Disclaimer I do not own Kim Possible or the Animals and their House of the Rising Sun. Just so you know this chapter is kind of depressing.
Kim soon found out that this wasn't going to be an easy match, like she thought it would be. Her blows were common but lacked the punch to take down Luke. As for Luke his blows were far and few in between but their punch were long lasting and hurt a lot more. Both had an advantage and a disadvantage in the fight and neither was going to back down. The two house mates danced around the room throwing every punch and kick they had at each other. Sometime during the fight Ruffs had crawled under the door to investigate the noise coming from the room, that had woken him up. He was shocked to see his friend Kim and house mate Luke going at it, like it was a death match. Ruffs then ran back to his dear life long buddy Ron and try to wake him up. Ruffs knew how to wake his buddy up; he went though his pants, that were lying on near by night stand, and found a packet of Bueno Nacho hot sauce. With carful aim Ruffs jumped on to the hot sauce packet sending a spicy little red glob into Ron's mouth. Almost instantly Ron shot up with a very red face and spitting out fire, Ruffs didn't waste any time trying to explain that Kim needed help. When Ron finally got what Ruffs was trying to say he put on a pair of pants and ran down the hall right into Luke's room. There he saw Kim and Luke duking it out, it seemed that Luke had struck a big blow to Kim before his arrival as Kim was clutching her left arm in pain. Just before Luke could strike aging at his friend Ron push Kim out of the way and dodged a roundhouse kick aimed at his head.
"You messing with monkey kung fu power now" said Ron as he got into a fighting stands.
Luke only gave grunt as his reply. The fright continued with Ron and Luke battling each other. Ron was hoping that his really kung fu powers were to come soon he couldn't take the blows that Luke was dishing out. To Ron's credit he got more then a couple of lucky shots on Luke, who was now starting to feel the pain his body had taken, but he was done yet.
Monique had spent the previous night sleeping on the couch, afraid of interacting with Kim about yesterday morning. She had snuck up and took some of her clothes and went back down before Kim spotted her. She was trying to think of away to tell Kim how she really felt about her but was coming up empty, that's when she noticed, the sound of fighting up stairs. Monique didn't hesitate and ran up the stairs and founded the sound of the fight into Luke's room. When Monique opened the door she saw a fight that was better then any wrestling match she had ever seen, tenfold. Ron and Kim were having a slugging match against Luke, Kim's face had taken a bit of a beating, Ron had a black eye, but Luke had taken the most damage as blood came down his forehead and out of his mouth. Monique didn't know if she should stay put and enjoy the fight or give her friends a helping hand as Luke jumped over his and went into a crouch and when Kim followed Luke kicked her just before she could land, sending her into a wall. Ron jumped over the bed only to have Luke land a kick into him sending him back over the bed and into the other wall. Kim then tried to send Luke to the ground but only managed to get him to stumble towards the door. In response Luke gave Kim a left hook to the noise, when she was near enough. It suddenly dawned on Monique that Kim needed help as Ron was down and out, Kim's noise was bleeding and Luke looked like he was getting ready for a powerful strike. Thinking fast Monique looked around for something she could hit Luke with and to her luck she spotted a small toolbox next to the door, with knowing what else to do, Monique picked it up and with all the muscle she could mustered she tossed it at Luke's head. Luck was on her side as the toolbox found its mark hitting Luke in the head and bouncing off into the corner of the room. At first it seemed it had done nothing but then Luke said
"Oi! That hurt!"
And with that Luke fell, face first into the floor. Kim was shocked; she hadn't see Monique throw the toolbox. As Luke fell to the ground Monique rushed over to Kim to see if she was ok.
"Oh God Kim are you ok?"
"Monique?"
Monique ran over and gave Kim a hug, as if she hadn't seen her in years. Kim's response was to wince in pain as her left arm still hurt tremendously. Monique quickly stopped the hugging to see what was wrong and could see Kim holding her arm that was in great pain. Just then the sound of the communicator going off got the attention of the two girls. Monique gave Kim a look that said
'You are out of your mind if you think your going to get' before she ran out to their room and answered Kim's communicator.
"What's up Wade?"
"Hey, Monique. Is Kim there?"
"Uh… Kim's a little busy right now. Is it just another mission?"
"Nope it's about Luke and it something Kim has to know"
"Alright, just hang on a sec."
Monique ran back to Luke's room where Kim was checking on Ron, who had taken the lesser damage of the fight.
"Kim. Wade needs to take to you"
Monique held out the communicator so Kim could see Wade's face.
"Kim! Are you ok?"
"Yea…I just had a little misunderstanding with Luke."
"Wait you fought with Luke?"
"Yea. What's going on Wade?"
"Kim I need to scan you and Luke right now."
Knowing it could life threatening Kim let Wade scan her, Luke, and Ron. Wade went into overdrive, making sure no one had been badly hurt and finally took a breath of air when the worst was just a sore arm, then realizing that he had been holding his breath.
"Uh…Wade what is this all this about?"
"Sorry Kim. I finally dug up what I could about Luke."
Kim had wanted to know more about Luke since they first met and had tried asking him but he would never bite. Now Wade had the answer.
