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Chapter 11 – The Blues
The hot water from the multiple shower heads steamed up the bathroom but the tiled enclosure was nowhere as "steamed" as the young woman who had spent the better part of an hour trying to scrub herself clean.
Her pale skin practically glowed, now. Her dark hair glistened, its red highlights gleamed. Foamy clouds of soap, shampoo, and body wash drifted and scudded across her torso and slid down her arms and legs to swirl in circles around her dainty pink feet.
It wasn't enough.
Crawling through miles of sewage was bad enough; doing it while you were shrunk down to the size of a mouse, was a hundred times worse!
Which had fueled her anger to stratospheric levels.
She hadn't found Ron Stoppable!
Even with added advantage of the plasma projectors, she hadn't been able to defeat Shego.
She didn't know who the brown-haired, blue-eyed hottie was, but Monique had been there, confirming at least some of the rumors she'd heard...
Ron Stoppable was so dead!
Even if there was no truth to the outrageous rumors of his involvement with a veritable harem of hot women—or that he had succumbed to the wiles of that slut, Shego, and was serving as her latest boy-toy—there was still the matter of his not looking for her while she was "missing."
Or, more recently, when she was Mastermind's captive.
And she still had very clear memories of last summer when that bitch, Betty Director, had gotten off alone with Ron on way too many occasions! Yeah, that wasn't her imagination!
There had been an understanding. Best friend. Then boyfriend. And, even though there was no ring…or even a formal proposal, yet—it was understood that they were destined to be…together.
Exclusively!
She shivered as she remembered Ron's voice in the darkness of the summer cabin…
"What do I want, Kimberly?" I want respect! And I want payback for the years of disregard, the humiliations, the thoughtless cruelties…your mother is an exquisite woman, Kimberly. A promise of everything you would ripen and grow up to be…if I were to let you live…"
She shook her head.
That hadn't been her Ron!
That had been an evil synthodrone, programmed by DNAmy and Mastermind.
But she had believed it to be Ron.
That horrible night had driven her into hiding for the better part of a year!
The memory had crawled into the corners of her mind and twisted her in ways she hadn't realized until Josh Mankey had revealed the truth and she slowly came to realize that the evil doppelganger and the real Ron Stoppable were still connected in her heart and head like conjoined twins.
Because the real Ron never came looking for me! her heart argued.
Because he's forgotten you, her head explained.
Then they came to an agreement: Because he's shacking up with that broccoli-colored bitch!
Maybe she couldn't find the willpower or motivation to go back to that warehouse…she suddenly shivered in spite of the hot water that was spraying her skin from three different directions…but she had a base of operations, a coterie of villainous minions, and Shego and Stoppable had to come out of hiding sometime!
RSVP
Ron Stoppable crept up behind the blue-tinted woman, using ninja skills that would have made his late wife envious.
She was standing in the darkened hallway with her ear pressed to a hotel room door while slowly twisting the antique doorknob as if trying to open it quietly.
Pouncing silently, his left arm encircled his target's torso, pinning her arms to her sides while his right hand, simultaneously, covered her mouth. As he lifted Electronique off the ground she began to struggle wildly and coruscating flashes of white and blue lights played over their joined forms.
After a moment, she slumped in his arms and he shifted her unconscious body so that he could lift her more gently and silently carry her up the stairs to the upper floors.
RSVP
Bonnie Rockwaller had run and rerun a series of lists in her head.
A list of the possible scenarios by which she was rescued.
A list of the possible weaknesses in her bindings and how she might escape them.
A list of the opportunities that she might be able to exploit once she was ungagged or unbound.
These were extremely short lists.
The one list she kept working on that was not short…was the list of people who might wish her ill. And every time she revisited that particular list in her mind, it only seemed to grow longer!
Bonnie Rockwaller knew that she had made enemies. She'd actually reveled in her accomplishments on that front in the past. It was an attitude that she'd eventually come to realize was so high school.
Nothing gives you a clear perspective on high school like getting out of high school.
