Kim Possible: The Sociopath Episode

Disclaimer: KP and Ron are Mark and Bob's. Valia and Nev are mine.

Chapter 14: Red and Black
Ron gets his new battle suit, but is it too late for Kim?

Ron couldn't help but get excited as he was checking out his new battle suit. Funny enough, Nev designed it to look very close to an actual ninja suit. The suit itself was all black with red linings. He originally tried white and red, but that didn't work. Besides, both found that black and red were a nice contrast to Kim's white and blue suit, while sharing several similarities to Kim's upgraded suit. The red linings of the suit glowed, Ron was able to create a force field, had grappling hooks inside his wrists, extra pockets, and it was resistant to low amounts of electricity. It also had a camouflage feature, but there was one thing Ron had that Kim didn't, a mask that had the same camouflage feature as his suit, allowing him full stealth in espionage missions. Nev decided against installing the adrenaline-enhancement system, as Kim had been having serious problems with it.

"Badical!" cried a rather ecstatic Ron Stoppable. After going to ninja school in Japan, Ron always wondered what it would be like to be a full-blown ninja, or even to look like one. Now it was a reality. Rufus certainly liked it as well.

"Hah, I love it," cried an also ecstatic Nev, proud of his design for Ron. He wouldn't admit it, but he loved almost everything he created. In this case, creating the battle suit was like creating a piece of art. While Ron didn't have a sword, Nev did make shurikens for Ron. Who wouldn't want to create a ninja?

"You rock, man. You. Equal. Rock!" Ron pointed at the spiky-haired techno fiend.

Nev whistled modestly, "Oh, I try."

Ron danced around the room, but wasn't paying attention to where he was going, heading into a dark unlighted area of the room.

"Ron? Uh, Ron?" asked Nev, as Ron faded into the darkness.

He looked away as a loud crash was heard, reluctantly turning on the lights.

Lucky for him, Ron only tripped over a table. His eyes sparkled as he looked up and saw a massive collection of weapons on the wall. There were literally a ton of guns, knives, swords, and too many sharp and deadly weapons for one to perceive, all placed on the wall in a clean and decorative manner.

Nev's secret was blown. "Yeah, about that, I collect weapons. Lots of them."

"Ain't nothing wrong with that," Ron's attention still at the thousands of weapons on the wall, "I mean, if you don't sell those off to bad guys, that is."

"Nope, nothing but my own little private and personal collection." Nev embarrassingly replied.

"That's nothing. I collect Bueno Nacho wrappers and Kim collects Cuddle Buddies."

Nev's jaw dropped, "Cuddle Buddies? Oh man, that's going in the record books."

Ron sucked in some air, "Oh, um, can you tell Kim I didn't tell you that?"

Nev nervously grinned, "Why don't I just keep it a secret?"

"That'll work... Did I just say Kim? Kim! I gotta get going!"

Ron got onto his scooter as soon as he could. Lucky for him the rain had died down. He quickly sped off.

"Go Ron! Go to Middleton! Go out there and save your woman!" Nev yelled, not concerned with sounding crazy or corny. He actually got a kick out of it, and had been waiting for the opportunity for some time.

Both only hoped it wasn't too late. Nev was just satisfied Ron didn't find his cartoon collection.

Kim had been struggling to get onto her feet, but her shoulders had been pinned against the catwalk on the second level of the building by Valia's arms. He got tired of attacking from a far distance, so he tossed himself onto the second level and took advantage of Kim's position, glass still on her back.

"I must say, I'm most impressed that you're still conscious, Kimberly Anne. For a girl, you've got spunk."

"This is so wrong," she spoke weakly.

"And you can speak? More impressive," Valia smirked, raising his eye.

He was going to slam both of his mech-arms straight into her skull, but as he let go, she immediately rolled out of the way, trapping his mech-hands in the metal. Instead of letting his arms be stuck, he pulled a large piece with each mech-hand and hurled both at Kim, one high and one low. She launched her grappling hook at the roof, lowering herself to ground level as the scraps flew past her. Val followed, only jumping off and landing on his feet. It must have been at least a 30-foot fall, a distance that could have easily killed someone. Valia made it look like child's play.

He stretched, "I have a slight confession to make, Kimberly Anne," he claimed as he held something in his right hand, "I didn't bring you here to talk."

She scoffed, "Tell me something I didn't figure out over an hour ago."

"I invited you here to do what I did to Ron the last time," he revealed, "As for you, you may be no stranger to mind control, but you won't be able to escape from it so easily this time around."

The first thing that crossed Kim's mind was the missing puzzle piece. "What about the Crimson Shenitz jewel? Didn't you need that for your plan?"

He grunted, "One time use. By the time you recovered the gem, I had already downloaded the particle signatures from it into my suit. That, and it helps fuel the suit, and now, my own body."

Kim took a second to analyze what he said, then it came to her; he fused his suit with his own body? Then again, she hadn't particularly thought about separating the suit from Valia since his defensive and offensive maneuvers interfered. But was what he said true? He was good at bluffing, since Kim figured out that he didn't do anything to Ron, but did he actually modify his suit so that it fused with his own body? After all, he did remove his own hand and replace it with a biomechanical one.

