Alright this story might seem to be confusing at first but give it a chance. There is some questionable language in this story, but nothing to great.
P.S I don't own Kim Possible
"Oh God no"
Ron turned to look at his mother and through the harsh sunlight beaming from the window, he saw how pale her face had gotten. He didn't blame her for being shocked, considering the circumstances. Life had just thrown her a huge curve ball, well he didn't expect this curve ball either. He closed his eyes semi hoping, time would just stop right there, but it didn't. Although it sure as hell was moving slow enough. He turned away as his mother buried her face into his father's shoulders. He wondered if he should cry along with them, but for some reason it just wasn't coming. Even after the jury had just decided to change his life significantly.
"For the charge of Manslaughter in the first degree we find the defendant guilty."
The judge's voice was like a knife cutting into in his brain. The collective gasps of the crowd, didn't make him feel much better. Especially the voices of the people he knew.
"This can't be happening."
His father.
"Oh Ron."
Mrs. Possible.
"Why?" Followed by a choked sob.
Kim
Ron focused on the whispers of the crowd, as the judge began to deliver his sentence. He wondered if Rufus was out there also.
"..Under circumstances this does not constitute as murder, because the defendant acted under the influence of extreme emotional disturbance as defined in subsection..."
Ron leaned away from the bright lights of the window, he was hot enough without having the sun beaming down on him. Ha you've just been charged with manslaughter, but you're worrying about the sunlight, you'll be lucky if you see the sun again.
"...Class B felony..."
Class B felony, murder didn't sound so bad when you said it liked that. Even though he didn't mean it to do it, it was still murder. What he also found hilarious was that he was only being charged for the murder of the little girl, not for the evil henchman. Crooks were people too. Dr. Director must be working behind the scenes.
"...In conjunction with that fact, the defendant's spotless record, and his prior goodwill gestures toward humanity in general, before this incident."
Him helping Kim save the world was being considered in the Judge's sentence? Maybe Dr. Director did get to the judge a little. Ron couldn't help his eyes from wandering around the courtroom as he took in everyone's reactions. It wasn't that diverse a crowd, his friends and family were as expected, in complete shock. The rest of the crowd just murmured softly to each other.
"Damn my short attention span" Ron thought as he looked towards the bronze haired female judge, who now seemed larger than life.
"... Sentence you to twelve years in the experimental penitentiary known as Emerald City, where you will undergo government sponsored rehabilitation."
The bang of the gavel was so loud that it startled Ron, in fact it actually awakened him to the urgency of his situation. He tried to say something meaningful, but it felt like his throat had been filled with cotton.
"Do not worry, we can appeal this." Said his lawyer a cold emotionless expression on his face.
Ron wondered if he actually cared if Ron was innocent or not, or if he only cared about the new splotch on his record.
"No, it's over" Ron replied solemnly. "There's no reason for me to run anymore."
Ron allowed himself to be pulled away, by some nameless officer. He kept his head low, not wanting to risk looking anyone he knew in the eye. Flashbulbs erupted around the courtroom, it seems someone had let the paparazzi in. And why not? It was a great story, the story of a fallen hero. A story filled with action, drama, romance, a Greek tragedy actually. It would make one helluva of a t.v movie.
"Heck I'd watch it." Ron chuckled to himself.
Dozens of voices erupted at him at once, asking him how he felt How do you feel? How the fuck are you supposed to feel? Tell them you feel like shit.
Ron ignored all of the reporters as he was lead into a back room. Once inside, he suddenly felt dizzy, dropping to one knee he tried to grab onto the floor as the world began to spin. A new bolt of pain passed through his head.
The henchman
For a moment he thought his head was going to burst open
The little girl; you killed them all, because you're a monster.
Ron collapsed to the floor and there next to him laid a little girl. Her eyes, her dead eyes burrowing into him.
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Ron sat upright with a jolt, sweat pouring down his face. He grabbed his moist, damp pillow and flipped it to the other side. It didn't take long after placing his head back down for him to realize he wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon. He did a quick scan of his cell, there in the bed across from his Google slept soundly. Passing gas in his sleep as if on cue. Google was a veteran at Emerald City, but he'd be out on parole in a couple of months. Ron would miss Google, he was one of the few friends Ron had on the inside.
"A real pen pal" Ron laughed to himself.
Google was a great help during Ron's first year at Emerald City, he helped Ron learn the ropes. In fact that's how Google got his nick name, if anyone needed information about how things were run, they'd go to Google. He had all the information any one would need about Emerald City. Ron would miss him, but part of him was glad to see him. Google was getting old, and no one deserved to die in a hell hole like this.
Ron got up from his bed and stretched his body. Emerald City wasn't your daddy's jail house. For one thing there were no bars, all the cells were surrounded by hard bulletproof glass. They were like tiny one room apartments, facing each other. You could pretty much see into every inmates cell, but somehow things got done in secret. Things, many of the guards didn't know about, or didn't want to know about. The glass cells, the fancy new "recreational" area, and the feel good therapy rooms were the only superficial differences Emerald City had with any other prison. But like all other prisons, there was a dark cloud that hung over the place. A gloomy atmosphere, that depressed even the hardest of criminals.
Ron grabbed his flashlight pen and walked over to the toilet. Shining the light against the wall he read the words etched into it, located right above the bowl.
"For a good time, hire a hooker, For a lot of time, hire my attorney."
Ron laughed to himself again and then sighed. "That's about the hundredth time I've read that and it's still funny. The sad part is bathroom graffiti is the only thing that cheers me up around here."
He returned to his bed and brought his face down to his knees. Now matter how hard you tried, you can't get used to a place like this. He checked the length of his hair, it was almost down to his shoulders. He had decided to let it grow, just to try something different.
Reaching under his bed, he pulled out a brown folder filled with papers. He was right, his story was a good one, and People magazine wanted to do a piece on him. He didn't particularity want to relive such a touchy subject, but he wanted to send his parent's some money. It turned out lawyers were expensive as hell. Placing a piece of paper on his knees he starting writing where he had left off last night.
I have committed horrific crimes, but only when I had lost control of myself. There's a monster that lives in within me and it may always be there, somewhere hidden away in my mind. But that monster is not me. I admit I was never really sure of that, even during my trial. Back then that monster in my mind was so intertwined with who I was that even I had trouble making the distinction between it and me.