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Name: Luke Donald O'Brian
Date of Birth: May 1, 1988
Sex: Male
Height: 6-02
Eye's: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Tattoo's: 26
Scars: 19
State of Birth: New York
Job: Long Haul Trucker (Independent/Teamster)
Truck type: Peterbilt 379 year 2003
Father: Mark O'Brian
Mother: Sarah O'Brian
Known relatives: Patrick O'Brian (Vietnam Veteran Marine Corps): Decease. Frank O'Brian (Vietnam Veteran Green Berets)
Kim looked at the sheet of paper that was slowly giving up Luke's life; she just wished it could go a little faster. Monique was standing next to Kim holding two icepacks on her shoulder, nothing was broken it just hurt a lot. The two girls were back in their room watching the wireless printer spite out pages on facts and the history of Luke, who was still out cold in his room. The papers were a mixer of school report's and or state records nothing real seemed to indicate that Luke had anything bad happen to him, at first. However ten pages caught Kim's eyes and she begin looking thought them they turned out to be reports of all incidents that the police had responded to at the O'Brian household. There was an average of three incidents a mouth since June of 2000 to September of 2004. This was something that shocked Kim, Luke wasn't kidding when he said 'when my family and I have a fight we fight with bats and pipes'. It turned out that Luke and his father hated each other, and after get beaten up badly a few times by his father, Luke's two uncles decided to teach him military stile fighting which he soon was using on his own father, He later moved out of the family house and moved in with his two uncles. More was to come; Wade faxed over copes of police files on Luke, who had only two misdemeanors. The first one was assault in March of 06 and the other one was assault with a deadly weapon in November of 06. The files explained that the reason they were only misdemeanors because Luke acted in self defense. Kim decided to give Luke the benefit of the doubt; it could have just gotten out of hand. A little while later the printer stopped but one more fax was coming though. The two girls waited until it was finished before reading it.
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The fax was a detailed police report on a traffic accident that had happen almost two years ago. On October 27 2009 Officer John Smith, unit 92, and Sgt Dan Anderson of Rochester NY, unit 53, spotted, what was a reported two weeks earlier, a stolen white Toyota Camry with four suspects inside. Sgt Anderson attempted to pull over the suspects, who refused by driving away. Both Sgt Anderson and Officer Smith gave chase to the white Camry which was reaching speeds up to 95 miles an hour on cul-de-sac roads near E. Henrietta Rd. After about five minutes of driving around the cul-de-sac roads the car turned on to Aleta Dr. and head west towards E. Henrietta Rd. The suspects, now reaching speeds up 105 miles an hour managed to cross two of the four line road when a double tanker truck heading south, driven by one Luke O'Brian, slammed into the speeding car killing two occupants who were later identify as Umberto Johnson and Mike Stone. The report went to say that the other two occupants, who were later identify as know gang members, had to be cut out of the twisted car by firemen, who took two and half hours, both would spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs and spend at least fifteen years in the state pen. Kim turned a paper pale white, this explained more then Kim had intended wanted to know. It was all really sad, Luke had been though so much lost and gained very little. Monique put an understanding hand on her shoulder; they both knew that there was nothing they could do for Luke.
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The night seemed to have come quick and offered a long and peaceful slumber. Luke wasn't going to have that kind of luck tonight. Luke, to himself, believed that making friends with Kim and any of his housemates had just gone out the window when he started the fight and he didn't want to be alone anymore; it was just too painful to go on. So if he was going out, he was going to make sure that it wasn't painful and do it when no one could stop him. He couldn't be in a more sorrow mood right now as he listened to The Animals House of the Rising Sun while he drank himself to death.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
The organ solo was racing with little bubbles coming out of Luke's mouth and into his third bottle as he forced himself to keep going, he didn't care anymore and he didn't want to be around if no one wanted him.
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well I got one foot on the platform
The other on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God know I'm one
Just as the song ended, Luke dropped the empty bottle and fell to the ground.
When Luke woke up he found himself in his truck, which came to a real surprise to him. When he regained his sense he realized that he was hungry and needed to eat soon. Luckily he saw that a truck stop was up a head and pulled over. After parking his truck he walked in and the n he took a seat in booth and waited to order. He picked up the menu and when he put back down he saw some one that he knew he shouldn't be seeing. He shook he head and rubbed his eyes but the man who sat in front of him was still there. Then as if by answering his unspoken question the man said
"No Luke you're not dead, yet"
Luke's eyes were ready to pop out of his head. His uncle Patrick had been dead for years, yet here he was sitting down with him. Then it hit him he was having a near death experience and uncle Pat was here to give him some words of wisdom, which was complete ludicrous when he was alive.
"Hey Uncle Pat how's it going?"
"Well I'm doing alright but I can tell you could use some help"
'You don't know the half of it'
"Yea I need some help right now so … any words of wisdom."
"Well uhmmmm…….. Birds of a feather stick tougher"
'Strike one'
"What?"
"Look maybe it's for the better that you don't make friends with your house mates"
'Strike two'
"That's not really helping me out Pat"
"Monkey see monkey do?"
Luke could now hear his conscience saying
'So Luke …buddy… old pal ….what gave you the idea that he would come up with any thing useful to say. He never had anything good to say when he was alive …so what make's you thing he going to start now?'
"Ok that's it I leaving."
His uncle Pat grabbed his arm in panic
"Wait wait wait! Will you let me let come up with something?"
"Fine, but I'm getting a couple of beers while I wait."
It turned out that Luke's few beers became more like ten and finally he couldn't take it.
"Well I love to stay here and chat, until god knows when, but I'm going back to the living, far away from you. At least I can deal with my house mate's hating me forever."
"Ahh come on man. I mean how the hell do you know their are going to hate you forever, maybe they will give you a second chance or how about instead of just keep your past to your self maybe it's time to open up. They just might help you out, ass hole."
"Oh yea I'm sure, see you in hell Pat."
"Ha the jokes on you, little man, I'll be in …uh …. Where the people can fly… and stuff."
Luke closed his eyes and he begin to wake up finding himself where he begun, lying on the floor where his intake of alcohol had been made itself known.
Ok I sorry it took me this long but like I said I'm working now and it take the wind right out of me. I will try to get another chapter up before summer ends but what ever happens, happens. I also have decided not to change the rating. I would love to hear what you think of the story so far and such. So please review, thank you.