Disney owns all, I am insignificant! OK, I am officially obsessed with Kim Possible. I found myself yesterday using a couple Kim/Ron statements in two separate conversations before I realized it (No big! plus Sick and wrong!). I think I need help! I also know that I posted a chapter this morning, but it has felt like a good day to just sit and write, the ideas flowing easily. If a third chapter appears about 2 am EST, don't be too surprised!
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Bonnie's Curse – Chapter 11
Tara was enjoying the walk to Bonnie's house. It was a beautiful time, when the sun was setting and the sky took on such an array of colours. It was cool, but not uncomfortable, the air carrying a crispness to it that was refreshing. Now, as darkness was just settling in, everything seemed peaceful.
Plus, she was happy that Bonnie had finally agreed to get some kind of help for what was happening. Things had been getting worse for weeks now, and she had been getting worried. Tara even wasn't quite sure why Bonnie hated tests anyways, she was sure that something had to have happened to make her adverse to them, but she had never quite managed to get to the heart of that matter. I mean, it wasn't doctors that bothered her; Bonnie had done career week with Kim's mom, had even talked with her, "hypothetically" of course, regarding her condition and if there had been anyone like that, but when it came to tests of any kind, Bonnie almost panicked outright. She wished she knew what the problem was.
Oh well, we can discuss that later. Tonight, all we're going to think about is Orlando Bloom and how many calories we're putting into our bodies!
When she approached Bonnie's house, she got a bit concerned. There weren't any lights on in the house, despite the fact that Bonnie's and her parent's cars were in the driveway. That's when she noticed the front door, sitting wide open. She ran to the door, calling out for her friend, but didn't hear a reply. She entered more slowly, pulling out her cell phone, ready to dial for the police at a moment's notice. When she looked in the living room, she knew there was a problem. Furniture looked like it had been tossed around, like there had been a fight. The coffee table lay shattered on the floor in the middle of the room. Mrs. Rockwaller's favorite vase lay shattered in the doorway. She dialed 911 and prayed it wasn't too late.
As she was speaking with the police, she heard a noise, faint, but definitely a noise. While talking to the officer, she slowly headed upstairs. She peeked into Bonnie's room, being the first one at the top, but it was empty. Her friend's parent's room was next, but the door was closed. Putting her ear to the door, she could tell this is where the sound had come from. She told the officer what she could hear, who immediately told her to leave quickly, but Tara just couldn't do that, not if someone was in trouble. Slowly, she opened the door, looking back and forth quickly in case something jumped out at her. What she saw alarmed her. Lying on the floor were two figures, obviously tied up. She could see Mrs. Rockwaller moving, trying to make as much noise as possible. Mr. Rockwaller didn't seem to be moving at all though. Quickly, the young woman ran to the couple, telling the officer who she had found.
She took the gag from Mrs. Rockwaller's mouth first, and then helped untie here. "What happened? Do you know who did this to you? Where's Bonnie?"
Mrs. Rocwaller swallowed a bit, now that the gag was out of her mouth. "I don't know who did this, but he scared me. He struck Harold when he tried to fight him off, and then he tied us up. Harold has barely woken up in the last while, I think he might have a concussion!"
"Help's on the way, they should be here any moment. What did he look like?"
The older woman paused, a shudder running through her body. "He looked wild, covered in hair. The smile on his face… it was terrifying! And his hands and feet, they were… different. More like paws than anything else."
Tara blanched at the description, suddenly realizing exactly who had broken in, who had assaulted Bonnie's parents, and who, most likely, had Bonnie now.
"Monkey Fist!"
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Bonnie's eyes fluttered open, wincing at the harsh light. Her head hurt greatly, and knew she'd have a massive bump on the back of her head. When she saw Monkey Fist, she had attacked, hoping to throw him off guard so she could get away and find help. He hadn't been ready for it, been knocked back. But as she had turned to run, she found herself surrounded by more of those monkey ninjas. She had fought, as well as she could, but there had been too many of them. And when Monkey Fist rejoined the battle, royally pissed, she didn't last much past that point. Now, waking up, she found herself strapped to a table. Fear began to overtake her as she realized that, struggling for all she was worth.
