'This is it.' Ron thought to himself. "The final moment… The moment that will change the rest of my life. All of our lives… The world is counting on me… everyone is. I can't back down. I won't. I have come so far… Now the only question remains… Can I do it?'
I am strong like the mountain.
I am swift like the wind.
I am the mighty river.
I am the rising sun.
I am the chosen.
I am one.
I… am so going to-NO! don't think like that! You can do this. You must! All of your training, your practicing, has brought you to this moment. This final moment.
Ron stared at his death. His worst fear in the whole world. More then monkeys, or bugs, or anything else. And Death grinned back at him. His fate was sealed.
Ron gulped, but bravely stepped upon the platform. He did not look down to see if his footing was correct, he already knew it was. He never took eyes off his death, his enemy.
Death grinned. "So Ron… are you ready?" Ron had never realized that death could have such a sweet, yet mocking voice.
Ron took his stance. The last stance he thought he would ever take. "Bring it on."
"I'll be generous. Choice your demise…" mocked death.
Ron already knew every choice. Death had mastered every one of them. And he remembered the words of his master as he cycled through them. If ever you want to out master your opponent, choice the way he has mastered, then shame him in defeat.
And that was what Ron going to do. Ron smiled as he selected his demise.
And Death laughed. "You're stupider than I thought you were, which I must admit, I did not think very highly of you in the first place."
Ron just smiled back, though inside he was more terrified than he had ever been in his life.
"Are you ready to lose?"
"I will not lose, not this time, and never again."
Death laughed.
The match was about to begin. 'This is it.' He thought. He breathed slowly, and withdrew in to himself. Withdrew deep inside of himself. Deep inside the part where only he could go. And he thought of Kim. His best friend in the in the entire world. The girl who had been there for him, just as he had been there for her. The girl who had saved his life. He was deep now. Real deep. He could almost feel her now. Almost see her beautiful eyes, almost smell her wonderful hair, almost taste her wonderful lips against his. He reached for her, to hold her…..
The match begun.
The music started.
And the world looked on in awe. Ok well no, but Ron liked to feel it was.
Ron moved swiftly, like water, to the beat of the music. Arrows flew by the screen; Ron stepped on each one of them. And flowed like the mighty river.
Ron no longer cared if he made a mistake; No longer cared if death won; No longer cared if he let down the world, didn't care about anything from the start of the song, to the end.
Ron moved with perfect grace, after years of practicing DDR with Yori, he was finally going to beat little Miss prissy "Oh, look at me! I'm only twelve years, but I can still beat your ass to the ground in DDR!" He was going to do it. He was going to beat her! HE was going to win!
Ron was feeling cocky, and decided he needed to shame her even more upon his victory, and so he performed a back flip, landed it perfectly.
The scores came… HE DID IT! HE WON!
"HA!" he pointed a finger in her face. "HA HA HA HA HA! Take that!" he got on his knees, dropped his elbows, pulled in his fists close to him. "Booyah!" and proceeded to act like if he had just won a boxing match. After throwing a few fake punches, he proceeded to pretend to grab a micro phone, "First off, I'd like to thank God, for making all of this possible. Second, ME! For being dang awesome… I'd also like to thank my teacher Yori, my best friend, Kin Possible, like to thank Bueno Nacho…" Ron stopped when he noticed the little girl sniffling.
Ron went for a closer look and immediately upon doing so; the little girl started bawling and pointed a finger at him.
"Hey what are you doing?" said a man who heard the crying.
"He's making her cry!" said a middle aged woman, who also heard the crying.
"What a jerk." Said an attractive young woman.
Ron raised his hands up defensively as he backed away, from the gathering crowd. "Look, it not what you think. She just playing around!" but it was to no use.
"Get him!" came a yell from a person in the crowd.
Ron screamed and made a run for it, with the crowd hot on his heels. Why did he have to come to the mall today? So what if there was a sale at Club Banana, why did Kim have to drag him along? Now, if he could make it Club Banana before he was drawn and quartered, Kim could get him out of this mess.
