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Kim Possible: Hellraiser	By : Georsama Category: Kim Possible > Crossover > Het- Male/Female Views: 5233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world and its sound is like razors through flesh.

Kim Possible:
-HellRaiser-
Chapter Four
By Geor-sama

The house was filled with flickering shadows from the strange and unearthly light that played across the floors, ceilings and walls. Where the source of light came from was hidden from view, though it did seem to pulse in time to an intricate and yet monotonous beat. This was the only sound to be heard through the entire house, which set the attractive African American girl on edge. Her hand shook as she quietly slipped the spare key Kim had given her into her pocket and began to move slowly through the first floor of the house.
Then much to her horror she heard shouts and screams. It seemed to last a life time, her frozen in place listening to the cacophony of naked terror and pain. Then silence fell once more, save for the soft notes of that music and the tolling of a bell. Panic and fear welled up inside Monique as she tried to find some place to hide, someplace to retreat.
Then suddenly everything was normal. The TV flickered back to life, the lights were the regular golden white and the central Heating and Air was humming merrily along. Frowning Monique looked around, unable to fully accept the sudden change that had just happened.
Her ears pricked at the sound of voices in the kitchen and turning in that direction she headed toward them, pausing as her eyes came to rest on a gold and black lacquered partial opened puzzle box. Curiosity getting the better of her she picked it up, toying with the panels for a moment before suddenly remembering what had just happened.
Setting the box down she turned and continued into the kitchen, its linoleum floors waxed and the air full of the twins chattering as they ate sandwiches with Mrs. Possible hard at work on something at the counter. From the way she was moving her arm she was slicing a particularly difficult piece of meat. It was so suburban, so normal...and yet it didn't seem right to Monique.
"Did you guys-" she began the stopped, realizing that they had ignored her. Frowning she crossed the kitchen and reached out to touch Mrs. Possible’s shoulder "Hey why are you-" then she saw what was on the counter. Her eyes grew wide at the bloodied mess, gutted like a fish, that had once been a human child dressed in a Pixie Scout outfit. Struggling to keep her lunch down she turned her unbelieving eyes to Kim's mom who was splattered in blood and smiling sweetly at her.
Nausea swept over Monique, and the buzzing of flies came form nowhere while the stench clogged her nostrils. Retreating and retching she moved away from the blood splattered matriarch before collapsing to her hands and knees, her breakfast and lunch splattering the floor.
Still retching Monique fumbled as she twisted around and began to crawl out of the kitchen. Clothes stained with her previous meals she regained her feet and hesitated her world reeling. What was going on? This was insane, Impossible! No way could this be real, no way in hell! Stumbling forward she clutched the nearest item trying to regain some sense of normalcy after what she had just seen.
Still unsteady and queasy she looked around at the room, hesitating when she realized that it wasn't the dining room she had entered through earlier. She righted herself, looking around at a beautiful sitting room. The room was bathed in the warm light of a perfect summer's day and there was a birdsong more melodic and sweet than anything she'd ever heard.
The room's decor was made up of real wood furnishings and decorative porcelain ornaments. Set against the wall was a large wooden dresser on top of which were various photographs in old-fashioned brass frames. Despite her earlier horror, the moment was too pure, too perfect. It gave her pure pleasure to enjoy this room. Moving slowly she ran her hands gingerly over the furniture, assuring herself that it was all real.
Shifting her attention from the furniture she fixed her gaze on the photos on the dresser, tilting her head she moved toward them. She really should be fleeing from this room, but the horrible scene from the kitchen kept her in place. What if she left this mysterious room and found herself in the kitchen again? Pushing that aside she picked up one of the large framed photos, a soft gasp of happiness escaping her.
It was a ten year old family photograph made up of a tall handsome black man and his elegant and attractive wife and a young girl of nine. She remembered this moment in time, it was a family picnic which was one of the happiest moments of her life. She memorized her fathers features, remembering his voice and the way his hugs made her feel so brave and strong.
