Author's note: Really me? You haven't even posted the 4th chapter of your first story and you're already lagging. Aghh, I'm really sorry. I've been out of action for several months. (Headache, summer cold, vacation and damn you too Starcraft II, (that rhymed) for eating through my spare time. Now I have hots for Kerrigan. Ughh, need to watch a few Kim possible episodes to get my mind in gear.) Okay guys, I think I mislead you when I said that Shego won't be in the harem. I only meant that she won't get fluffy with RON and the other ladies…, and I didn't say for sure that Ron will have a harem. But there will definitely be teasing. muhahahaha. (Warning: a bit of lingo in this chap but then again I already rated the story M for Violence, with a capital V...)

Redemption ch4: Pain and confusion

Ron stoppable was pleased with himself. He stood up to bullies, evaded detention and most important of all, his secret identity was safe unless… he found that an angry looking emerald-eyed red-headed woman was blocking his way with her arms folded. It turned out that he wasn't left unnoticed by all after all. The crime-fighting cheerleader had a sharp eye and was familiar with methods of hiding in plain sight.

"Pretty slick stuff, Ron." She caught his arm and angrily pulled him to a janitor's closet…

He didn't resist and just followed her without a word. He knew what was coming and was even anticipating it.

"You mind explaining to me that what just happened?" She growled. Her dimly-lit facial features were burning with anger.

"Ol' Barkin got mad on some kid and ran off after him, why are you yelling at me for?" he crossed his arms.

"Stop playing around, I saw everything including that 'smooth' getaway from the cafeteria." If she knew about that 'accidental' incident then it was clear that she had seen it all.

"Can you blame me for defending myself?" He asked while giving her a skeptical look.

"Then how come I heard that you started it." She countered without skipping a beat.

"Because he wanted to trip me when no one was watching, simple as that." He explained with boredom then lit up with amusement." Oh, and where were you when I was about to get my butt handed to me? You got there just in time to see me slide under the girls table, right? How convenient..." He played on which further frustrated Kim.

"Hey, I was on my way." She quickly defended herself, but then lowered her voice. "Ron, sorry for the yelling but you've just been acting strange recently. And what's with the all the forest hikes you've been into recently?"

"Forest hikes?" It was the first time she admitted that she knew about them and Ron wanted to milk the moment by playing dumb.

"Ugh… follow me." She said irritated at his obliviousness as she led him out of the janitor's closet and to her locker.

He could have accused her of spying on him but that could wait until Wade was there to join her in the shame.

The duo reached their lockers. Kim opened hers to turn on her computer and Ron put his black jacket back on; it was bond to drag some attention since the students where on the lookout for the guy in the jacket but Ron was going to need it for an errand that required his face to be covered.

"Wade, tell him how we know about where he goes to every day past six."She ordered without so much as a Hi, as Wade appeared on the screen.

"You don't need to, Wade; I already know." Ron interrupted with a smile before wade could say anything."Hey, does this chip ring any bells with you?" he said as he pulled out of his pocket the crushed chip that Wade had implanted in him when his forearm skin was cut during a mission two years ago.

He showed it to Wade as the super genius was stumped on how Ron managed to locate and extract his chip in a forest without a surge of electricity that a detection device would probably need. But at least it was clear now that why he couldn't trace his device.

Ron opened his hand and let the chip to fall to the ground. Suddenly he stopped smiling. "Care to explain?" he asked with a cold ire hidden in his emotionless voice. Wade and Kim looked at each other and shared a few thoughts.

"Oh crap, he knows." Kim's eyes widened.

"I told you it wasn't right to spy on him." Wade glared. It was supposed to be a made-up technical crap about how Wade located him using traffic surveillance but it didn't matter since Ron knew the truth.

"Kiiiim, anything you wanna tell me?" Ron said breaking the stare festival and bringing all the attention back to him. Wade put on an innocent smile and Kim for her part, avoided eye contact and stuttered instead of answering.

"I… umm… eh… I was just…"Kim started but then suddenly, out of the blues, Ron grabbed her arms and pulled her into a kiss!

It was a brief kiss however as Ron quickly pulled back and lowered his eyes with a frown… then he ran past her to a densely populated part of the hall and disappeared.

Kim didn't turn to follow him or anything for she was frozen, paralyzed by shock. Her hands moved up instinctively to push back Ron when he pulled her out of anger (or at least Kim thought he was mad at her at first) her arms melted when they kissed and was pinned to her chest when Ron closed the distance between Kim and himself. Even her gaze was frozen to Ron's last position.

