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Rise of the Monkey King:
The End of One Stage...
A tall young blonde man stood there slack jawed at what he was seeing, his KP, the girl who could do anything was being tortured. The time stamp read for just over an hour ago. He felt a burning heat grow through his body as the roar of a troop of monkeys played in a deep primal part of his mind. He watched as Senior Senior Junior came behind her and pulled her red mane back lifting her face to the camera. Her face on the small screen of his phone showed all the bruises and cuts from her previous tortures she was unconscious at least… the unzipping sound and Kim's waking scream told Ron what was going on. Ron dropped his phone when he saw the next two people come onto the screen, Dr. Director and Will Du walked onto the screen, with a lazy hand Dr. Director raised her small pistol to Kim's head and her voice could barely be heard coming from Ron's speakers on the ground.
"Kimberly you made two mistakes, the first," the sound of Director pulling back the slide of her gun brought Ron's attention back down to the screen. "Not joining when you had the chance, can't have you besting the best now can we. The second, you forgot to bring your side-kick." The gun shot came loud and clear from the speakers. Ron couldn't control it any longer for four years he has kept his powers in total check, it took Kim a month to come back to him after their graduation but that was fine, he loved her all the more for returning to him. Pulling the black velvet box from his pocket he made a vow then and there, this wouldn't be the end of this, even after vengeance had its day and the world was rid of her killers he would find a way to save her. His powers rolled off of him in blue waves as he picked back up the phone. Hitting a speed dial he waited for a voice to pick up.
"Ron?" Shego's voice sounded from the other end of the line. "We weren't expecting you and Princess over for another few hours, is something wrong?" Sighing Ron at least had that, their old enemies turned close friends didn't have anything to do with this.
"Shan, we won't be making it, I have some stuff to take care of tonight, tell Drew that I'm sorry but we'll catch up later." Before she could respond Ron hung up the phone and dialed another number. They'd find out about this in the morning.
"Ron I was just about to call you." Wades voice dropped a couple of years ago, the voice matching the body that the young teen had grown into, that rich voice was now a mix between rage and fear.
"Wade when were you going to tell me, and just so you know I'm doing my blue thing right now so honesty would be much appreciated."
"Ron I just got confirmation on authenticity, I ran every single test that I had trying to prove it false."
"Where Wade…"
"I'm sending you the coordinates now, and Ron?"
"Yeah Wade?"
"Kill them all."
"That was the plan." As Ron got off the phone he did something he hadn't done in years, he let his rage go. If those idiots, traitors really, thought that the Lowardians were a danger then they were seriously mistaken. Walking over to his car, an all black Charger, he speed off into the night, he made a decision to make a brief stop at his and… no, just his apartment.
Entering the large penthouse he stopped at one of the pictures near the door. It was taken a year ago outside his opening of the bistro. She was smiling and wearing his tog at a jaunty angle the smiles in the picture finally broke him. Falling to his knees he let himself cry the tears coming out, with Rufus gone, Felix on a date, Wade busy setting up funeral arrangements and Monique running her store he had no one to talk with, no one to cry on. Forcing himself to his feet he walked over to a locked room that had an azure blue door. Opening the door Ron flipped a switch on the wall, inside the sides of the walls were filled with different kinds of weapons ranging anywhere from throwing knives and spears to pistols and rifles. Walking Straight ahead Ron focused on the back wall where they were placed on the altar, the tools of his training the gifts from his sensei after completing his training the third time. Stripping Ron donned the black suit as parts of it touched his skin a blue design flared across the cloth, a match for Kim's old super suit. Taking a katana and sliding it into its sheath on his back Ron turned to the other weapons across the wall, picking up several different throwing knives and sliding them into their sheaths Ron left the hood off. This time he wanted his opponents to know his face; it was the ultimate challenge from a Shinobi, the greatest insult. Walking back towards the room's one door Ron stopped and listened. The light hum of a hover-jet and the sound of GJ issue boots warned Ron what was coming, reaching to the wall he pulled two pistols off the wall the two 10mm pistols were a gift from Mr. Dr. P of all people, fitting in a morbid sense that the guns of her father would be used to destroy those who killed Kim. Inhaling a deep breath he waited in the middle of his dojo the guns lose in his hands. He could hear them moving and talking outside the door.
