ROBB chap 7.
Disclaimer: What? You say I don't own Kim Possible? But I thought it was to finally be mine! What are you…? Hey, get that lawsuit away from me! Fine, I still do not own Kim Possible. (Pouts)
Thanks once again to all the wonderful people who brightened my day by reviewing. Virtual group hug!
Also, and this is really cool, my stories were nominated three times in Zaratan's Fannie Awards. (No wins, but meh.) "I Still Hate Him" was nominated twice, and our very own Dark Ron in this story was nominated for best villain! If the person who nominated one or more of them is reading this I would like to say thank you SO much! It's a wonderful feeling to know that people liked my stories that much!
Here I am, back again. Today I bring you a chapter of enchantment, of mystifying splendor. A chapter of such power and suspense, such ethereal majesty, tantalizing, pants-defying… Eh…In this chapter you get to see some stuff from Dark Ron's point of view. (Waves hands around making 'woooo' noises.)
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Ron strode down the corridor of his new secluded forest lair, each step proclaiming his confidence and control. His black cloak swirled around him granting a sense of menace to his normally unimpressive frame. Except now, this was normal.
A smirk flicked across the new villain's face at the thought. Never again would he play the idiot while Kim Possible saved the day. Never.
His former self might have been happy letting that puffed-up cheerleader get all the credit and thanks for the work they did together, but now that Shego had helped free him from his 'good' side; his week side, he would show the world, as well as his former 'partner,' just what he was made of.
And oh, how they would tremble!
Of course, he had to be careful this time around. He and Shego had discussed it and agreed that the only reason they had been defeated last time was because they had only prepared to deal with Kim, so when Drakken showed up they were caught off guard. Ron was a logical thinker, and though he was fairly good at coming up with plans on the fly his real strength was in planning ahead.
It was not his only strength however.
Ever since what he liked to call his 'awakening,' Ron had been feeling a strange twitching tingle spreading through his body, touching and sparking on his every nerve and cell.
His mystical monkey power was growing.
He figured it was probably stimulated by the change in his mind, a breaking down of the barriers of mistrust his week self had erected to cage it. Already it was much stronger than before, desiring, demanding, screaming to be used. And use it he would, but only when he chose; he was the master and would not let it rule him.
Ah, he had been such a fool.
He had spent his entire life being the nice guy, a pathetic goodie-two-shoes who looked after everyone but himself, who risked his life for a world which mocked and forgot him.
Ron clenched his hands in fury and his eyes burned briefly with a bright blue flame. He felt the dark beauty beside him start slightly and tense up, and his lips twitched into an amused smile.
Shego had been unusually jumpy lately, he reflected. There was probably some apprehension about facing Kimberly at the bottom of it and, no doubt, some nervousness concerning himself and what he could do to her as well. Still, he meant to keep his eyes open. Innocent of not, no one kept secrets from Ron Stoppable.
Not Anymore.
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"Yes! I'm in!"
Kim started, head jerking and bobbing as though she was Noddy and somebody had just given her a sharp rap. She rubbed her eyes and looked down at the kimmunicator where it lay next to her on the ground.
It had been two long, dusty, boring hours since Wade had agreed to try and hack into the security cameras' feed, and Kim had done everything one could do in a decimated evil lair except sleep. This, of course, was what she was doing when she was interrupted.
Wade grinned at her through the kimmunicator's tiny screen. He looked exhausted and appeared to have strangled his paper soda cup at some point, but now his dark face was alight with the joy of victory.
Kim passed a hand before her eyes to fully clear her vision and smiled back at the boy.
"That's great, Wade," she congratulated. "Anything interesting?"
"I'll say!" Wade's fingers spoke to the keyboard. "Take a look at this," he said after a moment.
The image on the screen changed to a view of the inside of the lab, specifically the large room where the teen crime fighter was currently sitting. The picture looked slightly grainy, as though the camera lens hadn't been cleaned properly, and Kim squinted, trying to make you the details in the empty room.
Suddenly a henchman, identifiable only by his bright red uniform, went flying through the air from off-screen and struck one wall with a sickening crash. The next moment Ron came into view. There was no doubt that it was him. He was moving easily with a kind of liquid grace, but as she stared at him in dismayed confusion, Kim saw the tell-tale vacant, unchanging smile on his face.
"Mind control," she breathed. Wade nodded.
"My guess would be that it's some kind of modified compliance chip; like the one Drakken used on you, but with body enhancers," he said, studying the still playing footage on one of his monitors. "You ever seen Ron fight like that?"
Kim shook her head, wincing as another henchman was forcibly introduced to the wall. As she watched, Shego came on-screen as well and fired a particularly large plasma blast at Drakken's precious coca maker, a satisfied smirk gracing her lips as it was reduced to rubble.
Than she paused. Remembering something, she turned suddenly and sent a burst of plasma at the security cameras. The screen went black.
"And that," Wade said, chubby face re-appearing on the tiny screen, "is that."
"But we don't know where she's taken him," Kim groaned.
"Actually, we do. Northern Canada." Kim gaped at her friend.
"How do we know that?" she asked. Wade smiled.
"A little further on the camera started working again, audio anyway, and I heard Shego tell the henchmen that was where they were going. Apparently there's a secluded rental lair in the northern Canadian wilderness. I didn't hear any exact co-ordinates but," he shrugged. "It shouldn't be too hard to find."
"Fantastic!" Kim beamed at the boy and could have hugged him had he not been so far away. She could hardly believe things were finally starting to go right. It was a heavy load off of her mind to know what had happened to Ron, and although she knew from personal experience that mind control was far from pleasant, at least he was alive and seemed alright. And she thought she could now guess just who she had fought with in Ron's room.
Shego would have a great deal to answer for when Kim caught up to her.
"Got it," Wade announced, breaking into the teen's thoughts. "Want me to set you up with a ride?"
"Please and thank you," Kim replied, the phrase slipping easily off her tongue. She hugged herself awkwardly with her free arm as she felt the chill of the wind and glanced once more around the ruin. "I suppose I'd better get Drakken," she said, sighing.
"Yeah, where is he anyway?" the tech genius asked, fingers dancing confidently over the keyboard.
For answer, Kim turned wordlessly and pointed to a far corner of the charred room where the blue skinned doctor was sleeping, curled into a fetal position with his thumb in his mouth, his other hand clutching the remains of his coca maker possessively. Wade whistled.
"There are some things about super villains I think I would be better off not knowing," he murmured.
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Oooooooooooooooh, Kim is in for the surprise of her life, no?
I have a question. Did anyone other than my brother and I read the old Noddy books when they were kids? I'm talking about before they changed the Gollywogs to clowns. (shudders) Anyway, if anyone did, and recognized my reference, tell me and I shall give you a virtual cookie. ;)
And now, please let me know what you thing of Dark Ron now that you have finally seen him in his entirety.
PS: The whole 'tantalizing, pants-defying' thing is from a Strong Bad e-mail. I don't own that either.
I'll see you next time, and thanks for reading.
