Ok, this was done for fun, both for me and whoever is reading it. I will take advice and ideas in any replies posted. If you have a question that will give away the plot I might answer anyway, but only if you give an email to send it to. This is for fun, it isn't going to be perfect, but I hope it is enjoyable.
Please R&R
Here she was, Kim Possible, looking into the barrel of a laser imitting purple light. How this happened she had no clue, it all seemed a hazy blur. Drakken had stolen an experimental device, and she went to retreive it, standard stuff. Even the usual fight with Shego, and Ron doing something to get her into a worse situation had gone off flawlessly, just like every other time. A throbbing sensation just behind her ear gave her a sharp hint as to what had happened. 'Someone must have hit me from behind,' she thought darkly. 'But the only one behind me was.........RON' He was her best friend, right now though she would love to strangle him herself. Sometimes she wished he would just grow up and stop being such a liability. It seemed Kim was always having to save him, or recooperate from something he had done to her by mistake. A quick glance around told her that neither him, nor his little naked pet were around. This meant one of three things. Either they weren't caught yet, Drakken had already used the device on them, or they were somewhere else waiting for thier own fate. After previous showdowns, Shego wouldn't let the doctor get away with forgeting either of the sidekicks. Still she couldn't think about that now, worrying about thier condition wasn't going to help her's.
Slowly Drakken walked forward to taunt his prisoner, enjoying a triumph that he was recording with hidden cameras for posterity. His blue lips pulled back into an almost annoyingly wide grin, his eyes on fire within. "So Kim Possible, tell me what it's like to know you will be the first to test this ground breaking new device? " Well, that atleast told her that Ron was ok, for the moment. How she was going to be was becoming more vague by the second. "Come now, nothing to say? After all the witty retorts over the years, I'm dissapointed. Oh well, Shego."
The pasty, almost greenish, skinned woman smirked. At the same time the light from the laser flared. "Don't need to tell me twice Doctor D." Leaning over so Kim could see her face clearly, "this is going to be better then sex."
In the same instant, the beam fired and Ron Stoppable stummbled through a door, racing to reach Kim first. "KIM!!" Half way to her he tripped, barely getting out the i before she was hit. Thier eyes met for a second, then the beam had done it's work.
Kimberly Anne Possible locked eyes with her best friend one last time, and then there was only darkness.
She didn't know how long she had been out, but when Kim awoke it was to a bright sun staring down at her. Carefully she pulled herself up, still feeling a throbbing feeling in her head. Looking around slowly, she saw nothing but desert in every direction. Thinking back, a vision of purple light engulfing her came to mind, but nothing else. Drakken and Shego must have left her here believing thier blast had killed her. Pulling her backpack off, she thought about how stupid they had to be to leave it on her. Searching through the various items, she found her Kimunicator and tried to contact Wade. Nothing except static answered her back. She just stared wideeyed at it for a moment before putting it away and pulling out a compact jetpack. "I thought he hacked into enough satalites to be able to contact me anywhere in the world." Sliding the straps from the jetpack on, and wrapping her arm through one from her backpack, she took off. 'Maybe I can reach him when I am closer to Middleton.' Kim began organizing her thoughts, 'first have him track down Ron, then find Drakken...No wait, why should I go find Ron first damn it. He is the reason all this happened." Though it took several hours to get back even with Wade's super powered jets at work, she was too angry to look at the scenery below. Too angry to notice the changes in her surroundings. It wasn't until she had landed on her street that she realized something was wrong, very wrong. Slowly she walked up the cracked, corroded driveway. There was nothing left, some plaster pieces, some shattered glass and the garage door. Everything else was gone. In the middle of the yard sat a stone slab. After a quick inspection of the ruins of her home, Kim made her way toward the chunk of concrete. It was about three feet tall, with writing on the front and two feet imprinted on the top, where a statue had once stood. She had to read the front several times to understand it properly.
"In loving memory of Kimberly A. Possible,
Sister, Daughter, Friend and Protector,
We shall miss you.
1987-2004"
A voice from behind her broke her concentration. "Hey Skeazamp. looking for a good time." Three large men in leather pants and t-shirts stood behind her, the tallest had long hair dyed puke green and beady litle eyes. They other's were both blond with dark brown beards and dark eyes, presumably twins. The 'twins' held rusted looking pipes, and the one in the middle a metal baseball bat. The leader spoke again, " If you want you can even stay a while, as long as you keep yourself interesting." Each man shared a smirk as they saw her crouch down. She smiled, thinking these idiots would be good for beating some frustration out on. She never saw the woman with the bike chain sneak up behind her, but she felt it when it was wrapped around her throat. A quick motion and her neck was tied to the stone slab, putting her head into a cricked possition. She could barely get enough oxygen through it to stay alive, there was no chance she could fight out of this.
