"I see a bad moon rising

I see trouble on the way"

Creedance Clearwater Revival, Bad Moon Rising.


Bad Moon Rising, a Kim Possible fanfic by Zombie Boy.


The soft soles of her boots made almost no sound as Shego headed to the lab that was at the center of the lair that Shego and Drakken shared.

"I wonder what the blue bozo wants me to do for him this time." Shego thought sourly as she walked past Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, the pair of experimental, four armed, armored, Synthodrones that Drakken had cooked up, currently wearing the loudest, most obnoxious, Hawaiian shirts she had ever seen. "I did not see them, I did not see them, I did not see them, I did not see them......"

Said Synthodrones belonged to a very small and select group of the good doctors inventions that Shego hadn't pronounced her usual negative opinion on. Amazingly (in her opinion) they were working out very well in their roles of maintenance and general labor.

Their behavior, on the other hand, was puzzling at best and absurd at worst -such as the shirts that they were wearing.

Thankfully, further thoughts of them were firmly put out of her head when she reached the lab doors, and she pressed the 'open' button on the controls. When they hissed open, she arched an eyebrow at the scene that greeted her.

Drakken was seated on a stool in front of a workbench, were there were the usual collections of vials in racks and beakers full of various fluids. In his hands he held a syringe full of a clear liquid, and on the workbench there was an open bottle of rubbing alcohol and an open bag of cotton balls.

"Hey Doc." Shego greeted as she stepped into the lab. "What ya doing? Giving yourself a stupidity vaccination?"

"Ha ha." Drakken said in response to her barb as he injected the contents of the syringe into his arm. "Very funny, Shego."

Shego smirked at him and shrugged. "Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?" she asked. "But, seriously, what do you want?"

Drakken withdrew the needle and grabbed a cotton ball from the open bag. "I've decided to give you a week off." he said as he put it on the dot of blood raising from where he hand injected himself. "Starting now."

That took Shego by surprise.

"Really." she said, not keeping the amazement out of her voice. "Why the sudden generosity, Doc?" she asked. "Normally I have to threaten you with bodily harm to get some vacation time out of you."

Drakken smiled at her as he folded his arm to keep the cotton ball in place. "Call it my appreciation for services rendered." he said.

Something about how he said that gave Shego a slight chill, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Alright..." she began, then stopped as something occurred to her. "Waitaminute. What are you up to?" she asked. "You've been muttering on about a plan to get rid of the Princess for the last month or so. You'd better not be thinking about taking her on without me." she added, a warning tone in her voice.

Drakken's smile stayed on his face as he held up his hands in a nonthreatening gesture. "Don't worry Shego, I'm not doing anything of the sort." he explained. "I'm just running some experiments, nothing I need you for."

Shego huffed, but the thought of beach time overrode her paranoia. "Okay."she said. "But if you're trying to pull one over on me...." she held up a fist and plasma flared to life.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Drakken said quickly.

"Good." Shego said before turning on her heel and walking out of the lab.

Drakken waited until the door closed behind her before he let out a sigh of relife and checked the clock.

"Six hours to go." he said to himself as he turned back to the workbench.


Five hours later, Ron stoppable shivered violently, and not just because he was in the back of an unpressurized, unheated, DC -3. He had no idea why they were in the back of the old Gooney Bird, only that it had something to do with a favor owed to he and Kim.

He couldn't care less about their mode of transport, however, and the cold was only partially responsible for his shivering. No, the main cause of his shakes was the reason why he had his butt parked in the back of said DC -3.

The reason for his current predicament was a challenge, sent by Dr Drakken via e-mail and verified by Wade, to come to his lair and try to capture him. Normally, Drakken himself wasn't much of a challenge.

His schemes and Shego on the other hand, were a completely different story.

So when they had gotten the e-mail, which blatantly screamed 'TRAP' in big red letters, Ron had balked at it. The little voice in the back of his head which had kept him from getting smeared into a paste for so long had started screaming that they really shouldn't take this one.

But Kim had been insistent, and so, one application of the puppy dog pout later, he found himself freezing his keister off in an airplane that was old enough to qualify for a nursing home.

"You cold Ron?" Kim shouted over the droning roar of the DC-3's engines.