"Gross," was her response. There's not much else you can say when you find something like that out.

"Surprised? When I said you weren't the only one with upgrades, I wasn't talking about my suit, Kimberly Anne."

"But why would you do something like that to yourself?" she asked, but familiar with some depressed teens that enjoyed self-inflicted pain, knowing that could be a possibility.

"Simple, to fix what's broken," he answered as his suit started glowing again.

This time, instead of a white and blue energy evolving from his hands, they started to ignite in a red fiery glow. He fired straight at her feet, and in response Kim jumped high into the air. Unfortunately, she hadn't noticed that he was still holding a fireball in his other hand, which he soon tossed at her in the air. In a snap, she fired a grappling hook from her wrist downward and pulled herself straight to the ground, avoiding the debris from above, getting low and covering herself. It took a bit off her suit's arm, but she watched as it healed within seconds. When she got up, Valia had disappeared.

She quickly turned in all directions to see where he may have gone. Two pieces of strong and thick metal slammed into the sides of her head at once, utterly putting her out of commission.

Valia appeared above her with his mech-arms open, slowly resuming their previous position as he lowered himself before Kim.

"You should've worn some headgear," he groaned.

He picked up her unconscious body and examined her face. Kim may have had red hair, but her face and hairstyle gave him some bad memories. To add fuel to the fire, the scent of her hair also raised some familiarity with someone else.

'Why must you resemble her so much?' he thought, clenching his fist. Shaking his head from his train of thought, he pulled out what appeared to be a purple sticker with from his own utility belt.

This was the key to the mind control. All you had to do was place it on the back side of the neck, and mixed with the proper energy readings that were flowing throughout Valia's suit, now that it had the particle signatures of the Crimson Shenitz jewel, he could put the purple metallic sticker on anyone and that was it, invisible to anyone unless they specifically looked on that area of the body.

The last time, it was broken and disintegrated before Kim got to see what happened to it, obviously a self-destructing measure to avoid future testing if Kim had recovered it. Had it stayed on Ron's neck, Valia would still be able to control him.

This one had three letters on it. 'K.I.M.'

"Let the chaos begin."

The rain started to pick up again as Ron arrived at the said warehouse, knocking over a barrel as his scooter came to a stop.

"You d-didn't even a-ask for directions-s, Ron," Wade spat through a built-in communications device implanted on the side of Ron's mask, "How d-do you know-w this is-s it?"

Ron's attention turned to a warehouse that had the number 4 on it, but the 1 had clearly been destroyed, and smoke was coming out of the huge blast area on the roof.

"Believe me, Wade, it's not hard to miss."

Ron front flipped off of the scooter, slowly approaching the building. The entire area had been dead-silent, getting him extremely worried. Usually on their missions, he knew where Kim was thanks to the commotion she caused, but none of that was here. He only hoped that he hadn't arrived too late.

He entered inside the said warehouse, noticing the place was nearly destroyed. It was clear that Kim and Valia had gone a few rounds in here.

He slapped his forehead, "What was I thinking?"

He froze as he heard loud mechanical movement from inside, recognizing it. The only person he knew with such a soundtrack was Valia. But Ron wasn't going to stalk for him, as this could have been his trap. He could have sworn that he heard someone above and behind him, but as he turned around, everything turned white and blue, thrusting itself into his face, knocking him to the floor.

Before him stood Kim.

"KP? What are yo-"

He froze as he noticed the heartless look in her eyes. It was enough to answer his question.

His body turned cold, "Oh no..."

The last thing Ron ever wanted to do was hurt Kim, so he decided to slowly back away from her. She quickly launched her grappling hook above and behind him. Before he could look back and see what she hit, he felt the wind as she flew straight at him. He dove aside, rolling and swiftly getting onto his feet.

"KP, don't make me do this!"

Kim's hook struck the crane behind Ron, and she made her way to the top. She thrusted herself off the hook and straight at Ron. Again, he evaded to his side. She tried to keep him trapped with kicks, and he kept blocking her feet with his wrists.

"Snap out of it, Kim!"

She started to punch in all sorts of directions, but it was clear she wasn't focusing at all, as more than half of her punches were far away from Ron's face. In a quick reflex, Ron was able to catch both of her hands in his, but before he could try to speak to her, she catapulted herself off of him, pushing her feet against his chest, back flipped and landed calmly. She slowly approached Ron with no stance whatsoever. Obviously, she wasn't walking towards Ron to give him a hug.

He realized that he had stepped outside the warehouse as the rain soaked his hair. Ron knew that he couldn't defend himself from her forever. He knew what had to be done. He didn't want to, but both their lives were at stake. Ron was in the same position that Kim was the last time. He let out a huge sigh.

'Forgive me, KP...'

He knew that the only way to save Kim was to take her out. But could he actually defeat her?

He reluctantly removed his mask and bowed to Kim before entering a fighting stance he learned at Yamanouchi. It wasn't his style, but he couldn't think of any other way to begin a fight with Kim.

Someone watched the two from above, "Ron Stoppable versus Kim Possible. My, I never thought I'd live to see the day where both were forced to engage in lethal combat." Valia spoke with a hauntingly peppy voice.