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OK, now Drakk & Amy are dead. Let's see what develops. This chapter may have extreme lemony-ness in it, we'll just have to see what I feel like writing now won't we?
Kim was starting to get scared, which was unlike her. Just yesterday Barkin had discovered a boy named Leroy Simmons dead in the kitchen, a knife sticking out of his throat.
Ron on the other hand, was terrified. He was always thinking about death. And when he wasn't, he was asleep. And then he had nightmares. He'd taken to sharing Kim's side of the bed for comfort, and scooting back to his own side before she woke up. Little brought him comfort these days, when he really needed it.
Even Kim, in her petrified state, noticed the change in her usually upbeat sidekick. She wondered how this was all going to end. Things looked pretty bleak, with three students dead and their only adult chaperone, Mr. Barkin, just as terrified as the students if not more.
Nobody knew what to do now. It seemed like they were all going to die, and spirits had never been lower in the Middleton High students. Bonnie had started picking on losers even more ferociously to calm her own nerves, and it wasn't working. She was more down than usual.
Bonnie strode down the hallway, thinking. Why was she such a bitch? She knew she was. And she actually felt bad that she picked on Ron Stoppable so much. He wasn't so bad. She just needed to pick on someone to make herself feel better about herself. She didn't know why. Maybe it was her childhood.
Yes, that was probably it.
She remembered. Her stepfather had abused her and her mother until he was finally arrested for breaking her arm when she was fourteen, two years ago. And her mother and real father had gotten married again, and life became happy. Yet at night Bonnie was haunted by memories of her stepfather.
How he'd beaten her, neglected her, starved her, and even thrown her out of the streets once. He'd called her a little slut, a crackwhore, and all the other insults. He'd seriously believed she was a slut, and a druggie. Bonnie was a virgin, and she'd never touched drugs, though her older brother, Ryan, had smoked pot. Bonnie wasn't all that bad of a person, except for the fact that she picked on people. Especially Ron. He was actually kind of cute.
No.
She had to hate everyone. That was the reason she had no friends.
Because she had to be cold to everyone so that they could feel the pain she'd felt when she was younger. Her stepfather had never been forgiven by Bonnie, even though he was dead now. He'd been shot in prison by another drug dealer.
She shuddered. No one would ever know how she felt. And she was afraid of the whole killing thing. It was scaring her, and she hoped she was going to live. She didn't want to die. Now. She hadn't done all the things she wanted to do in life. She'd never found anyone who would truly love her. And she wondered if she really ever would.
Bonnie walked to her room that she was sharing with Tara. Tara was already in bed. It was only six pm, and Tara was asleep. Bonnie shook her head. Tara was never going to survive. She was too much of a heavy sleeper. Bonnie would wake up at the slightest noise. And she could stay up for nights on end without getting very tired. Exactly the qualities needed to survive on this island.
And she didn't think anyone else had them.
In Kim & Ron's room, Ron was sitting on the bed, worrying. He just knew he was going to die. There wasn't any hope left. He sat there, trying to calm himself down. He was going to die.
Kim was in the shower in the next room, humming a song and trying to keep herself from slipping over the edge. She had to keep control. She couldn't lose her head. She was Kim Possible.
She got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a terrycloth bathrobe. She went out into the bedroom and was going to get dressed, but Ron was there. He stood up, walked over to her, and looked her straight in the eye.
"We're both going to die! You know it! Tell me the truth woman!" Ron screamed.
"For heaven sake Ron knock off the screamin!" Kim said.
"That's easy for you to say. You're not just a goofy sidekick!" Ron said.
"Neither are you," Kim said.
"What?" Ron asked.
"You're other things too," Kim said. And she pulled him to her and kissed his lips passionately. Ron wasn't sure why, but he didn't pull away. He kissed her back. He put his arms around her. The two kept kissing, and Kim's legs felt like jelly. They stumbled backwards onto the bed.
More soon, gets kinds lemony in the next chapter!