After a short while, she slowly broke her gaze and looked at Wade as if to say "What just happened?"

Wade looked back awkwardly; his finger trailed across his keyboard and hit a button, and then his image disappeared. At least he could vanish from embarrassment. Kim finally broke Ron's spell, closed her locker and walked off… unaware that she was being watched by three pairs of jealous eyes.

The jealous eyes of the very same jocks (Brad in particular) that had their butts kicked by Ron. The same jocks that failed to grab Kim's attention. She had been developing as a teen and the goofy Ron disappearing had made her attractive. (The way she payed attention to him lowered her social status)

Now this new kid comes over, messing with them, then starts plucking up the chicks; he was definitely crossing the line here. They clenched their fists as departed for their classes. The new kid was on their hit list now.

All were unaware that even they were being watched, but by one pair of amused eyes this time. They belonged to a shadowy figure peering through the small windows of the school hallway which were located at the upper parts of the walls to let in some natural light in the school.

"Didn't take long to find the test subjects now, did you?" The figure thought. His amused features slowly turned into to a frown. He turned to some shuddering bushes in the school yard. His hand slowly went towards his waist leather casings and pulled out a gleaming dagger…

THE IRON BARS ARE SHAKING

Ron stoppable lingered a little longer at school than a normal student should; everyone would think he just another detention kid if they could even spot him.

He walked out of the record room calmly (as if it wasn't forbidden for students to wander in such rooms), but he was carefully watching all sides out of the corner of his eyes all the same. He pulled his black gloves off and then he left the school and departed for home on foot. His ride being slower than a snail killed his desire for the thing.

His thoughts trailed off to a certain redhead. If there was one thing his broken mind was clear about, it was her. Every time he tried to think she appears in his mind. He didn't know why but he was frequently thinking of her; hence the kissing incident.

He fiercely shook his head. He honestly had no idea as to why he kissed her. He thought he was doing something to show her that he wasn't mad at her. Yet the kiss was uncalled for. Never the less his desire for her protection grew stronger with each passing day. He was wary of boys hitting on her, of goons and super villains she always fought. Still he could do nothing about them.

"Damn you Pyro." He cursed.

He was speed walking down the streets when he heard multiple footsteps and a few whispers. Judging from the speed of the sounds of the footsteps that unsteadily matched his pace, he was being followed by (most likely) the jocks.

He didn't turn to face them but instead he continued on his way and kept his pace as he wondered why they didn't attack him right away.

"Maybe they're not as dumb as I thought. Maybe they're waiting for me to get to a more private area before they jump me." Ron thought as a grin formed on his face and he slipped his gloves back on. "Then I shouldn't keep them waiting."

He switched directions to some tight alleyways in lowerton and continuingly sped to keep his pursuers on their toes. In a pursue there has to be a sensitive balance between stealth and speed, or else you would risk raising suspicions or losing your target. And Ron wished to break that balance for them by making them practically run, so he could get a clear look at them…

KISS AND DROP BEFORE YOU TELL

The ex-marine Steven Barkin glanced at the monitors of the record room again disbelievingly and then back at the socket for the video tape… which was missing.

If anything like this ever happened (yet it was the first time that he found a video tape missing) he would frame all the suspects; let's see, the jocks were already being punished and… the only other suspect was that hooded juvenile. If only he could have even seen his face.

He went back to room 12 to interrogate the detention boys only to find the room empty.

"AAARRGHHH." And so the great eruption of Middleton high began.

HOUNDS FOR THE SLAUGHTER

…the jocks raced on, turning directions through the maze-like alleyways to where they hoped their target would be found; running short on breath they stopped to gather their wits.

"Where did that asshole learn to disappear like that?" One of the jocks asked. "I'm telling you, he knows we're following him."

"Yeah man, we should've beaten him up right after we left school." Another jock added. "He's probably home by now."

"I thought I told you guys to shut the fuck up." Brad fumed. "The way I'm gonna screw his fuckin' face, his own mother would spit on it, so we don't need any witnesses telling anybody anything, so just can it, you morons."

Two of them followed Brad without hesitation for they too were angry as Brad at the hooded guy (one of which had a broken nose). The others didn't like the way he ordered them around with that colorful language though but followed anyway.

Moments after they passed Ron landed on the pavement from his high vantage point and sighed from mental exhaustion and the fact that he felt sorry for them… in a way.

