I don't own kim possible or Silent Hill there own by Disny and Kinomi
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Chapter 1: Bad News
The man sat on his king sized bed with his knees bent up to his chin. He pushed his short, blonde hair away from his tear filled eyes. His hands were shaking. He hadn't even noticed until now. He was far too occupied thinking about how he was going to unleash the bad news on his parents. The news that their daughter has past away.
Lisa Stoppable, Ronald's older sister, had contracted a mysterious disease only six months before. The doctors at the local hospital had done everything in their known power in order to attempt to save her life. That night she had taken an unfortunate and unexpected turn for the worse and had passed away. Ron wasn't even at the hospital when she died. He had just arrived home two hours before. He had just received the phone call. He closed his eyes tight as tears began to slowly appear. He couldn't help running the conversation over in his mind.
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"Hello, Stoppable residence?"
The voice on the other end was that of a young female. Her voice was gentle and calming.
"Mr. .John Stoppable?"
"This is his son Ronald may I leave a message for him "
"Yes you may. My name is Dr Hatfield. I'm afraid I have some bad new for your mother and father."
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The remainder of the conversation had seemed like a blur to Ron. All he remembered was the doctor explaining that Lisa had died due to a sudden blood clot in the brain. It was then he had truly realized that he now had to bring Cheryl up alone. He knew this was a fact and it scared him. He had heard many tales of what some children grow up to be if they're missing a family member. Even the most innocent of children could grow up to be rebellious. He was determined not to let his little sis end up that way.
Ron took a good long look in the mirror. He hadn't realized how scared and grievous he looked. His blonde hair once again fell limp over his eyes and his tear stained face.
He had never cried in front of Kim. Not even when they discovered that Lisa had contracted the terrible disease. He would most certainly never have cried in front of his five year old sister, Cheryl. Except this time. When he told her the news, he was worried he might not be able to prevent himself. Right now Cheryl was sleeping, and Ron was glad.
"Okay Ron, pull yourself together". He ordered himself. He didn't even like the fact that he was like this sometimes. He frowned in anger at his own behavior, even though he knew it was totally expected and natural in a situation like this.
He slowly stood up and trudged into the bathroom. He left the light switched off despite the fact the he had always preferred the light to the dark. Besides, he didn't want to look at himself. Not right now least. He felt guilty for not being at the hospital when his sister died, for not being able to say one last goodbye. He also felt that also felt that he had let his entire family down, himself included. Only now, they weren't a complete family.
Ron sat at the foot of his sister's bed. He still felt sad and guilty, but he had taken a shower so he felt a bit better. Cheryl was still sleeping soundly. Ronald looked at her. She definitely got her looks from her mother's side. He then shifted his view over to the clock on the wall. NOON. He pondered over whether to wake her now to tell her, but decided to let her be and tell his parents the unfortunate news and then tell her later that afternoon, possibly tomorrow.
Ron awoke later than usual. He tiredly glanced at his clock. 9:30. then, as if by force of habit, he got up over to where Lisa would normally be. A look of realization and sadness came over his face when he found the space next on the bed was empty. It was then he truly realized that it would be empty forever.
He picked up the phone and dialed his best friend's number. Still shaking and hoping that she would be there and not studying. Kim and Ron had always been there for each. Ron was there when Kim and Josh decided to go there own way and broke up. Now more than ever he needed her to help him get through this tragedy.
Kim was always close to Ron's older sister. She was like the sister that Kim never had. In Kim's room she laid there studying that was she usually do when she didn't hang out with Ron or her friends or when she is not out on a mission. The room fitted her personality, colorful and bright. Then phone rang she picked up after looking on the caller id and know it was Ron. "What's the sitch Ron?" She asked wondering why he called this late at night. "KP, you got a minute to spare." Ron asked. "Sure what's on your mind?" she replied knowing there was something wrong. "Its Lisa, KP. " Ron answered.