He ran a good distance, and ran straight past a vendor selling plastic pitchforks and torches. 'Of all the rotten luck.' He risked a glance backwards. Just in time to see the little girl, leading the angry mob, throw a pitchfork at Ron. Ron narrowly dodged it.
Ron soon found the Club Banana. Making a mad dash, he weaved in out of the clothing department. He could still hear the mob, if only he could find some way out of this. He looked around for a second, and found salvation. An opening in the wall. Ron went for the dressing room. Went inside, grabbed the top of the stool door, and jumped the length of it. Turned around put his ear to the door, and prayed.
The mob passed, Ron close his eyes and breathed a sigh relief and placed his back to the door. Ron slowly opened his eyes again, only to see a sight.
Bonnie Rockweiller, stood there covering herself, with what she wished at this moment wasn't so small, outfit. Her face was red, her face scrunched.
Ron didn't even see it coming.
Having been thrown out of the small stool, and being the subject of many a violent threat, stood there rubbing his face and trying as hard as he could to remember that sight for as long as he possibly could.
Ron took a look out the door slowly; the mob was still out there. This was going to get ugly. Ron pulled out his communicator. The monitor flicked on.
"Hey Ron, what's up? …Why's your face all red?" asked Wade.
"Never mind that. Wade, I need your help. There's an angry mob after me. I need a way out."
"Angry mob? Why am I not surprised." Wade started typing furiously.
"Come on Wade, hurry."
"Chill. Ok. Across from you is a booth. Keep low. Go; Now."
Ron kept low passing a section of the mob. He reached the booth and hid underneath it. Good thing the cashier teenage girl didn't care much about anything and only gave him an indifferent glance.
"Ok, now what Wade?" Ron whispered.
"There is an office down the hall…. No wait never mind."
"Never mind? NEVERMIND? Wade! What am I going to do?"
"Just chill. And wait it out."
After a few minutes Ron calmed down. Looked up at the cashier, "So… seen any good movies lately?"
She gave him an indifferent look. "Whatever."
Ron finally got up and looked around. The mob was gone; he breathed a sigh of relief, and went about searching for Kim.
After brief searching he finally found Kim and Monique looking through some clothes.
"I don't know Monique he seems nice, but you don't really know. Like this one time, Ron and I were totally to help this nice rich guy, just turned out that it was all a ploy to capture me, something about getting accepted into the evil community." Stated Kim.
"True. But he may just be a nice guy, you never know."
Ron did a mental check list.
Talking about boys. Check.
Talking about me. No.
Talking about boys other than me. Check.
Ron groaned silently, and walked into the scene. Without missing a beat, Ron found himself carrying back-aching amount of clothes in his hands, stacked above his head. The two girls continued there conversation.
"Hello." Said Ron, after setting down the clothes nice and easy. "Aren't you even going to say Hi, or Please Ron, can you be the magnificent and masculine gentlemen that you are and help us carry these clothes?"
They arched eyebrows at him, and then continued their conversation. Ron groaned and wondered how much longer this would take. He went and leaned against the stack of clothes. He closed his eyes and started to recall to himself a beautiful sight. At least the day wasn't going so bad.
Ron awoke to find himself buried in bags of clothes. He quickly started climbing to the top of the pile.
"Oh Ron your just in time." Stated Monique, and without missing a beat loaded the pile on him and started dragging him to her car.
"Where's Kim?" asked Ron.
"She's been held up. Don't worry though she just talking to some guy.
Ron stopped. "Wait, what?"
Monique grabbed his shirt by the sleeve. "Hold your horses, Lover boy. First you're helping me with these bags."
Ron quickly helped her, and then swiftly set out for the mall. Not without getting a sly remark from Monique first.
Ron went back in to see Kim talking to a person. Not a boy. But a woman he had not seen in quite some time. A woman named doctor director.