But if Bonnie had already begun to reevaluate her place in the cosmic food chain, this, truly, was her Come-to-Jesus moment.
And, after a bit of wondering who might wish her harm, she switched over to pondering who might actually care enough to show up at her funeral.
The idea that she could actually be on her way to her death was starting to grow in her mind, sending dark roots down into the stygian depths of her hindbrain. The inevitability of it was starting to sink in: that there was really nothing that she could do to save herself.
If she were Kim Possible, it would be different!
Not because she would be the "girl who could do anything" but because her partner would move heaven and earth to find her and bring her back safe!
Bonnie thought about Ron Stoppable and tried to imagine having the love and devotion of someone like that. No wonder the annoying redhead felt like she could do anything!
If I survive this, the former Queen B of Middleton High vowed, I'll change! I'll be the kind of person who inspires loyalty in others!
Almost immediately she felt that it was the wrong kind of promise. Wait. Am I wanting to make that kind of a change so that people will admire me? Way to go, Bon Bon: it's still all about your own ego!
But what's really so wrong about wanting to be liked? She thought. I used to not care! I thought it was better to be feared!
I don't want to be feared any more. I want to be liked!
I—I want to be—loved!
And the image of a blond boy that she had taunted and mocked and picked on and very publicly disdained came back to the forefront of her thoughts.
I—I'll start by making it up to Ron, she told herself. Of all of the people I've wronged, he's at the top of the list…
RSVP
"Anything for Kim!" the black rap star insisted. "Why if it wasn't for her and her cutie-pie BF, I might still be in jail, doin' time for that bitch Leon's crimes! 'Sides, ain't no thing flyin' halfway 'round the world to play some golf. 'Specially when it's for charity—and I can pick up some large side-bets off those what don't think a black woman knows her way round the links!" M.C. Honey laughed with amused anticipation.
"That's great, Mary Catherine," Britina said. "But I need to explain a few things about this particular mission."
"As long as you don't call me Mary Catherine in front of anyone else!" M.C. Honey scolded goodnaturedly.
The blonde pop star agreed and proceeded to explain the complex issues related to the plan and who would be involved.
"Hold on, girlfriend!" the rapper interrupted toward the end of the explanation. "Are you sayin' that Kim Possible is out of the picture and that fine specimen of blonditude is on his own?"
"Well…I guess that's one way you might put it…" Jessica's cousin said carefully.
"Then I am definitely in and I'll be talking to Freckles about my 'mission fee'!"
"Uhhh," was all that Britina could come up with in response.
"Oh, and I know some other players who might be able to help…"
RSVP
Hope was headed for home.
Cutting through the warehouse, she passed through the cavernous space that was slowly taking shape as the carpenters, plumbers, and electricians turned up every day to turn the restaurant's blueprints into reality. The lights were mostly turned off or down as the workday was over, but she stopped as a dark shape emerged from the gloom at the corner of her eye.
A raised dais now hovered above the main floor where none had existed a couple of days before. This morning a large crate had been delivered and had been left atop the raised platform. That crate was now gone.
In its place was a grand piano, its rich mahogany finish gleaming in the dim light. She stood for over a minute before she could will her feet to move. She approached it slowly, circling it as if it were prey and prize that might disappear if she startled it. Ascending the dais, she reached out and touched the curved side, as if to reassure herself that the beautiful instrument was real and not a mirage from her weary mind.
Then she shook herself and looked about as if she were about to do something forbidden. The young Amerasian woman then raised the heavy lid and lifted the lid prop into place. Pulling out the cushioned bench, she sat and raised the fall, exposing the expanse of eighty-eight keys.
Closing her eyes, she began with a simple scale. Then she segued into a series of arpeggios followed by a little Well-Tempered Clavier by Bach. That gave way to Chopin and, as she felt the tension lift away from her tired muscles, she drifted into very unexpected territory: Don McLean!
