The Stalker

Chapter 2: Being made fun of is never easy to bear.

He sat up in his bed, looking out the small hole he called a window at the rotting sons of a bitches walking in the trailer park. They disgusted him. Going through life with out a care in the world. Living each day with such deliriousness, that Drakken and all the other villains he had heard Kim talk about were right to want domination. He had once seen the news showing Kim Possible as she was fighting a woman with green skin, A skin tight jump suit that looked very sexy on her. Kim had defeated her. He wanted the green and black dressed vixen to win, but Kim Possible strikes again as the hero. Leaving the villains to look like complete dumb asses.
He gets out of bed, goes to a room too small to be called a bathroom and takes a leak. Once he gets out, he sees his mom still on the couch sleeping like a little baby. He looked at her lay there. This ugly woman who had brought him into this filthy, dirty, disgusting, little excuse for a planet. He hated her for it, hated her with such intensity, that he would surely explode if he hadn't of found refugee in drawing. Even that wasn't enough for him. He needed love, the love his mother never gave him. She had always said that he was a waste, a low life, a scum bag that ruined her life. She treated him like a dog, feeding him dog food in a bowl, some times chaining him like a dog on all fours, barking like a dog, naked as a dog. She would laugh at the humiliation he felt. She laughed her ugly ass off.
He wanted to take a knife, take a knife and cut-cut her into little bites of meat and feed her to the trash eating scum bags out side. Instead he looked in cabinets for anything to eat. There was nothing but an empty box of cereal, a half eaten donut in the corner that a vicious rat was mumbling on. The rat took one look at him, hissed, them carried it's breakfast away. There was also a box of Oreos. Only these ones were white with chocolate in the middle. He takes it out, looks in side and sees two cockroaches eating the Oreos like they were people. He put the box back. Nothing to eat. He thought. He looked once again at his mother laying on the couch. He went into his room and changed into his clothes, which consisted of a ripped shirt with the words: "I am a stupid, Gay, Faggot, kick my ass, please." On it. His mother's idea of a joke. That was the only shirt he had. His pants wasn't better off either.
Puke was on both sides of the pants. His knees covered pants were ripped beyond repair. He picked his school bag up, which was nothing more then a plastic bag with books inside. Heading out the door he looked back at his mother, his useless, disgusting mother. He goes out the door, walks out side the park passing by people eating dirt from the ground. Heads off to school where his obsession was, his soon to be girl friend.

...

Kim woke up in her wonderfully decorated room. She got out of bed with her hair all messed up. She goes to the bathroom and freshens up. She comes out with a towel around her self, a towel around her wet hair also. After she gets all dressed, she takes her book bag and goes down stairs. In the kitchen, her family was there, her father was reading the paper, her mother was making breakfast while the tweebs were flinging stuff at each other.

"Good Morning, Kimmie." Kim's mom said as she set a plate of pancakes on the table.

Kim sits and looks at her brothers making a mess of the table. Kim looks disgusted by this.

"So, Kimmie," Her father started after a sip of his coffee. "How's the whole Drakken thing working out?"

"Eh, I still have to find his new lair." Kim took a bit of her pancakes. "He gets trickier and trickier every time. It's really hard to fight Shego some times."

Kim finishes eating her breakfast, picks up her book bag, and heads out the door. Ron is waiting for her there. They begin walking, suddenly Kim feels a little uneasy. She crosses her arms around her self as a cold shiver ran down her spine.

"I think some one is following us." Kim said to Ron who was walking idly, staring at the sky.

"Hmm, what did you say, KP?" Ron asked while looking into space.

As he watched between the bushes, he saw Kim Possible looking a little uneasy. He thought that she was onto him, but that couldn't be it. It had to be the cold, windy current of the day that caused her to feel uncomfortable. As they moved, he moved swiftly as a cat stalking it's prey. Careful not to focus any attention on him self. Once they reached Middleton High, there was nothing else he could do but go in the school and prepare for another miserable day at the hands of all those inferior primates who dare make fun of him.

Kim and Ron go into the school and to their lockers.

"I'm telling you, I felt someone watching us." Kim said as she was opening the locker.

"Uh, KP, I think you might be going a little insane." Ron said as he looked into his locker. Suddenly, a pie hits him in the face. He closes the locker door and looks very ticked off. Everyone around him starts laughing. He looks around. "that is not funny!!!"

"Hey, isn't that Ray?" Kim asked while Ron wiped the pie off his face. "Who?" asked Ron.

"Ray, that kid over there with the ripped jeans and the shirt that says: : 'I am a stupid, Gay, Faggot, kick my ass, please.'" Kim pointed to a blonde haired blue eyes boy. He was looking at her with an expression of hatred and disgust. "Hmmm, well, I certainly don't know him, he's lower on the social chain then I am." Ron told Kim. "it's really sad."

He stood there, looking at her. Feeling both love and hatred for her. No such words could be described to express what he feels. Suddenly, Mankey and his boys come up to him. They start to pushed him, took his stuff, and punch him in my stomach. He told them to stop, but they didn't, they just laughed and laughed till their sides hurt too much. He felt such hatred for these stupid apes, these weak and pathetic apes.

Kim watched Josh and his friends make fun of Ray, this pissed her off. She goes over to Josh and taps him on the shoulder. "Josh, what the heck are you doing?" Kim asked while crossing her arms and tapping her foot. Josh turned around and shrugs innocently. "Come on, we're just having a little fun, what's so bad about it?" "What's so bad about it is that you are making his life one hundred times worse then it already is. So, I'd advice you to stop." Kim looks the other way. "Come on, Kim, I'm just having a little fun." "Well, if you call this fun, then I'll just take the other 'fun' thing away from you." Josh looked scared and embarrassed. "Y-you can't mean that." Josh said in a panic. "I mean it." Josh walks away slouched. Kim looks as Josh leaves. She looks at Josh's minions. "And what the hell are you dumb asses looking at? Get the hell out of my site" Kim said while pointing in Josh's direction.

He stood there as he watched Kim Possible saved him from Josh and his minions. He saw Josh look bummed out do to the fact that Kim just said she's take away his "Fun". As if he didn't know what that meant. He was just glad that she stopped them from doing any more damage. As Josh and his minions left, he felt so much better, he felt a little...happy. She looks at him with those beautiful emerald green eyes.

"Ray, are you ok? Did they hurt you in any way?" she said as she wiped the dust off his shirt. "Ya, I'm ok. I guess. It wasn't really nice the way your boy friend made fun of me." "I'm so sorry about that, he can be a dick sometimes." She starts to leave. "Hey, wait Kim." Kim turns around. "Yes?" "thanks." He says with a smile. "No problem." She went back to where Ron was.

As she left, he felt a little better about everything. He still hated her and loved her at the same time. And that Ron had to go, he simply had to get rid of it. How ever, Josh would be first. Josh would be the very first victim in a long line of people that he would Kill. And with that thought in his mind, he went to class. People stared at him with disgust.

A/N: I hope you like this really messed up story. Soon my web site will be up and when that happens I'll have a lot of stuff. Next chapter is really a doxy