Blinking rapidly she cleared away the tears that had started to form, they were tears of happy memories...but they were also tinged with sadness remembering that it was only two years after this photo that her parents got divorced. Smiling despite herself she whispered what was on her mind "Daddy..."
Her skin prickles as if a cold chill had swept over her and she set the photo down slowly, turning to look at the room once more. Frowning she considered it, the summer light was what had finally caught her attention to just how odd this room was. Glancing around the room she noted the lack of windows, wondering how she could have missed that earlier. Then suddenly her breath caught in her throat, there was no door! Not even the one she had crawled through.
Suddenly the birdsong became discordant and odd, which set her on edge. What was going on? How could she had gotten so distracted from the kitchen to notice that she was trapped. whirling around she grabbed the photograph once more, staring at it intently. A gasp escaped her as she saw that it was now a wedding photo of her mom and her new husband.
Before she could fully contemplate that blood began to pour down across the picture pressing and smearing against the glass till all that was left was a framed photo of blood. Mouth gapping in an 'O' shape she watched as the blood began to ooze out of the frame and onto her fingers, ripping a cry of horror from her as she dropped the frame shattering the glass.
The blood continued unerringly, almost spreading across the floor like water. Her opened toed shoes now covered in blood Monique quickly retreated to the dresser backwards, ignoring the blood as is started to pour from the still in place photos and down the dresser. A wail of anguish escaping her she turned sweeping the pictures off of it and send then crashing to the ground.
The birdsong suddenly became that of a hideous, dissonant shrieking and Monique covered her ears, now covered in blood up to her knees. Pulling herself together she rushed toward a wall beginning to pound against it as hard as she could. To Monique’s horror they are soft and pulpy, giving under her blows. Backpedaling in disgust she stared at the now bruised wall, watching as it swelled and turned a livid purple.
Screaming she spun in the pool of blood only to see that the entire room had given into decay. Then unexpectedly she flung herself against the wall which gave with a flesh like ripping noise, causing her to tumble out of the blood filled room and onto the hardwood floor of the now once more darkened Possible home. Breathing heavily and scrambling to her feet she tried flee from the building only to slam face first into a solid male figure.
Stumbling backwards until she collapsed, staring up horrified at the figure towering over her. He was dressed in black leather, with bone pale skin and inch long pins driven into his head in a grid like design. He stared down at her with pitiless black eyes, filled with promises of hells she couldn't even imagine.
"H-hail Mar-Mary ful-full of," Monique stammered as the man continued to stare at her. She knew what this meant, everything, she had stumbled into a house full of evil.
"Prayer won't save you," he intoned in a commanding voice. Then once silence had settled over them he reached down to offer his pale hand to her. Monique, compelled by some unseen force took his hand and was easily lifted to her feet. Trembling she stared up into his eyes as her bore his gaze into her "You will give him a gift."
"W-who?" Monique asked weakly, only to wince as the male squeezed her hand painfully.
"The one you lust after Monique...the one that you want. The one whose bloodline has stood in Hell's way before."
"I-I," Monique sobbed, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"Hush child," he admonished gently "No tears please. There a waste of good suffering. "
"I-don't..." Monique protested terrified but he squeezed her hand painfully till she fell silent, which was followed by a loud scream in the living room behind him. Using her hand as a guide he moved her into position next to him so that she could see the form of Cathy Possible.
The elder red head was dressed in her wedding dress which was stained by splashes of a dark red that could only have been her blood. Her face and arms and legs and sides and back and scalp were pierced and pulled outward by countless hooks attached to countless chains, held taut by some unseen force.
"I will make you a deal Monique," the man whispered "Deliver the gift for me and I will let you keep your soul."
"I-you can't touch my soul...its…its given to..." Monique stammered not looking away from the gruesome sight "T-the lord is m-my..."