"I'm fine KP." he hollered back. "Just got the shakes from having a Bueno Nacho withdrawal."

Normally, Ron wouldn't have told his best friend such a bald faced lie, but the last thing he wanted to do was bring up the fact that he was scared, by what he couldn't say. Doing that would have opened up a can of worms that he really didn't want to deal with at that particular time or place, or ever, for that matter.

Across from him, Kim looked at her watch and got to her feet. "Time to jump, Ron!" she yelled over the din.

Ron swallowed the lump in his throat and got to his feet.


The moon hung over the mountains, fat and gleaming like an gold ingot, making the storm front that was coming over the mountains gleam like platinum.

"Merde!" Shego swore and pounded her fist on a panel as she remembered that she'd left her brand new swimsuit behind in the lair. "Now I gotta go back for it..."

Muttering foul curses under her breath in French and Vietnamese, Shego banked the hovercraft around and head back to the lair.


Dropping down into the lair, Ron's apprehension got worse, for the place was as silent as a tomb.

"Okay." Kim said as she looked around. "This is odd."

"Yeah." agreed Ron. "For like one thing, where is everybody?" he asked. "And why is it so.... quiet?" he added with a shiver.

Kim rolled her eyes at his display of nervousness and shook her head. "Ron, quit being such a baby." she said, doing her best to keep the annoyance out of her voice. "I told you it was a bad idea to watch those movies."

"Kim, it not those movies!" Ron defended "Something feels wrong, really wrong. Like, beyond mystery meat day at the cafeteria wrong."

Kim sighed and shook her head. "I knew I should have stopped him from seeing those movies..." she thought. "He's gonna be like this all night."

"Well, since it doesn't look like anyone's here, we should split up." Kim suggested. "It'll make finding Drakken's lab easier."

"KP!" Ron said, struggling to keep the panic out of his voice. "That's the last thing that we should do! Haven't you-" he started, but stopped when Kim gave him the 'lecture look'. "Or you could be right...."

"Good." Kim said. "If you find anything, you know the drill."

Ron nodded shakily and started off down the corridor. "I hope nothing eats me..." he thought nervously.


Muttering a few of her more estoric curses under her breath, Shego stalked out of the hanger and took a right, heading for her quarters. She'd only gone a hundred yards when she saw a flash of tan and a bond head at a corridor intersection ahead of her.

"What the- Stoppable?" she muttered to herself, then scowled. "I knew it..." she growled as she started to lope down to corridor after him. "Oh, are we ever gonna have a talk when this is over with, Doc."

Clamping down on her muttering as she reached the intersection, she peeked around the corner and saw her quarry about twenty five yards ahead. Smiling an unpleasant little smile that promised mayhem, she began to stalk after him.


"Jackpot." Kim said to herself as she stood in front of the door to Drakken's lab.

She considered calling for Ron, but decided against it. She could handle him easily. Shego would be more of a threat, but if she was here, Kim figured that she would have ran into her by now.

"Pride goeth before your fall..." a little voice in the back of her head warned.

"Oh shut up." Kim shot back.

Taking a deep breath, Kim thumbed the door open and stepped into the lab. "Okay, Drakken." she announced as she came in "Whatever scheme you're up to, it end's now."

"Ahhh... Miss Possible." Drakken said as he faced the shuttered windows of the lab. "On time, as always." he added, toying with something in his hand.

"Give it up, Drakken." Kim said. "Shego isn't here to defend you, and we both know what kind of fighter you are." she added as she tried to figure out why all of the sudden that she had this nagging feeling that something about Drakken wasn't right.

Drakken chuckled darkly at her comment. "Oh, you'd be surprised Possible. You'd be very surprised about what I know of fighting." he said, an accent starting to creep into his voice.

Kim furrowed her brows at the change in his voice. "What's with the New Jersey accent?" she asked.

"I'm from New Jersey, born and raised." Drakken explained. "That clear things up for you?" he asked.

"Yeah." Kim said. "So you gonna come quietly?" she asked, cracking her knuckles.

"You honestly think you're the better fighter?" Drakken asked.

"Duh." Kim said, rolling her eyes.

"Well then, since you think that you're so good and you want to fight, we might as well have some nice scenery to fight by." Drakken answered, and held up the remote he had been toying with, and pressed a button on it.