"He's through here, move quietly, he's just the side kick but he's pulled some dangerous moves before." The voice was unfamiliar to Ron, just one of the thousands of flunkies that GJ has under its control. Raising one of the two guns level with where someone who would be trying to pick the lock would be on the other side of the door. Squeezing the trigger the round left the pistol blowing through the blue door like paper with a thunk coming from outside the door the first death in a private war was made. Rolling to the left Ron slid the still full pistol intro a holster under his left arm and the other into a holster on the small of his back. Reaching on the wall Ron grabbed several different kinds of smoke grenades, throwing some of the stickies onto the door he waited for them to blow it open.
***Japan***
An old man woke from something he had rarely had, a dream. A man with a long blonde mane of hair with a naked mole rat sitting on one of his shoulders was the main focus of the dream, his back was turned from the dreamers view, behind the foreign man several women were looking at him like a god four women in the center of the group were crowned and wearing slightly more clothing then the others. The voice of one of girls shocked the old man.
"Stoppable-dono, we must go your armies can finish this part of the country we must head back to the palace, the meeting with Lipskey-sama starts in less than an hour." The beautiful child that the dreamer all but raised looked oddly happy with the situation that she was in.
"Thank you Yori as always you're correct. Ladies it's time to see what our favorite smurf has for us today…" the dreamer woke as the man turned his old students brown eyes had been replaced by almost solid Azure orbs, there was no mistaking it though this man in sensei's prophetic dream was no other then Ron Stoppable.
Waking he started to meditate on the dream, what could make it so that the warrior of light would become an emperor… his queen, his balance and rock, one Kim Possible, the red hair was the only head missing from the others. She wouldn't have left him that would have turned the Chosen into a dark lord, and there would be no Lotus Blade, only the Blood Edge. So she must have been killed… Standing from his meditations he walked at a brisk pace to the alarms.
***Middleton Colorado***
Ron stepped out of his apartment shutting and locking the door behind him, he had left all the rifles at home, this was an up-close and personal battle, making his way to the roof in the armor of one of the GJ hit squad over his own lighter armor Ron waved down a jet making the no radio sign over his head. Getting into the Jet Ron allowed everyone to get comfortable and settle into the air before he made his move.
"So, Simmons how bad was the side kick." Lucky day for Ron, the pilot was none other than one William Du, Taking off his helmet Ron cleared his throat.
"You made two mistakes Du," Ron's voice was colder then liquid hydrogen as he spoke Du couldn't move, he couldn't even hit the alarm button. "One," Ron drew the 10-mm from his back holster cocking it, "You guys killed Kim Possible, and two," Ron pulled the trigger before he could finish the sentence sending bits of Du's useless 'Professional' brain all over the side of the cockpit. "You forgot to kill the sidekick." The ride back to the GJ base was simple on auto pilot. Enough so that Ron decided that it might not be a bad idea to try and get some shut eye. Slipping into the darkness Ron smiled to himself, this was going to end shortly, and he had to think about what to do after that.
Ron awoke in a room, before him were two statues, both were of him but what they portrayed were different, the one on the left was made of marble and gold it was of him in a mixed combination of different kinds of armor, he had the lotus blade at his side and the calm face of a ruler. The one on the right seemed to be cast out of pure gold with black bits of obsidian for accents in several places, the armor on this statue had sharper angles and more blades and serrated edges to it, there were multiple kinds of weaponry on him and the face was colder harder. Behind each of the statues different scenes seemed to play out, key things were the same in both, Ron seemed to have a harem in each of the futures, he seemed to rule in both of those paths also, something caught Ron's eye though, with the left path he saw flashes of a red mane that seemed to show up every now and then. A double voice filled the air around the statues as a woman seemed to appear out of nowhere she was dressed like a gypsy her face shrouded he felt calm in the woman's presence.
