Hey there everybody. I had this idea a while back and didn't have the time until now to write it out. It's a little short, and yeah it's another one shot. I will warn you though, it's a bit dark, and with a twist. Hope y'all like…
Disclaimer: Is it really necessary to say that I don't own any of the characters involved in this story? Wait… I guess I just did. Oh well…
The Devil was Blond
One late Saturday afternoon, late in the summer after graduation, Kim and Ron sat in their booth at Bueno Nacho. Kim had just wiped a small bit of cheese from Ron's cheek when she saw his eyes go wide as he looked out the window.
"Ron? What are you looking… at…" Kim jaw dropped after turning around to look out the window as well. It was as if darkness had suddenly fell upon the town in a matter of seconds. Heavy black clouds were literally roiling, and small flashes of lightening could be seen snaking through the clouds. The thunder that accompanied the lightening strikes was not sharp claps, but deep heavy rumbles that could be felt in the pit of your stomach.
Kim turned back away from the window, and raised herself up in the seat to call out to Ned and ask him to turn on a radio for the weather. "Ned, can you turn on the… Ned?"
"What does Ned have to say?" Ron asked his girlfriend as she knelt on the seat next to him looking towards the counter.
Kim's hand came down to Ron's head, and it slid down his face to his shoulder as if she was searching for something. Her fingers clamped onto his shirt, and Kim hauled Ron up and turned him around to look towards the counter.
There was Ned handing a tray of food to the only other customer, but it was as if the two were frozen in time. The customer's hands were outstretched, not quite reaching the tray, and Ned was still hanging onto it with one hand.
What's going on Kim?" Ron asked, and as if in answer to his question, a bolt of lightening hit just outside of the front door. The double glass doors slammed open, making both teens whirl around at the sound. A rush of hot air blasted into the room, belying the fact that it looked quite cold outside.
A lone figure dressed in a black hooded robe slowly walked into the establishment. The large hood obscured the person's face, and the hands were held in front of the body, hidden inside the large sleeves.
The doors slowly closed, and a deep voice rumbled from the strange figure. "Kimberly Possible… Ronald Stoppable… I would like to speak with both of you."
Forgetting about the frozen Ned and customer, Kim was still kneeling on the bench seat, but was now looking at the stranger that had just walked in. Both her and Ron's faces were almost mirror images of each other, jaws hanging open.
Ron slid out of the booth, and Kim scooted along the vinyl seat until she could step onto the floor. Kim was the first to speak. "O… OK. What would you like to talk about, Mister…?"
The hooded figure didn't bother with introducing themselves, got right down to business, and spoke again with that deep rumbling voice. "Do the two of you know how much trouble you have caused me?" Another strike of lightening accentuated the question.
"I'm sorry Sir" Kim said cautiously, "But if you could explain what it is that we have done…"
"You have done everything!" The voice said, much louder this time, making the entire building shake. The young heroes had to steady themselves on the table behind them.
"If…" Kim continued in a calm voice, "If you could explain who you are, we might be able to figure out this situation, and in a way that could benefit all of us."
"You wish to know who I am?" The head of the figure leaned back, and a low guttural laugh came from within the dark portion of the robe that continued to hide the person's face. "I am many… yet one."
Kim and Ron looked at each other with a mix of confusion and fear.
"You may know me as…" Black and red smoke suddenly swirled around the hooded figure. The robed figure disappeared, and when the smoke cleared, Kim involuntarily gasped at who was revealed.
"Erik Drake…" The figure said in the actual voice of Erik. "Or…"
More red and black smoked swirled around the form of Erik, and obscured him from view for a few seconds. When the smoke once again receded, it was Ron who let out a gasp of surprise.
"Monkey Fist…" The visage of the self-imposed monkey master intoned. Again, the red and black smoke covered the image, and again disappeared, revealing yet another person.
"Bonnie Rockwaller…" Bonnie now stood in front of the young heroes with a hip thrust out in her standard pose, and the smoke once again concealed the person in a matter of seconds. This time, the maelstrom of red and black twisted and mixed with itself creating an almost sickly vision, but he column of red and black smoke didn't disperse.
The deep rumbling voice emanated once again from the image. "But do you know who I had the most pleasure playing?" Kim and Ron shook their heads, their mouths still open in mute shock.
The roiling mass of red and black smoke slowly abated, revealing another figure that both teens knew well. Before the image spoke, Kim and Ron said the person's name themselves in both shock and amazement. "Tara?"