"Seven? Didn't think they'd be desperate enough to drag four more into this, part of me is sorry for them for putting so much effort into a useless task, and yet part of me is flattered." He thought with a smile as he vanished in the shadows.

It was hopeless. Twenty minutes of searching and not a sign of the victim. Even Brad had to wise up. He turned towards his gang to admit defeat when he suddenly saw, from behind his crew, a black figure swiftly and silently running from one alley opening to another.

"There, I just saw someone running over there, Come on." He ordered and ran after his prey. The others followed but they had their doubts.

"Dude, I think you're losing it, maybe it was just a hallucination." But Brad shook his head and groaned in response.

"Come on man, we'll do this tomorrow." One of his buddies said and put his hand on Brad's shoulder to offer comfort.

"Grr… shut up. I know I saw him." Brad growled and backhanded his buddy's arm away.

Some were starting to leave him but to Brad's relief the mysterious figure zipped by and disappeared again to another turn.

Brad and the others dashed after it, catching glimpses of their pray after each turn and finally they reached a dead end, and a small figure in it. He ran towards it as the figure's image became clear. It was someone in black on his knees in the middle of the dark alley with his back to them. His head was lowered so Brad and his group didn't know if it was their target, only that it was the runner. He proceeded forward as the others just watched. Not sure on what to do he cleared his throat to at least provoke the strange man… no reaction, his chest wasn't even moving to signal his breathing.

"Dude, this is getting creepy." Someone whispered. But Brad steeled his nerves and moved forward. As he did he noticed that the man's face was under a hood. It was him! Fear being replaced by hatred, he grabbed the hood and pulled back…

It was just a Black shirt and trousers stuffed by bunch of smelly goo, it almost looked like melted human tissue. And it had a note stuck to it that said 'see you at the other side'.

"That's it, I'm outta here." One of them said as soon as he read it and ran… only for his stomach to hit a hard knee. He was doubling over and covering his stomach as his head moved up to find out who did this to him. Only thing he could see was someone with his leg raised high in air before that leg moved down and hit his temples hard, knocking him out.

"I hear you've been looking for me." Ron said after dispatching the jock. "Sorry, I had to bail in the middle of our last fight but personally I believe detention is more suited for losers like you." He gestured towards them. He was still dressed in his black jacket which stumped everyone on how he managed to get an extra black outfit for the dummy.

The bully with the broken nose, enraged upon hearing the insult, charged at him, trying to tackle him to the ground and then deliver a series of raging punches to beat the life force out of him.

Before he could do so however Ron jumped, flipped in air and landed on the jock's back (which was now beneath him) with all his weight. Hearing a sharp crack and a cry of pain he turned his face to check if his downed opponent was down for good when another jock threw a left side kick at him. He extended his right hand and grabbed the assaulter's ankle without even looking. He firmed his grip on the ankle and held it high as the jock was desperately trying to find something to hold onto. To make matters worse Ron side-stepped/jumped to his left dragging his ankle with him, making it ever harder for the so-called athlete to maintain his balance.

In a sudden movement Ron brought his left knee up and opened his leg in snapping motion, thrusting his foot to the center of the bully's chest (front snap kick). The jock flew across the width of the alley and hitting the wall hard.

Even with the impressive show, the odds were against him and the jocks were consumed by too much rage to even consider surrender or retreat. But this time the remaining four charged together.

Punches raining on him left and right, dodging, deflecting against four sets of fists.

"Yeah, not exactly trained for that." Ron pondered.

"When outnumbered, run and hide and then dispatch your scattered enemies… one by one." Memories of his master coming back to him.

"Already tried that. They are too tightly packed." He thought, countering his memories. "How about this."

And so he ran towards them with seemingly no sign of fear, but slowly building up that fear in his enemies, leaving them wondering on whether he was prepared for dealing with such situations.

The impact of the two forces was imminent but right before they could crash Ron suddenly jumped to the wall on his right and from there he landed a strong kick to a jock's jaw from his high location.

Brad quickly moved to intercept the flanking maneuver. But immediately after Ron landed on the ground he swept Brad's legs right from under him, making the vendetta leader fall to the ground.

After Ron got up, a punch came right for his face which he easily parried with his left hand and then he jumped and punished his assaulter with a mean right hook that spun the unfortunate jock 180 degrees. Ron also spun involuntarily because of his punch's deadly momentum. Using that momentum he spin-kicked the bully's spine which threw him towards a wall, head first, knocking him out.