"You are about to set out on an adventure, here starts your rise to power," at this point the woman's presence seemed to light the room that Ron was in, above the statues was a scale that was currently perfectly balanced. "You have the blood of Heroes in you Ronald, the blood of ancient kings and queens run through your veins, and with that blood comes the Gift," walking forward again she motioned Ron to follow, they stopped in front of the gate, "It has been my job to train the hero's for generations, you though Ronald are one of the oldest that I've ever had to start with. All of your previous training, all of your previous decisions have led you to this point. What happens now is up to you. As you saw there are two paths that lead to a different ending to your story, when you awake you will find that you will have a decision to make. That decision once made will set you on the path which will allow for you to make your decisions. It is time to awaken Hero, you must awake…" As the dream world faded out the two statues seemed to burn into his memory. Ron Stoppable awoke as the plane landed, the air field was empty. Silently getting off the hover jet and getting into the ventilation system Ron thought about what he should do. The two paths… Ron stopped and looked out of one of the vents, looking down Ron saw Junior talking into a phone.
"… but Father it was my money and you know how I have always wanted to taste the rare Blue Fox… Yes I used my own money for this… They, they shot her Father I swear I had no idea that they were going to do that, I didn't want my Fox dead I wanted her… I know I will live and move on…" As Junior started to walk away Ron decided to drop down and face Junior. Landing silently behind the large spoiled brat Ron drew a collapsible Bo staff and with a flick of the wrist it became a full sized staff. Junior Hung up the phone when all of a sudden he was on the floor and then nothing.
When Junior awoke he realized several things very quickly, that he was tied to a chair, he was entirely naked, and that there was a man with his back turned to him facing a table, the man spoke before Junior could say anything.
"Tell me Junior, what happened to the Honor of the Seniors," the man turned and for the first time in Junior's life he knew fear. The man in front of him was supposed to be dead; the Stoppable should have been taken care of. Junior then looked into the eyes of the boyfriend of the woman he raped and saw something that he had never seen in them, coldness. "I overheard your conversation with your father; out of respect for him I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourself in my eyes. I warn you this won't be an easy thing, I saw what you did to Kim, Junior and just so you know," Ron pulled out the small velvet box and opened it setting it on the table for Junior to see. Junior couldn't help it he started to cry, the sobbing wouldn't stop.
"Ronald I am so sorry… I just wanted a chance at her I would have protected her…"
"She was never yours to protect. But at this point we can't change what happened, but you can help me get back at those who did this, well Betty at least Wil Du is never going to utter the word professional again. Junior I want you to tell me how this came about, I want no details spared and I want the truth. If I think our lying," Ron walked behind Junior, there was a raw piece of meat that he grabbed from the cafeteria and a popsicle on the table, picking up the small torch next to the steak he brought it about to Juniors face and lit it. "I will start torching your back. Did you know that a hot enough flame makes the contact point feel cold? You learn such cool things at culinary school." Ron waited for Junior to start talking.
"I… I was approached by Global Justice two months ago… ahh, ahhhhh, Please Ronald I am being the Honest with you…" Ron pulled the Popsicle back and killed the torch and waited for Junior to continue "It… was an offer I could never refuse, they offered me a chance to taste your Blue Fox they just needed the funding, I swear to you Ronald, I didn't know… If I had… I would have told you about their plan… Please Ronald, I am so sorry… I will help you however I can…" Ron started to torch the steak again as he moved the popsicle around the large back of SSJ. "AHHHHHHHHH… I AM SORRY RONALD I AM SO SORRY… I… I… accept your choice…" Junior was confused when a popsicle was popped into his mouth and he was turned to see the steak on the table. He felt his bonds being cut and saw Stoppable standing in front of him.