Or…not so unexpected, considering the face and form that had been drifting through her thoughts of late. Even though Marcella was the vocalist and Hope the accompanist, the quiet girl had a fine voice and could hold up her own end of their occasional duets. "And I love you so…" she sang softly, almost to herself, "…the people ask me how…how I've lived till now…I tell them I don't know…"
She smiled as a husky voice joined in, singing: "I guess they understand…how lonely life has been…but life began again…the day you took my hand…"
Lately Marcella had shown some surprising depths in her vocal interpretations and Hope was moved again as she seemed to dig deeper into the emotion of the old song.
"And, yes, I know how lonely life can be…the shadows follow me…and the night won't set me free…" Hope's voice lifted on the harmony: "But I won't let the evenings get me down…as long as you're around…me…"
Although Hope was nearly always in simpatico with Marcella's phrasing, tonight there seemed to be a very special connection between them and she suddenly felt naked for now her partner must know that she shared those same feelings, those same emotions when the music was about…him.
And now it was her turn: though her voice was not as eloquent as her musical partner's, her strong, slender fingers could express herself through the ivory and wood and strings that sang just as soulfully as she improvised the bridge into the second verse.
Strangely, Marcella's voice faltered on the opening words: "And you…love me, too…"
Perhaps this would become awkward between them. Fighting over a boy was so high school. Especially when the boy was now a man and hardly seemed to know that either of them existed. But feelings had little to do with what was rational…
For three lines the piano was solo. And then the almost mournful voice came back stronger than ever.
"The Book of Life is brief…and once a page is read…all but love is dead…that…is my belief…"
Again Hope joined in, singing so softly that no one could hear her over the transcendent notes of the piano: "And yes, I know how loveless life can be…the shadows follow me…and the night won't set me free…but I don't let the evening get me down…now that you're around…me…"
Her left hand dropped away and the fingers of her right slowed to pick out the bare bones of the open: "And I love you so…the people ask me…
"How…?" Marcella's voice had dropped to an uncertain whisper.
"How I've lived till now…?" The wonderment in that question was heartbreaking.
"I tell them…"
A long pause.
"…I…don't…know…"
Hope took a deep, shuddering breath as the last note faded away and then turned but the singer had withdrawn into the darkened doorway and her only presence was marked by the sound of her footsteps hurrying down the outer hallway.
"The piano's already here?"
Hope's head swung back toward the main doorway on the other side of the room where Marcella stood framed in the light from the foyer.
"I heard you playing from upstairs," she said as she entered the room and walked toward Hope. "Was someone singing?"
RSVP
She had never been shocked into unconsciousness.
Until now.
Waking up was a multi-stage process…
First came the overall impression of pain.
Headache.
Muscle aches.
General fuzziness with pinpricks of sharp sensations in deep muscle groups.
Then the growing awareness of her arms stretched up above her head and…
She tried to lower them to her sides and failed.
…her wrists were enclosed in steel bracelets.
Handcuffs.
Attached to something.
She twisted her head to look up and back.
Nothing.
She started to panic and then remembered to open her eyes.
An iron cage…
…no…
…an old fashioned headboard.
She was lying on a bed.
Naked!
Under a sheet, it seemed, so she had some vestiges of modesty left to her, it seemed,
But for how long?
She was gagged! That couldn't be good…
She groaned as she tried to twist around to leverage some slack and saw the outline of her captor sitting in a chair just outside the edge of the candlelight. She couldn't see his face but his eyes glowed in the darkness like burning sapphires.
RSVP
She was such a little thing…
And she couldn't shoot green plasma like someone he could name. At least not until she got another pair of plasma projectors. And Dr. Drakken was NOT going to be a part of that project, thank you very much!
Nevertheless, Kim Possible was very scary right now!
Chalk it up to the fact that she knew sixteen styles of kung-fu, had always defeated Shego, and destroyed all of his best laid plans.
Add to it that she had not only survived the explosion that had killed his mother but she had come out of it with powers that had been stored in the staff of that twit Aviarius.
And she was now EVIL, thanks to that vaporized Attitudinator going off next to The Jackal's Amulet of Anubis.
On top of everything else, that moodulator chip embedded in her forehead was set to Really Pissed Off!