Ron stopped for a moment. The truth was that he didn't remember exactly what happened, that day. Except for one thing, he remembered giving into the power. He had allowed it to consume him. Thinking back now it was exactly what Master Sensei had warned him about.
Yamanouchi 5 years ago.
Ron sat in the Lotus position across from Master Sensei in a purely meditative state. They sat in silence, listening to the roar of the waterfall behind Master Sensei, and the soft rustling of the leaves around them.
Ron opened his eyes as Master Sensei began to speak, his voice calm and steady.
"Stoppable-san since you have returned to the school, I've watched you grow from an wide eyed novice to my greatest student. You have mastered ever technique the Yamanouchi school has taught you. Some you've mastered so well it's as if you had created them."
Ron blushed feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment. "Ah it's no big. You know what they say a student is only as good as his teacher."
"You are a modest one Stoppable-san. Be proud that you have achieved a perfect balance of speed and power. But I must offer you a warning, because of the great power you wield."
Ron suddenly began to tense up. Master Sensei was always serious, but never this serious, he suddenly wished for the relaxed atmosphere to return.
"What do you mean?"
"Stoppable san you like all warriors from the beginning of time, will one day come to face a crossroad. You will have to choice between finding greatness with honor and a pure heart, or allow the desire for victory to become a destructive need. Stoppable- san you may soon decide to sacrifice your humanity for the sake of power."
"Master Sensei, you know me, I'd never let anything like that happen."
"Many warriors have said those exact same words, and many have allowed themselves to be consumed by darkness. One day you may feel the need to win at all costs, even if victory means the taking of a human life. When that day comes Stoppable san if you are to become a true master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar, you will ultimately have to do battle with yourself. Remember these words and reflect on them."
Master Sensei closed his eyes again, he wouldn't say another word for awhile. He left Ron alone with his thoughts
Ron began to scribble on the piece of paper again furiously.
I wish that I could plug you guys into my head. Then you would be able to see and know the monster. And most importantly, you would then see that it is not me. We are truly separate creatures, fighting for control. During the trial, was the first time I saw the monster for what it really was. I slowly began to understood how I had allowed it to take control of me. It took me awhile to accept, that I was still ultimately completely responsible for what happened. That I was still responsible for allowing it to control me. I should have fought back harder; should have been stronger.
"That's enough for tonight" he said to himself as he put the papers away. Laying back down he caught himself staring at his hand. He could feel the power coursing through him. With the Mystical Monkey power he could break out of here easily if he wanted too. But he also knew he wasn't fit to be with society.
He forcefully shut his eyes, attempting to will himself to sleep. His thoughts drifted away from MMP, to more pleasant images.
"KP."
A smile came to his face as he turned to his sides, a few minutes later he was asleep. With thoughts of her breath brushing against his skin, thoughts of her whispering into his ear, telling him how much she loved him.
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The next morning Ron is herded out of the glass cell. He's headed down the concrete and steel walkway, with hundreds of other prisoners, three stories above the concrete earth below, to receive his breakfast. Upon entering the large steel dining area, the echo of banging, hammering steel never stops. The noise of the steel walls, the steel doors, the steel pots, the steel pans, the steel trays, the steel benches and the steel tables are all a constant reminder of the unforgivable deeds that he has committed.
Ron stopped for a moment as he watched the other prisoners. Many of them just shuffled along very slowly, dragging their scared feet, down the long stainless steel line, as the kitchen inmates throw, slam, and splatter disgusting looking food onto a three part steel tray.
"How's it going?" Asked Google as he limps over to Ron, scratching his white hair.
"I'm twenty three in the prime of my life and I'm in jail. It's safe to say, I've had better days Google" he sighed. "I just wish they'd give us different colored uniforms. Orange jump suits clash with my eyes."
Google laughed "you're always good for a laugh Stoppable."
Ron placed himself in the line with Google behind him, "so what's new today Goog'."
"Well word is that Bateman is going to get jumped today."
Ron rolled his eyes "again."
"Well the guy refuses to go in the showers. I can understand why he doesn't , but there comes a time when you've got to wash your ass. Guy is filthy, he could drive away Mexican cockroaches and make a gang-bang porn queen blush."
"Jeez, you sure have a way with words Google."
Ron continued down the breakfast line never making eye contact with anyone, never stopping, slowly moving forward.
"I hear Ripton's looking for you Stoppable. Said he's going make your life a living hell."
"Somebody should have told him its too late. Why is he pissed off anyway?"
"You don't remember, yesterday you stopped him from beating the living hell out of Richie. Ripton thinks your making him look bad in front of the other guards. He also said he was going to ride your ass, for the next ten years."
"You know in prison that could be taken out of context." Ron laughed as some type of food substance is dumped on his plate.
"You need to stop this interfering stuff. You got to remember you ain't a hero no more, that's why you're in here."
"You're right Google, you're absolutely right" Suddenly there's a large clanging sound as someone's tray hits the ground.
Ron turned around to see a young inmate being surrounded by a group of thugs.
"Don't do it Stoppable."
Ron ignored him and walked towards the commotion. He recognized the group immediately, the Savage brothers.
"What's going on guys?"
"What don't you mind your own fucking business Stoppable?" Said a large gorrilla like looking inmate.
"What, I was just about to talk to my friend here."
"Then you should have warned your friend here to not walk into our personal space, now he's got to pay."
Ron moved closer to the biggest thug in the group, and looked into his eyes. "I'm sure it was a simple mistake, but right now I'm your space."
The inmate looked at the others, a cautious look on his face. Wordlessly the rest of the group began to back away.
"Yeah you better run you bastards" Google laughed as he hid behind Ron. "Nice, Stoppable I knew I hung around you for a reason."
Ron turned towards the boy, he wasn't much younger then Ron, maybe around nineteen.
"You ok."
"Yeah" said the boy awhile later "thanks a lot."
"What's your name dude?"
"Jimmy."
"Well Jimmy, I think you better hang around with us for awhile. Call me Ron, this is Google he'll tell you how things work around here."
Jimmy looked at the both of them a look of sadness upon his face "I don't have to you know.. for protection do I."
"What! No, No I don't do that kind of stuff, but if that's your thing I could recommend you to..."
"No! I'll hang with you guys" replied Jimmy quickly.
