Chosen
Destiny
Chapter 5
Authors note:
This repost fixes some very bad formatting errors from the original sorry about them.
Ron was sleeping comfortably. Or at least he thought he had been. 'Morning sleepy.' The impossibility chirpy Kim Possible said from the foot of his bed.
'Is it? My brain tells me its before seven on a Sunday. Oh look so does my clock. This isn't morning KP, this is torture.' He joked with her before planting his face firmly in his pillow.
'Seven is morning Ron, I've been up since five.'
'That because you don't need to sleep for eight hours each day.' Pulling his face out of the soft oblivion that was calling to him Ron jumped out of bed. 'Alright Kim, something I've got to know. Do you believe me?'
'Yes.' She said without hesitating.
'Good. What do you want to do today. Training might be an idea but it is up to you.'
'I think I should be training.'
'Okay. I'll have a shower get changed and we can work on your style.' Ron smiled.
'Sure,
oh…' Ron could guess what was coming,
'Did-I-mention-that-my-two-Tweeb-brothers-followed-us-last-night-and-now-know-all-about-me-
and-vampires-and-demon-stuff.'
She blurted out in one breath. Next she would change the subject to
hide what she just said. 'Ron I think you should ware your mission
clothes, if your going to help me practice fighting.
'No need KP. I'll be fine but I notice you took your own advice.'
'Well yes of course.' Kim resisted jumping up and down, it worked. Ron missed the most important thing. Next she could blame him for not listening and he would be in the wrong. She flashed him the most innocent smile she could muster before almost skipping out of the bedroom.
'Send them up would you. I'll talk to them after my shower.'
She stopped at the door as if the rug had been pulled from under her. 'Wha…?'
'The Tweebs, send them up here just after I get dressed please. Thanks.' He gently pushed her past the threshold and closed the door. Still stunned she headed for the stairs. She was at the top of them when she realised Ron hadn't fallen for it, half way down she realised he had somehow beaten her at her own game. A wicked smile spread across her face, things between them were getting interesting.
The twins stood in the room. For the first time in their lives they weren't sneaking around, anyone who knew them would think they were dead. The two chatter boxes weren't talking. Actually they were, they discovered that they could silently talk to each other if they thought along the same lines. Neither liked the grin that was plastered across their sisters face, or the dangerous glint in her eye as she told them to go up to this room.
Last night Kim told them about the things in the night, now they agreed she was just as scared as they were. She told them of the way you're helpless against them and how all you want to do is run but your legs don't work. Of how you want to fight but your arms are immobile, and when you want to scream in fear as it rips the words from your neck and drains you dry. At the time they thought she was trying to spook them but the more they talked about it the more they understood.
She was telling the truth, how she knew and why she was so terrified was something they had to ask Ron.
'Next time someone warns you to stay out of others business you'll listen.' He came in towing his hair dry. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and carrying his PJ's in his free hand.
'We're sorry Ron' They said in unison.
He gave Rufus, who was curled up on his pillow, a black look. 'It's too late for that and we both know that.' They looked at him as he reached into his wardrobe. 'Don't try to kid us boys, both me and Kim know. You're more one person than two. But that's not the issue here. Has she told you about my role in all this is?'
'No.' Once again in unison.
'Has she told you her part in this?' He pulled on a dark shirt.
'She's supposed to fight demons, something to do with destiny she didn't explain it well.' They watched him stretch his muscles and loosen his joints.
'That's probably because she doesn't know enough herself.' They winced as he cracked his neck to one side. 'I've a suggestion on how you can help, but first things first. Follow me.'
Ron took the tweebs with him to the basement where he found Kim practicing against the punch bag She was giving it her all but Ron could easily see the flaws in her moves.
'Kim before you brake that there's something we all need to talk about.'
'What?' She turned around.
'The origins of the Slayer and why she's needed.'
'Your uncle told me already, to kill vampires. Now you've proven their real I need to practice so I can stake them. That's what today's all about.'
'First to practice you must know what you can do and what you are. You have the rest of your life to get the fighting part right.' Ron paced up and down looking at Kim and her brothers as they exchanged glances. 'My uncle's much better at this than me but here goes…
'When this world was spun out of nothingness this universe was in turmoil. First to live here were the dinosaurs, they grew from the slime and the simple germs and evolved into the giant lizards who's fossilised remains we see in museums today. They were supplanted, not by the human but by the demon. Those called the old ones who matched dinosaurs for size but also had much greater intelligence and many who mastered the earliest magic's. They were God-kings who warred with each other to prove who had the greater power. They were immortal, forever fighting for dominion but the forces that made the dinosaur still existed. To the old, true-blood, demons this primitive life was nothing more than slime but all too soon that changed. Mankind grew out of the slime and replaced the demon. To all things there is a time and the demon's time was ending. Forced from this universe they took up residence in other worlds, other dimensions.
