn on the lights.”

Recognition of their Mommy’s voice was overridden by the harsh glare that suddenly rained down from a row of spotlights far above their heads. They screwed their eyes shut against the bright light and covered their faces as they huddled together, removing their hands slowly and only when the light seeping through their fingers had allowed their pupils to dilate sufficiently.

That this was not their bedroom was heartily confirmed. It was a large and cluttered room with machines and nameless devices occupying much of the floor space. Their first actual sight had been of their mattress as they uncovered their eyes and it looked every bit as filthy and dirty as it had felt beneath their hands. The chamber itself was no better appointed; water pooled in places and chunks of what must have been ceiling littered the floor, even to the point of having fallen on and damaging some of the machinery.

The silhouette standing before them blotted out a little of the blinding light, so they focused on that. The shape was joyously familiar and comforting. If she was here, so not the drama!

“Mom…?”

“Mommy?”

“Yes, darlings, I’m here.” The form was slender and petite, standing before them with her hands on her hips and her bearing regal. The blue and white suit that she wore clung to her figure like a second skin and the brilliant blue cape hung from her shoulders and blocked more of the harsh light. “You girls have been through a lot… so, so much.” She knelt down to bring herself eye level with the twins and the horror of true recognition set in.

“… so much…”

Sheki couldn’t tear her eyes away from the woman but Kasy reacted to the second voice, or had it merely been an echo? She returned her stare to the redhead kneeling down before them, the faintest hints of gray starting to interweave with the fiery tresses, the tiniest of lines creasing the older woman’s lips and eyes. The face was more than familiar; they saw it every day of their lives and looked forward to the laughter that often floated from that perfect mouth. But this face was harder, leaner.

“I do not know how this miracle has come to pass but we are together again, the four of us.” She smiled at them and again the second voice could be heard.

“… together…”

“I would have believed the world to have ended.”

“… the end of the world…” The second voice was definitely not an echo.

“And yet I live and, what’s more, you two have been returned to me!” Kasy shivered as the woman raised her hands to cup their chins; Sheki at least had the benefit of a real hand formed of flesh and bone but the one under Kasy’s jaw was a segmented metallic simulacrum that hummed with artificial life but shed no human warmth. The wrought fingers flexed and clicked.

“I know not what forces have conspired to take and hide you from me all these long years…” The semblance of kindness drained slowly from the face.

“… years of emptiness…”

Was there someone behind them in the dark?

“But the cowardly usurpers who have falsely guised themselves as your rightful sires have made a dreadful mistake!” A deadly green fire poured from the woman’s eyes. More sound from the darkness behind them, fabric against concrete in the shadows.

“… back in our loving arms…”

“I have reclaimed you in silence but will wreak my vengeance upon the deceivers with great fury!” The slender woman seemed to forget that the girls were even there as she rose to her feet and the overhead lights made her hair flow as if her face were sheathed in a halo of fire.

Kasy and Sheki had last seen this woman just a few short weeks ago when the twins had made a brief foray into the future, a trip of fifteen years to be exact, their escort being a naked mole rat that had claimed to be the genetically advanced descendant of Rufus. While there, they had watched this woman torture and order the execution of one of their mothers’ oldest friends and allies.

The woman that they had called ‘Mommy’ all of their lives and that the rest of the world called Kimberly Ann Possible raised her right fist in triumph; it flared with green death as a plasma field burst into existence.

“They will know death at the hands of the Supreme One!”

“… all praise the majesty and holy wisdom of the Supreme One…” The ghostly voice was directly behind them now. Even in the face of this nightmare, the twins turned to look back over their shoulders at the second woman that had slowly crept out of the darkness.

She was tall and razor thin, wearing no clothes that they could discern but shrouded from head to foot in a simple white sheet. What little they could see of her skin was bone white with hints of green and her feet were indeed bare and they could barely see the top of her head; the scalp was almost shorn, what little hair remained was as white as the skin. The only other features that marked her were her emerald eyes, exact duplicates of the other three sets in this ruined chamber, and her wounds. The visible flesh was scarred, enflamed and obviously infected in places; the girls could smell the sickness upon her and see the damage that could only have been caused through years of mutilation, self-inflicted or otherwise. One leg was cocked outward and dragged while one arm was twisted in an odd way at the elbow and the back was slightly humped as if the spine itself were no longer straight. Even the neck was bent, holding the head askew.

“… darlings…”

The voice would have been at home in a crypt. It was all the girls could do not to throw up.

To Be Continued...