Wayward Son
A Kim possible fanfic crossover with Hunter: The Reckoning
White wolf publishing owns Hunter: the Reckoning and Disney owns Kim Possible. This is my fusion of the 's my first fic so please let the flames be merciful, and thanks to drako_dragon and the Story Scars of Love, the inspiration for this story. Rated M for explicit violence, sexual situations, and all around adult subject matter.
Kim Possible slid down the rope from drakken's skylight with nary a sound. Drakken was going to unleash his new superhenchman on the world, a genticly engineered superman as the mad doctor put it. Drakken's ranting made her attempts at stealth so much easier as she made her way to his lab, heck all she had to do was follow the cackles. About three quarters of the way there she realized something. Shego surely would have intercepted her by now. Where was she? Just then she heard an ear-splitting howl come from Drakken's lab, like a large dog with twice the intensity of a car alarm. She dropped to her knees and it was then that Kimberly Ann Possible felt something she hadn't felt in a long long time: fear, raw and primal, the kind that made hardened marines wet themselves. She looked up at the plaque that denoted Drakken's Laboratory. The letters changed before her eyes. IT IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS. Kim rubbed her eyes, and the plaque was what it normally said: 's Laboratory. She steeled herself and went around the corner.
What she saw made her jaw drop. Drakken had a hulking wolf man barely restrained on a giant lab table. Tubes were coming from it's arm leading to a holding tank. Drakken was draining it's blood! Drakken himself looked different, no, wrong, not human, she couldn't quantify it. She looked closer at the wolfman, and the image of a silver bullet came to her mind unbidden. She looked again from behind a large machine and got the image of a toxic waste drum. She knew she had to act or it would die from blood loss.
"This is it Drakken, i don't know what you're doing here, but i'm going to stop it." she said harshly, stepping out from her hiding spot
"How are you even in here? My werewolf should have made you catatonic with fear!"
"So not the drama. Where's Shego? She finally ditch out on you?" the heroine said trying to feign indifference to the hulking man beast.
"She's on vacation, and I'll be leaving now." he said hands up back pedalling for a door.
"Oh, I don't think so, you're going back to prison." the teen hero said stepping toward him.
"Sorry i have other plans." Drakken said pushing a button on his wrist band.
With that the restraints snapped open on the lab table. The tubes retracted, the puncture wounds on the beast healed over in moments. The werewolf leapt from the table. Giving Drakken the distraction he needed to get away. The werewolf landed right in front of her and snarled menacingly, before collapsing due to blood loss. It's form shrank to that of a teenage boy alittle younger than herself. This was a new low even for Drakken. The base self destruct warning began blaring over the PA. Kim turned to leave, stopped and scooped up the boy, dragging him to safety.
When they were out of drakken's former lair, and the boy reached conciousness, Kim had one question for him.
"What are you?"
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Two years later...
Ron went out the back door of the Bueno Nacho, trying not to get garbage splatter on his tie. He became a manager to avoid doing gross chores like this, but nobody would do it so it fell to him. Ron had plans to leave his beloved Bueno Nacho one day, but Kim's dissappearance two years ago changed that. She'd gone off on a mission without him, saying it was no big, and besides it was Hanna's birthday, and it would be a major crime for her big brother to not be there. When she came back she was different, he couldn't put his finger on it. Whatever she'd seen or done on that mission, it changed her. She even resigned from Global Justice. Then one night with no explaination she left out her bedroom window.
Ron had tried to retain his trademark optimism, in the search to find her, even after Mr and Mrs. Dr.P gave up. Weeks turned into months and eventually years, and he too gave up. He didn't want to contemplate life without his best friend. Depression set in after a year. His dreams seemed hollow without someone to share them with. Ron had to face facts he loved her, and now she was was gone. She hadn't killed Drakken, he was on the news not a week after her mission, with Shego in tow. Without Kim to stop him he even succeeded in a few of his mad plans, spurring GJ to find another agent. She was not even a pale immitatiom of kim and nearly got herself killed ,if it weren't for him saving her. She'd even offered to thak him personally. Ron turned in his resignation soon after, and he'd stayed at Bueno nacho ever since.
He threw the bag into the trash compactor and hit the button causing it to roar to life. He turned back toward the store, he was going on his break, or as he knew it nap time. He went in through the backdoor.
"Ron, dinner rush's gonna be here soon, take your break!" a heavy set obviously peroxide blonde woman yelled.
"Ok, Deb." he said going into the breakroom with a dismissive wave of his hand. He took out a small pillow from his bag, set it against the wall and drifted off.
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Ron was standing in what looked like a burned out town, like a bomb went off, or a fire. He heard crying it sounded familiar. It was KIM! He ran toward it.
"I'm comin' KP! Hang on!" he yelled. He ran as fast as he could. They would be together again and all would be right in the world!
When he got to the source his blood ran cold. Kim was in the center of a circle of monsters, but they had human faces, familiar ones. Shego and Dr. Drakken, and all the villains he and kim had ever fought and others, Bonnie, , and her own parents, among a horde of others. Kim looked up at him fear plain in her eyes, they were red from crying.
"Kill them Ron, kill them all." she pleaded.
"I...I'm not a killer Kim." he replied shocked at what she was asking of him.
" You can be. Please, Ronnie, for me?" she asked again her eyes big and moist, her lower lip protruding. Ron dropped to his knees. He was powerless against her puppy-dog pout. He looked down and there was a .45 next to his hand. He took hold of it and slowly rose to his feet. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
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Ron woke with a start, Deb jumped back with a speed that belied her frame.