"Alright kid, follow us."
Jimmy walked closely behind them as he scanned the area nervously. "So Ron why were those guys so afraid of you?"
Ron was silent for a few minutes, then he showed Jimmy his hand revealing a small colored wrist band. "This says I'm dangerous."
"What's that?"
"That's an electronic wristband" said Google. "It monitors the blood pressure, if the guy wearing gets angry it releases an electronic shock large enough to stun an elephant. They only put it on the inmates who have the most potential to really cause some havoc."
"Who else has them?" Asked Jimmy.
"I'm the only one" Ron replied quickly "If I wanted to I could waste everyone in here." He said in a robotic voice.
Jimmy looked at Google his eyes huge and horrified, but Google just smiled back at him.
"But" Ron said showing a good natured smile on his face. "I'm not the type of guy who would, violence doesn't solve anything. Plus looking at blood makes me queasy."
Google gave out a hearty laugh, as they sat down to eat, at an a old painted steel table that has probably been re-painted gray for the eight hundredth time. Ron picked up his fork and took a large portion of powered egg and placed it into his mouth, chews it about three times, then slowly opens his mouth allowing it to fall back onto his prison tray.
"I think it's time, I went on a diet. When did poison become part of the food groups."
"Look at this" said Google holding up a hard piece of burnt toast. "This should be confiscated as a lethal weapon. You can kill with this crap."
Ron turned to Jimmy who was gnawing at a piece of toast, Jimmy had the same scared look that Ron had when he arrived two years ago, before Google had taken him under his wing. Right then and there he decided he'd protect Jimmy no matter what.
"So what are you in for?" Asked Google, tearing into his eggs.
An embarrassed look came over Jimmy's face. "There was this girl" he said solemnly. We were in love, but I was twenty and she was um sixteen."
"Uh Oh I feel a song coming on" said Google. "She's just sixteen years old leave her alone, they say. Separated by fools, who don't know what love is yet. But I want you to know"
"Oh no" Ron said putting his hands to his face.
"If I could fly, I'd pick you up. I'd take you into the night, and show you a love. Like you've never seen, ever see. Oh baby"
"Google, shut the hell up and leave Jimmy alone. I'm sorry Jim Google is a little eccentric. If you say anything that reminds him of a song, he'll sing it"
"No, it's cool" Jimmy replied staring into his food. "She said she'd wait for me you know, so I've got that too look for too."
"Let me tell you something" said Google sternly. "Everybody's girl says that, and I'd say about five percent of them stay faithful. It's just a fact of life, your girl's probably nailing some prick right now."
Ron wanted to open his mouth, but he held back.
"You've got a girl waiting for you Ron?" Asked Jimmy.
"Yeah."
"What's she like?"
"Well she's bossy, stubborn, a little bit of a perfectionist, intelligent, caring, beautiful, I love her so goddamn much it's not even funny."
Google snapped his fingers in front of Ron's face breaking him out of his trance, "why don't you tell us what you really feel about this broad?" He said sarcastically.
"Google you know I love you, but if you call her a broad again, I might have to hurt you."
Google put his hands up defensively "whoa I sorry if I'm not PC enough for you. But maybe you should look around we're in a prison buddy. You're lucky I didn't call her a cu-"
Ron glared at him intensely "ok Stoppable you win. Man you've really fallen for this chick haven't you. Seriously though if you really love this girl, you won't ask her to wait for you. Don't ruin her life along with yours."
Google picked up his tray, and got up "come on Jim, I'll show around your new home."
As they both leave, Ron sat at the table alone. Google's words echoing in his mind.
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Three days later:
Going to the therapy room, was a mandatory part of Ron's government sponsored rehabilitation. It was headed by a Dr. Johnathan Melville and his assistant Mary Parker. They were kind people Ron thought, a little weird but kind. Dr. Melville looked liked your stereotypical psychiatrist, he was bald, he wore tiny glasses, and he always wore some kind of sweater. Mary Parker though was drop dead gorgeous, if his heart wasn't already set on Kim, he would have jumped all over her. He waved at her as she walked by, and to his surprise she winked at him. Hundreds of thoughts flooded his mind at once. Many of which was not suited for children under seventeen.
As usual Ron and a few other inmates were strapped into a cot as a small audio device was lowered towards there heads. Dr, Melville walked to the middle of the room, so they could all focus on him.
"As you all know recently we've been experimenting with music to help you deal with the stress and the pressures of prison life. Music can remove tension, and help us explore and bring out hidden emotions.
"Guess who's a faggot" called out one of the inmates from the back of the room, which was followed by plenty of laughs.
Ignoring the disturbance Dr. Melville continued, can anyone suggest a calming type of music.
"Ozzy Osbourne" laughed another inmate.
"Seriously though, anyone."
"How about Beethoven?" Asked Ron.
"Excellent Mr. Stoppable. Today we'll being featuring, select pieces from Beethoven."
The audio devises lowered even more and covered their faces. The light playing of piano strings begin to fill his ear.
"The first piece is the world famous Moonlight Sonata. I remember hearing this piece at the Vienna concert hall. The pianist there was amazing, his eyes remained closed the whole time, and he sat perfectly still, arms drawn in, almost as if in a kind of pain. Through the song you could here him calling out to a broken love, and dreams long out of reach. I'm sure you've all have felt this type of pain."
"Obviously, we're in fucking prison asshole" an inmate shouted
"Let you imaginations wander my friends as, you listen to the first gently chord. Where does the music bring you under? Are you under the moonlight with a long lost lover. Or is this a song about a one sided love affair?"
Ron found that he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, his eye lids became heavy and he nodded off to sleep.
"Wade!" Ron screamed into the Kimmuincator. "We need back up now!" The sounds of bullets erupted around him. He was pinned down by gunfire, behind an overturned steel table. He could here the footsteps of the enemies approaching.
"Ron don't panic, Global Justice will be here in about five minutes."
"We don't have five minutes" Ron said his voice straining "Wade, Kim she's been hit man and we're pinned down, they've still got one more hostage with them too a little girl."
"How bad is she?"
"She's real bad Wade" he said grimly raising his voice over the gunfire "If GJ don't get here soon Wade she's going to..."
"Alright Ron I'll try to get them to quicken the pace." He said before signing off.
"Alright men" a voice came called out with a megaphone. "They're trapped, send them to hell."