And, finally, she had jammed his soldiering iron up his nose and currently had her thumb twitching on the on/off switch!
"You need to understand how I am so NOT in the mood to hear the word Can't right now," the former cheerleader hissed up at him.
"Now, Kimberly…" Dr. Drakken said carefully, having unpleasant flashes of Jack Nicholson in Chinatown flit through his fevered brain. "…it's not that I'm not willing. My mo—Mastermind only had the one Attitudinator and now it's vaporware at its most literal."
"And you're telling me that you can't build me another?" she growled.
"I don't have the parts," he moaned. The odor of singed nose hairs were filtering through the occupied nostril. "Get me another and I'll fix it however you want!"
"And where do you suggest I look for one?" she hissed, jamming the warming probe a little higher.
"Jack Hench had another!"
"The Henchco website says they're out of stock!"
'There was one left! He told her it would cost her two million dollars!"
"Oh." She withdrew the smoking implement. "Alright then. We'll pay Mr. Hench a visit." She turned away.
"We?" the blue-hued scientist asked as he slumped back down onto a stool and gently touched his battered nose.
"Not you," the former redhead said contemptuously as she exited the lab, "I need someone with…people skills…" She closed the door to the workshop and relocked it behind her.
RSVP
A familiar voice spoke from the shadows: "My apologies for the seeming inhospitality…" The dim figure leaned forward bringing freckled features into the range of the candlelight. "…but you must know by now how dangerous this realm is."
She thought about the creatures out there in the darkening streets—how she had been repeatedly attacked and how dead she would have been without her special powers to repel them. She nodded slowly.
"Good," he said. "Then you can understand how important it is to be quiet—to not advertise our presence or location. I apologize but it was necessary to cover your mouth when I approached you. And then, while you were unconscious, I went out to get you some clothing. I couldn't have you running off or endangering yourself while I was gone, so…" He shrugged. "I'll take the cuffs and the tape off, now. You can stay awhile or leave immediately. All I ask is that you make calm, rational decisions—quiet decisions—okay?'
After a pause, she nodded again.
He stood and walked to the bed. She tensed a little as he leaned over her.
In her mind, images of a different scenario rose from the dark depths of her imagination. Images of the blanket being flung aside. Of her continued captivity as he pressed down upon her. Her helplessness as he took—
And then the cuffs were unlocked and he was returning to his chair. The blanket remained in place, still maintaining her modesty.
"I'll let you take the tape off, yourself," he said. "Probably less discomfort that way."
She lowered her hands and slowly peeled off the tape. "Where am I?" she asked hoarsely.
"Don't you know?"
She shook her head.
"You're inside the latest online, virtual world, incarnation of the biggest, baddest, bondiggitiest RPG ever created: Zombie Mayhem. Didn't you read the instructions at the beginning of the game?"
"Non," Electronique answered. "I projected my consciousness into ze power grid to try to contact you. When I senzed your signature, I came to you. And found myself in zis nightmare!" She shivered.
"Ah," he observed. "That would explain your lack of clothes, not to mention gear and weapons." He reached down. "Speaking of which, I found some things for you to wear—at least until the sun comes up and I can break into a clothing store." He tossed her a pair of old shorts and a man's dress shirt. "I've got some rope that I can cut to length for a makeshift belt until then." He placed the clothing on the nightstand beside the bed. "I'll get you a glass of water. Holler when you're decent and I'll come back out." He got up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
RSVP
The former extreme sports star sat on her bunk and looked up at her captor through the bars of her cell.
"Want out?" Kim asked in a neutral voice.
"What do you think?" Adrena Lynn said in a much less neutral tone.
"You worked for Drewbie's mommy," Kim said, hardening her stance. "Think you can work for me?"
"Depends. What's in it for me?"
"Duh, freedom. And a share of the spoils."
"Spoils? What are you planning? Some sort of criminal enterprise?"
Her dark tresses swung softly as she shook her head. "Of course not. That would be petty. I'm not into petty…."