Kim instantly dropped into a ready position a whirring sound activated, but relaxed when she saw that it was simply the shutters opening and then retracting, revealing the full moon framed in the windows.

"And now to see if my hypothesis is correct..." Drakken said to himself.

Then he began to change.


Ron was taken completely by surprise when Shego tackled him from behind. He hit the floor with an 'oof' as the air was knocked from his lungs and then before he could react, he found her trying to pin his arms behind his back.

"Alright, sidekick, where is she?" Shego's voice demanded angrily.

"What?" was Rons response, still slightly stunned from the impact with the floor.

Shego growled and flipped him over onto his back, straddling his torso and using the stronger muscles in her legs to keep his arms pinned.

"The Princess!" Shego shouted to his face. "You know, my height, red hair, cheerleader, can be a snippy bitch?" she elaborated.

"Hey!" Ron said, his brow furrowing in anger. "You don't talk about KP that way!"

"Truth hurts, don't it, sidekick?" Shego retorted as she grabbed his collar with one hand. "Now, where. Is. She?" she said, punctuating that statement by igniting her other hand with plasma.

Ron gulped as he eyeballed Shego's plasma lit hand. "I-I don't know where she is..." he said, then looked her square in the eye. "And even if I did, I'd never tell you." he added, steel in his voice.

Shego growled again and ground her molars in frustration. "Okay then..." she ground out "We're going to do this the hard way."

Killing her plasma, Shego used both hands as she wormed her position to a spot further back on his torso. As she did, she couldn't help but notice that there was an awful lot of muscle underneath the baggy sweatshirt.

"Hmmmm...." Shego said thoughtfully. "You know, you're awfully muscular for someone who's supposed to be a coward." she commented, feeling around his upper chest.

"It's all the running." Ron quipped, then grimaced. "Hey, stop that!"

"No." Shego answered, then thought for a second. "I wonder....." she said, then reached for Ron's collar.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked, his eyes wide. Of all the times for Rufus to have to stay home with a cold......

"Just seeing what's underneath the wrapper." Shego replied, then she ripped his sweatshirt away.

"Hey! I just bought this!" Ron yelped as his shirt was torn away.

Shego stared in wide eyed amazement at the chiseled, runners physique that she had been unwittingly straddling, and gave out a low appreciative whistle.

"Gorram..." Shego said, running her hands over Ron's pecs. "No wonder the Princess keeps you around."

Ron went beet red when she said that. "Ah- K-Kim and I aren't like that!" he stuttered.

Shego blinked. She couldn't have possibly have heard that right."What?" she asked. "You're kidding."

Ron shook his head. Shego rolled her eyes.

"She's dumber than I thought." Shego said to herself, then looked back to Ron. "Let me guess, she goes for the pretty boys?"

Sheepishly, Ron nodded.

"Ouch." Shego said consolingly. "That must suck."

"You have no idea." Ron answered. "So, you gonna let me go?" he asked.

Shego smirked. "Oh, hell no." she said.

"Oh man..... HEY!" Ron started to groan, then yelped as Shego reached behind her. "BAD TOUCH! BAD TOUCH!" he yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Shego's smirk got deeper as she wormed her hand past his waistband. "Oh, just seeing how you are in the endowment depart- Oh, wow." she said, her eyes going wide. "How do you walk with this thing?"

Ron started to stammer an answer, but was cut off by an unholy howl echoing through the lair.

"What the hell was that?" Shego asked, turning to look in the direction that the howl had came from.

"KP..." Ron said to him self, and then using Shego's distraction to his advantage, he bucked and threw Shego off of him before leaping to his feet and tearing off down the corridor.

"Hey, get back here!" Shego yelled as she scrambled after Ron.


Kim stared in open mouthed shock and horror at the large, fur covered, thing that Drakken had turned into right before her eyes. The rational part of her would not, could not, accept what the irrational part of her mind was telling her:

That somehow, Dr Drakken had figured out a way to turn himself into a werewolf.

The two parts of her brain warred with each other for several seconds as Drakken started to sniff the air, and then another part of her brain, the part of all humans brains, the primeval part, the part that dates back to millions of years in evolutionary history, kicked in and screamed at her to start running and find herself someplace safe to hide, preferably as high up as possible.