~Moonchild
OK, now Drakk & Amy are dead. Let's see what develops. This chapter may have extreme lemony-ness in it, we'll just have to see what I feel like writing now won't we?
Kim was starting to get scared, which was unlike her. Just yesterday Barkin had discovered a boy named Leroy Simmons dead in the kitchen, a knife sticking out of his throat.
Ron on the other hand, was terrified. He was always thinking about death. And when he wasn't, he was asleep. And then he had nightmares. He'd taken to sharing Kim's side of the bed for comfort, and scooting back to his own side before she woke up. Little brought him comfort these days, when he really needed it.
Even Kim, in her petrified state, noticed the change in her usually upbeat sidekick. She wondered how this was all going to end. Things looked pretty bleak, with three students dead and their only adult chaperone, Mr. Barkin, just as terrified as the students if not more.
Nobody knew what to do now. It seemed like they were all going to die, and spirits had never been lower in the Middleton High students. Bonnie had started picking on losers even more ferociously to calm her own nerves, and it wasn't working. She was more down than usual.
Bonnie strode down the hallway, thinking. Why was she such a bitch? She knew she was. And she actually felt bad that she picked on Ron Stoppable so much. He wasn't so bad. She just needed to pick on someone to make herself feel better about herself. She didn't know why. Maybe it was her childhood.
Yes, that was probably it.
She remembered. Her stepfather had abused her and her mother until he was finally arrested for breaking her arm when she was fourteen, two years ago. And her mother and real father had gotten married again, and life became happy. Yet at night Bonnie was haunted by memories of her stepfather.
How he'd beaten her, neglected her, starved her, and even thrown her out of the streets once. He'd called her a little slut, a crackwhore, and all the other insults. He'd seriously believed she was a slut, and a druggie. Bonnie was a virgin, and she'd never touched drugs, though her older brother, Ryan, had smoked pot. Bonnie wasn't all that bad of a person, except for the fact that she picked on people. Especially Ron. He was actually kind of cute.
No.
She had to hate everyone. That was the reason she had no friends.
Because she had to be cold to everyone so that they could feel the pain she'd felt when she was younger. Her stepfather had never been forgiven by Bonnie, even though he was dead now. He'd been shot in prison by another drug dealer.
She shuddered. No one would ever know how she felt. And she was afraid of the whole killing thing. It was scaring her, and she hoped she was going to live. She didn't want to die. Now. She hadn't done all the things she wanted to do in life. She'd never found anyone who would truly love her. And she wondered if she really ever would.
Bonnie walked to her room that she was sharing with Tara. Tara was already in bed. It was only six pm, and Tara was asleep. Bonnie shook her head. Tara was never going to survive. She was too much of a heavy sleeper. Bonnie would wake up at the slightest noise. And she could stay up for nights on end without getting very tired. Exactly the qualities needed to survive on this island.
And she didn't think anyone else had them.
In Kim & Ron's room, Ron was sitting on the bed, worrying. He just knew he was going to die. There wasn't any hope left. He sat there, trying to calm himself down. He was going to die.
Kim was in the shower in the next room, humming a song and trying to keep herself from slipping over the edge. She had to keep control. She couldn't lose her head. She was Kim Possible.
She got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a terrycloth bathrobe. She went out into the bedroom and was going to get dressed, but Ron was there. He stood up, walked over to her, and looked her straight in the eye.
"We're both going to die! You know it! Tell me the truth woman!" Ron screamed.
"For heaven sake Ron knock off the screamin!" Kim said.
"That's easy for you to say. You're not just a goofy sidekick!" Ron said.
"Neither are you," Kim said.
"What?" Ron asked.
"You're other things too," Kim said. And she pulled him to her and kissed his lips passionately. Ron wasn't sure why, but he didn't pull away. He kissed her back. He put his arms around her. The two kept kissing, and Kim's legs felt like jelly. They stumbled backwards onto the bed.
More soon, gets kinds lemony in the next chapter!
~Moonchild