"Yeah, I figur—"
"I'm going to rule the world," Kim finished with a beneficent smile.
RSVP
Elle cleared her throat and called softly: "I'm ready. You can come out…Ron."
The bathroom door opened and he emerged carrying the promised glass of water. He was just a couple of feet away before he stopped and took in the tableau.
The candle on the nightstand cast an uncertain light over the scene. As uncertain as the expression on the face of the blue-grey girl standing before him.
The covers on the rumpled bed had been straightened and carefully folded back. The makeshift wardrobe he had left her was refolded and stacked on the chair.
She was a nude statue, done in veined chalcanthite, still as stone save for a little trembling in her thighs.
Her mind raced in contrast to her deathly still pose: her arms at her sides, one foot just a little ahead of the other. He'ssobeautifullikeagodandI'mso…
The memories—so long held at bay—came rushing back in. She had not been pretty before The Accident. The changes had made her even less so. Common men would turn away in her presence. If bargain basement male escorts would not take her calls, how could she hope to interest a man who could have whoever he wanted?
This was a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake!
She had lost all perspective when she realized that her sister-in-hue with her scary plasma powers hadn't repulsed him. That he was fearless in her mutant presence had given her irrational hope.
But Shego was still beautiful—despite her scary factors. While she—
He dropped the glass of water.
Of course: the look of shock on his face confirmed her fears as the tumbler bounced harmlessly on the rug. A little of the water splashed on her foot and her skin sparked, underlining her freakish aspect.
Then he dropped to his knees, bringing him down right in front of her.
Perfect. Just perfect. It must be like looking upon the face of the Gorgon, she thought. He's probably going into shock…
But the shock that followed was for Elle.
Ron Stoppable, kneeling before her, reached out and wrapped his arms around her, encircling her thighs.
"My god," he whispered, "you're beautiful!"
And he pressed his face to her belly with a sigh.
RSVP
After spending some time reviewing the audio/video feeds from the sensors that she had discretely hidden around the warehouse, Captain Shaula Lesath noticed that there were unusual readings in the electromagnetic spectrum as well.
The Uptopian agent isolated the emanations and ran them through a series of spectographic filters for analysis. The only thing that the computer was able to tell her was that the waveforms suggested bio-electric patterns and that they were similar—but not identical—to the readings extracted from the Lowardian probe.
That data—regarding her target's overthrow of the Lowardian Invasion—was what had launched her mission in the first place. A mission to determine whether or not this single Earth-man had the power to destroy an alien attack force. Whether such power resided only in him or within each individual of the hu-man race. And, most importantly, did this power pose a threat to her own people.
Unfortunately, the computer was unable to draw the answers to these questions from the data at hand.
She was able to isolate the signal to the area of the warehouse where Ron Stoppable was presently located. However, he appeared to be unconscious and she was unable to zero in on a specific point of origin.
That left her with two options. The first was to return in person with handheld equipment and do an up-close sweep and scan of all potential sources in the area. Doing so, without blowing her cover, could prove to be extremely problematical.
She opted for her second choice, first.
She entered a series of commands into a new program. A panel opened in the ceiling and a silver skullcap, covered with complex circuitry, lowered down on an umbilical cord of complex circuitry until she could place it over her head. Another set of controls on the armrest lowered her chair back until she was half reclining.
A final switch was thrown and her eyes fluttered shut.
ABOUT THE TITLE: "The Blues" could mean the music Hope was playing…or the emotions of some of the characters…or the skin colors of Dr. Drakken, Electronique, and the Uptopian.