It was Rodriguez, the Global Justice traitor, he had led them into this trap. It was his fault Kim was in such bad shape. If he could only get his hands on him.
"Ron" Kim called out weakly as he held her in his arms.
"Shh come on Kim, don't talk you'll be fine" Damn she was losing blood, so much blood.
"Ron" she called out again blood pouring from her lips. She reached her bloodied fingers to his face and he clasped, her hand to his cheek.
"Don't talk KP, you need to save your strength."
He saw a look in her eye, a look that said I'll never see you again. A very scary look. "I love you Ron." Then her hand went limp.
"No, no no no no," Checking her pulse he was relieved to find that she had just passed out. They had to get to the hospital soon, but that wouldn't do any good if they were dead before GJ got there.
He shut his eyes tight, trying to clear his mind, focusing his energy. He needed more strength now, it didn't matter how, he needed more power. A kind of darkness came over him, something he had never experienced before. His eyes rolled up to the whites, he sagged against the wall, his hands fell to his lap. Suddenly a low growl could be heard from his throat.
Ron found himself surrounded by darkness, there was nothing but silence. And then there was the screams, the horrible ear splitting screams. Bones breaking, bodies smashing against the walls. More screaming now but distant.
"Freeze, put your hands up, and get down on the ground."
His eyes opened his eyes, no idea for a moment what had happened or where he was, only knowing that his head hurt terribly. He felt something warm on his hands, he looked down both hands were streaked with blood, his left hand considerably redder than the other. He looked around him. The room was littered with bodies, the walls stained with more blood.
"What happened?" he said breathlessly.
"Get on the floor now" cried the Global Justice agent then he butts Ron in the face with his rifle.
"Ronald wake up, you have to wake up!"
Someone was shaking him, a female voice, was it Kim? His mother? Was it time for class already?
Ron opened his eyes slowly.
"Ronald are you alright? You seem to have dozed off back there" said Mary Parker as she began to unstrap him from the cot.
"Oh I must've of fallen asleep."
"It's okay Ronald, but did you have a nightmare, you were muttering in your sleep."
"That's normal" said Ron getting to his feet "I've been having nightmares for the past three years."
Mary gave Ron a genuinely sympathetic look, it made him feel better knowing that there was an actual caring person on the prison staff.
"Let me ask you something Mary, what were they thinking when they hired such a beautiful women to work at prison? In my opinion that's just asking for trouble."
Mary blushed a little " are you flirting with a prison official?"
"Me, no. I'm just commentating on the obvious. Besides I'm in prison, I'm not dead."
Mary laughed "how did a nice guy, like you end up between these walls?"
"Maybe, I'm not as nice as you might think. I might be dangerous."
"No, you're abut as dangerous as little puppy."
"How do you know?"
"I can see it your eyes, I know who's dangerous by the look in their eyes. Ronald my friend you are not dangerous."
"Whatever you say, you're the shrink."
"Anyway, you shouldn't go around flirting like that. You're girlfriend might find out, news travels fast in a prison."
Ron looked at her surprised, "you know about Kim."
"Of course, we have to screen all of your visitors. She seems very dedicated"
Mary watched as Ron seemed suddenly to be lost in thought, she found that she had become moved by the deep sadness in his eyes.
"Mary; woman on the outside who are keeping up their relationship with prisoners, what are their lives like. Do you know?"
"What do you mean like a prison wife."
"Yeah" Ron said looking over his shoulders "prison wife."
"Well I've seen many cases of prison wives, and it's not an easy life. You might say that she, doesn't have much rights concerning her husband. He's just a number, and is identified by that, it is written on his clothes, his mail, everywhere. Then there is the social aspect of it, prison wives are sometimes shunned in their neighborhoods. To some she's a wife without a husband. But of course some women are really dedicated though, I've seen those who have waited twenty years and more. Sometimes I wonder how they do it."
When she finished, she waited to see Ron's reaction. He just closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. "Thanks doc, I'll see you again tomorrow."
With a nod, hr began to slowly make his way out of the room, as if he didn't really want to leave.
Inside of his office Dr Melville, stared into a small monitor. He watched as Ron left the therapy room. Suddenly the phone rang and he grabbed it on the first ring.
"Melville is that you?" said a nasally voice on the other side of the line.
"Yes sir, what do I ow--"
"Melville I'm reading Stoppable's progress reports, and I don't like what I'm seeing."
" I'd hate to tell you this sir but, what happened three years ago might have been a fluke. There are no signs that show he can generate that kind of power again, it might have been a once in a lifetime experience."
"No Melville trust me it was no fluke, now your job is to figure out how to trigger it and to find out if we can control it. From the look of these progress reports, you're not doing your job my friend."
"Ok, I'll try a different approach sir."
"You better doctor, its your ass on the line."
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The next week:
Before Ron could realize what was happening he felt a wave of pain in his head. He staggered back onto the wall, blood trickling down his nose.
"How do you like that boy? You ain't nothing but a fucking animal, remember that."
Four guards pinned Ron against the wall in the t.v room. The minute they had showed up, every prisoner in the room except him had run out. No one wanted to be a witness to what was about to go down. A large portly looking man saddled up behind the group of guards, a smug look on his thick face.
"Well boy, what do you have to say for yourself now?" Asked Ripton, the chief of security at Emerald City.
Ron ignored the man, he also chose not to struggle as the guards increased their pressure on him.
"Hey" screamed Ripton.
"Hey? Don't you mean oink?" Ron retorted.
For the joke, Ron received a blow to the head, courtesy of Ripton's nightstick.
"What did I do know Ripton?"
"Nothing Stoppable, I just decided you needed a little discipline today."
"Oh how unconstitutional of you Ripton" Ron replied as he spit up some blood.
"You've disrespected me in front of my men for the last time, you smart aleck bastard. After two years, you'd think some people would learn to have respect for authority. But not you huh Stoppable, you're still that wise cracking bastard I met two years ago."
"Trust me Ripton, I'm not the same person. But what hasn't changed is my thinking that you're a greedy, corrupt, fat sack of crap.
Ripton punched Ron in the face "you know I'm a little sensitive about my weight."
"How dare you call the chief fat" cried one of the guards.
"Fat? Even when he's alone you can lose him in a crowd" laughed Ron.
