Chapter 9
Checkmate
The group made it out of the house, the killer hot on their heels. Kim watched, as Ron, Brick, Josh, and Alan Platt turned to face it,
"You girls, get to the car, we'll be along in a minute." Brick said,
"Ron, you're hurt, c'mon." Bonnie said, grabbing Ron by the upper arm, attempting to move him, no dice,
"You heard Brick, Bonnie, get to the car, we need to buy you some time to get that beast of mine started." Ron said,
"Ron, don't do this," Bonnie pleaded, "you got nothing to prove to anyone here, we already know that you're good in a fight, but right now, you need to think of your health."
"I'm not out to prove anything, Bonnie." Ron said,
"Let it drop, Bonnie." Josh finished,
"Josh, he just had a huge sword rammed through his hip, now you tell me?" Tara said, now butting in on the conversation,
"This arguing ain't helping matters, here." Alan Platt said, now catching the group's attention,
"C'mon, you three," Kim said, pushing Bonnie, Tara, and Monique to the car, "let's just do as they ask."
"Kim, why did you do that," Bonnie said, after they were out of the boy's hearing range, "they're gonna get themselves killed, and you know it, and Ron is supposed to be your boyfriend, and he's injured, you're just letting him do this?!"
"I don't have much of a choice, Bonnie," Kim said, looking at the tanned beauty, and frowning, it was apparent that Kim was about to cry, her eyes were shining with uncried tears.
"I'm sorry," Bonnie said, looking at Kim, "I forgot, he's not just your boyfriend, is he?"
"No," Kim replied, "he's my best friend, too."
"All the more reason to go back after him." Tara interjected,
"That's why we're not leaving without them." Kim said,
"What about your promise to Ron?" Monique asked,
"I figured he only meant that if he were dead." Kim replied,
"Then, lets get in, and wait for them at the back door." Bonnie said, opening the passenger's door, and pushing Monique, and Tara into the back seats, before getting in herself.
Kim sat down in the driver's seat, placed the key in the ignition, and turned it, within seconds, the gigantic Oldsmobile rocket engine roared to life,
"Gun it, K." Bonnie said,
"Going." Kim replied, and with a screeching of tires, they pointed the car to the rear door.
They didn't have to wait long for the boys to come out of the house, and from the looks of it, they were carrying one of their number. As they got closer, they realized that Josh was slung over Brick's shoulders, and Brick's right arm stuck out at a weird angle.
"What happened?" Bonnie asked, looking at Josh and Brick,
"Sneak attack," Alan Platt said, "the motherfucker Pearl Harbored us."
"Yeah," Ron said, he was now bleeding from somewhere under the scalp, "he got us good."
"He came out of a wall on the first floor, right behind us," Brick related, "broke my arm, and I think Josh got a concussion out of it."
"Why are you bleeding from the head, Ron?" Kim asked,
"Got hit by a piece of flying debris," Ron said, "but that's not important, the asshole's still alive."
The boys were helped into the back seat by Bonnie and Tara. Ron was the last to get in. As soon as the door was closed, a light came on through a second floor window, and the ghastly figure of the killer could be seen.
"What's he doing?" Bonnie asked,
"No clue, but I'm not sticking around to find out." Kim said, grabbing the car's gear selector, and preparing to put the car in gear, that's when a loud bang was heard inside of the car. The killer had jumped from the window, on top of the car,
"I'm punching this asshole's ticket." Kim said, placing the car in gear, and stomping on the accelerator.
The car took off in a screeching of tires, and a pall of acrid smoke, Kim had wheeled the heavy car toward the front gate,
"K, that gate's solid steel, we're gonna get killed." Bonnie said,
"And so will he." Kim said, pointing a finger to the roof of the car, where the killer was now pounding on the roof, attempting to get at the teenagers inside.
Kim pushed down on the accelerator with everything she had, the car had now hit its top speed of 140 miles per hour, and wasn't slowing down.
It happened in an instant, the car hit the gate with an ear shattering noise of metal on metal, a loud screaming from the roof of the car had told them that the killer had been impaled on the spiked ridge of the gate, but they were unable to go any further, the gate prevented them from moving off the manor grounds.
Kim had anticipated the move she was about to make, and had reached for her seat belt, buckling herself in just before she rammed the gate, she felt her left arm give way at the moment of impact.
"OW!" she said, now looking at her arm, there was a jagged piece of steel sticking out of it, just above the elbow, "Oh, great."
But that was the least of their worries, from outside of the car, noises could be heard. Apparently, the killer was still alive, so Kim took matters into her own hands. She reached around to where Ron was sitting, grabbed The Lotus Blade from him, and jumped out of the car,
"SAY GOODNIGHT ASSHOLE!" Kim said, jumping to the roof of the car, and pulling back the kitana.
With all of her strength, she pulled back the sword, and brought it down across the back of the killer's neck, his head came off cleanly, stopping his movements.
Steve Barkin was walking down the winding road to Ryerson Manor. Today, he was wearing a pair of blue shorts, and a blue rugby shirt,
'I wonder how big of a mess they left me to clean up this time?' he thought, his question was answered the moment he came within sight of the main gate.
Stoppable's car was sticking out of the gate, from all outward appearances, one of the students must've panicked, and got Ron's keys, attempting to ram the gate to get out, but that was nothing to what he was about to bear witness to.
Inside the car, he could see seven bodies, in the driver's seat, was Kim Possible, sitting next to her, Bonnie Rockwaller, in the back seat, was Tara King, Alan Platt, Brick Flagg, Josh Mankey, Monique, and Stoppable himself.
"POSSIBLE, EXPLANATION, NOW!" Mr. Barkin shouted, waking up everyone in the car.
Kim saw the principal of the school, and pointed up at the roof of the car, Barkin's eye traveled upward, and came to rest on a headless body, impaled on the spiked top of the gate,
"That looks like Tad Ryerson." Mr. Barkin said, looking at the head, which lay next to the car,
"Who?" Kim asked,
"Tad Ryerson," Barkin repeated, "Great Grandson of Roger Ryerson, and, from what I've heard, a complete loony, he escaped from the state mental health center a couple of weeks ago, noone thought he would find his way here."
"How did he get out?" Bonnie asked,
"Killed a couple of guards, and crashed through a second floor window." Barkin said,
"Well, thanks to him, ten students are dead." Brick said, waking up, the pain in his broken right arm intensifying,
"What about the rest?" Barkin asked, pointing at the back seat,
"Well, Bonnie, Tara, and Monique are alright," Kim said, "I got a piece of steel in my left arm, Josh has a concussion, Ron was skewered through the hip, Brick has a broken arm, and Alan has a broken leg from the impact."
"I'll get ambulances, and the County Coroner out here." Barkin said, reaching into a pocket of his shorts, and pulling out a cell phone.