Author/Notes:
Back in 2012 I posted:"We're a week away from the one-year anniversary of the posting of the first chapter in the RSVP Saga. Since there are no suggestions from the readership, I think I'll celebrate by killing off a significant character! (Hey, it makes the future plotting a little simpler for me.) Decisions, decisions… Maybe I should put Dr. Anne Possible out of her misery—it could be construed as a kindness. Or maybe Shego since she seems destined to come out of this with a broken heart. Mankey? Naw, he's a reader favorite. Besides, he's gonna marry Dark Kim and sire the ultimate evil: Darth Possible! (Man, I have really got to stop drinking while I'm writing…)"
The results were mixed: I got more reviews but Sentinel103 (doubtless in Dark Mode from his plotting on "The Hunter") got all Mastermindy with ideas for a multi-character bloodbath. At the time I thought he was going off the deep end but now I wish I had taken his advice: it would have made what's to come so much simpler…
REVIEWS FOR CHAPTER 11
masterbow 3/17/12 . chapter 11
oh would who look at that zorpox turns it into a quintuple now thats not something you see very day. at this point his there any comperition for the z man the only person still on the list is ron stoppable and we all there is no love loss between the two
"Quintuple"? Zorpox laughs at your puny attempts to contain his blue awesomeness! Er…while we all know that Zorpy is a bad, bad, boy, Ron has some other alternate personalities in play, as well. Only time will tell as to which (or how many) is to blame for some of the "distractions" being offered. R~13
Pavelius3/17/12 . chapter 11
Hmmm.. i wonder who was singing with Hope... i guess it was Yori or her projection (mystical monkey mojo-thingy)...*holds up his "Yori will be back!" shield*...
Ermm... anyway... now Electronique is in Zombie Mayhem too... Zita is still there, isnt she? Zorpox/Ron gets some action with the ladies... i counted 4 till now...
And Kim is going on rampage... at least we will see some action now...
Keep it up
Pavel
Uh, nope. I will confirm that it wasn't Yori doing the American Idol with Hope. A clue to who was singing from the shadows is there if you can find it and apply it to the characters that we know. R~13
Jimmy12013/17/12 . chapter 11
A Kim scorned, with the moodulator set to Pissed Off, and getting ready for action is a scary thing indeed. And, after all, Ron didn't come looking for her. Her taking over the world seems positive, that implies to me that there will be a world left when she is done...
Let's just say that while Kim is probably more competent and dangerous than the likes of Drakken and Dementor, her goals and motivations may prove to be vastly different. It should be interesting. But Ron should really, really be afraid. Really. R~13
Sentinel103 3/17/12 . chapter 11
I think you have it wrong it should be Darth Kim...Now who should we...errr you start erasing...Anne, nah nobody kills off Anne 'cept maybe Charley Gray. Hummmmm nothing like offing oh Rita Vornes...who is Rita (mannn don't you keep up on anything...she's the cafeteria lady!) Lemme see who's next (oh yeah Hope AND Marcella...OK OK Darth Kim rigs the grand piano and and oh yeah it takes out Joss too) Man Rippy we are starting to get this down to a manageable level now.
So Darth Kim...man she needs to stop talking to herself, she reminds me of Doctor D (And I still don't buy Moma Lipsky has gone off to the great villain's castle in the sky...she's just too much fun...I mean I would have offed her in a rememberable way, well for everyone else that is.).
Hummm if Ron found Elle how come Zita isn't there? Dang, the zombies got her didn't they. Cross off another one...I wonder if her brains oozed when one of them bit into her?
There you go Rippy some nice ideas have fun.
Larry (Sentinel 103)
I'll take your first plea for clemency under advisement but I gotta say: if just threatening to off the beautiful and bodacious Anne Possible can get me 5 reader responses within the first ninety minutes, can you imagine what the actual follow-through might unleash? Given the amount of fan fiction devoted to the other Middleton cheerleaders (minus Kim & Bonnie) I doubt if I'd get much more than a yawn out of the lurkers if I offed any of them. As for Mama Lipsky, I really did kill her off but now I think I'll have to bring her back, just for you. And Zita? She's fine for now: "Ron" is still with her… R~13
A very odd fellow3/17/12 . chapter 11
Excellent re-introduction of Elle. As for an anniversary event for RSVP, I think re-introduction of Yori would be a better gift than killing off a character. Of course, I am generally of the 'more is better' school of thought when it comes to characters and plot lines, so others may disagree. If you do decide to kill off a character, I vote against Shego, as she remains my favorite and a story without her just isn't nearly as much fun. Kim on the other hand...well, let's just say I wouldn't complain ;)
Aw man, I've already figured out how to finish off Shego. Kim will knock her off a roof and she'll fall into an electrical tower—that just about ought to do it. Right? Wait…what? It's been done before? Well…never mind. But you're right, I do hope to bring someone back—someone I don't think anybody really expects…he he! R~13
CajunBear73 3/18/12 . chapter 11
Kim's still battling with the 'perceptions' she picked up along the way, huh? Nothing like flying off the handle while under the influence of so many devices and amulets while her mood was set to 'misunderstood' about Ronnie.
