Chapter 1
Ryerson Manor
At an old manor house overlooking the city of Middleton, a man stood waiting, his name, Steve Barkin, and at the moment, he was grumbling to himself about the younger generation,
"No concept of time whatsoever." he said to noone, his wait wasn't long.
Within a few minutes, a procession of headlights made their way up the steep hill to the old mansion, Ryerson Manor, once owned by the Ryerson family, now owned by Middleton High School,
'Finally, they made it, wonder how many are drunk this year?' he thought, as he unlocked the gate to the old house.
The first faces he saw, came out of the lead car, an old 1965 Oldsmobile, he recognized it immediately, it was owned by one of the more troublesome students, Ron Stoppable, and standing next to him, his girlfriend, Kim Possible, both of them had huge gym bags slung over their shoulders,
'Probably holding liquor of some kind in it.' he thought sourly.
A few seconds later, all of the cars were emptied, the last, a limousine carrying several members of the cheer squad, and a very drunk Bonnie Rockwaller,
"Listen up, people," Mr. Barkin said, starting this lecture off like any other, "tonight, you go through a rite of passage that every senior at Middleton High School has gone through at one point or another, some of the most well known citizens of the city have done this over the last 74 years, and tonight, you're no exception," Mr. Barkin took a breath, and plowed on,
"tonight, you spend the weekend at Ryerson Manor, site of one of the most grizzly mass murders in the city's 125 year history, and according to legend, haunted to the core." he watched, as several of the students shivered slightly, smiling inwardly, he said,
"Once this gate is locked, you will be in here for the remainder of the weekend, with no way out, and if you think you can get over the fence, think again, it's over thirty feet high, and topped with razor wire, the gate is solid steel, with a spiked ridge, and as for digging under the fence, I don't think so, there's twenty feet of reinforced concrete under the grassy surface, so noone can tunnel under the fence, or the gate, any questions?"
Mr. Barkin's eyes raked the crowd in front of him, and one hand was up,
"If you must, Stoppable." he said, looking over at Ron,
"What about running water, you know, for showers, and provisions, food, and stuff?" Ron asked.
Mr. Barkin had to admit, Ron had brought up a good point this time,
"There's plenty of provisions in the kitchen, located on the first floor, in the rear of the house, the electricity, and water are both running, and up to code, any other questions?" he asked, looking at the crowd again, when noone raised their hands, he continued,
"Very well, according to the rules, only one vehicle is allowed to be parked inside the gate, so , who owns their own vehicle?" his eyes stopped on Ron, who seemed to be the only one who drove his own car to the party tonight,
"You the only one, Stoppable?" Mr. Barkin asked, looking down at Ron,
"Looks like it." Ron said,
"Alright, you can park that Carolina Crusher of yours around back."
"Booyah!" Ron said, getting into his car, and pulling it through the gate and disappearing around back, before walking around to the front of the house.
"Alright, now that everyone's inside, I'm going to lock you all in, I'll be back, at 6:00 Sunday morning to unlock the gates, and let you all out, have a good weekend, people, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." he said, now standing outside the gate.
Ron and Kim watched, as Mr. Barkin pulled a length of welded link logging chain around the wrought steel supports of the gate, and locked it together with a heavy steel padlock.
"Well, looks like the fun is about to begin, K.P.," Ron said, "Care to join me in the festivities?" Kim smiled, and took Ron's arm,
"Why, of course." Kim said playfully, locking her arm around his, and leaning her head on Ron's shoulder. No sooner had they walked into the door, than they were approached by Brick Flagg, captain of the football team,
"Hey, Stoppable, did you bring it?" he asked,
"Bring what?" Kim asked, but without a word, Ron reached into his gym bag, pulled out a liter of Thunderbird, and handed it quickly over to the well built blonde,
"Thanks, man, you're a lifesaver." Brick said, heading back over to the group,
"One condition, Brick." Ron said, now catching the quarterback's attention,
"What's that?" he asked,
"Don't give any to Bonnie, she's already had too much as it is." Ron replied.