Later after the conversation was done, Kim found herself cry into her pillow after receiving the bad news from her best friend bout his sister. She knew How close Ron and Lisa were at time it made her jealousy with envy on how close they where. She knew right then and there Ron will never be the same ever.
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It was now two years to the date after Lisa's death. He was standing at her grave with a large bunch of white roses. He knew that they were Lisa's favorite and even though she was not alive any more, he still wanted her to be happy, just like he always had.
Cheryl had recently turned seven, and because Cheryl had been saddened by the fact her sister was not there for her birthday, Ron and Kim had offered to take her on a small vacation. It was coming on autumn, but he didn't mind nor did she. He knew that he could use a vacation himself from the crime fighting and school. He had spent two years mourning for his sister's death, and as painful as it seemed, moving on was his only option. He didn't want to let Cheryl grow up with a depressive brother.
Ron knelt down on her grave and Kim was there to pay her respects and help out Ron. The grass was crispy. It hadn't rained much lately. It never did around this time of year. Instead it was warm with a slight breeze, which caused leaves to gently drop off the trees to later be decomposed in the graveyard soil.
"Hi Lisa" he said shakily. He had never felt comfortable talking to her grave. It seemed eerie to him. But nonetheless this was his only communication with her now."Listen, I'm sorry I haven't been to visit lately" he went on. "But Cheryl's birthday came up, and I've been organizing a little vacation with me, Cheryl, and Kim..." He stopped there. What was he saying? Family vacation? They weren't a family. Not without Lisa being there. He immediately felt guilty. He took a deep, shaky breath as he could feel the tears once again welling up in his eyes.
This was one day he hated. Every other day of the year is was permissible for him to block out the sadness that his sister's death brought him, but on this day, he felt guilty if he didn't at least visit her grave."I'm sorry Lisa, but I need to move on or I'm gonna send myself and everybody around me crazy!" He hated himself for saying it, but even he had to be honest with them both. "I'm not sure if I can come back here again because it's tearing me apart having to come here every year, knowing that you're not coming home". The tears were falling down his face now, and the breeze had picked up slightly. He looked at Kim and then up to see the blue sky being eaten away by gray clouds. 'Sure, set the mood' he thought. He then left the roses on the grave and they left the cemetery without looking back.
Ron got home thirty minutes later. He didn't need to pick up Cheryl from school as he hired a baby-sitter every now and then to fetch her and look after until he got home from wherever he was from the mission. Unless his parents came home early or stay longer if they were going to be late. The cemetery was nearly ten miles from home and he didn't have the time to get to Cheryl's school. Besides, he wanted to be alone. For the moment at least.
"Ronny!" yelled an excited Cheryl as she run into her Brother's arms only seconds after he climbed out of his jeep. He smiled and hugged her. She was holding her sketchpad. He had brought it for her when she was six and she had kept it ever since. Scrawled on the front was a picture of Ron and Kim hugging. Cheryl had drawn this as soon as she had it. It showed how much she loved her brother.
"Hi Ronald" said Tara, the baby-sitter. It had always been Tara. Lisa used to baby-sitter Tara so he couldn't think of anyone a more trusted person than her. Besides Kim was busy with the missions and all, Ron felt obliged to reply with: "Come on Tara, call me Ron. You've known me for years!" he added a laugh. Tera nodded and Logan paid her and she headed home. He then knelt down to Cheryl.
"Did you behave yourself?" asked Ron. Cheryl smiled brightly and showed her Dad the back page of her sketchbook. The page was separated but it had a drawing on it.
"I drew this for you, Ronny" said Cheryl. Ron took a good look. It was of him and Cheryl. In the background there was a picture of an angel. Ron felt a lump in his throat when Cheryl told him it was her sister watching them from Heaven. He knew he had better change the subject. "Guess what Cheryl, Me and Kim sorted our vacation out, we leave in a couple of days". Cheryl's face lit up.
"Where are we going Ronny?"
"Silent Hill..."