Normally Kim ignored this part of her brain, but decided to make an exception in this case and so turned on her heel before sprinting.

The sudden movement caught Drakkens attention, and when he saw his prey streaking away from him, the predator instincts of both human and wolf kicked in and leaped at her.

Kim had enough of a head start along with enough speed to enable her to put enough distance between Drakken and her so that his leap brought him just short of landing on her, but close enough that he was able to grab her right ankle.

Kim yelped as she suddenly crashed face first to the floor and before she could recover she found herself being yanked backwards. Twisting her body, she caught a glimpse of a mouth full of fanged teeth and she kicked at it with her free leg.

Drakken didn't even flinch from the blow as he brought her close. Grabbing her right arm near the shoulder, he stood up to his full height of eight and a half feet as he lifted Kim up to shoulder height. Her eyes went wide as he started to rear back, jaws wide and she kicked him again, this time the adrenaline in her flooding her system and adding extra force to the blow.

This one Drakken noticed, and he snarled as Kim reared her leg back for another blow. But there was no time, as his head lunged forward and he bit down into her abdomen, burying his teeth into her flesh.


Ron had been running flat out towards the source of the howling. When Kim had started screaming, he had ran faster. When the screams stopped, he'd ran faster than ever thought he'd be capable of.

But..... it hadn't been enough.

Dimly, Ron was aware that he was in the lab, and that whatever had gotten Kim was probably still in there with him, but, he just couldn't focus on it. As a matter of fact, he couldn't focus on anything at all other than what was in front him, which was a human leg, a baggy pant leg still wrapped around it with a duty boot still on it's foot.

Kim's leg, and Kim's boot, to be specific.


"How.. the.... hell.......does...... he......do....all................this...........running?" Shego wheezed as she staggered towards lab door.

She wasn't out of shape, not by a long shot, not when she was easily capable of running seven minute miles. But Ron hadn't been running, he'd been doing sustained sprinting. It had taken everything she's had to be able to just keep up with him!

"No one... should......be....able.....to run....like.....that....." panted Shego as she leaned against the door, her lungs burning. "Hey... are you... listening....to me?" she asked Ron, who was standing in the middle of the lab in a daze.

Then she saw the leg lying in front of him, and that's when she began to notice the blood splattered all over the lab, with body parts and organs mixed in for spice.

"Mère de Dieu… " "Mother of God...." Shego whispered as she crossed herself for the first time in years. "What the hell did you do to yourself Drakken?"

Carefully, she began to walk towards Ron, bile rising in her throat as she ran her eyes over the pieces of the Princess- Shego stopped that train of thought dead in it's tracks. It wasn't right, referring to Possible that way. Not now. Not after what had happened.

Looking around again at the carnage spread all over the lab, Shego again wondered just what Drakken had did to himself. And that brought up a second, more important, question. Just where the hell was he?

The lab only had the one entrance, and they sure as hell hadn't ran into him on the way there, and judging by the fact that the windows hadn't been smashed open, he was still in the lab.

Suddenly she didn't feel so safe anymore.

"Hey, sidekick!" Shego said in a low voice. Not getting a response she repeated herself, with the samw result. "Hey, Stoppable!" she said in a somewhat louder voice.

That tactic worked. "What?" Ron asked as he snapped out of his stupor.

"We gotta get out of here!" Shego said as she started scanning the ceiling.

"But, KP-" Ron started to say, but Shego cut him off.

"There's nothing we can do for her!" she said. "And unless you want to end up like her, you'll come with me." she added as a puzzled look came over Ron's face.

"Why are you helping us?" he asked dazedly.

"Oh great, he's shell shocked." Shego thought with exasperation. "Hey, I had nothing to do with this." she said, waving her hand at the carnage. "You think I'd want to be part of something like this? You think I would have helped Drakken do something like this?"

Before Ron could say something in response, there was a loud thump from behind her and his eyes went as wide as dinner plates. Shego had seen plenty of horror movies growing up, and she knew who had just landed behind her.

"Oh, fuck me." Shego said, her irritation at managing to get into one of the most clichéd horror movie situations clearly evident in her voice.

Then her world exploded into blinding pain as something clamped down on her right shoulder with immense pressure as darkness began to cloud her vision..


