A.N.

You must be wondering about the strange title for the final chapter of a tragic story!

Read on and you'll know why.

This was in fact due to be posted last weekend, but I really wanted make sure I had everything explained clearly and harmonically.

And thus, I now leave you with the final chapter of Kim's Empire.

Enjoy!

Chapter 15- All is forgiven.

Ron browsed through the teen clothes section in Smarty Mart. Analyzing what would mostly suit his taste and still look good for the upcoming prom. Rufus on his shoulder, Ron hoped his little buddy could help him make the wisest decision. He held up a pair of beige cargos that looked strikingly familiar.

"What do you think, Rufus?" he proudly presented.

Rufus placed a hand on his chin and took a moment to think. He then smiled and cheerfully raised a thumb in approval.

"Boo-yah!" Ron placed the pants in his cart and was about to head to the counter when suddenly a familiar character appeared in his way.

"Larry?" Ron gasped, "Dude, it's been a while since I've seen you."

"Hey Ronald" He greeted, "Yeah, been busy with fan conventions and stuff, how's the saving the world business going with you?"

"It's been alright." Ron smiled.

"Listen Ronald, our meet up here was not a coincidence, I need your help."

"Oh, okay, let me go fetch Kim and I'll…"

"No!" Larry intruded, "I don't want you to disturb my cousin."

"I'm sure she won't mind."

"I insist…" Larry hesitated for a moment, "It's a guy thing."

Ron's face twisted into a grimace, "Alright…if you insist."

Ron's jaw dropped as soon as the two entered Larry's room. A huge pod, the size of a bed, lay on the floor, "What the heck is this?"

Suddenly the door shut behind him, and Ron found himself flinching as Larry thrust a needle into his arm, "It's a containment chamber, for you."

"Ow! What are you doing?" Ron cried as he pulled his arm away.

"Sorry Ronald." Larry spoke resentfully, "It has to be done."

Suddenly, the world began to spin and everything became a smudge. Ron felt his head hit the floor and slowly fell asleep.

Ron shook his head as he searched for Kim. That last rumble of the building had caused something from the back of his mind to flash in front of his eyes. When he last saw Kim fall he knew she must've got hurt pretty bad, not many would've survived. But he knows what she's capable of.

He walked past all the various super weapons she has stored. Each one looked more menacing than the other. All of them were looted from other villain's layers.

He spotted Kim in the middle of the walkway, struggling to stand up, holding her arm from the fall.

"It's over, Kim!" Ron spoke as he treaded carefully towards her, with a fixed gaze on her eyes, "The people are coming this way. Global Justice will follow them…and then you'll be left with nothing!"

"You're wrong!" Kim spoke desperately, painfully trying to hold in her emotions, "I'll never surrender! Evil never wins!"

Ron simply smiled and gestured around him, "It's time to face reality KP! You just lost."

The anxiety was too much for her, she collapsed on to her knees, still holding her arm, and wept aloud, "No! This is impossible! I can't lose! I can't!"

"You did, Kim" he spoke over her whimpering and walked closer to her, "And there's nothing you can do about it now."

She kept her gaze on the ground, watching her own tears falling and wondering what would happen to her now. If this was truly the end, then how come it's not a happy one? How could evil really be victorious? Why is she the only one who seems to think she is right?

Ron watched her sit there, sobbing and thinking. He felt a sudden surge of sympathy towards her. She looked so helpless, and she was once his best friend. He knew everything about her. He even knows what she's probably thinking right now. He bit his lip and shook his head, not understanding how she managed to do all the evil she did. He crouched and sat beside her, remembering the promise he made to her father, that he would bring her back alive and well.

"Ron?" She turned her gaze over to him, tears still streaming down her cheeks, "What happened? How are you still alive? A…and why did you go missing for so long?"

Ron looked away and gulped, he really didn't know how to answer those questions. He pushed them aside for so long he can only hope he can get his memory working now.

Letting out a long sigh he hesitated to speak, "I'm…I can…I can't remember much."

Kim continued staring at him.

"I remember you and I were talking about the upcoming prom." Ron shook his head, remembering the disaster he saw at the school, "I remember…shopping for clothes."

"I remember that," Kim sniffled, "But you never came back."

"I don't know what happened." Ron stood up, and walked a little, "I just remember finding out you've turned everything upside down, and then discovering that I'm supposed to be dead!"

He turned around and saw the bitter look on Kim's face as she suddenly gripped her chest,

"Are you hurt?"