"Shut up!" screamed Ripton "you'll shut up if you know what's good for you."
"Hey Ripton you'd be a great prisoner. You can be damn sure you'll never make a narrow escape."
"That's it let me at him boys." Said Ripton as he pushed his men to the side.
"Are you sure about this boss?" Asked one of the guards nervously. "I read his file, about what he did to those terrorists, this guy is a monster. I don't think we should mess with him."
Ron winced at the word monster, he didn't know what hurt worse the night stick or the guards words.
"Monster? Does this look like a monster to you?"
Ripton crashed his nightstick into Ron's gut, doubling him over. Ripton then proceed to kick Ron in the left thigh. A few second later all of the guard joined in, kicking him while he was on the ground.
"Some monster" said Ripton whose spit landed on Ron's cheek.
"Come on boys" he said issuing his men to leave. "Oh you might want to keep an eye on your friend. I hear the Savage brothers are going to initiate someone into their group today." He laughed as he left
Ron's mind raced as he rolled on the floor. A savage brother's initiation day only meant somebody was going to get killed. But Google was too well connected to—.
"Jimmy" cried Ron as he got to his feet, and sprinted out of the t.v room.
Ron ran through the recreational area, knocking people out of his path. The last he heard Jimmy and Google were going to have lunch. He hoped to God that they were still in the cafeteria. Ron burst through the doors of the cafeteria, as a guard charged at him. He nimbly dodged the guard and quickly scanned the room. He spotted Google and Jimmy who had just begun to eat, but then he noticed something else, a suspicious looking inmate, sneaking up, patting his pant pocket.
"Jimmy watch out." he shouted.
Jimmy looked up and followed Ron's eyes to the inmate who was now brandishing a sharp knife. Google quickly pulled Jimmy to the side and placed himself before him. The inmate knowing of Google's reputation knocked him aside and rushed towards Jimmy.
Jimmy watched in slow motion as the inmate prepared to strike, suddenly he was pushed to the ground. As he fell he saw Ron standing in his place, as the inmate stabbed him in the stomach. The inmate realizing that he no longer had access to his target, stabbed Ron three more times, before he was pulled away by the cafeteria guards.
Ron felt a sharp pain go from his stomach to his legs, then he heard the sound of something wet splat on his foot. He was in complete shock, not because of the fact that he had been stabbed. But that he had allowed it to happen, disarming an opponent was an art he had mastered in Yamanouchi. Maybe this is what he had wanted, he thought as he fell to the floor, maybe this was for the best.
He heard screams, and people rushing around him. Maybe this was all just a dream.
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Ron awakened to find Kim curled against him under the covers. She smiled and cuddled up against him again. Wiggling even closer she gave him a light kiss.
"Good morning" she said grinning at him.
"Good morning" he replied. "Man I'm so glad I put that aphrodisiac in your drink last night."
She laughed and squeezed his arm "so that's what kept me from running out the room, I thought something was up."
"I think my
smooth moves had something to do with keeping you here. It's hard to
resist the old Stoppable charm."
"You've got some sense of humor there Ron."
"It's my sense of humor that's going to keep us from being an old boring married couple."
"Married couple?" She asked slightly surprised.
"Yeah eventually, we'll be a married couple. I got it all planned out, a house a small picket white fence, and two hover cars in the garage." He looked at her with mock surprise "I didn't tell you about my plan? It must have slipped my mind."
He looked into her jewel like green eyes, knowing that he probably would never feel this happy again.
She pressed herself against him again and placed her head on his chest, "I love you."
"Kim I promise you, we'll be together forever."
Ron opened his eyes and found himself looking up at Google's old face.
"Good, you're finally awake, it's been like three days man."
Ron sat up, and moved his hands around his bandaged waist. He felt a minor pain in his midsection, as he stretched his body.
"Wow, that was the best dream I've had in three years" Ron said as grabbed a glass of water from a table beside his bed.
"Really what was it about?" Asked Google.
Ron took a moment to answer "I don't really want to talk about it, but man was it bittersweet."
"Hey someone's here to thank you."
Jimmy walked into the ward and extended his out to Ron "thanks man I would have died if it wasn't for you."
Ron looked at Jimmy's hand and waved it away "don't mention it dude, it was no big."
"No man I've only known you for a couple of days and you've saved my life twice. You're something else."
"Enough with the sap dude, that kind of stuff is just instinct to me. I used to be a hero remember."
"Nah you still are" said Jimmy.
"Whatever you say" Ron replied as started to pace around his bed.
"Are you sure you're supposed to be moving around like that?" Asked Google "I
mean you were stabbed three times."
"I'll be fine, I'm tougher than I look."
"I bet you are" said a female voice.
The three men turned around quickly to see Mary Parker enter the room.
"You guys do know only authorized personnel are allowed in here."
"Really" said Google "I guess Jim and I need to go"
Mary smiled as Jimmy and Google rushed past her towards the exit. "you've got some good friends there, they risked a lot sneaking in here."
"Yeah they're a couple of rascals" Ron said as he laid back down. "So what brings you here doc?"
"I just wanted to check in on you. See how're you doing. You seem to have recovered really quickly."
"Yeah I'm something else alright."
She dragged a chair to the side of the bed and sat down. There was a long period of silence, afterward. Ron could see she was trying to build up her courage to say something, but he had no idea what. He had a feeling he'd prefer not to hear any of it.
"Ron I'm involved in a certain organization."
Organization? Ron felt even more certain he might not like what he was about to hear.
"No wait let me start over. Ron you may not now it but a certain number of groups are very interested in you."
"In me? Why?"
"I think you know why" she said sly.
Ron sat up in his bed, what exactly was she implying. He studied her face looking for any hint of how much she knew about him.
"With your abilities our organization is sure to reach it's goals."
"And what are these goals, Mary?"
"Our goals is to create a peaceful world."
Ron laughed "a perfect world, by fighting the evil right. Global justice already does that kind of stuff Mary."
"Global Justice will not take the necessary measures to assure the peace of the people. It takes a large amount of force and sacrifices to rid the world of evil."
"So what do you want from me?"
"You can lead us, with your power we can create a better world, a real utopia."
Ron turned away from Mary, she seemed sincere in what she was saying. But he wanted no part of it.
"Sorry Mary I don't have the kind of power to help you out."
