ROBB chap 10

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. However, that is probably Evil Ron's first goal after he finishes taking over the world.

This chapter is dedicated to two wonderful influences. The first is the KP episode "Graduation" – a truly awesome end to the series which finally did Ron justice.

The second, is a fantastic webcomic called "Terinu." (The web link is in my profile). This comic really inspired the chapter, particularly the main character, Terinu, who can also shoot living energy out of his body. The comic is sci fi and I would seriously recommend checking it out. It is made by someone much more talented than me. ;)

I hope you enjoy this chapter; I had a lot of fun writing it once my muse had been inspired.

His black cape swept behind him like a storm cloud, himself a thunderbolt of malevolence. He raised one dark arm and his whole body shivered as a blue light, cold as ice, slowly formed around his uplifted hand. Teeth showed as he smiled in satisfaction at the light he held like a fragile, fallen star, then with one movement he spun and slammed his glowing hand onto the pad inset into a panel of lifeless machinery.

At his touch the power flowed from his hand and into the pad, lighting it up so brightly that it reflected onto his face like a spotlight. The light then spread out in all directions from the pad, flowing into all the devices on the control bored, bringing them to light and life with a hum like the deep rumbling of an irritated lion.

When the whole control panel was lit with the glowing blue radiance he raised his hand once again and let the light fade from his fingers. The machinery flickered with iridescent blue light, as he turned, hearing a small sound behind him.

"Was that really necessary?" Shego enquired, one eyebrow raised. Ron smiled that slow, frightening smile which looked wrong on his mild face.

"Activating the control panel that way? Yes," Ron answered. "If all of my devices can only be activated and controlled by monkey power, then even Possible's pet nerd can't hack into them."

"I meant the theatrics."

"Oh, those?" Ron looked pensive for a moment, head cocked, monkey-like, to the side. Then he shook his head. "No, those weren't necessary, but they were fun."

By the time Shego came for her, Kim had sufficiently composed herself to be able to glare witheringly at her captor when the green-skinned woman opened her cell door.

"I can't believe you did that!" Kim snarled as Shego walked into the cell. "Didn't you have enough of Zorpox last time he went after the world's supply of nacos?"

"Newsflash, Kimmy." Shego was carrying some kind of shock stick in one hand, and now held it up in warning as Kim stepped forward. "He is not Zorpox now by a long shot, as you would have realized if you had half a brain. And now that you've been captured he and I are about to gain control of the world. Wanna come and see?"

Kim thought fast. She was clearly not getting out of this cell by herself, and if she went with Shego she might easily find a way to stop them. She'd done it a million times, right? Never mind that the very last thing she wanted to do was to confront Ron again, she had a strong suspicion that she wasn't up to it.

It didn't matter anyway, as it turned out, because Shego did not wait for an answer before jabbing her stick into Kim's ribcage and turning it on with the flick of a finger. Kim jerked in pain and felt all of her muscles go limp, as she fell to the floor once again. She wasn't unconscious, but she couldn't move. Desperately she tried to move something, anything, but could just about manage to keep breathing. Her lungs felt so heavy. As she struggled with her other muscles she felt herself losing control over her vital functions and her heart skipped two frightening beats.

"Easy Princess," Shego said, sounding almost worried. "Fighting is definitely not a good idea right now. Blacking out is probably the best thing you can hope for if you keep straining like this."

Kim forced herself to concentrate on inhaling and exhaling, on the blood flowing through her veins, on the churning of her stomach as it digested her food. All the little things that made her body work, which she had taken for granted, now needed conscious direction through the deadening brutality of the shock stick.

Shego picked Kim up under the arms and propped her in a high-backed wheelchair. Kim hardly noticed. Her eyes were dry, and she bent her thought that way until she managed to blink, slowly.

As she was wheeled down the corridor, Kim spared herself for one, fleeting thought, where on earth were Wade and Rufus.

At that moment, Rufus was looking down into the control room, watching as his former master worked the board of flickering switches and lights as though he were playing Beethoven on some complex instrument. The mole-rat was aware of what he had to do, but found himself at a loss as he looked down through the air-vent's grating.

The machinery Ron was working with was advanced, so much so that it looked alien, like something from a science fiction movie. Nowhere could he see anything that would disable the board, or the large signal tower which stood beneath a hatch in the ceiling, ready to be raised into firing position.

Rufus dithered back and forth for a few moments, uncertain. Kim wanted him to disable the machine, but he could not see anything that he could easily tamper with, and there were several black-uniformed guards stationed around the room. He finally decided to wait until an opportune moment presented itself, it would not help them if he were captured as well.

Ron did not look up from his work when Shego brought Kim in, but that slow smile slipped around his lips again. Blue fire flickered over his fingers as he flipped a switch on the control panel. Immediately a crack appeared in the lair wall above his head, and two panels slid out and back, revealing a large television screen.

The screen brightened, and Kim tried to gasp when she saw the grave faces of the most powerful world leaders. These dignitaries were assembled around a table, and obviously already knew something of the danger they faced. Ron glanced at Shego.

"Mind if I do the honors?" he asked politely.

"Oh, go ahead." Shego waved a hand nonchalantly. I know you'll enjoy it more than I will."