"Yes, Ron." She spoke in a whisper, "Ever since I saw that awful video, I was dying! I spent an entire week in my room…crying. The heartache I've been suffered kept calling on me to do all these things! I felt like I had to spread it to everyone so that I can live! It was uncontrollable!"

Ron shook his head, a little sickened by what she said.

"Please tell me you understand!" she urged.

To say yes would be lying. But the look Kim gave him didn't seem like she was interested in the truth.

"Please, help me!" she pleaded on her knees, "I want to do good things…I really do! I just don't know how to do it anymore!"

"Then stop being like this and let us help you. Spilling blood and forcing your rule on others is not the way to do it Kim! You allowed your emotions to get in the way, so in your anger, you killed your loved ones!"

Kim's heart sank so low that her stomach whined at the pain. She placed her face in her hands and soaked them in her tears, "I'm sorry….I'm so…sorry!"

She continued crying in the puddle she sat on. Meanwhile, Ron sank into thought, curious as to what will happen to her now, and what role should he play in her fate. Ron walked closer to her and placed his arm around her, knowing well that she had finally given in to her mistakes, that he might've just saved his best friend from herself.

"Come, let's get you out of here." Ron helped her on to her feet, and placed his hands on her shoulders, "I'm glad you're back, Kim. Now let's see how we can fix all this, just like we always did!"

Ron's gratifying relief was incredible. Everything is going to be just fine now. Although it will be difficult to explain to everyone that he was alive all along, and it seems almost impossible for Kim to convince everyone that she regrets all she had done and want to start a new, but then again, Kim is a Possible!

Yes, everything should turn out alright!

"Where do you think you're going?" A feminine voice spoke in a teasing manner.

The two were almost out of the hangar when a battle-hardened girl stepped out of the shadow and stood in their path, a knife held in between her playful fingers.

Ron finally recognized the brown haired girl, he practically leapt in alarm, "Bonnie…wait, I can explain everything!"

Her eyes shifted a glare at Ron, "Explain?"

He held his arms out at her and kept Kim behind him, "She's not a threat anymore…please don't do anything you might regret!"

She let out a scoff and narrowed her eyes on Ron, "Regret?"

"I know you're upset…we all are, Bonnie" He slowly approached her with his hands out, "But this all can be solved peacefully."

"Upset? You think I'm upset?" Bonnie snapped, swinging her knife while directing it at the two, "You weren't there, Ron! You weren't at the prom! I saw everything she did! I saw it all! That witch!"

"Bonnie, please, calm down!" Ron urged as the girl took a breath.

"She killed them all, Ron! I saw the look in Tara and Josh's eyes… I saw the look in her eyes!"

Ron peeked towards Kim, behind him. Her eyes were on the ground, clearly remembering what she had done. Her face showed sadness as her chin went lower, but as she closed her eyes, Ron also saw remorse.

He turned back to Bonnie, and looked her in the eyes. He saw desperation, and as she breathed heavier, he clearly made out anger and a lust for revenge.

"I'm going to put an end to all this!" She nodded, "Even if I have to kill you too."

"Bonnie, I can't allow more blood to be spilt…especially not hers."

"You don't understand, Ron! I made a vow, the moment I escaped the school, to make her pay for all the lives she killed that night!"

"Bonnie, don't you think there are others out there who've made the same vow? Or lost a loved one and want to see justice done?"

Bonnie opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"Please Bonnie, if you don't want to do it for her sake, then do it for justice, do it for Middleton." He carefully treaded towards her and placed his hand on the blade of the knife, "Now, give me the knife."

Bonnie lowered her head and let the knife fall into Ron's hand, "This is for justice."

He quickly tugged the knife out of her hand and let out a sigh and a smile at Kim, but concern was still in her eyes.

"And this…" Bonnie spoke as she lashed forward to Kim and thrust a new blade into her heart, "Is for the vow I made!"

Kim's winded gasp showered blood on Bonnie's face. Her horrified eyes stared into her killer's, resentful and satisfied.

"Bonnie, No!" Ron cried in terror, as he folded Kim into his arms.

"Apology accepted!" growled Bonnie, twisting the blade deeper and enjoying the frantic gurgles erupting from Kim's throat.