Oy. I think marriage counseling could do the trick, after Armageddon's dust has settled.
The ladies are still in Zorpox's play land with no sign of him letting up. But maybe Electronique will get the acceptance she's craved.
And the overall plot to infiltrate the event Killigan's at may have another hottie chasing after Ron...
Oy.
CB73
I'm not sure that AngryKim is going to be as big a threat as the Zorpoxed Troops—especially after—well, I don't want to get ahead of myself. R~13
Some Dude 9/3/13 . chapter 11
so you're telling me that Ron's others sub personalities are out too,not just Zorpox?
Maybe. Or maybe Zorpox can just multi-task while he's inside a virtual or electronic (or dream-state) environment. R~13
loganhunter2 chapter 11 . 7/14/14
No no no don't you dare kill shego ...kill the damn cheering squad if you have too , he'll kill joss ...just as long as shego and Betty live to be with ron
Gee, L.H., don't beat around the bush; just tell me who you really want! LOL R~13
loganhunter2 chapter 10 . 8/22/14
No cabron kill the everybody but shego ...she's been there for him since yori died. .. (flips a table and kicks a puppy) shego is one of the only characters with an actual development same with bonny ...the entire cheer squad is just there taking up words. ... (pushes an old lady down some stairs) I get you want drama and crap but her relationship with ron is the only reason o read this story. ...twice. ... (starts kicking babies in a rage of epic proportions) think about ron , kim , shego, Betty, Bonnie, are the only character that have grown a little since the story started. ... (grabs a bat and walks in on a China store ( ( you know the crystal ones)) and goes crazy in it)...i had go to the previous chapter to post this. ...lazy ass fanfiction. Net
Well, LH, I did move a copy of your review back here to the end of Chapter 11 where you were apparently reacting to my threat to kill off Shego or Anne or somebody just to get more reader response. But your flipping a table, kicking a puppy, pushing an old lady down some stairs, kicking babies, and going medieval on a whole store full of fine china and crystal has upset me: I really liked that table! And I pulled a muscle in my back trying to turn it back over! Sooooo...I get the love for Shego and not so much for the cheerleader heard. Bonnie, too, who will show more layers in the coming chapters. But what about Tara? Surely the Angelfood Cake Girl should be on the list: she was the first to really crush on him back when even Kim treated him like an embarassment? And why is Betty on your list? (I know why "Patch" is on my list but why is she on yours?) Hmmmm: a KP FanFiction where Ron is in a three-way relationship with Shego and Betty...I don't think that that's been done before...
And Kim? Woooo...I don't know that Kim will let anyone else near her Ronnie, whether her plans are to kiss him or to kill him. Or maybe both.
Well, Shego and Betty (and Bonnie) live...for now. More character deaths will come. And one that has already "taken place" will be undone.
There will be more drama and crap. The question is: will there be more drama?
Or more crap?
R~13
the Desert Fox chapter 11 . 8/23/14
Another interesting chapter. Wait, wait, changed my mind. I decided to go with Heather May, Ashley Hammond and Wendy Clarkson. Here's a few more: Adrena Lynn - Adrianna Johnson and Elle- Ellenore Viviani, Yori Tsuburaya and Shego- Susan Tufano.
Keep up the good work.
Hmmmmm...I'd be curious to know more about your original choices as well as your re-thought suggestions this time around. I doubt that anything is truly "random" with you, Foxy. R~13