"Break's over, Stoppable, you ok? you looked like you were having a nightmare." she said.
"Yeah, I'm good, no more super nacos for breakfast, ugg." he said.
"Living on the food here can't be good for you, Ron." she said.
"Yeah? That's my business." he said alittle more darkly than he intended.
"Yikes, sheath the claws there, tiger. You're closing tonight." she said defensively.
"Yeah, sorry, Deb. The rush is a-comin' so I'm gonna get on table." he said heading toward the assembly table.
"Gah, my cousin is right you are a loser." a young female voice behind him said. Ron had a sudden flash of her throat cut, blood running down her shirt. He shook his head to clear it. What was he thinking? Too many sixteen hour days that was it.
"Courtney, go home, i'm not paid enough to deal with your 'tude. C'mon Zoe time to learn assembly!"
"You can't...." Courtney said smugly. Ron rounded on her, fixing her with a look. the young girl blanched.
"Actually, I'm the shift manager, so yes i can. Now get out of my kitchen." he said icily raising his voice alittle.
"Do you know who my cousin is?" she tried feebily.
"Bonnie Rockwaller, the biggest bi....."Ron started when a petite pink haired girl grabbed his hand.
"Yes teach me oh great naco master!" she chirped, while motioning for the other girl to leave quickly. Courtney did as instructed. A crowd of people were watching the kitchen drama. Ron went to the assembly area with the young girl.
"You ok Ron?" Zoe asked abit later, after the rush died down.
"Yeah, I'm good. Why?" he asked.
"Ya had a vein poppin out, like my uncle does before he starts breakin' stuff." she said alittle fearfully.
"Whoa whoa whoa, the Ron doesn't get like that , It's just I've been dealing with her crap ever since she got hired here and i guess i handled it pretty poorly. I'm sorry for scarin' ya Zoe." Ron said dispelling the image of Courtney falling head first from the roof-access ladder.
"Well ok, time to start closing." Zoe said.
"Where the heck is everyone?" Ron said looking around.
"Deb sent them home, then she went home, something about labor costs.."
"Ok well i guess we better get started." Ron said, the image of his boss being fed into a woodchipper suddenly came to his mind. He shook his head, muttering about needing some time off. He then went to the office to do final daily close.
Ron was nearly done, when Zoe was at the office door.
"Ummm...Ron there are a couple of folks to see you an' they look pretty pissed." Zoe said nervously.
"Ok I'll go see what they want." Ron said tiredly, getting up. He made his way up front, where he saw Bonnie Rockwaller and her boyfriend turned fiancee Brick Flagg in his knee brace.
"I'm gonna have your job on a silver platter Stoppable!" Bonnie spat at him. Ron held a hand up.
"Courtney can't run rough shod over people here it creates a hostile work environment, i was just following policy, ma'am. If you have a complaint the store manager will be in tommarrow morning." he said calmly.
"No, My cousin isn't going to kow-tow to a loser like you Ron Stoppable, we're going to settle this now." Bonnie hissed.
Ron felt a headache coming on, the pain built slowly at first and intensified the more Bonnie spoke. when the pain hit a crecendo, he heard Kim's voice as if through a megaphone.
YOU MADE A PROMISE, PLEASE RON FOR ME?
Ron staggered back, the scars on his back burned as if to remind him.
"Yes Kim, anything for you." he said through clenched teeth. With that it was as if a floodgate opened in his mind. A blur of voices and images, he couldn't make sense of. He knew one thing and one thing only. Bonnie Rockwaller must die. When he opened his eyes Brick was advancing on him. That's when he noticed the pistol tucked in his pants, It was a .45 just like the one in his dream earlier. Ron wondered how much Brick knew about gun safety, one way to find out.
"Doesn't this jus' bring back memories eh' Stoppable?" Brick said towering over him.
"Yeah about that...." Ron replied, his ninja reflexes kicking in. His hand snaked out and grabbed the handgun, and squeezing the trigger, blew Brick's manhood apart .
"NOOO!" Bonnie screamed in then Ron had this feeling something really bad was about to happen so he ducked behind Brick as Bonnie emptied a .38 into him, trying to hit Ron. When he heard the tell-tale click, Ron came up from behind his improvised shield, letting Brick's body fall to the floor, with the pistol in his hand. He closed the distance between them and pistol-whipped her with the butt right to her forehead, making her stagger back. She looked at him, her vision hazy. He had a cruel smile on his face devoid of any human compassion.
"I've been waiting years for this moment, boo-yah." he said smiling. He hadn't said boo-yah in years. Bonnie's eyes were saucers.
Ron looked at her he couldn't believe he hadn't seen this earlier. She looked abhorrent, wrong, like a shit stain on purest linen. Erasing her from creation would be doing the world a favor, and that made him happy for the first time in years. It's a better world and i helped, Ron thought with a chuckle as he squeezed the trigger and ended his first monster. He helped Kim save the world before and he would do so again only this time he'd do it right. No prisons for them to escape from now. They had one judge to answer to now. The honorable Judge Ronald Dean Stoppable, and he just passed his verdict on them all: Guilty. The sentence? Death.
When Zoe peeked out from her hiding spot as Ron was leaving.
"Zoe, do us both a favor forget everything you saw here tonight." Ron said darkly as he tucked the handgun into his jacket. Zoe nodded and resumed hiding, hoping the police would be there soon.