As Kim lost energy in her legs she fell back into Ron's arms, Bonnie then savagely withdrew the blade from her victim and watched as Ron placed Kim's head on his lap. He frantically held her wound and repeatedly called her name. Then he looked up at Bonnie, regretfully and angry, "Why, Bonnie?" he cried, "Why did you do it?"

Bonnie did not respond. She watched the blood seep from Kim's wound and let the knife fall from her grip, took steps away from the body and broke into a fast sprint out of the hangar.

Ron felt Kim's hand brush his cheek. He looked down and saw her struggling to speak.

"Oh my…Kim! Please, don't die now! Kim!" he wept.

"Ro…" she coughed, but Ron hushed her, rubbing her face from her forehead down to her cheek, she continued to speak, "For-give m…"

"No Kim," Ron shook his head, placing a hand on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it seeped from her mouth as she coughed, "Forgive me!"

"I-I didn't…mean to…I hurt you…"

"No," Ron quietly spoke, "you are a good person, Kim."

A faint smile appeared on Kim's face and her eyes glowed as they looked into Ron's tearful and caring chocolate brown orbs. His tears fell on her sweating face, but she couldn't feel them drop. Ron allowed his finger to caress her cold cheek and the moment seemed to be taking forever. But, slowly her panting stopped and her emerald pupils stared into space. The frozen smile on her complexion struck Ron with the harsh reality…Kim died happily in his arms.

Ron cried alone.

Monique watched the palace burn from where she sat on top of a piece of fallen siege tower. For the past hour not much happened, she had a good time to cry away her stresses. She walked towards the blown open gate and spotted a group of prisoners all tied up on the ground, they were being watched carefully by a squad of rebels.

No body was talking. Everyone's already had a tough time. Monique noticed how warm it is here, the fire was raging savagely inside the walls.

She proceeded to walk closer to the gate…it was hard to make out anything in the smoke. But she spotted a figure coming towards her. It was a boy and he was carrying a body.

She cleared a way for him to walk, and covered her eyes. She was curious about whom it is…she hasn't seen anyone her age since Bonnie, and even before then she hasn't seen anyone since before the prom.

When the smoke finally cleared his face Monique startlingly made out the visage of a saddened Ron Stoppable, with her hand on her mouth she tried to make out the body in his arms, but it was wrapped up in a bloodstained white sheet, until a breeze blew away the face cover, revealing the complexion of Kim Possible.

Monique gasped and looked away in horrifying disbelief and disgust as he ignored her and kept walking. For a while she had thought about the consequences of this battle, but she always ignored the fact that her one time best friend was leading the enemy. She always figured that somehow Kim would keep on surviving, but now the truth hits her hard…Monique fell on her knees weeping and sank her face in her hands.

A tomb stone in the soil, surrounded by a small crowd, under a simple weeping willow, under a beautiful sunset, formed the burial ceremony for Kim. Her parents, brothers, uncle, aunt, Cousin Larry, Monique and Ron were attending.

It was simple, but it was peaceful, and that's how they wanted it.

Mrs. Possible had the worst time coming here. When she first saw the body she had feinted and for almost a week she fell into a trance of misery that she still hadn't woken from.

Ron preferred to stay back for a while and allow the family to mourn first. As he sat on the floor with his legs crossed and his cheeks leaning on his hands, he was still thinking about that night.

A shadow loomed over him and he looked up to find Larry, wiping tears from his face.

"Ronald, I need to talk to you." His voice was croaky.

"Yeah, we all have things to say." He replied, "Go ahead."

Larry sat in front of Ron and took in a deep breath, "I've wanted to say this for a long, long time, you know. But, every time I want to say it my mind beckons me to reconsider."

Ron's gaze remained unmoved, listening intently.

Larry blinked, sighed, and whispered something to him self, "This is all my fault."

Ron swallowed and shook his head, "I don't understand."

Larry's anxiousness grew more, "Please, listen to me. I know how this is going to sound, but I only wanted to help you!"

"Wait," Ron's memory kicked in, "You drugged me! That's why I can't remember anything!"

"There's more to it than that." Larry interrupted, "I wanted to help you and cousin Kim destroy evil, using a theory that I believed was solid!"

"Oh really?" Ron snapped, "And what theory might that be?"

"You know me! I'm a fool! An obsessed fool!" Larry cried, "The story goes that the chosen one completes the prophecy of destroying evil, by becoming evil itself!"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Ron quizzed sarcastically.

"I used this idea of Kim becoming evil, to have her kill every other evil there is!" Larry explained, "But I did not expect it to go this far! I didn't mean for her to get hurt!"