Ron stared in shock as Shego's face contorted into a soundless scream as the... thing.... that was dressed in the tattered remains of Drakken's clothes bit down into her shoulder. For a long, terrible instant it paused, then it growled softly and released her.

Blood dripping from it's muzzle, it lifted it's head and looked Ron in the eye, and that's when he realized what Shego had been talking about, and the realization hit him like a hammer blow.

"Y- you killed Kim..." Ron said as he stumbled backwards.

The wolf growled and bared it's fangs, as if to say "Yes, I did, and now I'm going to kill you." but Ron held his ground.

"You're gonna pay, Drakken." snarled Ron, and his eyes flashed with blue light.


Much to Shego's displeasure, her unconsciousness was all too brief as she awoke with fire in her shoulder and the sounds of a battle royal ringing in her ear. Putting a hand to her injured shoulder, she winced as it exploded into even more pain.

"Okay. Shego, bad idea." she said, waiting for the pain to ease as she tried to figure out where all the noise was coming from. "Sounds like Stoppable is still alive." she commented right before Ron and Drakken came flying over a workbench to land right in front of her.

Ron and Drakken scrambled to their feet and faced off for an instant before lunging at each other again, Drakken going for Ron's throat. Ron countered by smashing him in the face, his head snapping to the side at an almost ninety degree angle, which he followed up with a viscous left to the kidneys which drove Drakken back four feet, and he finished the combo with a spin kick that sent the good doctor flying back into a bank of equipment.

Drakken slammed into the equipment and began to jerk and thrash violently as several thousand volts of electricity began to arc through him. This went on for several seconds before the breakers cut out and he slumped to the floor, charred and smoking.

"Is he dead?" Shego asked after she and Ron had watched Drakken's body lie smoking on the floor for several moments.

"He damn well better be." Ron said right before klaxons started sounding. "Oh, what now?" he asked out loud.

"Warning: Generator control systems destroyed. Five minutes until overload." a female computer voice sounded.

"Oh for crying out loud-!" Ron yelled as he turned to Shego. "Where's the quickest way out of here?" he asked.

"My hovercraft!" Shego answered. "Follow me!" she added before turning on her heel and heading out the lab door, Ron right behind her.

As he reached the door, Ron paused for a second and looked behind him at where the pieces of- where Kim lay.

"Forgive me KP." he said softly under his breath. "Goodbye."

His farewells said, Ron sprinted to catch up with Shego.


The Synthodrones knows informally between Drakken and Shego as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum were heading for the lab to check on their master when Shego nearly ran them over when she and Ron came barreling around a corner.

"Where the hell are you two going?" she demanded. "That's the wrong way!"

They both started to pantomime an answer but Shego cut them off after a somewhat distant but powerful explosion rocked the lair.

"Whatever you're looking for, it's gone!" she snapped. "If you want to get out of here alive, follow us!" she added before she and Ron resumed their flight.

Both Synthodrones looked at each other, shrugged, and started running after Shego and Ron. They had been going to the lab to grab Drakken, but if it was gone, they saw no reason to get blown up. Besides, they'd seen their master's lair get destroyed countless times and he'd survived without a scratch. Why should today be any different?


The explosions were getting more powerful and their frequency was starting to increase, which to Ron's experienced eye meant that the final detonations were starting. Fortunately, they had reached the hanger at this point, and Shego's hover craft was still sitting on it's pad, ready to go.

"GYAAAH! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIIIIT!"

Unfortunately, Shego's injured shoulder prevented her from flying it out of there. Ron looked at the controls and Shego rocking back and forth in the pilots seat clutching at her injured shoulder, and he despaired that this might actually be the end of him.

He looked at the controls again and was just desperate enough to consider taking Shego's place at them when fortune smiled upon him and the two Synthodrones took action. Tweedle Dee stepped forwards, grabbed Shego and boldy put her into one of the rear passenger seats while Tweedle Dum took her place at the controls.

"Hey, what are you doing-" Shego started to ask as Tweedle Dee picked her up, but stopped when she saw Tweedle Dum sit down in the pilots seat. "Oh, right, you guys can fly a hovercraft..." she said weakly, the blood loss from her shoulder wound catching up to her.

"You gonna be okay?" Ron asked Shego as Tweedle Dum strapped her in.

