Disclaimer- You know the routine, I don't own KP or Mystic Knights of Tir Na Nog, if you do, don't sue me, I can't pay you

The second Kim got the call, Ron knew this was going to be bad, he couldn't explain it, but he knew this was going to end badly. Wade called telling them about 2 simultaneous hits to the web site, both in Japan, about 80 miles away from each other. One was at a robotics manufacturing company the other was a small town the site of a string of muggings. For Kim it was a no brainier where to go first, for Ron it was another matter, less than a mile away from the town was the school dedicated to teaching Tai Shing Pek Kwar, Monkey Kung Fu, the school that for a few brief moments of time had called him a student, and most of all the location of the Lotus Blade. He wanted to tell Kim that the town should have come first, but couldn't due to his vows of secrecy to the school. But he had managed to convince her to drop him off at the town, while she went ahead to the company.

Some how Ron wasn't surprised when his brief search of the town yielded nothing but towns people who had never heard of a string of muggings. It was part fear and part instinct that lead him to the school, but he knew something was wrong, the once comforting feeling he felt during the climb up the mountain was gone, replaced by foreboding, despite nothing had physically changed save a bit of natural plant growth. When he approached the door to the school it was wide open, but vacant of guards, and he feared what he would see with in. The stench of death hit his nose long before the site, the teachers and students were strewn about in positions that left little doubt that they were dead, the wounds varied in type, but he knew what had happened.

"The fools thought they could stop me" Ron knew the voice behind him, he wasn't surprised to Monkey Fist and his ninjas there watching him, the Lotus Blade in his hands.

"Why," it was all he could think to ask.

"You know why Stoppable, I want the sword, and I want you, or more exactly the power you and your pet have. It's a shame you didn't bring Miss Possible with you, I would have enjoyed seeing her face after I was done with you. Now shall we get down to business." A flick of his foot launched a staff in Ron's direction, one which he easily caught, and readied him self for an assault.

He was not disappointed, Monkey Fist attacked with a skill Ron had never seen Fisk possess, a skill he knew was driven by the Lotus Blade. Every few seconds the Blade became a new weapon making it impossible for Ron to adapt to Fisk's assault, being constantly forced back, strictly on the defensive, which was what Fisk wanted.

When Fisk finally came close enough Rufus leapt from his masters pocket on to the assailant, hoping to buy his master a few moments of time, perhaps even retrieve the blade. But all thoughts of such an action faded quickly as the Mole rat was caught in mid air by Monkey Fist's foot-hand tossing him in to the air only to be meet by the edge of the now katana formed Lotus Blade. His body falling to the ground with 2 sickening thuds.

Ron had no time to morn his long time friend and companion, as Fisk continued his assault, but the shock of what he had seen slowed his reaction time. The lotus blade once again shifted form to that of a large battle ax the flat of the blade connecting with Ron throwing him back breaking his staff, before connecting with a pair of large double doors,. Those to gave way as Ron hit them, sending him down a flight of stairs into darkness before finally sliding on a hard stone floor for several more feet before stopping as his head connected with a wooden object.

"It's a shame I'm not filming this, I would have loved to keep that for posterity," followed immediately by Monkey Fist's trade mark laugh.

For all the damage the fall had done, it had forced Ron's mind back on survival, images of his past in the school came back, this was a weapon store house, at least if the rumors were true. He pulled him self to his feet, hands running over anything that might be a weapon. But everything he touched had the feel of rust and wear, none capable of protecting him from the Lotus Blade, he doubted any would survive a first hit. But his instincts told him Fisk was descending the stairs, and time was a luxury was something he didn't have. His hand finally brushed the handle of a weapon that might be stand a hit from the blade. It was worn, rust could be felt, but it wasn't as brittle as the others had been. He ran his fingers up the hilt, tracing the out line of the weapon, feeing it arc up, then down, then up again, like a triangle, and back to the hilt. It didn't feel like one of the weapons he had been trained with at the school, but he would have to make do.

He heard the tell tale signs of breathing allowing him to avoid Monkey Fists first strike in the darkness, and his weapon managed to block the second. His luck however ran out on the third, as he was knocked to the ground as something swept his legs out from under him. Reflexively he brought his weapon to his chest, an act that did little good as Fisk plunged the weapon into Ron chest, the 2 weapons momentarily coming into contact with each other in the descent.

Fisk could feel him self grow stronger, just as his research had shown, the blade could draw the mystical monkey power from one person into another person, provided they to had the power. He had lost his chance with the Mole Rat, but now it was hardly a problem, soon no one would be able to stand against him. He could feel the last of the power drain from Stoppable's body, and pulled the sword free. He knew with out question Stoppable was dead, and walked casually up the stairs into the light, the once bright blade now black as a moonless midnight.

"Come my warriors, there is nothing else here for us," the monkey ninjas obeyed with out delay surrounding their master as left the school. The site of his greatest victory to date, and began planning his next move.

