Author's Note: Sorry this took so long, but here's the next chapter, please, do enjoy!






Part 2: As It Should Be

"Keep your eyes open, Rufus," Ron said as he moved forward in the small shrubs and bushes.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh. Open," Rufus said as he placed a paw above his eyes and scanned the trees and shrubs around them. They had been looking for quite some time now and yet neither Dr. Killingsworth nor Kim showed up anywhere.

"Do you think the doctor has got Kim, Rufus?" Ron asked as he began worrying. He didn't want her to get hurt.

"No, but I do have you, Ron Stoppable," a voice replied.

Ron froze at the very sound of the voice. It was like none other he had heard before. It was chilling to the bone. The person sounded calm and confident and Ron found himself fearing for his life. He didn't need to ask. He knew right away who it was. It was the insane doctor he had been looking for. He suddenly found himself wishing he had never gone off alone. He wished for Kim, but she wasn't there. Ron could feel Rufus ball up in his pocket. The naked mole rat was scared and Ron knew that Rufus felt the sent of evil and foreboding more than he did himself.

Slowly, Ron turned to meet the doctor. The man was tall and very slim. He wore a long white doctor's coat. His face was pale. It almost matched his coat. His eyes were cold and they seemed to gleam with the need for blood. A fire burned in them. A fire so cold it sent freezing stabs of shivers down Ron's spine. The doctor's eyes spoke of a blood lust greater than the need to live which Ron was suddenly feeling. A wave of fear washed over him as he watched the man approach him. Ron took a step back.

"You came here looking for me, did you not?" Dr. Killingsworth asked, his grin growling.

Ron hesitantly nodded. He didn't even think to ask the man how he knew his name.

"You've found me. Now what? Will you wait for Kim Possible to show up?"

Ron did not reply. He continued to step away from the man as he continued to approach him. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. The doctor stopped his advance and straightened his back as he pretended to strain to hear him. He put a hand to his ear a mock quizzical expression lit his face. Ron's back hit the bark of a tree as the doctor stood before him, his hand still held beside his ear.

"I'm sorry, Ron, I couldn't hear that. Please, say it again?" The man slowly turned to him. A viciously enjoyable smile was spread on his lips. He approached Ron as he put a hand in his pocket. Ron watched him in horror unsure of what it was he was taking out and then he saw it. A huge needle with a plastic cap. Ron tried to shake his head in protest. The doctor only smiled. "Now this won't hurt me at all so, please, don't worry."

"N-no," Ron stammered.

"Oh, come on," the doctor encouraged. "It'll be fun. I inject you with this and sit back and watch as the liquid slowly and painfully takes over. You know," he said suddenly looking as if he had just remembered something. He stopped. He looked at the needle as he took the plastic cover off and tossed it aside never once taking his eyes off the needle. He pushed the bottom slightly, enough to see some of the liquid shoot into the air. This made the doctor smile. Ron did nothing. He couldn't. He was frozen with fear and if he could move, where would he go. He'd get himself lost. More than he already was! He didn't seem to feel the little feet clinging to his leg as the mole rat climbed down. He hadn't noticed and neither did the doctor.

"This liquid," the doctor began once more, "I created it."

"Tell me something I don't know," Ron said, his fear subsiding for a while, not even noticing that he had said anything. As he realized he had spoken, the doctor grinned. Ron did not like that grin.

"Hmm, yes, I will." The doctor seemed to be thinking. "Well, did you know that this liquid goes all throughout your blood stream and once it's in there, it attacks the white blood cells. It keeps them from performing their job. But it doesn't stop there. Oh, no. It then attacks the lungs, but slowly. Your breath begins to come out in ragged sags and the body begins to lose it's oxygen. Slowly, as the liquid spreads through your lungs it pours into the heart. It grows weaker the more liquid is inside of it and soon it betrays you. It begins to work with the liquid helping it gather through the body until it's everywhere and then your heart slowly begins to die down and the pain you feel is like none other. And I will take great pleasure in watching you die, Mr. Ron Stoppable."

Dr. Killingsworth took great pride in speaking about the liquid which he had made. His eyes shone brightly with excitement at the very thought of Ron's dying form. Ron only stared at this mad man in front of him. He was insane. And here he was ready to kill him and he had done no such thing to help Kim in anyway. He had not done what he said he'd do. This was a true disappointment to him and the thought of dying now filled him with a fear beyond what he comprehended. As the man continued to walk toward him, Ron shut his eyes. He wasn't even thinking of fighting back. Ron did not see Rufus flying toward the doctor. The man screamed as Rufus dug his nails into his face. Ron opened his eyes in time to see the doctor drop the needle as he struggled to free himself from Rufus's grasp. Without much thought Ron through himself at the needle.

Ron heard one cry from Rufus as the naked mole rat was thrown off to the side. The doctor noticed Ron and Kicked him away just in time. Ron had not yet taken a hold of the needle and as he lay on his side, clutching his abdomen he looked up at the doctor as he wiped away the blood which had been smeared on his face. Ron then looked frantically about for Rufus. He noticed a small pale pinkish body laying on it's side by the shrubs. The little mole was out cold. Ron began to move toward him, but another kick in his abdomen brought him to his knees, forcefully, delaying any other movements. Ron groaned in pain as his head lay on the ground. His one free hand moved to meet his other on his abdomen.

"Now, you're alone again. As it should be," The doctor said as he kicked Ron once again. Ron rolled over on his back as the doctor had intended. As the doctor kneeled beside him, Ron only thought of one person. Kim.

"Kim," he whispered, softly. The doctor paused as he looked at the boy. He grinned.

"Yes, don't you worry. She'll be next," the doctor assured.

With all the energy Ron had left he swung his arm and smacked the doctor hard enough to make the man fall back. He was stunned.

"Don't touch her," Ron said firmly as he coughed. He began to sit up, but the doctor was quicker. In an instant he had recovered from his shock and was at Ron's side again. Putting a firm hand on Ron's shoulder, he shoved him back down. The doctor shook his head in disapproval as he watched Ron struggle.

"Just stay still now and it'll all be over soon. Not too soon, I hope," Dr. Killingsworth said and with that he brought the needle to eye level. Giving Ron one last grin, he stabbed the needle into Ron's left arm.

Ron's screams echoed through the forest.