"What's so wierd about a schoolbus?" Tara asked from the couch she was propped up on.
"In this neighborhood? Kids go to private school." Ron replied.
"In other news, Gothgrl900 posted her crew needs help."
"And?" Ron asked.
"They tool around in an old school bus, and she said they were in the Santa Monica area." Tara answered.
"Sloppy, sloppy." Ron chided walking to the driver compartment.
"Are we going to go find them?" Tara asked.
"Sure, why not? Besides I have a feeling, and my gut is seldom wrong these days." Ron replied.
"Ok, but I gotta warn you, gothgrl is kind of a bitch." Tara said hesitantly.
"Please Tara, if I can handle Bon-Bon, I can handle anyone."
"I hope so." Tara said nervously, as the vehicle got underway.
Soon the RV picked up speed as Ron was trying to catch that school bus. It didn't take long. Ron blew past it.
"Ron, we passed it." Tara said.
"I know, I got a plan." he hollered back. When he got a sufficient distance up the road he turned off the road and backed it up and blocked both lanes. He got out and waited.
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"God, what an asshole!" Jessie said as the RV blew past them.
"Maybe they're in a hurry." Gordon shrugged, glad she wasn't driving. When they got up the road, the RV had become a makeshift roadblock, with a figure standing on the median line.
"What the fuck?" the goth girl said.
"Oh, now my day is complete." Gordon said shaking his head. He took stock of the figure, blonde hair, freckled cheeks, black sweater, leather gloves, gray cargo pants and black boots.
"Oh shit." Gordon said.
"What? You're afraid him?" Jessie said with no small amount of disdain.
"Jessie get in back, now!" Gordon said hefting his lever action rifle. The figure approached the bus and motioned for Gordon to open the doors. He leveled his rifle toward the door, and the figure merely held up his hands and gave him a disappointed look.
"I just wanna talk man, jeez."
Gordon opened the door.
"Hey, chief, you seen a redhead, 'bout my height, green eyes and a spankin' body?"
"Ron Stoppable." Gordon said plainly.
"No, I'm Ron Stoppable, and I'm lookin for Kim Possible. Oh and thanks for remembering my name. You are?"
"No shit he remembers your name. You're all she'd ever talk about, since we picked her up in Middleton two years ago."
"Oh......really? I'm touched. It must be Hanukah and my birthday all rolled into one big ball of awesome!" Ron said happily.
Jessie slid behind the seat to hide. The look in Ron's eyes reminded her of when her stepfather had been drinking.
"...So where is she?" Ron asked, his voice taking on a lethal edge.
"Not here." Gordon said.
"I noticed thanks. So where the fuck is she?" Ron said.
" We had to ditch her. She's as mental as you are, you fucking kike!"
Without a word Ron smoothly drew a large chrome plated revolver and pointed it at her head.
"Words like that have kept my people down for centuries." Ron said without emotion.
"Words like that hurt." he continued thumbing the hammer back.
"Does daddy have a swastika is his attic?" Ron asked with a cruel grin stepping closer to the whimpering girl.
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Kim and Father O'Leary rode in silence.
"This is a sweet ri-" Kim started before wrenching the wheel to side turning the car around, and flooring it.
"What's gotten into you, woman?" the priest asked hanging on for dear life.
"Gordon's in danger, don't ask how I know." Kim replied.
"Can that boy stay out of trouble for two minutes!"
"No father, I don't think he can.
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"Ok, tough guy you put the fear of god into her. Now we were havin a conversation." Gordon said.
"She so much as twitches funny, I'll end all her troubles." Ron said coldly.
"Why are you so pissed at Jessie? I fucked your KP." Gordon said. Ron looked as if he were punched in the gut.
"That's right, pal. She loved it too. I still got marks on my back from her nails. She was hollerin an' havin a grand ol' time." Gordon said hoping Jessie would use the opportunity to escape.
"Were you at least gentle with her?" Ron asked softly.
"What?" Gordon asked surprised.
"It's a simple question, man......" Ron said surprised at his own words.
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The black car pulled up in front of the RV. Kim got out and made her way around it.
"That's far enough, Kim." Tara said leveling a pistol at her. Tara's thigh was bandaged.
"Tara, you're helping him?" Kim asked shocked.
"I've always had a crush on him. You knew that, and besides he freed me from Derek." she said plainly.
"He was hitting you?"
"Among other things...." Tara said.
"I'm..."
"Save it. Everyone is after the fact." the blonde snapped. Kim was taken aback by the sheer harshness of her tone.
"I-I need Ron...." Kim said the messengers ringing in her ears.
"And what? You think you can abandon him for two years and just walk back into his life like nothing happend? I've seen his fucking back, Kim! Would a handjob have freaking killed you?" Tara spat, her blue eyes hard as ice, and just as cold.
Kim stood there mouth agape.
"Aww, don't worry Kim, I'll take good care of him." Tara said in a way reminiscent of the old days.
"I...need....Ron." Kim said slowly raising her revolver.
Tara stepped forward and bit down gently on the muzzle. She looked at Kim mischieviously, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.
"See, this is how you do it." she said, talking around the barrel. With that her lips closed around it, as she began to fellate Kim's weapon.
Kim immediately let go of it, blushing furiously. Tara caught it, removed the bullets and gave it back.
"Suicidal, not stupid." Tara said.