The image also spoke with Tara's voice. "It's so much fun playing the innocent. Especially one as cute as this." 'Tara' indicated herself with a flourish of her hands as she stood there in her MHS Cheerleading uniform.
'Tara' slowly walked in front of Ron and with her index finger closed his mouth, as it was once again hanging open in shock. She then looked at Kim and smiled. "You better close your mouth as well, Kim. Don't want any flies flying in now, do you?"
'Tara' then stepped back, and her face took on a bit of a scowl while looking at Ron, her hands now resting on her hips.
"I thought for sure I had you after that kiss at Wannaweep, Ronnie. You were like putty." 'Tara's' eyebrows narrowed together even impossibly closer. "And what happened? You ignored me! You never gave me a second look for the rest of the year! You were so busy hanging with Possible, going on missions all the time!"
The red and black smoke appeared again, and this time when it dispersed, there stood Josh. "And I thought I had you as well, Kimberly." The image of Josh said in his voice. "I kissed you as well… and then what? We… grew apart? We never DID anything together! How could we be apart, when we were never actually 'with' each other?" The image of Josh with crossed arms and a death glare disappeared as the red and black smoke took away the form, and replaced it once again with Tara.
"I even tried to be more direct." The image of Tara said with crossed arms and an annoyed sound to her voice. "A climbing stake loosened here, a fall without a parachute there… And what happens again? You live through it! Hell… laser cannons were fired at the two of you, and you still… continue… to survive!" By now the visage of Tara stood in front of Kim and Ron with her hands clenched at her sides in rage.
'Tara' closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths of air, and started to calm down. "But I didn't come here to reminisce about the past. I actually came here to make the two of you… an offer."
"One that we can't refuse?" Ron said with a small smile, breaking the teen's silence. The eyes of 'Tara' drilled into Ron, making him shut up and not say anymore.
"I can guarantee the two of you a perfect life for the rest of your days. You will never get hurt again, and you will be allowed to live a normal, happy life. You can still do your so-called… missions, and you will win most of them. In fact, the world will be a much better place, when all is said and done. Don't you wish to leave the world a better place when you leave this plane of existence?"
Hesitantly both Kim and Ron nodded their heads, and with a cold voice Kim asked a question. "And what do you ask for in return?"
"Oh that's the best part Kim!" 'Tara' jumped with joy as she clasped her hands and held them to her chest. Her voice was chipper, and almost sickly sweet. "After you are gone… You get to work for…"
Suddenly the smoke appeared again, but this time it was only dark red in color, and the face of none other than the devil himself appeared in the smoke. With horns on his head, red skin, and a pointed jaw, he smiled showing a mouthful of sharp teeth. In that deep guttural voice from before when the hooded figure first entered the Bueno Nacho, Satan himself said one word…
"Me!"
Both teens jumped back, holding onto each other. The fear that flashed on their faces was quickly replaced with ones of stoic calm, and as quickly as the image of Satan appeared, it was gone. Tara stood once again with her hands clasped in front of her, and she held an almost expectant look on her face.
It was Ron who asked the obvious next question. "What if we refuse?"
The image of Tara changed once again, but this time without the smoke. She morphed into non-other than Shego, who spoke with a snarl. "Then the gloves come off, and your luck has just run out."
'Shego' shot a blast of plasma point blank right at Kim and hit her in the chest, making her yell out in pain and fall to the floor in agony. By the time Ron was at Kim's side, her eyes fluttered, and without another sound Kim Possible went limp in Ron's arms.
"Nnnnnnnooooooooooooo…!"
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"…oooooooooo…"
Ron snapped awake in the middle of the night and sat bolt upright in bed. He looked over at the clock on his nightstand. Oddly enough, it read 3:10 AM.
"I can't call Kim again." Ron muttered to himself and noticed Rufus was shaking a clenched fist at him from his perch on his pillow.
Ron looked at the phone, then back at the time, and then back at the phone again. He reached out to pick it up and call Kim, when the phone rang making him jump. On the second ring he picked it up, and all he could hear on the other end was someone crying, and it sounded like a girl.
"Kim? Is that you? Are you OK? What's wrong?" The crying subsided, and finally the person on the other end was able to speak, but it wasn't Kim's voice.
"Ron…" He heard Tara say between sobs, "Something terrible has happened…"
The End… (No continuation planned)
Yeah, I'm evil… aren't I? When and if you review, please don't give the ending away to the other readers… I would like it to be a surprise for everyone…
Thanks.