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Kim had long since stopped being aggravated. It had now been 4 hours since she and Ron had spilt up and he still hadn't reported in. She'd tried raising him on his Kimmunicator with no luck, he simply wasn't responding. She was grateful, not for the first time, that Wade had equipped Ron's Kimmunicator with a homing device. The rational part of her mind told her to be calm, Ron was barley a mile away from where she'd dropped him off, but the emotional side told her something was wrong. Nothing had been removed from the robotics plant, but someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make it appear so. While there was nothing to support it, she just felt like everything was connected, and it scared her.

The car stopped at the foot of a mountain, according to Wade, Ron's signal was coming from the top.

"Thanks for the lift Mister Drake"

"Not a problem Kim, if it wasn't for you I'd never have met my wife, call me any time."

The climb up the mountain was putting Kim on edge, she couldn't shake the feeling something was very wrong, a feeling that grew stronger with each step. A feeling that only got worse when the smell hit her. She'd been lucky, death was something she rarely saw, but she knew the smell, and it to grew stronger with every step. She knew what she was going to find before she saw the gates, but not even that prepared her for the for the sheer volume of carnage. She felt bile rise in her throat but forced it down, pulling out kimmunicator to look for Ron. As focused as she was in her hunt, she couldn't help but piece together information about this place. It was some kind a school for martial artists that much was clear from their clothing and weapons, and there had been a battle. But from what she could tell, they all seemed to be from the same side, if someone else was to blame, but if so where were their troops?

'what the hell were you doing up here Ron?'

The lights on the screen told her she was getting closer, and she steeled her self for what she might find as she followed the stair case down, pulling out a flash light to see as she went. The light beam hit Ron quickly, it was all Kim could do to not leap down to him. A quick visual scan told her he was wounded but nothing seemed to be critical. But she dreaded checking his pulse, but she knew she needed to do it before calling Wade.

She reached out towards him, but stopped noticing for the first time she was praying, something she'd been doing since she entered this realm of death. Taking a deep breath she forced her hand to his neck to seek a pulse. At first she could hear and feel nothing but the beating of her own pulse pounding away like a jake hammer, then slowly she felt the first beat against her fingers, followed by a second and a third, they were weak and far between but he was alive.

She pulled out her kimmunicator and flipped it on as the familiar face looked back at her.

"I need medical help, and I need it now, Ron's hurt, I have no clue how bad, but he needs help!" Fear and a hint of hysteria in her voice.

As long as Wade had been working with Kim he'd never seen her like this, not that he didn't understand. She and Ron were closer than most siblings, and hell if he was going to break them up. Fingers flashed across his keyboard, finding a life light team that could get to the mountain location and hoping there was time. It had only taken a few seconds, but Kim seemed to age a year as her looked back at the screen.

"Helps on the way, ETA is 6 minutes, you think he can hold out?"

"I'm not sure"

Wade kept her talking the whole time, he could tell she was on the verge of losing it, what ever she was seeing, he knew it was bad, and she needed to hold it together for Ron's sake.

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Kim hardly remembered the helicopter land, or the paramedics collecting Ron and herself, she had heard the phrase 'no other survivors', but everything between them finding her and the Doctor at the hospital telling her Ron was stable but unconscious was a blank. He didn't know why Ron was unconscious, or for that matter why they couldn't pry the strange piece of metal from his hand. Everything about Ron was simply a mystery.

She was able to go into his room and sit with him. She tried talking to him but found she had no words, so they both simply were there silent. For a brief moment Kim wondered if she should call Ron's parents, or her own, but dismissed the thought.

'When he wakes up, I'll call them, not before, this is my fault, I have to know what happened, I have to deal with it.'

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Ron wasn't sure where he was, it was dark and full of fog, and he could have sworn he had been fighting Monkey Fist.

"Am I dead" the words just slipped out, but the world around him seemed to respond, darkness gave way to light, tress appeared all around him, a river formed between his legs, the earth shook as a mountain came in to being, clouds forming at it's peak. Branches from the tree's fell at his feet and arranged them selves in a pyramid style arrangement before bursting it flames blinding him.

When his vision returned a man now sat across form him on the other side of the fire. He hair was gray, his beard reached down mid chest, and he had little doubt his hair reached the same length down his back. From what Ron could see he had on a white shirt with a brown vest over it. On top of that was a long red robe, with another black one on top of it, both reaching his feet. But his eyes were what truly brought Ron in, they were old, ancient, yet full of wisdom.

"I have been waiting a long time for this moment, sit, there is much we must discuss" His voice gentle, but authoritative.

Ron had no choice but to de as he was told.

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Author- Yeah that's it for ch.1, if you don't know Mystic Knights, don't worry about it, everything will be explained in time, and I don't plan on using that much of it in the grand scheme of things. Well you know the drill, read and review