Ron sensed something blocking the wind behind him but before he could turn the final jock grabbed him and locked his arms in a bear-hug. By this time Brad was on his feet and in his hands were a foot long steel pipe.

With an agonizing growl Ron violently shook his body and then doubled over. The jock squeezing him thought that he was trying to pry loose and grinned at the fact that he couldn't, but what he didn't know was the cause of his writhes of pain. For a few moments Ron's body was motionless and his head was hung in front of him… his shrouded eyelids closed… occasionally sparkling…

Brad approached him, menacingly tapping the pipe he was holding to his left hand. He noticed the slumping in his captured enemy's features but he mistook them for that of a beaten dog just waiting for his punishment. So he slowly raised his weapon to beat the daylights out of him. He didn't bother with any victory boasts or insults for he knew first-hand how dangerous he could be; he didn't have time waste.

"What sort of shit is this?" Brad thought as he noticed a bit of dark blue smoke appear from sides of Ron's hood and dissolve into the air. Force-replacing the fear of the unknown with hate of the unknown, he firmed his grip on the pipe.

But just when he was about to strike, Ron's eyelids shot open with a growl releasing blue smoke from his electrified eyes and suddenly he stood straight breaking the jock's nose with the back of his head. Brad's eyes widened at seeing his enemy's sapphire fury but quickly regained focus and swung the pipe in his head's direction.

Just when the jock was going to let go of him and nurse his broken nose, Ron grabbed his arms and pulled him over himself, ducking the swing, leaving Brad to hit nothing but his buddy's head. Yet Ron wasn't letting him go but instead he pulled his left leg towards his chest leaving space for momentum… he then let go with full strength as his back-kick landed squarely on the left side of the jock's chest throwing him towards the dead end wall.

A jock with a bloody mouth picked himself up from the ground and re-joined Brad. Ron was gasping for breath.

Ron tried harder to think but his breathing was becoming rapid as his adrenaline was building up. And since every breath was normally a punch to his gut, now he felt like he was inhaling acid in form of gas instead of oxygen. It was hard to think, to formulate a strategy. It was driving him insane.

He suddenly wanted it all to end, to faint right then and there; ending his suffering… and then… then he would wake up in his peaceful bedroom… Some blood came from his mouth and started dripping towards his chin.

As if fate was shinning on him, his vision was beginning to dim in a comfortable blue void; the pain of his body quickly ebbed away, nudging him into a peaceful slumber… or so he thought…

Brad visibly deflated and backed up. In front of him was dead glare of a predator. Even though his hooded face wasn't enlightened Brad was sure that it was the deadliest stare he ever got that cried BLOOD. It was like you could see nothing but dread in his piercing, burning eyes.

…

Possible Residents

A BITE OF SOMETHING THAT WAS ABUNDANT BEFORE

…

Kim possible sat on the edge of her bed, confused as hell. This was about the time when she would hang out with Ron at Bueno Nacho but her thoughts were with him all the same, trying to comprehend what just happened at school.

"Why in the world did Ron just kiss me? Why the heck did I just freeze and do nothing?" She thought as she moved up her bed, found her pandaroo, sat against the wall her bed was fixed to and hugged the cuddle-buddy tightly as she rocked back and forth. "And why in the sweet name of heaven don't I find it awkweird?"

It was true; the kiss didn't have that much awkwardness in it. In fact it made her feel… hot! Something about his bad boy attire that sparked a sinful craving. She remembered the feeling of his strong arms around her, the burning sensation on her lips and… 'How the heck did Ron get so much meat on his ribcage?'

His jacket wasn't zipped up and she felt his muscle through the thin jersey. If it wasn't for shock she would have melted in his embrace.

She was starting to re-animate the arousing scene in her mind when she looked down on the innocent face of her pandaroo. A feeling of guilt washed over her so she put her cuddle toy away. "Kim, get your head in the game." She ordered herself. "Okay, let's recap. Ron is acting totally weird ever since the field trip, he goes back to the field trip site every day. Suddenly he's silent as a mute, and then he rapidly builds up muscle and poster. He's standing straight, I mean, just look at his nicely developed broad shoulders… Ahhh Focus…"

Kim eyes widened in realization. What if he had been taking injections and testosterone supplements? From some drug dealer in the woods? But that wouldn't explain the badical moves he displayed.

She suddenly jumped from her bed, grabbed her kimmunicater and turned it on. "Wade, we need to find out what's been going on with Ron. I can't stand it anymore. I'm going in."