Face pale, Shego nodded. "I'm good." she said. "You better get strapped in. This is gonna be a bumpy ride." she added as the engines began to power up.

Ron quickly planted himself in the seat next to Shego as the hovercraft pitched and lifted up off the pad. Strapping himself in, he looked out the windscreen as explosions rattled the hovercraft and it rotated on it's axis towards the hanger bay doors.

Flames started to fill the bay as the nose dropped and the craft surged forwards, shaking violently as the base began to completely come apart. The doors whipped past them and they were clear, the flames and smoke chasing them as they clawed for altitude away from the inferno that had become of the base.

When the shaking stopped and they had leveled out Ron exhaled the breath that he hadn't even realized that he'd been holding, and looked over at Shego, who was strapped into her seat, clutching at her injured shoulder.

"You think he got out?" Ron asked.

Shego startled, jolted out of her own thoughts by Ron's question. "Who Drakken?" she asked, Ron nodding yes. She thought about it for a moment and gave a slight half shrug, wincing slightly at the pain in her shoulder. "I dunno. Probably. He's always managed to survive before."

"Shit." Ron swore and settled back into his seat. "I hope you're wrong." he said.

Shego gave a short bark of a laugh. "I hope so too." she said, getting a surprised look from Ron. "What?" she asked. "He's a monster now. I may be the only thing he's got a friend in this world, but you're crazy if you think I want him walking out and about in the world. You saw what he did to your partner. Imagine if he was in a populated area."

Ron thought about what Shego had said, and it gave the chills. "You're right." he said. "So now what?"

Shego lanced down at her shoulder for second before she spoke. "First, we gotta get as far away from civilization as possible." she stated. "At least for a few days. We're both infected." she added, nodding at the bite marks on her and Ron.

Ron looked down at his arm and realized that he had been bitten, and not even realized it. "Oh, shit." he breathed.

Shego nodded. "Yeah." she said. "Oh shit, indeed."

There was silence for several moments as it sank into Ron just how bad their situation was.

"So..." he said, breaking the silence. "Where do you suggest we go? Up north, like in Canada?"

Shego shook her head. "In the Great White North? Hell no. It's too fucking cold up there." she said.

"So where-?"Ron began.

"Caribbean." Shego replied. "There's a couple of deserted atolls that Drakken had set up as emergency bolt holes. Nobody's been there for decades at least." she explained. "Besides, all I got packed is summer weight."

"Well that makes sense." Ron said, leaning back in his seat as a wave of fatigue washed over him.

Shego watched as Ron began to deflate, and sighed softly. "Poor kid. He's been through hell..." she thought and then looked at her shoulder again. Though I think if I don't want to end up there, I had better get my green ass to a confessional and clean up my act." she added. "But before I can do that, I had better batch myself up."

"Hey, Tweedle Dum," she said, addressing the Synthodrone in the copilots seat "Get the medkit and give me a hand, would ya? I'm gonna need some help."


In Drakkens lair flames snapped and cracked as smoke and embers billowed into the sky as the rubble burned. But near the edge of the destruction, the flames weren't nearly as intense, there was a clatter as a chunk of concrete went careening down a pile of rubble.

There was a muffled scrapping sound of concrete on concrete, and then there was a small avalanche of debris as the pile shifted. If anyone had been there to witness it, they would have heard muffled growls and grunts coming from within the pile of rubble as it shifted around.

The activity paused for a second, then the entire pile lurched and toppled over in a cascade of concrete dust and noise as Drakken, still transformed, shoved the concrete slab that had sheltered him from the blasts aside and stood up.

Coughing from the smoke and dust, he waved his hand in front of his face to clear the air and growled some unintelligible curses under his breath. As the air cleared his ears twitched as he heard the distant sound of engines, and he looked up to see Shego's hovercraft streaking towards the horizon.

"I'll be seeing you around, Shego." he said as the hovercraft's running lights disappeared behind a mountain. Then he reached down and picked up a canister and what looked like an aluminum briefcase. "In the meantime, I've some things I need to take care of..." he said as he held up the clear canister containing Kim's severed head up to the light. 'Like send a how do you do to my dear old college buddy James..."

His laughter echoed off the mountains as he disappeared into the forest.


The End?