"You smuggled in a liter of Thunderbird?" Kim said, looking over at Ron,
"More than just that, K.P." Ron said,
"What else, c'mon, spill, Ron." Kim said,
"Oh, like I didn't notice the fifth of Crown Royal that you snuck into your bag." Ron said, now looking over at Kim, who's face started to tinge pink,
"Alright you got me," Kim said, "my dad bought it, said the best way to experience Ryerson Manor is while you're half lit, now, what about you?" Kim said, now turning her attention back to Ron,
"Maneshwietz." Ron said, pulling out a large square bottle, with a dark red label, around the neck of the bottle, was a blue band, with the Star of David emblazoned on it,
"I think that has something to do with your faith, am I right, Ron?" Kim asked, she knew that Ron was Jewish, and had gone to temple with him on a few occasions.
"Yep," Ron said, "it's ceremonial cherry wine." he was smiling at Kim,
"Not bad." Kim said, smiling with him, she had never drank this stuff before , and had no idea how it would taste.
"Whatcha got there, Stoppable?" Bonnie asked, now spotting the bottle in Ron's hand.
"I don't think you'd like it, Bonnie." Ron said, looking over at her, trying to hide the label, but Bonnie, even though she was drunk, was still too quick for him, she grabbed the bottle, and read the label.
"Maneshwietz, Jewish cherry wine, product of Israel, you, smuggling in liquor, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, Ron." Bonnie giggled, swaying, as though trying to right herself on a ship at sea, she then fell forward, and into Ron's arms,
"Uh, Bonnie, I don't think you should be walking until you get your sealegs." Ron said, pushing the very drunk Bonnie into a chair behind her, then walking over to Kim,
"I am not drunk." Bonnie said, getting halfway out of the chair, then falling back into it,
"You're right, Bonnie, you're not drunk." Kim said,
"Thank you." Bonnie said, regaining her usual manner,
"More like hammered." Ron finished, watching Bonnie go from her normal tanned skin tone, to bright red faster than a traffic light,
"Not what I was thinking, but it still works." Kim said, smiling at Ron, walking up to him, and lacing her hand into his,
"What were you thinking, K.P.?" Ron asked,
"More like trashed." Kim said,
"Ripped." Ron said, watching Bonnie go redder, and redder, as he and Kim went back, and forth, rattling off different words that meant drunk,
"Soused."
"Snotlockered."
"Tore up."
"Shitfaced."
"Three sheets to the wind."
"Thrashed."
"Shredded."
"Lit."
"Alright, I get the message." Bonnie said, now looking at the couple in front of her with a look that scorches,
"Well, after ten shots of straight Jim Beam, and three Long Island Iced Teas, what do you expect?" Ron said,
"He's right, Bonnie," Kim said, "that rotgut booze will burn a hole in your stomach."
"What about Mankey?" Bonnie said, trying to defend herself,
"We've been watching him too, I think Ron's got down what he's had." Kim said,
"Yep," Ron replied, "six shots of Jose Cuervo, and an Alabama Slamma, enough to put anyone in la-la land for a couple of months."
"Jose Cuervo?" Kim asked,
"Tequila, Kim, very strong tequila." Ron said, looking over at Josh, who had passed out on a sofa near the large picture window that took up one entire wall of the sitting room.
"So, you want to open yours first, Ron, or should I." Kim said,
"I will." Ron said, opening the bottle, and pulling out two wine glasses from his gym bag, he poured the dark red liquid into both glasses, and handed one to Kim,
"Don't gulp this, K.P.," Ron warned, "the taste is rather strong." Kim nodded, and took a small sip of the wine, she coughed slightly.
"It tastes like Ny-Quill." she said,
"I warned you." Ron said, now taking a larger sip of the beverage from his glass.
Kim decided to go ahead, and drink what she had left in her glass, before digging out the bourbon she had hidden in her bag, once she and Ron had finished their drinks, she reached into her gym bag, pulled out the large bottle of whiskey, and poured some into both her, and Ron's glasses, they began to sip the drink from their glasses, preparing to enjoy each other's company, that's when they noticed that Brick Flagg, and several of the other members of the football team were passing around something that looked like a cigarette, but when they got a whiff of the smoke, they both went running into the crowd, and pulled the cigarette from Brick's hand,
"Uh-uh," Kim said, "remember the rules, no drugs of any kind, except for health."
"What're you talking about, Possible?" Brick asked, attempting to play innocent, it didn't work,
"Like my nose doesn't work, Brick, marijuana, you gotta be kidding me, now cough up." Kim said, holding out her hand. Brick reluctantly handed the small bag of marijuana over to Kim, who walked over to the small sink in the foyer, and threw it all down the drain,
"'No drugs of any kind,' huh," Brick said, "what about the wine that Stoppable smuggled in?"