"Umm, yeah, I agree." Wade was still a little uncomfortable up from 'The Moment' but if auto-piloted knives weren't going to kill Kim then curiosity surely would have the honor to kill Wade as well. "But still…"

"No, I'm going in. They're not going to kill me. You said there wasn't anything particular about the forest."

"Yeah. No horror stories, no assaults, no criminal activities reported, nothing." Wade admitted. "Just another innocent hippies-get-together camp." He added mockingly.

"Don't worry, this time it's different. I'm going there right now, before Ron does."

"I still doubt it but I can't come up with anything else. Somehow I think the woods are prepared for everything I throw at it." He sighed. "Guess it's high time I work on a battle suit, huh?"

"Please and thank you." She weakly smiled and signed off.

She opened her closet to put on her mission clothes. She looked back to a picture on her desk. The picture of her, with her ponytail and teeth braces, and her best friend, with more freckles on his innocent face. The preteen years, simpler years. Happier years. "Oh Ron, what has happened to you?"

What had happened to him? INDEED!

SOME WALLS ARE BUILT TO PROTECT THE OUTSIDE

Several attacks have been nullified, the incarnation of dread was simply untouchable but more importantly it was lethal.

It was taking all he had to protect himself. He thought he could handle this. He thought it was just another dude messing with him. He thought he was the alpha dog. He thought wrong.

Brad covered himself with his weak, aching arms. Trying to prolong the inevitable. Funny thing was that the arms were the target. The opponent wanted to break his greatest assets, confirming his helplessness. The constant barrage of punches gained more momentum as he growled from behind his gritted teeth like a mad bloodhound.

"I give up. You win, dude. I'm SORRY… AHHHHHH." He cried out desperately from behind his crumbling defenses. But with a simple glance to the furious dead eyes, he knew that his opponent was not in the mood for negotiation, not in the slightest.

And yet his thirst for blood was denied. For his arms were suddenly locked to his sides and he felt himself being pulled away from his prey. Who had dared to try to stop him?

"You're killing him, dude! STOP!" The bloodied jock shouted from behind him.

"Of course, Brad's most loyal lapdog. Ha ha ha hah… let us join the flow." The creature mused. He suddenly shifted his 'flow' to reverse and pushed against the jock. While the sudden change was enough to throw most normal men of their feet, they didn't give football team memberships to just anybody.

He managed to maintain his balance by a bunch of quick steps until his opponent locked his legs with his foot and veraciously pushed forward. He tripped and fell to the ground along with the creature on top of him. The impact from both sides squeezed all the much needed air out of the bully's lungs.

The mad animal rose and grinned as he picked up the prone body to make him stand.

Slightly dazed, the jock shook his head to refocus. In a desperate attempt to buy some time he lashed out a kick.

For a moment there, Ron's hands were a blur. He quickly stung his opponent's rising shin with a punch while his other hand hit the throat.

The poor target never had the chance to grasp his oxygen-deprived throat when a mean elbow hook knocked his head sideways and then a knee hit his stomach forcing him to double over, exposing his neck to the enemy. That particular enemy jumped on his prey, aimed his elbow towards the exposed neck and impacted with all of his weight.

The jock's nervous system instantly shut down and left the body slumping on the floor.

There, the triumphant stood with clenched fists… taking in deep breaths… staring at the body…

Brad was on his knees, nursing his wound. He touched a spot which hurt really bad then bit his lips and closed his eyes. But when he opened them again he was horrified.

"Did he kill Jake?" The question burned him. "NO…NO…NO…" He gritted his teeth, got up and clenched his steel pipe. Fury guiding his will, he swung the weapon at the murderer. But it was suddenly locked in a tight grip.

Brad stared at the hand the captured his weapon with pure disbelief. There was the clad-in-black extended arm of Ron which had reached out to his flank and would not let go of the weapon.

The shrouded head was slowly turned towards him and the moment Brad saw the twin blue orbs, his hair stood up on end.

With painful intentions on his mind, Ron rushed towards his prey and smashed shoulder against shoulder. Brad screamed but there was only one sound he was interested in. The sharp crack he heard in Brad's shoulder. It called out to him, filled his aura, and unlocked a memory best-forgotten by his mind and burned into his body.

"Break the arm and then snap the head." He twirled around Brad and grabbed his head from behind. Even Brad knew what was about to come… at least his incredible pain would be over… just then the blue glow in Ron's eyes disappeared. He blinked several times to clear his foggy mind. He was standing all tensed up and holding something strangely hairy and a bit moist. He looked down and what he saw made him release Brad and jump back. Brad fell on his knees and then limped to a nearby corner. He curled into a ball, crying silently and pitifully.