To be continued
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Chapter 1: Bad News
The man sat on his king sized bed with his knees bent up to his chin. He pushed his short, blonde hair away from his tear filled eyes. His hands were shaking. He hadn't even noticed until now. He was far too occupied thinking about how he was going to unleash the bad news on his parents. The news that their daughter has past away.
Lisa Stoppable, Ronald's older sister, had contracted a mysterious disease only six months before. The doctors at the local hospital had done everything in their known power in order to attempt to save her life. That night she had taken an unfortunate and unexpected turn for the worse and had passed away. Ron wasn't even at the hospital when she died. He had just arrived home two hours before. He had just received the phone call. He closed his eyes tight as tears began to slowly appear. He couldn't help running the conversation over in his mind.
* * * * *
"Hello, Stoppable residence?"
The voice on the other end was that of a young female. Her voice was gentle and calming.
"Mr. .John Stoppable?"
"This is his son Ronald may I leave a message for him "
"Yes you may. My name is Dr Hatfield. I'm afraid I have some bad new for your mother and father."
* * * * *
The remainder of the conversation had seemed like a blur to Ron. All he remembered was the doctor explaining that Lisa had died due to a sudden blood clot in the brain. It was then he had truly realized that he now had to bring Cheryl up alone. He knew this was a fact and it scared him. He had heard many tales of what some children grow up to be if they're missing a family member. Even the most innocent of children could grow up to be rebellious. He was determined not to let his little sis end up that way.
Ron took a good long look in the mirror. He hadn't realized how scared and grievous he looked. His blonde hair once again fell limp over his eyes and his tear stained face.
He had never cried in front of Kim. Not even when they discovered that Lisa had contracted the terrible disease. He would most certainly never have cried in front of his five year old sister, Cheryl. Except this time. When he told her the news, he was worried he might not be able to prevent himself. Right now Cheryl was sleeping, and Ron was glad.
"Okay Ron, pull yourself together". He ordered himself. He didn't even like the fact that he was like this sometimes. He frowned in anger at his own behavior, even though he knew it was totally expected and natural in a situation like this.
He slowly stood up and trudged into the bathroom. He left the light switched off despite the fact the he had always preferred the light to the dark. Besides, he didn't want to look at himself. Not right now least. He felt guilty for not being at the hospital when his sister died, for not being able to say one last goodbye. He also felt that also felt that he had let his entire family down, himself included. Only now, they weren't a complete family.
Ron sat at the foot of his sister's bed. He still felt sad and guilty, but he had taken a shower so he felt a bit better. Cheryl was still sleeping soundly. Ronald looked at her. She definitely got her looks from her mother's side. He then shifted his view over to the clock on the wall. NOON. He pondered over whether to wake her now to tell her, but decided to let her be and tell his parents the unfortunate news and then tell her later that afternoon, possibly tomorrow.
Ron awoke later than usual. He tiredly glanced at his clock. 9:30. then, as if by force of habit, he got up over to where Lisa would normally be. A look of realization and sadness came over his face when he found the space next on the bed was empty. It was then he truly realized that it would be empty forever.
He picked up the phone and dialed his best friend's number. Still shaking and hoping that she would be there and not studying. Kim and Ron had always been there for each. Ron was there when Kim and Josh decided to go there own way and broke up. Now more than ever he needed her to help him get through this tragedy.
Kim was always close to Ron's older sister. She was like the sister that Kim never had. In Kim's room she laid there studying that was she usually do when she didn't hang out with Ron or her friends or when she is not out on a mission. The room fitted her personality, colorful and bright. Then phone rang she picked up after looking on the caller id and know it was Ron. "What's the sitch Ron?" She asked wondering why he called this late at night. "KP, you got a minute to spare." Ron asked. "Sure what's on your mind?" she replied knowing there was something wrong. "Its Lisa, KP. " Ron answered.
