Ron Stoppable: Thou Shall Not Kill

By. MouseKappaSig (aka Joe Dave)

Author NOTES:

WARNING: the following chapters may contain material that some may find offensive. If you don't want to see graphic depictions of violence and what not stop here.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (So no complaining to me)

Now on with the tale...

"How long have Drakken and his bunch been at the base, Wade?" Ron asked as he pulled his black sweater over his head.

"As far as I can tell they have only been operating there since Monday of this week. So only three days...but that is just a educated guess, mind," answered Wade as he pulled up a classified blue print of the Alaskan military base, "but as of right now, that's the least of our worries. I've been keeping tabs on activity at the base since I found it and I'm not liking what I see. Drakken has been around Frugal Lucre all day and they seem to be preparing to upload the virus to the facility's database."

"SHIT," cried Ron as he fastened his belt and headed for his door, "How long do we have?"

"Not sure, but if I'm not mistaken a virus of that magnitude will take some time to get going even on the military's systems. We probably have about six hours after it's upload to try and shut it down before phase one is completed. But it will take three hours to get there from Middleton leaving..."

"Three hours to stop the end of the world. No Big, Wade. You got me a ride yet?"

"Yeah, called in a major favor for it so don't break it. While you're gone I'll try and get an anti-virus ready to counteract Drakken. "

"OK. First, thanks and second, I'm hurt. Since when have I broken anything," retorted Ron as he closed his front door behind him.

"Well...there was that..."

"Never mind, Wade. Just make sure you get the virus shut down ASAP."

"Will do Ron . Wade out."

The high pitched whine of a jet engine came into audible range, and moments later a black X-Plane hovered twenty feet above the streets of Middleton in front of Ron's house. Ron waited with baited breath as the black wraith of a vehicle lowered to the ground and allowed him to climb into the back seat before the plane rose again and shot off into the night. The sudden acceleration forced Ron into his seat as the plane broke the sound barrier within a mile of it's last position. "Well looks like noone is going to get any sleep tonight," he thought to himself watching the lights of his neighborhood click on and disappear into the distance. Ron closed his eyes and said a silent prayer for Kim and Wade, pulled out the Kimmunicator and began to study the base's plans.

Drakken paced back and forth in front of the control panel he and Lucre had just finished assembling. He glanced at the machine verifying that the gauges all were indeed showing green, then up to a 30x15 screen that displayed a map of the globe littered with pinpricks of light that represented major cities and towns. In the bottom right corner of the screen a window showed the progress of his virus and gave a countdown to its completion. 3H:15M:45S... "LUCRE! GET IN HERE. NOW," bellowed Drakken. Seconds later Frugal Lucre ran into the room gasping for breath at the effort

"WHAT!" cried Lucre, "what do you want, now?"

Drakken clinched his fist at the cheap excuse for a villain that had suddenly grown a backbone, "Why is the this taking so long to launch. Kim Possible and her Buffoon will be here long before your pathetic virus will even have a chance to infect anything."

"IS THAT ALL YOU WANTED? GOD I thought you had deleted something. Just chill that file is huge over 200 Gigs, so naturally its going to take some time. Just be patient and keep your skin on, Smurf. Team Possible doesn't know where we are. HELL I don't even know where we are exactly." Lucre complained as he turned on his heel and walked out leaving a very shocked and confused Drakken standing there with his mouth agape.

"Well, well. Someone grew some balls, didn't they DR. D," laughed Shego as she emerged from the shadows. "Why wont you let Lucre know where he is exactly?"

"Now is not the time, Shego. Where have you been for the past few days?"

"No where important...just a little recon...in Upperton,"she replied through a sadistic smile.

"OH really? And what, may I ask, did you find?"

"A carrot..."

Drakken arched an eyebrow in confusion, "excuse me? Why in the wide world of evil sports would I care about a CARROT?"

" Uh huh... You know I really don't see how you call yourself a genius..."

"SHEGO I grow impatient"

"Chill blue boy I'm just rattling your cage. What I meant was...I found out that Kim Possible is in a coma and has been since that volcanic island incident.."

"You mean that...she ...that I could...OH THIS IS THE BEST NEWS I'VE EVER HEARD."

"Yeah...you could actually pull this off."

"Im SO happy." Drakken cried as he danced around the room, "Shego come here."

"Wha..."

Before Shego could finish her thought Drakken silenced her by pulling her into a deep lip lock. Her eyes shot wide in horror as he pulled away and began laughing. But this wasn't his usual villain laugh, it was full of demonic undertones. To her it sounded truly insane, and it scared her. How was that possible, Drakken could never be frightening, even babies laughed at him most of the time, but now here in the light of the computer screen and florescent lighting he was truly terrifying. His laughter died, not soon enough to suit Shego, and he turned back to her. "Where is Monkey Fist," he hissed though a sadistic grin, "its time he removed the other part of Team Possible. Bring me the Buffoon's head."