'It is said that the last demon to leave this world fed on the blood and flesh of a human, infecting the corpse with part of itself. The result was the first vampire. It fed on others, killing some and mixing it's blood with others to create more. They feed off mankind's blood, waiting for the time of man to end and the old demons to return.'
'So where do I fit in to all this?'
'I was just getting to that Kim. A group of wise men saw the vampire as the threat it was. Together these Shadow-men, as they were called, took a young girl and chained her to the earth. Using the oldest magic's they called forth a great power and gave it to this girl, that became know as the Primitive.'
'So she volunteered?' Kim asked.
'No KP, she didn't. She was the first chosen one, the first Slayer from whom all are descended. Since then there have been countless Slayers, every generation one girl in the whole world is infused with the same power that was given to the first Slayer. Some say that was the original idea of the Shadow-men but who it is that chose the next Slayer throughout the aeons has always been a mystery. As for the Shadow-men they died out but others took up their endless task. They called themselves the watchers. A group of people who took it upon themselves to guide the Slayer in her destiny.' Ron levelled a gaze at Kim before turning to her brothers 'Kim is a Slayer, I am her watcher.' He explained.
'I… If there was only suppose to be one who were we fighting in that hotel?' The poor girl looked shell shocked.
'That
brings me up to recent events. About eight years ago Buffy Summers
was chosen to be the next Slayer. Cutting a long story short she
wasn't exactly you run of the mill Slayer. After first facing
perhaps the most powerful two vampires in existence in her first year
and a half and wining she became a living legend. Over the years she
has faced the worse the forces of darkness has had to offer including
a rogue demon Goddess, a true-blood demon and most recently the
First. She is said to be the greatest Slayer that will ever be. I
think you'll be better but never mind that.
'You
asked why there's suddenly more than one Slayer in the world. To
put it simply she was involved in an all out war with the original
evil. It would take too long to explain what the hell I'm talking
about but think of it this way. The devil is said to have been
seduced by evil… It's the thing that seduced him. Well the First
Evil declared war not only on Buffy Summers but on the entire Slayer
line. It sent it's minions to kill of every one connected to the
Slayer line ether by marriage or blood. You were on the list KP, as
was your entire family. Three of its minions came here, I was able to
stop them. Summers decided to gather the Potential Slayers in one
place to protect them, her home town of Sunnydale. The watchers
council was attacked and destroyed leaving only a few of us left.
After talking with my Uncle it was decided that you should stay away
from Sunnydale. If anything went wrong there the had to be a Slayer.
You, Kim, were the backup plan.
'It
wasn't needed. Using an ancient weapon forged by a previously
unknown cult, that worshiped the first Slayer as a Goddess, Summers
had her best friend cast a spell that activated every potential
Slayer on the planet. With an army of super powerful girls to back
her up she was able to stand up against the First's forces and
defeat them.'
'What would have happened if she lost?' The twins asked.
'First of all The forces that were defeated would have gone looking for the Slayers and then killed or enslaved the entire of humanity. Kim could you practice against the punch bag while I have a word with your brothers?'
'Sure Ron.' She stood up and went to the bag in a daze. 'Hey where's Rufus?'
'Still asleep.' The tweebs answered.
Ron hid a smile and turned to them 'You two, come here.' He walked to the bookcase that dominated a wall. 'I can never be a great watcher. I'm good at things like fighting and first aid but I can't do anything about the research side of things. You two are brilliant, how many other ten year olds can build a portable phaser?' He snorted. 'It's also a long standing tradition that relatives of a Slayer become Watchers themselves.'
'You want us to help you fight demons?' asked Jim.
'No and if I find that you ever start I'll make you regret it. What I'm asking you to do is research demons for us. This is the closest you will ever get to a demon, reading about it.'
'Is this a good idea?' asked Tim
'Probably not and if anyone ever found out I'd be in hot water faster than you can say "Ron soup".'
Kim overheard what her best friend told her brothers. When he came back to her side she asked him why he did it if he would get in trouble for it.
'To keep them out of trouble KP. By the time they finish the first book they'll avoid demons like nothing else on Earth. The only way to train you is if we spar.'
'I'm not going to fight you Ron. I'm one of these Slayer things and your, well your just Ron.'
'Then it should be easy, after you.' Ron took a few steps back and held his hands wide, then placed one foot ahead of the other. Kim brought her fists up and stepped around him.
Instead of pivoting Ron just moved his head to follow her with his eyes. She tested him by taking a few steps towards him but he stood immobile and side on. Another faint and he still stood like a statue. 'I thought we were sparing?' She dropped her guard.
He moved faster than she was ready for, taking the leading leg out from under her she shifted all of her weight to her other one. Lunging quickly Ron's shoulder barge floored her. 'Sorry I was waiting for you. Never drop your guard.' He said and danced out of the way. Now he was in a classic stance with one hand in front of the other and legs slightly bent. Enraged Kim charged him, clawing herself from the floor.