"This house is forsaken. Your soul is mine, now or later...its mine." Pinhead said overriding her prayer once more.
"No!" Monique responded resolutely, only to whimper in pain as the bones in her hands popped under the pressure he placed upon it.
"You will give him my gift."
"No," Monique sobbed and then screamed as her bones began to audibly snap "I-n-Aghh!" Monique screamed as her skin gave way allowing a bone to pierce the back of her hand, splattering blood as it did so "Y-Yes! I-I'll do it!" Sobbing she hung her head, defeated and crying as she collapsed to her knees when the man released her hand.
"Tell the hooks."
Monique, crying looked up at Mrs. Possible and the hooks "Yes. I'll do it..." that said she gave a small nod. No sooner had the words left her mouth than Mrs. Possible screamed, the chains on the hooks moving with a blinding speed ripping her apart among the horrible noises of her flesh, muscles and bones being ripped apart. Blood and bits of flesh scattered everywhere, including Monique.
That was when Monique felt something reach through her pain and her horror, it reached deep inside her and it touched something primal. With a wail of dark pleasure she flung herself face first to the ground and began to convulse from ultimate pleasure. It consumed her flesh, soul and mind, sending wave after unending wave through her ripping a blasphemous praise to God from her lips as the dark orgasm washed over her.
The pure pleasure became so intense that she could only stare mindlessly at the feet of her dark seducer. With ever synapse and nerve ending momentary overloaded from the pleasure of her orgasm she watched sightlessly as he set a small black and gold lacquered puzzle box near her. The piece which had been opened slid back into the closed position, taking with it the darkness and the pale man.
Some where in the distance a bell gave one final, echoing toll.
The instant the last echoes of the bell died away, the lights flickered to life and the TV blared on once more. Monique continued to lay on the floor, her brain and nerves beginning to function once more. Weakly she moved her arm, fumbling to close her fingers around the box. Smearing blood along it's surface Monique closed her eye and gave into the urge to sleep.
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"Ron..." a voice from some distant shore called, echoing forever in his dreams. Ron had no concept of time or life or death, only that he HAD to listen to this voice; the most beautiful and terrifying voice he had ever heard. If he didn't then something horrible would happen, something unholy and evil. He stirred slightly his sleep, straining to hear what else the voice would say, what else it had to tell him.
Then he saw them, in a room, hooded in a shifting light of white and blue. They were beautiful, his soul both stirred and trembled at the sight of them. They stood in a semi-circle around a bed whose covers were a dark red, where a woman of indescribable beauty lay with dark skin and almond shaped eyes. Distantly he heard a bell tolling and one of the creatures turned as if sensing his presence.
Ron trembled staring into the ghostly face, it was insubstantial and constantly shifting, but always it had the deepest and darkest of eyes. Slowly it started toward him, its body flowing and melting as it did, its bearing of great power.
"W-who are you?" He heard himself stammer.
At his words the creature stopped, its gaze boring straight into his. In the distance the bell began to toll even louder and a well of music echoed through the air. Slowly the creatures body of light changed, becoming that of a slender, pale skinned, bald man. His face covered with a grid work of bloodless lines and inch long pins driven into the intersections, yet its eyes remained black and without pity.
Calmly the creature lifted its palm, holding a small object that pulsed with a blue light "This is not for your eyes, but we do have such pleasures to show you." the mockery of a man intoned, his voice hallow and harsh "Soon."

Ron woke up with a gasp, scrambling frantically at the carpet he was laying on. He twisted and turned, feeling hands on him, trying to hold him still.
"Ron!"
At the sound of his name he stopped, breathing heavily on his back as he stared up at the ceiling "Si geien oif unser trepl: hon ate soba, hon tsukihi are ippaiue; far unser ek is kumn."
"What?" Shaking his head, Ron twisted around the best he could. There was Kim, looking as if she had just wrestled Steel Toe, holding his arms in place on either side of his head. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath enjoying the cinnamon perfume she was wearing. "Ron, what did you just say? You were saying something in Japanese and I think, Yiddish?"