With that Kim lashed out and kicked her wounded leg. Tara fell to the ground, clutching her leg. Despite the pain she was laughing. Kim looked at her like she was an alien.
"Hon, if you think I'm fucked up, Ron is a million times worse, have fun Kimmie!"
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"I was as gentle as I could be, man. How about you put that gun away?"
"Not a chance." Ron said. For the first time since that fateful night at Bueno Nacho he felt unsure.
"Kim, left you hel-lo! That little cunt was so putting us on when she said you were some kinda badass killer."
"Don't say that word...." Ron whispered fearfully tears streaming down his cheeks.
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Two years and two months ago.
"C'mon bitch, I know you can do better than this." the henchman sneered as he and Kim fought. Ron was looking for the wonderflonium Drakken had stolen as part of his latest plan.
"Face it, you're no Shego." Kim taunted back.
"C'mon really hit me you little cunt!" the henchman said.
"Hit you....Really...hit....you?" Kim asked the red haze moving in blurring her vision. She could only see one thing....the pipe wrench.
"Rufus c-bomb! Duck and cover!" Ron yelled as Rufus now a much paler shade of pink, lept into his pocket, as he and his human hid behind some equipment.
The wrench hit the henchman squarely in the teeth shattering them in one fell swing.
"How's this, and this, aaand this, AND THIS! AND THIS AND THIS? ARRRRRGGGGG!" Kim screamed in rage, blood spattering on her face, in her hair and mission clothes.
"Sweet mother of pearl." was all Dr Drakken could say upon seeing the gruesome spectacle, turning a shade paler himself.
"Dear god...."Shego said taken aback, her hand over her mouth.
"Rufus, old buddy I gotta stop her, before she kills him, or Drakken and Shego."
"Ahhh no-no-no-no." Rufus chittered.
"I have to." Ron said simply. Setting Rufus down on the floor.
Ron gathered his manhood from bottom to top, and grabbed Kim pinning her arms to her sides.
"LET GO OF ME! ARRRGGG!" Kim screeched, her bloodshot eyes wide, and unseeing.
"Kim, it's me! Ron!" he pleaded.
"RAAAAHHH!" she screamed sinking her teeth into his forearm.
"Here, let me help!" Shego said rushing in.
"NO!" Ron growled through gritted teeth. Swinging Kim around bodily so his back was to the green villainess.
"AAAh GOD! Kim! Let go!" Ron screamed as blood began to trickle from his arm.
The taste of her friends blood snapped her out of her rage. Kim feel limp and sobbing.
"I was doing so well!! I haven't had an episode since middle school!" she sobbed.
"An episode?" Shego asked softly.
"Go tend to your rent-a-thug, and let the heroes take care of their own. You use this against her, either of you and I swear I will kill you both." Ron said menacingly.
The Stoppable home later that night.
"Look, what you did to my son! What is wrong with you? You're sick, that's what's wrong with you! Your parents are too prideful to acknowledge it, but I'm on to you missy! That's it no more, no more missions, and if this ever happens again you'll never see Ronald again.
"You can't." Ron said.
"I'm your mother. I can and I will."
"Then I'll just sneak out."
"No, you won't young man."
"How are you going to stop me?" Ron asked.
With that Jean Stoppable slapped her son across the face. Kim stood up.
"One step and I'm calling the police." Dean Stoppable said.
"Thank you ma'am may I have another." Ron said glaring at his parents, Kim wasn't the only one with demons, but she'd never seen Ron like this.
"You might want to go home now," Dean said plainly and Kim left.
"Try this, then." his mother said balling up a fist and hitting him square in the stomach. Ron dropped to his knees Laughing between choking coughs.
He shakily stood up.
"That's it? That's all you got?" he said whipping off his shirt, exposing the patchwork of scars and burns on his back.
"Oh my god!" his parents gasped in unison as they stepped back.
"Don't ever hit me again." Ron said icily.
"Why?" Jean asked horrified.
"It hurts."
"Your mother is referring to your back, son."
"I love her."
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"Oh I'm sorry." Ron said his head snapping up, his heart freezing over at the painful memory. He closed the distance between him and the goth girl.
"This better?" he asked pressing the barrel against her forehead, his sleeve rode up exposing a silver dollar shaped scar on his forearm.
"You don't have the balls." she sneered.
"I'm a soldier of the apocalypse." he said plainly, as he squeezed the trigger. The girl's body fell to the floor.
"Now, Ron said turning around, Never did catch your name..."
"Fuck you."
"Man, your parents not like you or something?" Ron said with his cruel little grin.
"Kim will never love you..."
"I know....I'm a monster, but some times it takes a monster to kill a monster." Ron replied.
"Just go."
"Ok, don't mind if I do." Ron said as he was leaving when he got that wrong feeling. He spun around, just in time for Gordon to pull the trigger the impact sent him out the door.
"Body armor, never leave home without it." Ron said on his back.
"You best be on your way lad." A priest with an Irish broque said helping him up.
"I'm no altar boy get your hands off me." Ron spat.
"RON!" Kim yelled running toward him. The priest intercepted her, tackling her.
"I'm sorry KP!" Ron said.
"I can't save the world without you!" she pleaded.
"I'm not strong enough yet...."
"To do what?" she sobbed.
"Step out of your shadow." he said getting into the RV and driving off.