When Ron saw that the bloodied body was moving, he was thankful. But what disturbed him was that the injured man was moving away from him; as if he was the monster that did this to him.

Brad looked up to at him with welled up eyes, the moment they made eye contact Ron remembered why.

"What have I done?" He quietly muttered to himself, horrified of what he had become. "Okay, calm down, I didn't ki… ". Although as he turned the mere sight of the bloodied alley made him doubt it.

Suddenly the sounds of ambulance sirens tore through the silence and shook Ron to the core of his conscience. He spun towards the direction of the sirens. "Who called them?" He thought. "Oh man... What do I do?"

"Oh, come now, the tight alley will slow them." An unknown voice spoke up in his head, yet it seemed strangely familiar. "Think like a criminal, listen to your instincts." He spent a few seconds pondering about it. He already didn't feel comfortable with the new voice or like its opinion but the alternative way was unthinkable.

And so he scaled the building to his right, with a nagging feeling in his mind. His shot his hand to the ledge of the roof and lifted himself up. As soon as he reached the top, he glanced around the surrounding buildings suspiciously. He found nothing. And yet he could still feel the eyes on him. And with that, he sped off towards home, using what little Parkour he had learned.

Off in the distance a cell phone was dropped on the ground... And then crushed…

…

Somewhere in the woods

THE PRAY IS NEAR

…

Kim possible stood at the edge of the river stream. It was less vigorous than she remembered. The fallen tree was still there. The moss had lost its lively green color. But it came as no surprise; after all it was winter.

"This must be where he fell into the cold water." she said to herself. "Right after I left off." it was something she deeply regretted. Something mysterious happened here; something that changed Ron. If only she been with him when...

'Oh nothing, just enjoying the peace and quiet.'

It was her fault, for leaving him in his time of grief. How stupid she was to think that he would simply bounce back. A lone tear emerged from her eye and traveled across her cheek. No, something happened to him and she would be damned to just stand by and watch him fade into the shadows.

Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep… Beep…

The kimmunicator brought her out of her gloomy thoughts. She quickly wiped her tear and answered it. "Yeah Wade, what is it?" she asked as she struggled to sound normal.

"It's six o'clock. Kim, I don't like this. You didn't find anything, Ron is probably coming and you know what that means. You have to get out of there. We'll continue this tomorrow." Wade warned.

"No, I've come this far, I can't back out." she countered. "And it's okay, I wanna talk to him."

Wade rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Alright, there's no way I can talk you out of this, especially that Ron's involved. Okay, just be careful and good luck." he signed off.

"Let's see how diplomatic they're feeling." Kim put the device into her pocket and turned to the thick woods.

THE TIME FOR ANSWERS HAS COME...

Author's notes: … Aaaannd that's a rap (yeah that's right, I said rap, let's move on and cut the crap for i'm gonna take a nap, I'm hella tapped out, but I ain't gonna back out. Alright I'll stop now XD ). This chapter was actually part of a bigger piece that I cut into two segments. So big it might actually match all my other chaps, put together, in size. :)

So the reason for the cut is… I naively thought I could make it to the ultimate one on one session with Ron and Pyro in no time. *Bangs head on table* But as I mined further in the dark and ugly catacombs of my mind I discovered there were many areas and plot-holes I needed to cover up before I could go further.

So yeah, very funny guys and gals. You all purposefully voted for all the available ladies equally. HOW THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE NOW, HUH? I thought maybe I could add one popular lady to Ron's love loop but NOOOO…

Pyro interrupts: What if they meant for you to bring all the women in together?

*Considers for a moment but then turns to his company annoyed* Pyro I'm in the middle of something here, why don't you go bring doom to a planet or something?

*Pyro rolls his eyes to Naga's extremely ignorant behavior*

Oh, and you remember what I said to you about the reasons… (Pyro interrupts again: Excuses) …for my lagging, well they are nothing compared to this one (The reason that kept me locked for half a year):

The most evilest evility of all time: HIGH SCHOOOOOOOOOOOL

Two more years of this torture *sigh*. Well, now that I'm back, review and tell me what you think. And keep working on that criticism. I still haven't gotten any. :( Come on, just make something up, is it really that difficult. I made some pretty horrible mistakes in the chapters 1&2. (Which will be fixed. Don't worry or review about that.) See ya. :)