"I-" Ron paused opening his eyes to stare up at her concerned face "I don't know...I-I was having a nightmare..."
Kim smiled slightly, letting his hands go to touch her lip gingerly "Don't I know it. Christ I thought you had went berserk for a minute there, one minute I was sound asleep and the next you were thrashing around hitting everything." She paused checking her finger to make sure there was no blood then looked at him "You ok now?"
Nodding Ron closed his eyes, his skin clammy with the horrible wetness of drying sweat. After several moments he opened his eyes and stared up at Kim who had yet to vacate her spot from his stomach. Mind now caught up he titled his head back and looked out the living room window. "What time is it?"
"Night time," Kim retorted then checked her watch "Eight. We better get back to the house or the tweebs will never give us a moments peace." Ron laughed and Kim thumped his nose "Come on," that said she stood and taking a step reached down to help him up as well.
"So, for dinner..." Ron said slowly once he was upright and picking up his garbage bag. Turning he cautiously, unsure if the kiss had meant what he had thought, took her hand leading her toward the front door "You want to go out and eat or for me to fix us something?"
Kim was silent for a moment as she followed him out of the house, holding his hand happily. Taking a deep breath of the damp night air she glanced at him smiling "Going out sounds fun...if it's a date-date."
Smiling Ron squeezed her hand, slinging his bag over his shoulder "Whatever you want KP,"
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"Mmm," the blonde murmured as she spooned against the salt and pepper haired man holding her beneath the sheet. Eyes closed she tensed before relaxing, so that she stretched without moving from the embrace. Smiling the man kissed the top of her head, pulling her against him even tighter. "Care to go over my 'proposal' again?" she whispered playfully and he chuckled.
"Give me a few minutes Doctor Porter and I'll give you're 'proposal' an in-depth once over," closing his eyes he seemed to luxuriate in the sensations, before letting out a soft sigh when the phone began to ring "Damn,"
Vivian pressed against him, grabbing his hands "Don't answer baby, just let it ring..." moving up she planted kisses along his throat till she reached his lips. Once there they shared a very deep kiss. Breaking it she smiled like an temptress, a hand sliding down under the sheet earning her a yelp of surprise.
"Vivian, I can't just...what if-oh god," he moaned, eyes closing while her hand started to move beneath the sheet.
"I think they can manage without you James, I got a more important mission for this rocket." Laughing she started kissing back down his body, sliding slowly under the sheet as she went. James was torn between letting her have what she wanted and answering the phone. Her head disappeared beneath that sheet and he gasped again a little louder, she was doing things to him that Cathy had never even dreamed of attempting and put his one time with Bonnie to shame.
He arched his back slightly, letting out a short breath, then when she slithered back into position next to him, he slipped his arms around her. Snuggling against him she licked her lips, curling a chest hair around her finger "I guess you liked my oral presentation uh,"
Chuckling he kissed her forehead "You have me convinced."
"Of what?"
"Of any damn thing you want," he responded to her laughter. Unfortunately they were interrupted once more by the phone be. Frowning they looked at each other and then James rolled over onto his side and retrieved the phone from the nightstand, pouting she traced designs on his back until he sat up.
"My god, are you sure? God...how does it look Gordy?" James seemed to grow pale at what he was told, his voice dropping an octave "How about Kim, is she alright?" He nodded and pushed the sheet aside, cradling the phone to his ear using his shoulder while he grabbed his pants and pulled them on "Thank God for small miracles, I'll be there as soon as I can Gordy. Thanks for the heads up."
Vivian sat up as well, allowing the sheet to pool in her lap as she watched him frantically dress "What happened? What is it James?" Turning he began buttoning his brown shirt up.