"There was nothing about alcohol," Ron said, "but there was something said about illegal drugs, 'no illegal drugs of any kind will be allowed,' or did it not get into that thick skull of yours."
Ron's face was bright red, a sure danger sign that he was about ready to vent his temper, Kim grabbed his arm, and pulled him out of the crowd,
"What'd you do that for, K.P.?" Ron asked,
"We don't want to start a scene, do we?" Kim asked,
"No." Ron said,
"Alright, amp down, Ron."
A couple of hours had passed, and everyone was beginning to feel drowsy,
"'Night, all." Tara said, and went to her room, which was located on the first floor, about halfway down the hall from where Kim and Ron would be sleeping,
"Yeah," piped up Zeta, "I'm calling it a night too." she walked to the stairs in the foyer, and up to the second floor, and everyone began filing out of the sitting room, and into the rest of the large house, leaving behind Kim, Ron, Monique, and Josh Mankey, who was still passed out on the sofa,
"Somebody want to help me wake him up?" Monique asked, grabbing one of Josh's arms.
Ron leaned over Josh, and got right up to his exposed left ear, then he said, in a loud, carrying voice,
"THAR SHE BLOWS!!! "
"Huh......Who......Wa..." Josh sputtered, jumping a foot into the air, and landing on his feet,
"Veeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrryyyy funny, Ron, it is to laugh." he said, now looking at the source of the disturbance,
"Well, next time, don't drink so much." Kim said, now looking at her former crush, and smiling. She had to admit, the way Ron had awakened Josh was rather original, she thought, even hilarious, she laughed out loud at this, and watched, as Monique, and Josh walked to the bedroom adjoining the master bedroom, Josh, holding his still ringing left ear.
In the small bedroom near the master bedroom, Josh Mankey, and Monique were taking bets,
"So, Rockwaller, and Flagg, what do you think?" Josh asked Monique,
"Oh yeah, Brick's so gonna get laid tonight." Monique said,
"Tara, and Alan Platt." Josh said, looking back at Monique,
"Are you kidding me, Platt won't get past first base." Monique replied,
"Any others on the list?" Josh asked,
"What about the dynamic duo next door?" Monique said,
"Almost forgot about them, twenty bucks says Stoppable gets laid tonight." Josh said, an evil grin crossing his face,
"How's that?" Monique asked, an eyebrow raised,
"Didn't you see the way Kim was looking at him?" Josh pointed out,
"Yeah, I did." Monique said, putting her ear to the wall that separated their room from the one that her two best friends were sleeping in,
"So, what's going on in there?" Josh asked,
"Sounds like a private party for two." Monique said, suddenly a soft moaning from the room next door could be heard through the paper-thin walls,
"Total score, you owe me twenty bucks, Monique." Josh said, a wide grin flashing across his face. They could hear Kim's pleading voice through the wall, egging Ron to go faster,
"Oh, man, I so don't want to hear this." Monique said, putting her hands over her ears,
"C'mon, cough up, girl." Josh said, his hand outstretched. Monique reached into the pocket of the cargo pants she was wearing and pulled out a $20 bill, she quickly handed it over to Josh,
"That's the last time I bet against you." Monique said,
"So, what about the sleeping arrangements?" Josh asked, trying to seem more playful,
"Mr. Mankey," Monique said, her voice all business, "you get the floor."
In the master bedroom, Kim was cuddled close to Ron, who lay on his back on the large four post bed in the room, Kim's head was laying on his shoulder, and from what little could be seen above the sheets, she was completely naked underneath,
"That was amazing, Ron." she said, kissing Ron on the lips, Ron softened under the kiss, and allowed himself to be swept away,
"Ron," Kim asked, her voice more playful snapping Ron back into reality, "want to do it again?"
"You are insatiable." Ron said, a smile on his lips, as he turned over in the bed, and prepared for another round of the best sex of his life.
In the very back of the house, a lone figure stood, looking up at the old manor, and smiling evilly, who is it, noone could tell, the shadows hid all of it's features, but there was something definitely evil about his presence.
He walked back to a rundown old building at the very rear of the grounds, and opened a small window, he proceeded to crawl through it, and a few seconds later, a flickering light could be seen inside of the small cottage, which was at one time, occupied by the Ryerson family caretaker. The man sat down onto what appeared to be a sofa, and looked up at the house, he watched, as the lights in the house went out, one at a time,
'Soon, real soon.' he thought.