Later after the conversation was done, Kim found herself cry into her pillow after receiving the bad news from her best friend bout his sister. She knew How close Ron and Lisa were at time it made her jealousy with envy on how close they where. She knew right then and there Ron will never be the same ever.
* * * * *
It was now two years to the date after Lisa's death. He was standing at her grave with a large bunch of white roses. He knew that they were Lisa's favorite and even though she was not alive any more, he still wanted her to be happy, just like he always had.
Cheryl had recently turned seven, and because Cheryl had been saddened by the fact her sister was not there for her birthday, Ron and Kim had offered to take her on a small vacation. It was coming on autumn, but he didn't mind nor did she. He knew that he could use a vacation himself from the crime fighting and school. He had spent two years mourning for his sister's death, and as painful as it seemed, moving on was his only option. He didn't want to let Cheryl grow up with a depressive brother.
Ron knelt down on her grave and Kim was there to pay her respects and help out Ron. The grass was crispy. It hadn't rained much lately. It never did around this time of year. Instead it was warm with a slight breeze, which caused leaves to gently drop off the trees to later be decomposed in the graveyard soil.
"Hi Lisa" he said shakily. He had never felt comfortable talking to her grave. It seemed eerie to him. But nonetheless this was his only communication with her now."Listen, I'm sorry I haven't been to visit lately" he went on. "But Cheryl's birthday came up, and I've been organizing a little vacation with me, Cheryl, and Kim..." He stopped there. What was he saying? Family vacation? They weren't a family. Not without Lisa being there. He immediately felt guilty. He took a deep, shaky breath as he could feel the tears once again welling up in his eyes.
This was one day he hated. Every other day of the year is was permissible for him to block out the sadness that his sister's death brought him, but on this day, he felt guilty if he didn't at least visit her grave."I'm sorry Lisa, but I need to move on or I'm gonna send myself and everybody around me crazy!" He hated himself for saying it, but even he had to be honest with them both. "I'm not sure if I can come back here again because it's tearing me apart having to come here every year, knowing that you're not coming home". The tears were falling down his face now, and the breeze had picked up slightly. He looked at Kim and then up to see the blue sky being eaten away by gray clouds. 'Sure, set the mood' he thought. He then left the roses on the grave and they left the cemetery without looking back.
Ron got home thirty minutes later. He didn't need to pick up Cheryl from school as he hired a baby-sitter every now and then to fetch her and look after until he got home from wherever he was from the mission. Unless his parents came home early or stay longer if they were going to be late. The cemetery was nearly ten miles from home and he didn't have the time to get to Cheryl's school. Besides, he wanted to be alone. For the moment at least.
"Ronny!" yelled an excited Cheryl as she run into her Brother's arms only seconds after he climbed out of his jeep. He smiled and hugged her. She was holding her sketchpad. He had brought it for her when she was six and she had kept it ever since. Scrawled on the front was a picture of Ron and Kim hugging. Cheryl had drawn this as soon as she had it. It showed how much she loved her brother.
"Hi Ronald" said Tara, the baby-sitter. It had always been Tara. Lisa used to baby-sitter Tara so he couldn't think of anyone a more trusted person than her. Besides Kim was busy with the missions and all, Ron felt obliged to reply with: "Come on Tara, call me Ron. You've known me for years!" he added a laugh. Tera nodded and Logan paid her and she headed home. He then knelt down to Cheryl.
"Did you behave yourself?" asked Ron. Cheryl smiled brightly and showed her Dad the back page of her sketchbook. The page was separated but it had a drawing on it.
"I drew this for you, Ronny" said Cheryl. Ron took a good look. It was of him and Cheryl. In the background there was a picture of an angel. Ron felt a lump in his throat when Cheryl told him it was her sister watching them from Heaven. He knew he had better change the subject. "Guess what Cheryl, Me and Kim sorted our vacation out, we leave in a couple of days". Cheryl's face lit up.
"Where are we going Ronny?"
"Silent Hill..."
To be continued