His hands trembled and he had to stop, taking a breath as he answered her questions "It's Cathy and the twins, Vivian...there...the house is...they found Monique, a friend of Kim's, laying unconscious in the hallway of the house...she's covered in blood and they can't find a trace of Cathy or Jim and Tim."
"I'm sure they're ok, do they-" Vivian started only to stop as the man ran a hand through his hair shaking his head.
"Vivian, they," he paused taking a deep breath "they found a mutilated body on the kitchen counter and according to my friend Gordy it was pretty gruesome."
"Oh my-" Vivian gasped putting her hand to mouth.
"I don't, they found Cathy's fingerprints on the body...." he stopped, voice wavering "I should have never, I knew! I knew something was wrong with her!"
"James, you couldn't know," Vivian said softly moving to the edge of the bed staring up at him "I know you told me about...the other stuff she was doing, but you know her. She was your wife for twenty years, do you honestly thing she could have killed someone?"
James was silent for a moment then leaned against the wall near the door of the bedroom "I don't know, I wouldn't have believed it before now, but...she hasn't been acting normally for a long time." when Vivian nodded he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath "God, I thought everything was finally settling down."
"You better go," Vivian said staring at him closely "I love you,"
James remained motionless for a moment then opened his eyes to stare her, buttoning the last of his shirts buttons "Ditto honey," Sighing he strode across the room and picked up his wallet, talking to himself "Thank god Cathy never let me forbid Kimmie Cub from seeing Ron."
"Yea, I never liked her James but she was good mother. I'll give her that." Vivian said automatically, suddenly no longer interested in looking at him.
"Yea, she was..." he responded heavily then looked over at her "I think you'll be a better one though," returning her faint smile he added quietly "I'll call when I hear something,"
Vivian nodded "I'll be here with bells on, if your lucky." Leaning over he kissed her chastely on the cheek then turned rushing out of the bedroom. In the distance she heard the front door closing loudly and she laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "He still won't say it," she whispered before wiping a stray tear away from her cheek. Rolling over, she curled into a small ball, crying softly in her dark and lonely room.
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Kim stared at the ground, her feet almost scuffing the sidewalk as she walked hand in hand with Ron. She wonder what she could call him, her boyfriend or her best-friend or just date? She was wondering about a lot of things, most of which were not about Ron, no mostly they were about her family. Her mother specifically and how guilty Kim felt now, did Kim have a right to be with Ron with her mother's life falling apart?
Her mother had, for the last few days, been extremely happy. Not only that but she had been different, less stressed, less concerned. It wasn't just her teasing, Kim expected that since she was now an adult, it was how happy her mom was.
It didn't make sense, she had just had a twenty year marriage come to a crashing end after all. That should provoke depression not jokes and laughter. Had her mother been in that bad a marriage or was she just pretending to feel so happy?
Frowning she shook her head, deciding that her mother had to be on drugs. She couldn't pretend to be happy for so long nor could her marriage have been that bad. It had to be drugs, not an upper of course, that would just make her energetic.
Kim wasn't sure what kind of drug it could be, as far as her Global Justice training told her, there was no drug that would alter your mood AND leave you fully in control. Lifting her head she sighed softly Kim would have to talk to her mom, a real talk.
She was pulled from her thoughts by Ron squeezing her hand, and she glanced over at him smiling slightly. Whatever guilt she felt was overshadowed by how happy she was with him. They were finally getting together, after six months of denial.
She knew he sensed that she was only pretending to feel better, that she really wanted to crawl into a corner and cry eyes out for her mom, for her brothers, her father and herself. But he was letting her pretend, he understood how important it was too her to be tough.
He was, in his own silent way, telling her that he would be there for her when she wanted to talk. It was the moment that Kim understood that a recently buried fear reared its ugly head inside her, would he really be there for her?
Could she trust that he would be, could she depend on it? Her mother had depended on that with her father and now she was suffering and Kim struggled with the fear, forcing herself to face the possibility that she could depend on nothing.