"Get dressed and go home Junior, I don't need any more help here. Go home and wait for my call, tell your father about this and tell him I am going to collect this debt and it will be a large one. Do you understand?" Ron threw the man his clothes and started to walk to the door pulling the katana from his back sheath and walking down the hall he left the large Spaniard nodding. As soon as the man was gone Junior dressed himself and left towards the hanger and his private jet. Getting on board he nodded to the pilot.
"Ponernos en el aire, Ahora quiero que estar en casa de la isla dentro de media hora, llame con anticipación tienen Padre esperándonos." He almost spat out in quick Spanish, he hated this damn country, he always wound up getting in trouble. He sighed as he felt the gears go up and the jet enter the air. He would talk to Father, this was now a matter of family honor, Stoppable had a point what he did was beyond dishonorable if he had known about Stoppable's plans he wouldn't have touched Global Justice's offer.
Back in the fire fight that Ron had thrown himself into he waited bodies piling up around him, at this point he could feel Betty's eye watching him through the cameras. He sheathed his blade and looked straight into the camera as he tapped an ear piece auto-dialing his personal genius. After three rings he got Wade's voice.
"Talk to me Ron." Wades voice was clean and crisp as he spoke, several hundreds of miles away the genius was tapping away at his computer, two pictures were on his desk, one was of his girlfriend Karin, a tall thin blonde girl his age who was a programmer. The other larger one was of Himself Kim and Ron. It was a recent picture, he was already taller than Kim and catching up to Ron, he was over six foot now, his shoulders broadening and his baby fat was mostly gone replacing it was mostly muscle. He was a Linebacker for the JV Mad Dogs team now, the convincing of his mother to let him go to high school was a difficult one but it helped him figure out how to actually talk with people and sports, especially football gave him a great way to get in shape. He had known Kim and Ron now for close to half his life. They were the first people to treat him as a friend. GJ had taken one of his friends from him, they wouldn't take another.
"Wade I need a layout and full control of the PA System, hell the entire system would be grand." Wade hacked into the networking and seeing where the feeds were all going he smiled he clicked on Ron's feed and smiled his blonde Brother was standing there reloading his guns calmly.
"As you ask it, so shall it be." Wade hit a couple dozen keystrokes in a fraction of a second and nodded. "Ron my friend," Now Wades voice was over the entire PA system he had the personal pleasure of watching one of the women he counted as a mentor flinch at the sound of his voice. He would enjoy seeing her die.
"Boo-yah, thanks man, Hook me up through the new com." Ron heard a couple quick sharp key strokes and smiled as he heard a blip. Tapping out a quick series of buttons Ron held the communicator in front of him and decided to use it like a Microphone, he was a buffoon he had tried to hide it his whole life but Ron knew that Dr. D was right, Shego was Right, Killigan, Motor Ed, all of them were right, he was a buffoon. "GOOOOOODDDD EEEEVVEEENNNIINNNNGGGG GLOBAL JUSTICE. THIS IS YOUR DOOM SPEAKING, MIGHT I JUST SAY HOW HONORED THIS DEVILISHLY HANDSOME MAN IS TO BE HERE TO END YOU ALL TODAY. And a special hello to Dr. Director, you and I have a very special chat to have. This is a warning to any who had no idea that Kim Possible was assassinated and tortured by your very own agency." Ron closed his eyes and using his MMP he cast his consciousness over the area he was surprised at the number who were entirely outraged by his news. "And there are more of you then I thought, leave now, go home. Take none with you go to your families, you have ten minutes to leave." Pushing a button he sent the video file to every screen in the complex. "Ten minutes starting now." Ron felt people leaving the area everyone who didn't know had subliminal nudges to use certain passages and ways out. Soon the ten minutes were up and Ron stood drawing a pistol in one hand and three knives in his other. Time to kill.
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