The woman jumped down, stradling Kim's chest and grining wildly. "This is gonna hurt girly, this is gonna hurt." Dark brown bangs hid her eyes, and from out of nowhere she produced a hunting knife. Slowly she proceeded to slide it over the black sweater the teen hero always wore on missions. Moments later the fabric fell to pieces, while the two look alikes moved to take ahold of her feet, spreading her legs. Another quick slide and Kim;s bra fell to the ground beneath her. A morbid smile crossed the woman's lips, "these are quit nice. When you are done with her, I want to keep a nipple." Slowly she licked along the knife edge, cutting her own tongue and letting the blood flow from her mouth.
"Come now, in my day villians taunted thier hostages a hell of alot more before they started doing anything interesting." KP was so light headed by this point she almost thought she dreamed the voice. A sudden snapping sound fallowed and she could breath. Her eyes were just clear enough to watch as all four people turned around to see who had spoken. The man was tall and thin, though not without muscle. Pitch black sunglasses covered his eyes, giving him an eerie quality of appearing as if he could see everything around him at once, never knowing where he was really looking. Short black shaggy hair gave way to crimson bangs, though a light stubble around his face gave the impression that neither was natural. Dark jeans hung tightly to his legs, while the black boots still had visible caking of either mud or blood. His white t-shirt looked ancient, as if he had worn it since the day he was born, and clung to his upper body. Each strong arm ended in a hand covered with fingerless gloves, the pointer on the right one sewn closed since there was nothing to go through it. "Why don't you fools run along, before there is nothing left of you." His voice was thick, but not loud, like a drawn out purr. Without hesitation, he dodge to the side when the pipe came down at his head, and slammed his knee up into the man's throat. Before anyone could recover from this, the newcomer's fist went to the other's head and slammed it down face first onto the concrete street. Blood flowed from the loser's body, and before his opponent even turned he had stopped moving. The second 'twin' was on the charge, meeting with a boot in the nose. Bending down low, the man in the sunglasses swept his feet out from under him, and dropped another kick straight onto the temple. Leaping into the air, he landed on the fleeing leader, pressing him facedown on the grass only a few feet from the recovering teen. A quick stomp of the heel directly on the base of his neck stopped all thrashing and left only a shocked woman and equally surprised Kim alive or conscience.
The woman began to run after he took a single step in her direction, then he was right behind her. Kim looked at the three men lying around her. None of them were even breathing. Turning, she saw the tall man holding the woman by her neck, choking her. "Don't kill her." Kim never actually though he would listen, but could think of nothing else. A black and red head turned toward her, an eyebrow quirked, then he turned back to the person in his hands. With his slightly disfigured fist, he threw her past the rubble that had once been a house and turned again to Kim. When he reached her, she could only watch in shock as his hand went over her body. Mear inches away, accross her shoulder, past one breast, then the other, and grabbing firmly on the handle sticking out of the stone beside her. A quick yank dislodged a dagger that was much larger then the blade the woman had been holding. In long strides, he started to walk away, not looking back, not speaking a word. Crossing her chest with both arms she jump up and ran after him. She couldn't help it, she had to speak up. "How could you do that, how could you kill them? Who in the hell do you think you are?" When no answer came she tried a more civil tone and conversation. "And aren't you going to atleast let me barrow your shirt, I am topless at the moment."
When he stopped and turned to look at her, she noticed a tattoo just above the collar of his shirt. A bright red background in a sideways oval, with the letters RS in yellow. "I do what I have to do kid, so watch your fucking mouth. Second, no one wears this shirt but me." Turning again he slid his blade into a sheath hidden behind his back, blending perfectly with the jeans so it was unnoticable. "As for who I think I am, apparently you have been under a rock for the last three years. I'm being talked about all over the world as we speak." They had made thier way to a barely standing house by now, and the man was unlocking the door. At the exact second the door flung open so did Kim's jaw. As he turned the knob he spoke, still sounding like an enourmous cat purring, "Name's Ron Stoppable." Quickly he turned frowning, "Come in, but wipe your feet. My girlfriend gets really pissed when her floors are messed up." With that he walked away, pieces of the caking over his boots fell to the ground leaving a trail of dirty.
Hey, just thought of this. The title has two meanings, because if this is the futur, Ron is ver unlike himself, Un-Stoppable. Corny, but I liked it. Ok, probably everyone knew who he was from the instant he was introduced, but hey since it is fallowing Kim at this point, I still had to have it said, other wise it would never have occured to her. Well, I will get more if you all want it, but if no one cares I am not going to bother to keep going.