Not God, not her parents, and not even Ron; Ron who had been there for her through everything; from her loosing her first tooth, to her first date-date with Josh, too Eric, and even through her parents arguments for joining for Global Justice. Yet despite that, despite how she felt she couldn't imagine waking up and not having him around.
Could she really depend on him in light of everything? She glanced at him, he was silent as if lost in his own thoughts but he was holding her hand tighter than he had ever held it. Could she depend on him, really honestly could she?
He had been with her through everything true, but he might leave someday, might decide that despite what he said six months ago when Eric had turned out to be a synthodrone he didn't want her. He might leave her. That was a very real, very horrible, possibility. Was that why for the last six months they had each been pretending that kiss hadn't happened? Kim knew now that subconsciously it had to have been the reason why she had been pretending, the unfounded fear that they would leave each other.
She could stop it all now, say that she liked him as a friend and that they shouldn't change a thing in case it would hurt their friendship. But then she thought back to her mother and father who had had twenty years of happiness, was it worth the risk to be with him.
Was it worth the friendship they had to admit that they were and always had been in love? Her heart said yes, that love was a gamble and that she had to take her, while her mind was telling her no, that it was to risky.
She glanced down at their hands, her fingers slowly starting to loosen there grip and then she frowned clutching it tightly enough to force it to turn white. She wouldn’t chicken out over the possibility of pain, she had spent eighteen years wanting what her parents had.
If she would only have it for twenty years then she would have it, if it was only five minutes then she would have it for those five minutes. She would never let Ron go, never.
"Kim," Ron said dragging her to a stop while he turned to look at her "I can't feel my hand." Smiling apologetically she mumbled a sorry then loosened her hold slightly. She hadn't realized just how tightly she had been clutching his hand, but he didn't object and when she loosened her grip he lifted her hand kissing the knuckles.
Maturity definitely worked for him, she decide smiling a little more.
"So, can you take it when the tweebs start teasing us?" Ron asked, a faint smile hovering on his face.
"I'm not worried about them," Kim responded "I'm worried about my mom. The first time she finds us on the couch kissing we'll never hear the end of it." She laughed seeing him blush and she turned to continuing their trek home. Rounding the corner they both stopped short, staring at the end of the block where her house sat. It was currently being overran with neighbors and police, the flashing lights bathing the world.
Kim felt her breath catch in her throat, what had happened? Panic started to well up inside her and she started forward when Ron held her fast by the hand. She turned on him, ready to shout for him to let her go then she saw the look on his face.
He was just as scared as she was, but he was also not letting her go. Her urge to flee passed quickly, thankful that he had frozen like that. If she had just went barreling in there she'd have caused more problems than she would have solved, she had to think, to remember that she was Global Justice.
When he recognized the look in her eyes he seemed to come back to himself, face going serious and she drew confidence from that "Ok Ron, we do this by the numbers, for now." When he nodded she grew even more serious "Agent Stoppable, check with any E.M.T's present and report back to me. I'll talk with the Local D.I.C until Global Justice can send another team, I'll find out about the rest of my-the victims."
Ron gave her a brief nod, then unexpectedly leaned in giving her a kiss on the corner of her mouth "Check Agent Possible," Then letting her hand go reluctantly started off beside her, garbage bag still in check and hand fishing in his pocket for is ID.
Kim for her part, now that she was once more back to herself, found her ID easily and flashed it to the first officer they ran into. He in turn, almost in awe, let them under the tape and then lead them past the other officers.
All those amateur missions, all her training, gave her the ability to do this. It was the blond beside her that let her keep from falling apart from know that her family had been hurt. She was Kim Possible and she could do anything.
Absently she was aware of Ron peeling off, moving toward the ambulance. She reached the lead detective a minute or so later stopping to flash her Id at the startled man who obviously recognized her.
"Special agent Kim Possible," she announced in a crisp and professional voice "from Global Justice. what's the sitch?"
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