Taking a swing with all her power she sent her fist sailing at his face. Ron wrapped his fingers around her moving wrist and used his other hand to stop her head. Locking her arm in place he once again lashed out at her knee, this time she hopped over his leg. That gave him the opportunity to pull her down, planting her face in the floor. This time he twirled away.
'Your throwing too much at me KP. Slow down and think about what your doing before you jump in.' he took another stance ' and again…'
Tim and Jim were only half reading the books Ron had suggested. They were watching the training match. It had started pretty badly for Kim, and it didn't get much better. She would attack, Ron would throw her to the ground and then explain what happened. Each time Ron would take her down fast, he never gave her the chances she needed.
From what they could see Ron wasn't faster, or stronger. He used their sisters strength against her, something she wasn't ready for. If they were honest the only reason Ron was winning was that he seemed to know all the tricks.
Near the end Kim was getting better, every so often getting a few jabs in before she was floored. They had a few brakes during which Ron would list the weapons in the cabinets or send Rufus (who came down some time during the first bout) for some sandwiches from the kitchen. It was getting late when they started again. Ron was breathing heavily and he wasn't as fast as before, Kim was still getting better and it was only a matter of time before the tricks ran out.
Kim swung wide, forcing Ron off balance. She was probably too exhausted herself to notice just how much power she used. Head butting him from out of nowhere she stepped back as he fell to his knees. Taking the advantage she kneed him in the chest. For a second he flew from the ground, landing a few feet away. 'Oh my God! Ron!' she dived to his side.
'That was good KP. Very good.' He got up.
'I'm so, so sorry. I wasn't thinking…'
'Stop apologising. You're a fast learner and that's nothing to be embarrassed about.'
'But I heard something crack.' She looked concerned.
'I'll be fine but I think we're getting tired. Tell you what its something like four o'clock. If we call it a day and I meet you at your house about ten we do a quick patrol and say that's all?'
'Sounds good, are you sure your alright.'
'I will be when I get my breath back. See you later tonight KP.'
'What about us?' The twins asked clutching onto the books they had been slowly going through.
'Thanks for reminding me. Kim I have a gift for you, last book at the bottom.' As she turned from him he held his hand to his mouth and hid a cough, when he moved his hand away he was grimacing. A globule of blood fell from his mouth and into his hand. 'Tweebs, you can take those books with you just don't tell anyone about them. Alright.' He glanced at Kim and implied that the books weren't the only thing they were to keep secret.
'S… sure Ron.' Said Jim.
'No one would believe us anyway.' Said Tim.
'A Slayer's handbook? Ron what's the point?' Kim turned to face Ron.
'To be honest I don't know myself but every Slayer needs one.' He put his bloody hand in his pocked and was visibly gulping.
'I'll find out. Come on Tweebs, see you later Ron. Bye.'
'Bye KP.' He smiled. The twins silently worried about Ron but said nothing to their sister as the three of them left the basement.
It had gone ten and Kim glanced at the clock again. Where was he?
Half past ten came and went, still no Ron. Her brothers came down from their room and sat next to her. 'This isn't like him, When he says ten he means it.'
'He was awful tired after sparing with you.' Said Jim.
'Why didn't he say something then. We could of called it off.'
'He didn't want to worry you…' said Tim before Jim stopped him.
'Why would he being tired worry me. I'm supposed to be faster and stronger than him.' She looked at them harshly. They said nothing but she could see there was something they were not telling her. 'Spill it. Now tweebs or face the consequences.'
The silence was deafening. 'He's hurt.' Said Jim finally. Kim's world came crashing down around her. She knew that Ron would try and protect her, even from herself.
Like a bullet she ran down the empty streets, out running cars in her haste. Coming to a stop outside his house she knocked on the door. His mother answered. 'Kimberly come in.'
'Is Ron okay, I didn't mean to hurt him.'
'It's alright Kimberly, the watchers guidelines tell him not to fight with the Slayer and so did I. He wouldn't listen.' She guided Kim to the living room. Ron lay there on the couch his chest and head swathed in strange smelling bandages. Rufus sat on the arm of the couch, wrapping another bandage around Ron's head.
'Did I do that?' Her voice was only a whisper but it sounded loud in her ears.
'He'll be fine. By the morning his ribs will have healed and his head clear. He,' Mrs Stoppable smiled. 'They know their medicine.'
She couldn't see for tears 'I did that, Ron I'm so sorry… I'm…'
'I though I told you to stop apologising KP. You did good.' He smiled at her as he opened his eyes. 'I don't think I can make a patrol tonight let's forget about it. Night KP.'
'Good night Ron.' She said before kissing his cheek and running back home. Hating herself with every step.
End Chapter 5.
