Her arm was massive, it look to be out of some kind of old action game. Her arch nemesis, Bonnie, had transformed into some kind of samurai bio-cyber warrior and to top it all off; her mother was with “them”.
Some how, this felt normal.
“How did you manage that?” Mrs. Possible asked, she took a step back as Samurider charged forward. Kim blocked with her new arm, falling back she grabbed Bonnie by the collar and threw her while rolling. “You were just a human, I had made sure of it.”
Bonnie dodge a kick, she slid behind Kim to send her to the dirt with a stunningly done German suplex. Before Kim even knew what was happening Samurider launched a barrage of kicks, rolling and managing to get to her feet within seconds each kick sliced at the dirt. She used the sword only to have her wrist caught, a knife hand to the jaw and a backhand to the neck Kim finished her combo with a the same thing but with her mutated arm. Sad to say that Bonnie was dazed but not out, the foe was prepare to punch Kim.
“Enough.”
Samurider and Kim halted, Mrs. Possible was defiantly not please with what is happening. “Samurider, you are dispatched from this; go back and wait for further orders.” Bonnie nodded, she vanished without a trace. “And you, what do you have to say?”
Kim mouth parted a little, she felt the words in her throat but she didn't know what it was. Was it “mommy”? “I hate you”? Or something utterly surprising?
There was nothing she could say, just stand and stare.
“I never thought I would ever see this day,” Mrs. Possible said. “I never thought we would come full circle like this, I expected it though. You were always the heroine of the story, of those I wish to reform.” Kim was stunned, she shivered as tears formed her eyes. It was a shock to see tears in Mrs. Possible's eyes, even after what had happened.
“Well, say something!”
Kim just shook her head.
“I did this for you, Kimmy bear! I made you perfected, I wanted you to be better than perfect.”
Mrs. Possible, Trishta Possible, was looking over what her daughter had become. Not just in psychical appearance, but in the years since she watched her begin her heroic lifestyle and the evolution of the person from spoiled brat to Kim Possible of today.
A flawed being, that is what she saw.
She almost cried, she wanted her children to ascend such things; to be higher than humans. To be god in their own right.
Kim walked away, she didn't even look back. Mrs. Possible stood there, wiping away the tears. She spoke one last time.
“I will make you perfect!“