"Thank you." Ron turned back to the sweating dignitaries. "Your excellencies," he began. "I have called you all here today not to give you an ultimatum, nor to make demands." There was a murmur of surprise and confusion from the seated leaders, and Ron held up one hand with a frown.

"No," he continued. "Instead, I simply state fact. I have a count-down set for sixty seconds. When it is finished my device will be activated, disabling every explosives-related weapon on earth, save my own, which are protected." He flashed a hungry smile at the shocked faces on the screen. "So, unless any of you feel that you would like to attack me using, oh say…swords and crossbows, that means the world is mine."

Behind him on the wall, a large glowing clock was now uncovered, and began counting back from sixty. Someone on the screen had found his voice.

"Wait a minute! Can't we talk about this?"

52 seconds…

"Afraid not," Ron replied calmly. "I doubt there's anything you could give me that I'd want more than everything."

44 seconds…

Kim was struggling with unresponsive muscles and tendons, ignoring the discomfort of her irregular heart, lungs and veins in her panic to do something, anything, to stop the countdown. She felt almost as though she were fighting to get out of her dead no, dying, skin, she could feel it twitching spasmodically as she strained. She felt a hand on her shoulder through the pain and desperation and could see Shego out of the corner of her eye.

"Please Kim," the villainous said so softly the words were almost breathed. "You're going to kill yourself. Give it a chance to wear off."

35 seconds…

Kim was shocked. Was Shego trying to help her? But the instant had broken through her panic and she could feel the shuddering of her organs more, the pain striking through her very core, and she suddenly realized the danger that she was in. She forced herself to calm down.

There was pandemonium on the screen now, important world leaders tripping over themselves as they rushed about looking for something to do. Ron stood with his back to her, but she envisioned the kind of smile she had seen on his face before, and felt her calming heart skip again.

22 seconds…

There was now some semblance of order in the conference room on the other side of the screen. Most of the dignitaries had begun a desperate little huddle in a corner of the room, while one of them was looking anxiously at his watch, shaking it.

"Allow me," Ron said to this man, benignly. "We are at…"

15 seconds…

"Fifteen seconds."

Kim thought she could feel her fingertip move, just a little. Before she could get at all excited over this, however, a small pink blur shot down from the air duct overhead, and landed expertly on the counter next to the control board. Ron saw, and turned with a frown, starting forward as the mole-rat leaped sideways and onto the board itself.

9 seconds…

An anguished squeak from Rufus, a bright blue energy beam that seemed to go right through his little body, arching out from the outstretched hand of his master. The mole-rat was thrown off the panel and landed on the floor. Kim felt her finger twitch again in shock, but forced herself once again to calm down and spare her laboring body. Ron shook his head and laughed as his pet struggled to his feet, whiskers smoking.

"Oh no," he said. "You and I have blown up doomsday machines far too often for me not to defend mine."

3 seconds…

Kim's eyes were glued to the clock.

2 seconds…

Complete silence had taken over the room, as well as that on the other side of the screen.

1 second…

"Show time," Ron murmured, and a buzzer sounded.

Slowly, smoothly, the door in the ceiling slid open and back, and the great, ponderous machine slid upward into place with a grace which belied its size. Kim felt the sudden, cool night air sting her quivering flesh as it whistled through the opening.

Ron had turned and was allowing a blue, glowing energy to form in his hand. It could only be energy. It crackled around his fingers like baby lightning bolts. It was just like the energy he had attacked Rufus with. What was it?

Ron turned then and pulled a metal lever at the base of the giant machine. Chrack! The blue lightning snapped like sparks as it latched onto the lever and spread down the handle and into the machine's body. Ron pulled the lever down and the entire towering machine lit up a radiant blue. An antenna unfolded from the top, and Kim felt the whole building quiver with the rush of energy being released by the machine.

There was a moment of complete silence, except for the painful moaning of the wind. Then suddenly there was a terrified scream. It came not from Ron and Shego's base, but from behind the door leading out of the conference room, miles and miles away. The door opened revealing a pale young officer.

"Sir...sirs," the lad panted, at a loss. "It's mayhem out there! People are calling from the armories, our troupes, they're…No one knows what's going on!"

"When you're ready to surrender, give me a call," Ron advised pleasantly. "I'll give you half an hour before I send in my…considerably less disabled forces." He cut the power to the screen by flipping a switch, leaving the following pandemonium in the room to speculation.

He turned then, looking at Kim directly for the first time since that awful betrayal. "And now KP," he said almost gently, "I think it's time I finally dealt with you."

Hope you enjoyed!

The shock administered to Kim is really nasty. I did it really to show just how evil Ron is, really. Think about it. Ron has not had evil added, but had all of his good removed. He has no mercy, no kindness. He is just the embodiment of evil. Shivers.

Second disclaimer: I said the comic "Terinu" inspired this chapter, it also inspired Ron using his monkey powers to activate and control his devices, particularly the signal tower. You should seriously go read this comic, guys. ;)

That's all for now. Kim and Ron's fight is next chapter, so wish me luck writing my second fight scene ever. And we'll get to see some more from Dark Ron's point of view. I was going to have that this chapter, but it didn't quite work out that way.

Thanks for reading, and please review; I'd love to know what you think.