"Alright it's not like you don't have time to reconsider. I'm just kidding, that was a bad joke" she said quickly. "I'm sorry".
Ron looked at her, she had a sweet innocent face on her . He still liked her, even after finding out she was some kind of fanatic.
"Don't worry about it. It was actually kind of funny."
"You're such a nice guy" she said, then she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Shocked by her own actions, she turned bright red and backed away from him.
"Um I'm sorry, I'll just leave now. Wait, before I go I have to tell you to watch out for Dr. Melville."
"Why?"
"I'm not sure, but he might be up to something."
"Aren't you his assistant."
"I am, but I think his morals are in the wrong place. Anyway I better go." She turned quickly almost tripping over her own feet as she ran out.
Ron sat alone in silence, feeling a mix of pride, shock and guilt. After a few minutes of reflecting, he decided that there nothing wrong with feeling proud.
"Ah the old Stoppable charm, so powerful it should be illegal."
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The supervisors of Emerald City tried there best to isolate the prisoners from their former lives. That was especially the case for Ron, countless times arranged meetings between him and his family were canceled. There were times when his family had arrived to the prison only to be turned away. In two years he had only seen Kim and his family a total of eight times in person. Luckily though the prisoners, if they had enough money, could use the prison videophones to call home and get a glimpse of their loved ones. That is if their family could afford a luxury such as a videophone.
"You've got five minutes" the guard growled as he led Ron into a small cramped room, containing a single chair facing a table with the videophone on it.
The guard took his place a few feet behind Ron as he sat down. Ron took a deep breath and picked up the receiver. This was a conversation he had been dreading for weeks, but he had made up his mind. He punched a few numbers and after a few rings Kim's face came up on the screen.
"Hey" he said quickly. "What's going on?"
"Ron, I wanted to come see you. But the prison officials they keep canceling our appointments."
"I know Kim. It's been like that forever."
"What's wrong Ron?"
"What oh nothing is wrong. Why would you think that?"
"First of all you're leaning on one side, your left side, When you shift to the right you wince in pain. What's that all about?"
"Damn her powers of observation" Ron thought. How would he get pass this one, should he lie? He didn't want to worry her, but sometimes she could tell if he lied.
"I was stabbed three times, last week. I was in the hospital for like three days" he told her quickly.
He moved the receiver away from his ear, but he could still hear the shrieking what! from the other line. Placing his ear back to the receiver he noticed that she had started the conversation without him.
"What do you mean, you've been stabbed? Are you okay? Should you be moving around like that? Why didn't the prison tell us about this?"
"Kim, I'm fine you should know it takes more than that to hurt me."
He looked at her at her and saw the concern in her eyes. It made him feel so guilty.
"Ron why don't you go through with the appeal. They can't prove that you were the one that killed those people."
"But I was the only one there, I had the blood on my hands. No one else had the power to that anyway."
"But you don't even remember what happened yourself."
"Maybe that's for the best. God knows I've had enough nightmares. Kim I'm going to serve out the rest of my sentence, its just the right thing to do."
"Dr. Director says that GJ should be closing in on that traitor Rodriguez. I want to be the one to take him down personally though."
Ron smiled back at her, the fact that she attempted to change the subject was one of the things that he loved about her. He was absolutely positive that Global Justice had no idea where Rodriguez was. Rodriguez was long gone, living off the money from whoever had ordered him to set up that ambush for he and Kim.
"God you're beautiful" he said after a few minutes of awkward silence.
"And you're so dirty looking" she replied back.
He laughed "that's exactly wanted to hear."
He stopped laughing when he saw the tears that formed in her eye. He sighed it wasn't getting any easier.
"Ron you've got to go through with the appeal, I miss you so much, I need you Ron."
"Kim I--"
"Ron I love you, I can't see you this way."
"Look--"
"It's all my fault" she cried "If I didn't get hurt you wouldn't have needed to do what you did."
"Kim I think you should start seeing other guys" the minute he said it he felt disgusted, but it was what had to be done.
"What?"
"Kim" He said looking down on the table. "It would be selfish of me to ask you to wait for me. No one will ever love your more than me, but because my life is screwed up it doesn't mean yours should be too."
"Ron.. I"
"Let me finish KP. I once promised that we'd be together forever, but that isn't how things are going to play out. You shouldn't waste all those years on me, it would kill me knowing that I'm keeping you from being happy. I should pay for my crimes, not you or my family."
"One minute left" said some recorded voice breaking up the conversation.
"Ron don't this."
"I've got to Kim, its for the best."
"Ron I don't care how long it is. I can wait for you forever."
"Can you Kim? I know deep down you've thought about this, you know how hard it's going to be. We can't see each other when we want, we can't talk to each other, we can't touch each other. You should find someone else to make you happy Kim. Because it obviously can't be me."
He was barely able to choke out those last few words, he instantly wanted to take it all back. Before she could answer the recorded voice returned and told them their time was up. In a flash Kim's face disappeared from the screen, and all Ron could hear was the dial tone.
"I love you" he said into the phone before hanging up the receiver.
"Ron. Ron" Kim screamed into the phone, knowing that they had been cut off.
"What's wrong" Mrs. Possible said as she rushed into the room.
Kim said nothing at first, she just stared at the blank screen, a dazed look in her eyes. The eyes of someone who hadn't slept peacefully in two years.
"He said I should start seeing other people."
"Who said that?" Asked Mrs. P
She looked up at her mother, her eyes bright red. "Ron, he said I should find someone else to make me happy. He said it was for the best."
She rushed into her mother's arms and began to weep "I don't want anybody else mom. Why did this have to happen to us?"
"Oh Kimmie" said her mother as she stroked Kim's hair.
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The walk back to his cell was a rough one for Ron. He couldn't get their conversation out of his head. He knew Kim wasn't going to follow the plan at first. He would have to avoid talking to her for awhile, maybe she would get it after awhile. He knew it was going to be difficult, but it was the hardest decision he had ever done in his life. Reaching his cell, he found Google and Jimmy just hanging out.
"So what do you think Shakespeare meant when he said men at some time are masters of their fate?"
"He was probably saying that you're only screwing yourself by getting married. It took me three tries to figure that out" replied Google
Jimmy chuckled to himself as he saw Ron plop down on his bed.
"What's the matter chief?" Asked Google.
"I just made the hardest decision ever. And it really hurts."