"Why. He doesn't really matter anymore does he?" asked Shego as she tried to get the taste of Drakken's tongue out of her mouth..

"It's a matter of ...Pride, Shego."

Meanwhile, Ron put the Kimmunicator back into his pocket when the pilot radioed him that the jump zone was going to be coming up in the next ten seconds, and prepared to pull the ejection release. Seconds later Ron reached over his head and pulled the ejection release and was jettisoned into the pitch black of the moonless night sky. Achieving his apex, Ron experienced a moment of weightlessness before his chair dropped from under him and he began his free fall towards the frozen Alaskan tundra. He counted to 20 before pulling his chute well under the radar range of the base, after all he wanted the element of surprise on his side. Moments later he touched down behind a grove of fir trees, and after removing his chute began the two mile run to Fort Highfield. He sped though the grove of trees quite quickly but stopped as he neared the edge of the trees. In front of him was two square miles of nothing, no trees, bushes, or cover of any kind. Twin guard towers patrolled the wasteland with spot lights and Ron could easily see that atop the towers were a matching set of .50 cal anti-personnel machine guns that he had no desire to deal with. After a minute of assessing area, Ron took a deep breath and started off across the no man's land. At least there isn't a moon tonight, he thought to himself as he dodged one of the searchlights. He never even saw the motion detector as he sprinted past it.

Inside the base alarms were blaring. Drakken was swearing and turning various shades of red as his henchmen bumbled their simple tasks of checking what the situation was. For one henchman, Stevens, in particular it was not going to matter as Drakken, in his frustration, had pulled a .45 Desert Eagle and ventilated Stevens' skull. The body slumped to the floor as grey matter and blood pooled around him from a two inch hole in the henchman's forehead. "NOW GET ME A STATUS REPORT, OR IM GOING TO HAVE SOME TARGET PRACTICE!" screamed Drakken crossing the room in a slow arch across the assembled henchmen. With that they ran to their assigned stations and in moments had a video feed of Ron slipping nearer towards the base.

"This...is...EXCELLENT," laughed Drakken as he watched the feed, "the buffoon has come to us. Like lambs to the slaughter... Monkey Fist, are you ready?"

"You don't have to yell, Drakken. Yes I am prepared to destroy the pretender. Now shut up blue boy." replied Fist in a very bored voice.

"Don't you get uppity with me monkey boy. Now get your mutated carcass moving, get your ninjas, get out there, and bring me the buffoon...ALIVE. I want him to suffer before he dies." Drakken laughed as he turned to Shego. "I want Lucre in here now. We need to make some preparations for the buffoon."

Shego returned moments later with Lucre in tow. "SIT," she hissed as she forced him into a chair at the main consol.

"Lucre, I want this screen to show me the progress of the virus in an up to the second display. I want the buffoon to know the exact moment he failed to rescue his Kim Possible."

"Very well, I will have it tell you exactly when Upperton and Middleton go offline." replied Lucre. "Stoppable will know a pain of loss like no other at my hand."

Ron had made it past the search lights and was catching his breath against one of the guard towers. Luckily the lights didn't search the base of the towers, so Ron was safe for the moment. Or so he thought. High over head eight small black figures climbed slowly towards the unsuspecting blond below. Once the figures were within ten feet of the ground they leapt from the tower to land silently in the pitch black of the night where they quickly and quietly surrounded the boy and waited for orders from their master. Monkey Fist gazed lazily down at the unknowing blond from the top of the tower, he so longed to kill the pretender here and now, but he knew very well that Drakken had meant business, after all he had shot Stevens, who rumor had it had been Drakken's cousin. "Ah well at least I will get the pleasure of watching him die." Fist thought to himself as he nodded to his monkey ninjas below.

The air exploded with the bestial howls of the monkey ninjas as they burst from the darkness towards Ron. Ron never saw them coming as the quickest ninja buried a hairy fist into his solar plexus, doubling Ron over as another ninja smashed Ron over the head with a staff. Ron's eyes lulled in their sockets and he dropped to the ground unconscious. Moments later Monkey Fist stepped from the shadows and after kicking Ron in the gut, sending him flying into the guard tower, picked up the boy and dragged him inside the complex.

Oh No. A cliff to jump off. what will you do. I you have even read this far. ah well. please Review for me and let me know what you think so far. next chapt coming soon.