"So you drugged me and made her think I was dead!" Ron concluded, "Didn't you think about the consequences of others getting hurt?"

"Well…" Larry hesitated, "To be honest with you…"

"You are disgusting." Ron spat.

The two sat there uncomfortably for what seemed like ten minutes. In this moment Ron's mind became a storm of questions, one strong enough to give him a mighty headache. But one question stood out.

"I saw myself in a video getting killed by Shego's hands." Ron began "How did that happen?"

"In order to manipulate everyone, you have to play both sides."

Ron never felt so much rage when listening to someone.

It was sickening to listen to the cause of your best friend's death, from the mouth of the very person who manipulated this cause. But it was an answer he needed to hear.

"I approached Drakken with your blood sample. Knowing that he has mastered the art of cloning, I requested that he create one, not in the purpose of fighting, but as bait for my cousin. The sidekick was not in favor of the idea, but after using a well known theory from 'moon battles', they were both convinced to go ahead with the idea."

"What was this theory?"

"One of the wisest characters says that 'a warrior fights most recklessly in their rage, and once they are defeated will submit themselves to you until they find you at your weakest.' But the tables turned on him, as usual."

"How did you know Kim would win?" Ron asked.

Larry looked over to Kim's grave and back to Ron, "she obviously didn't fight in rage, she fought in love!"

"But I was dead!"

"That's when she realized she was in love."

Ron looked away for a moment as he remembered the note he held in his hand, "She didn't believe I was dead…"

"Exactly." Larry's head lowered, "I was so surprised by how this was going so much like 'moon battles', the hero believed he could bring his wife back to life if he became powerful enough."

"Did the hero die in the end?" Ron snapped, again with sarcasm.

"Yes."

Ron's eyes widened.

"The hero sacrificed himself in the final battle. While the galaxy celebrated, his only loved one attended his funeral." Larry sighed, "Not so different from Kim."

"How could you, Larry." Ron rubbed his forehead, "You betrayed us. You've ruined everything."

"Please forgive me, Ron. Like I said, I thought this would make everything better…I didn't mean to…"

Ron stood up, silencing Larry, "don't talk to me."

He left Larry sitting alone and walked over to where the family had finished their mourning and went to attend to Mrs. Possible who was now sitting under the tree.

Ron took in a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Carefully, he opened them again and found himself alone in a strange world. It was a clear night sky, on a lush green grassy plain and a breeze blowing against his hair. Before him stood the glowing spirit of Kim, a beautiful smile on her face and dressed in a draping white robe that blew with the wind. She was singing to him a strange prayer. Ron couldn't make out what she was saying, but the sight of seeing her left him breathless.

Although her lips stopped moving, "Forgive all!" were the last words he heard in her voice before the vision disappeared as quickly as it went.

Ron felt a strong gust of wind strike his face and suddenly found him self back where he was, except he was lying on the floor with everyone standing over him.

"Are you alright, Ron?" asked Dr. Possible, concerned.

Ron, a little baffled, wiped his face and looked at his hand, "yeah, but why is my face wet?"

"You've been sweating." He explained.

"What happened to you?" asked Monique.

"I saw Kim," he explained, "She was saying something to me."

Everyone looked at him carefully, alarmed and curious.

"What did she say?" asked Dr. Possible, "go on!"

Ron struggled to speak, he preferred to keep the one message he understood to himself, "I couldn't make it out."

He saw the disappointment on Mrs. Possible's face, and felt the desperation coming from her, he smiled to please her with the one thing they allmight like to hear, "I do know though, she was happy and singing."

Ron could almost feel the relief coming from everyone as they helped him up.

The group began heading to the car, Ron caught up to Larry and placed an arm around him. The next words he spoke cheered him up and the two exchanged a friendly hug.

Ron was the last to reach the car. Before entering he turned and looked towards the tomb stone that sat under the tree and sunset.

"All is forgiven." He nodded.

- THE END -

A.N.

I hope you all enjoyed this story. I do regret ever considering making this a one shot and I would like to forward thanks to all who made me change my mind.

It is difficult to write a fanfic that depicts a normally light character and transforms them into a monster. As much as I really enjoyed writing this I don't think I'll be making another one like it again!

Huge thanks go to my regular reviewers:

My friend Twila Starla, ace reviewer Ace Ian Combat, the badical Invader Zim…

Thanks guys, I really appreciated your support!