"Broke up with the missus huh."
"How'd you know Google?"
"I've seen that look before, trust me. But you did the right thing kid, if you really loved her you'd save her from that kind of pain."
"Yeah I did the right thing." said Ron as stared up at the ceiling from his bed. "You know I used to think what we had would last forever. I also knew for sure that my life would be smooth sailing after high school."
"This all reminds me of a classic song."
"Please Goog, not now," Ron groaned
"I've been
alone with you. inside my mind, and in my dreams I've kissed your
lips
a thousand times. I sometimes see you, pass outside my door,
Hello!"
"Google please" Ron pleaded
"Is it me you're looking for? I can see it in your eyes, I can see it in your smile. You're all I've ever wanted, and my arms are open wide."
Suddenly Jimmy got in on the action " Because you know just what to say,and you know just what to do and I want to tell you so much. I love you."
"Jimmy not you too, come on dude."
Google and Jimmy began to sing in unison "I long to see the sunlight in your hair, and tell you time and time again. How much I care, sometimes I feel my heart will overflow."
"Hello!" sang Ron. I've just got to let you know, because I wonder where you are, and I wonder what you do. Are you somewhere feeling lonely? Or is someone loving you? Tell me how to win your heart, for I haven't got a clue. But let me start by saying I love you."
"That's right everyone all, together now" shouted Google waving his hand like a conductor.
"Hello! Is it me you're looking for? Because I wonder where you are and I wonder what you do. Are you somewhere feeling lonely? Or is someone loving you? Tell me how to win your heart. For I haven't got a clue but let me start by saying I love you."
"Now that was great, we should start up a talent show."
"You guys are such bastards" said Ron tears dripping from his eyes.
"Hey now, there's no crying in prison" said Google.
"I'm not crying. I'm remembering with tears." Ron said as he turned to his side, his back to his friends. "Thanks guys" he said a minute later.
"No prob" answered Jimmy.
"Jim, I think we should give our friend here some alone time."
"You know what I just realized Google" said Jimmy as they left the cell. "Safety hazard is an oxymoron."
"That's true, so is extensive briefing, deafening silence, and educational television."
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Two week later
"Damn, that's four hundred reps already" said Jimmy as he watched Ron bench press the five hundred pound weight.
Ron stopped as Dr. Melville approached him.
"What are you doing out here doctor?" Asked Ron.
"I've got a proposition for you Mr. Stoppable. If we can please talk in silence."
Ron nodded to Jimmy who then walked away.
"You've shown great commit towards rehabilitation, and I've informed my supervisors of this."
"Really?" Said Ron half paying attention, wiping away his sweat.
"There might be a way to get you out of here early" Melville beamed.
"I don't want to get out early doctor. I need to pay for my crimes."
Melville looked around his shoulders, checking to see if anyone was near. "I know about you're powers Stoppable."
"What!" said Ron.
"I know about your powers" he whispered again.
"How?"
"That's not important, what is important is that I can help you control it. You'll be able to release your full potential without losing your self to the power."
Ron looked at the man incredulously "you can help me gain complete control of my powers. So what's in it for you ."
"All you have to do is allow me to test your powers."
"You want to do experiments on me."
"Yes" said the doctor excitedly. "I get my research, and you get to return to your family."
"But what, my sentence I---"
"Stoppable the only reason you're here is because you couldn't control your own power. Think of all the good you can do on the outside,with your powers."
This was all a little overwhelming for Ron, he didn't expect anything like this. Then he remembered Mary's warning. A war began to wage in his mind over what he should do.
"If you agree you'll be free by the end of the year. What do you say Stoppable?"
"I'll think about it" he replied. "If you'll excuse me, I've got somewhere to be." He said as he walked away.
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Ron walked around the recreational area his thoughts a jumbled mess. Had he been punished enough? And he didn't like the idea of becoming a guinea pig. But he could be released early, he could go back to his family, back to Kim.
"Well look at what we got here. It's hero boy" laughed Ripton surrounded by four goons.
Ron ignoring the fat guard as he continued to walk away.
"Aw what's the matter hero, I hear you've been moping around like a little bitch ever since you broke up, with that red headed whore."
Ron took a deep breath and continued walking slowly.
"Good thing you did, by the time you get out here there won't be anymore threads on those tires" Ripton began whopping it up with the other guards.
Ron stopped in tracks, he had difficulty breathing, he suddenly felt very tired. Then there was nothing but darkness.
"Shit I should take a shot at the bitch while she's still tight."
The laughter and merriment was suddenly interrupted by a low growling.
"What the hell was that?" Asked one of the guards.
"Holy shit" said Ripton. "Look at his eyes."
Ron had turned around to face Ripton, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes milky white, a blue aura glowing around him. Before Ripton could blink Ron had torn through his men. Bodies flew through like they were dolls.
"What about the wrist band" Ripton gulped as Ron stood before him.
"You mean this" Ron growled.
To Ripton's horror Ron reached towards his hand and tore it off like it was a piece of paper.
"Wait, hold on I was tol--"
Ron punched Ripton before he could explain himself. The blow was so large it instantly shattered his jaw and sent him sliding across the floor. Alarms exploded throughout the room. Dozens of armed guards, charged into the room equipped with full body armor, clubs and shields. They quickly surrounded Ron, who still had a look of intense rage.
"Get down" they guards shouted at Ron.
"No, I want Ripton. Don't get in my way." Ron growled at them
"Get down, or we will force you down" shouted one guard.
"Fine" said Ron as he charged into them.
"Jesus" thought Ripton his hand to his face. "What did they have me dealing with? This guy really is a monster."
Ripton cowered into a corner as Ron savagely ripped into the guards. His blows were powerful enough to break through the bullet proof shields and he was too quick and nimble to be tackled down. One by one the guards fell as Ron's punches and kicks broke through their armor. After awhile it became clear that he was untouchable, thirty guards lay at his feet after no more than five minutes. Ron stood in the middle of the carnage staring at his hands, admiring his power. It was then that he noticed Ripton crawling towards the exit.
"Here little piggy, we're not done playing."
Ripton attempted to crawl away faster, but Ron was on him in the blink of an eye. Picking him up with one hand, he pinned the large man against the wall
"What's the matter Ripton, I thought you were going to ride me for the next ten years."