Latta
Please R&R
Here she was, Kim Possible, looking into the barrel of a laser imitting purple light. How this happened she had no clue, it all seemed a hazy blur. Drakken had stolen an experimental device, and she went to retreive it, standard stuff. Even the usual fight with Shego, and Ron doing something to get her into a worse situation had gone off flawlessly, just like every other time. A throbbing sensation just behind her ear gave her a sharp hint as to what had happened. 'Someone must have hit me from behind,' she thought darkly. 'But the only one behind me was.........RON' He was her best friend, right now though she would love to strangle him herself. Sometimes she wished he would just grow up and stop being such a liability. It seemed Kim was always having to save him, or recooperate from something he had done to her by mistake. A quick glance around told her that neither him, nor his little naked pet were around. This meant one of three things. Either they weren't caught yet, Drakken had already used the device on them, or they were somewhere else waiting for thier own fate. After previous showdowns, Shego wouldn't let the doctor get away with forgeting either of the sidekicks. Still she couldn't think about that now, worrying about thier condition wasn't going to help her's.
Slowly Drakken walked forward to taunt his prisoner, enjoying a triumph that he was recording with hidden cameras for posterity. His blue lips pulled back into an almost annoyingly wide grin, his eyes on fire within. "So Kim Possible, tell me what it's like to know you will be the first to test this ground breaking new device? " Well, that atleast told her that Ron was ok, for the moment. How she was going to be was becoming more vague by the second. "Come now, nothing to say? After all the witty retorts over the years, I'm dissapointed. Oh well, Shego."
The pasty, almost greenish, skinned woman smirked. At the same time the light from the laser flared. "Don't need to tell me twice Doctor D." Leaning over so Kim could see her face clearly, "this is going to be better then sex."
In the same instant, the beam fired and Ron Stoppable stummbled through a door, racing to reach Kim first. "KIM!!" Half way to her he tripped, barely getting out the i before she was hit. Thier eyes met for a second, then the beam had done it's work.
Kimberly Anne Possible locked eyes with her best friend one last time, and then there was only darkness.
She didn't know how long she had been out, but when Kim awoke it was to a bright sun staring down at her. Carefully she pulled herself up, still feeling a throbbing feeling in her head. Looking around slowly, she saw nothing but desert in every direction. Thinking back, a vision of purple light engulfing her came to mind, but nothing else. Drakken and Shego must have left her here believing thier blast had killed her. Pulling her backpack off, she thought about how stupid they had to be to leave it on her. Searching through the various items, she found her Kimunicator and tried to contact Wade. Nothing except static answered her back. She just stared wideeyed at it for a moment before putting it away and pulling out a compact jetpack. "I thought he hacked into enough satalites to be able to contact me anywhere in the world." Sliding the straps from the jetpack on, and wrapping her arm through one from her backpack, she took off. 'Maybe I can reach him when I am closer to Middleton.' Kim began organizing her thoughts, 'first have him track down Ron, then find Drakken...No wait, why should I go find Ron first damn it. He is the reason all this happened." Though it took several hours to get back even with Wade's super powered jets at work, she was too angry to look at the scenery below. Too angry to notice the changes in her surroundings. It wasn't until she had landed on her street that she realized something was wrong, very wrong. Slowly she walked up the cracked, corroded driveway. There was nothing left, some plaster pieces, some shattered glass and the garage door. Everything else was gone. In the middle of the yard sat a stone slab. After a quick inspection of the ruins of her home, Kim made her way toward the chunk of concrete. It was about three feet tall, with writing on the front and two feet imprinted on the top, where a statue had once stood. She had to read the front several times to understand it properly.
"In loving memory of Kimberly A. Possible,
Sister, Daughter, Friend and Protector,
We shall miss you.
1987-2004"
A voice from behind her broke her concentration. "Hey Skeazamp. looking for a good time." Three large men in leather pants and t-shirts stood behind her, the tallest had long hair dyed puke green and beady litle eyes. They other's were both blond with dark brown beards and dark eyes, presumably twins. The 'twins' held rusted looking pipes, and the one in the middle a metal baseball bat. The leader spoke again, " If you want you can even stay a while, as long as you keep yourself interesting." Each man shared a smirk as they saw her crouch down. She smiled, thinking these idiots would be good for beating some frustration out on. She never saw the woman with the bike chain sneak up behind her, but she felt it when it was wrapped around her throat. A quick motion and her neck was tied to the stone slab, putting her head into a cricked possition. She could barely get enough oxygen through it to stay alive, there was no chance she could fight out of this.