"Ro" Ripton sputtered, blood flowing from his mouth "mhey lold re uoo."
"What's the matter Ripton cat got you're tongue or did you eat that for breakfast too."
"Mlease."
"I'm going to enjoy this" Ron drew his fist back preparing to crash it into Ripton's skull with full force.
Ripton closed his eyes and braced for the blow. A quick prayer flashing through his mind."
There was a large smashing sound, that caused Ripton to mess his pants. Opening his eyes slowly, he saw Ron's hand embedded into the wall. A huge crater had been created inches from his face. He looked at Ron's face and realized his eyes had returned to normal. He no longer had the savage look of a crazed animal. Ripton quickly prayed to all the God's he could think of as Ron let him fall to the ground.
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Kim walked into the room and dropped herself on the bed. She looked around and allowed the memories to return her. Except for the occasional cleaning session Mrs. Stoppable had kept Ron's room in the same condition for the past two years, nothing had been changed. This was the first time she had been in his room in months, but she could still feel his presence. She grabbed his pillow and began crying softly.
Rolling onto her back she looked up towards the ceiling. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she noticed a small panel above the ceiling fan. Removing her shoes, she stood on his bed and pushed the panel open, revealing a small hole. Reaching in she grabbed the only object she could find, a small wooden box with the words some day scratched into the top. She could feel her heart beating, as her hands began to shake. She took a deep breath and quickly opened the box. Her eyes fell on a small ring on top of tiny picture of her and Ron.
"Oh Ron" she whispered before slipping the ring on her finger.
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"Welcome to solitary confinement. I hope you like it you'll be in here for the next five years" snarled the guard who dragged Ron towards the tiny room.
It had been a good half hour since his one man riot. Ron had surrendered peacefully after regaining control of himself.
"Hold on man. Did I kill anybody?" Ron asked, afraid of the answer.
"No, but you caused some serious injuries though."
"Thank you" Ron said relieved as the guard tossed him the dark room naked and locked the door behind him.
In complete darkness he reflected on what happened. This time he didn't ask for the power, it just came out on it's own. He wasn't in any personal danger, so it must have been his anger that triggered it. What if the guards weren't wearing body armor, what if there were innocent people around? Would he have hurt them too? It was then that he realized that he was dangerous.
Dr. Melville approached Ron a week later, and Ron accepted his proposal.
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"We'll be transferring you to a medical lab in the South Pacific, that's where we'll begin the tests" said Dr. Melville.
"Good bye Emerald City. You've informed my family about my move right."
"Of course we have."
Ron looked at the bald headed man and knew that he was lying, but in that instant he realized it was probably for the best that his family didn't know.
"You should be happy Mr. Stoppable, your life is about to change significantly."
"Yeah alright, what happened to Mary?"
"Well that is quite peculiar, she quit around the same time you were sent to solitary."
"That's too bad, she was easy on the eyes."
The two escort guards led Dr. Melville and Ron to the roof of the building where the helipad could be found. From the roof a person could see, the sun rising over the nearest foot hills, for a normal person this was no big deal. But this was the first time He had seen the sun and the sky in two years. He didn't realize how much he had missed it until today. After months of being alternately depressed and angered by the direction his life had taken, it was the first time he was glad that he was alive.
"Come on Stoppable." Somebody called out, and attempted to pull him towards the helicopter.
As Ron continued to enjoy the landscape, he suddenly heard a scream. He watched in a amazement as Mary Parker jumped out of the helicopter and kicked Dr. Melville in the face, then with a few swift moves, she knocked out the rest of the guards. Her task done she fixed her hair and made her way towards Ron.
"Let me guess you still want me to join your group."
"Yes and we also don't want anyone else to have you."
"What do you mean?"
"Dr. Melville has a written a little known piece called "Outline of Special H Cases. The "H" is used as shorthand for hypnotic, hypnotized, or hypnotism in these documents. I became his assistant to keep an eye on him."
"I wish I was this popular in high school" Ron sighed "Thanks for the help, but I'm still not joining your group."
"Oh no this is just a little favor, we won't force you to join."
"How do I know you're not lying to me."
"You'll just have to trust me."
For some reason he did "So what do we do know?"
"Well" she said looking back at the helicopter "we can drop you off at the nearest town."
" I can't stay here and wait to be hypnotized, but if I go out there I might be a danger to the people around me."
"There's got to be some out there who can help you?"
"Yeah there might be, someone just like me" he said as he started towards the copter. "Looks like I'm a fugitive."
"You won't be the only one, look at the pilot."
Ron looked through the helicopter window to see a familiar face.
"Jimmy, what the hell?"
"How's it going dude" Jimmy saluted as Ron entered the helicopter.
"Jimmy here was sent in undercover to test your character."
"So did I pass Jimmy?"
"With flying colors my man" Jimmy answered back as the helicopter took off.
Ron laughed as he turned to Mary, who now looked worried.
"You do realize you can't contact your family or anyone else you know. The police will be all over them."
Ron eased back into the seat, "I had already thought about that, I wasn't going to. The problem is, them contacting me."
"You think they can find you."
"I'm pretty sure she can find me, and she probably won't sleep until she does."
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El Paso Texas.
"Yes I understand."
Rodriguez closed his cell phone and put it down on the sink, and then the former Global Justice agent continued to shave. He had just received a phone call telling him that Stoppable had escaped. And he may be searching for revenge.
"Let him come" Rodriguez said to himself.
If Stoppable came any where near his family he'd kill him. And he had no problem with that. He killed people before, even a little girl almost the same age as his little Maria. It didn't bother him one bit, he needed the money to assure his families future. And if that meant killing a little girl or screwing some kid over he didn't care.
"Hey papi, mommy says it's time for breakfast." Said a liitle girl who walked into the bathroom.
He reached out and brushed Maria's hair "Don't worry my little Chiquita, papi will be out soon."
Rodriguez looked back at himself in the mirror. He was evil yeah, but as long as his family loved him, he could live with that.
All right you've all probably got alot of questions, after this chapter. And it might have seemed a little boring to some. But bear with my folks
Next couple of chapters preview.
Ron roams the country side as a fugitive (and may or may not run into an old friend with the same mythical monkey powers) regaining his confideceas a hero
Kim attemps to hunt Ron down. But she's not the only one as diffrent groups fight for the right to use his powers.