The woman jumped down, stradling Kim's chest and grining wildly. "This is gonna hurt girly, this is gonna hurt." Dark brown bangs hid her eyes, and from out of nowhere she produced a hunting knife. Slowly she proceeded to slide it over the black sweater the teen hero always wore on missions. Moments later the fabric fell to pieces, while the two look alikes moved to take ahold of her feet, spreading her legs. Another quick slide and Kim;s bra fell to the ground beneath her. A morbid smile crossed the woman's lips, "these are quit nice. When you are done with her, I want to keep a nipple." Slowly she licked along the knife edge, cutting her own tongue and letting the blood flow from her mouth.
"Come now, in my day villians taunted thier hostages a hell of alot more before they started doing anything interesting." KP was so light headed by this point she almost thought she dreamed the voice. A sudden snapping sound fallowed and she could breath. Her eyes were just clear enough to watch as all four people turned around to see who had spoken. The man was tall and thin, though not without muscle. Pitch black sunglasses covered his eyes, giving him an eerie quality of appearing as if he could see everything around him at once, never knowing where he was really looking. Short black shaggy hair gave way to crimson bangs, though a light stubble around his face gave the impression that neither was natural. Dark jeans hung tightly to his legs, while the black boots still had visible caking of either mud or blood. His white t-shirt looked ancient, as if he had worn it since the day he was born, and clung to his upper body. Each strong arm ended in a hand covered with fingerless gloves, the pointer on the right one sewn closed since there was nothing to go through it. "Why don't you fools run along, before there is nothing left of you." His voice was thick, but not loud, like a drawn out purr. Without hesitation, he dodge to the side when the pipe came down at his head, and slammed his knee up into the man's throat. Before anyone could recover from this, the newcomer's fist went to the other's head and slammed it down face first onto the concrete street. Blood flowed from the loser's body, and before his opponent even turned he had stopped moving. The second 'twin' was on the charge, meeting with a boot in the nose. Bending down low, the man in the sunglasses swept his feet out from under him, and dropped another kick straight onto the temple. Leaping into the air, he landed on the fleeing leader, pressing him facedown on the grass only a few feet from the recovering teen. A quick stomp of the heel directly on the base of his neck stopped all thrashing and left only a shocked woman and equally surprised Kim alive or conscience.
The woman began to run after he took a single step in her direction, then he was right behind her. Kim looked at the three men lying around her. None of them were even breathing. Turning, she saw the tall man holding the woman by her neck, choking her. "Don't kill her." Kim never actually though he would listen, but could think of nothing else. A black and red head turned toward her, an eyebrow quirked, then he turned back to the person in his hands. With his slightly disfigured fist, he threw her past the rubble that had once been a house and turned again to Kim. When he reached her, she could only watch in shock as his hand went over her body. Mear inches away, accross her shoulder, past one breast, then the other, and grabbing firmly on the handle sticking out of the stone beside her. A quick yank dislodged a dagger that was much larger then the blade the woman had been holding. In long strides, he started to walk away, not looking back, not speaking a word. Crossing her chest with both arms she jump up and ran after him. She couldn't help it, she had to speak up. "How could you do that, how could you kill them? Who in the hell do you think you are?" When no answer came she tried a more civil tone and conversation. "And aren't you going to atleast let me barrow your shirt, I am topless at the moment."
When he stopped and turned to look at her, she noticed a tattoo just above the collar of his shirt. A bright red background in a sideways oval, with the letters RS in yellow. "I do what I have to do kid, so watch your fucking mouth. Second, no one wears this shirt but me." Turning again he slid his blade into a sheath hidden behind his back, blending perfectly with the jeans so it was unnoticable. "As for who I think I am, apparently you have been under a rock for the last three years. I'm being talked about all over the world as we speak." They had made thier way to a barely standing house by now, and the man was unlocking the door. At the exact second the door flung open so did Kim's jaw. As he turned the knob he spoke, still sounding like an enourmous cat purring, "Name's Ron Stoppable." Quickly he turned frowning, "Come in, but wipe your feet. My girlfriend gets really pissed when her floors are messed up." With that he walked away, pieces of the caking over his boots fell to the ground leaving a trail of dirty.
Hey, just thought of this. The title has two meanings, because if this is the futur, Ron is ver unlike himself, Un-Stoppable. Corny, but I liked it. Ok, probably everyone knew who he was from the instant he was introduced, but hey since it is fallowing Kim at this point, I still had to have it said, other wise it would never have occured to her. Well, I will get more if you all want it, but if no one cares I am not going to bother to keep going.
Latta