This brought a smile to Monkey Fist's face, seeing her struggle like that. He let it continue for a few moments, enjoying the sounds she was making trying to break free. Finally, he walked into her line of sight, the hideous smile never leaving his face.
Her struggling ceased as she saw him approach. "What… what do you want with me?"
"Well, my dear, I heard your little tale on the trail in Japan, and it piqued my interest, so to speak. I could use someone of your… abilities to help me achieve my goals."
Bonnie just laughed at him. "I would never help you! And when Ron gets here, he is going to kick your ass so hard, you'll be lucky if you can walk again this century!"
His smile never faded, "Ah yes, Mr. Stoppable. He has been an impediment to my plans for sometime. However, very shortly, he will no longer be an obstacle. And as for you my dear, who said you assistance had to be voluntary!"
The laugh that followed froze the very blood in her veins.
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Tara left as soon as the first emergency vehicle arrived. She grabbed Bonnie's car keys from where she had obviously dropped them on the floor, and ran out the door, jumping into the car and peeling away. She had to get to Ron, tell him what happened. He'd know what to do, how to save Bonnie. It was only a short drive, but it felt like forever, knowing every second she took was a second longer that he could get away! She pulled into the front of the hospital, not the least bit concerned she had parked in the Ambulance zone, and jumped out.
Tara knew where Kim's room was, and knew Ron would be there. He would help… he had to. Not even the nurses could stop her as she barreled past them, until she found the door she was looking for, throwing it open.
Ron looked up and saw Tara standing there, tears streaming down her face. She was obviously winded, and looked scared. He stood up quickly and went to her, holding her by the shoulders.
"Bonnie… Monkey Fist… taken…"
Tara was gasping for breath, barely making sense. Ron pulled her in close, hugging her, trying to calm her down. "Tara… shhhh… calm down and tell me what's wrong."
She took a moment, Ron shooing the security away as they came to the door. Finally, she managed to settle down a bit. "Monkey Fist, he's kidnapped Bonnie. He tied her parents up and hurt them, and I think he knows about what Bonnie can do, and you have to help me get her back before he hurts her!"
When Tara mentioned Monkey Fist and what he had done, his face hardened momentarily. He was glad Tara couldn't see it. When he broke the hug, he had a small smile on his face. "Don't worry, we'll find her!"
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Monkey Fist opened up a small box, and withdrew a small vial, containing a clear liquid. "My dear, while your abilities are far from common, they are known. Ancient tribes had knowledge of such things. In particular, the Menarites of Brazil. They knew the importance that such foreknowledge could bring, and devised a manner to… enhance the subject's… sensitivity to their gifts. It also tends to make the subject more… malleable, so to speak. Granted, they tended to drink this in a tea form, but it was a simple matter to purify the strain of plant needed to be more effective. You won't have any choice but to give me all the answers I'm looking for!"
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"Wade, have you got anything yet?"
Team Possible's young computer tech frowned. "Nothing in terms of of travel out of the city. He could probably take her in a private plane, but nothing is scheduled. I'll keep an eye on that angle from here!"
Ron took a deep breath, to calm himself, when an idea came to him. "What if he's still in town? Like, rented a building or something? It would have only been in the last few days, right?"
Wade didn't even respond as he processed the information, just continuing to type. After a few moments, the young tech smiled. "I've got one building rented out in the last week, a small warehouse on the edge of town. Give me a sec…" He resumed typing and then the image on the Kimmunicator changed, showing a building with a number of red dots inside, most of the dots small but two larger ones were seen together. "Ron, I just ran a satellite thermal imaging scan of the building. The two large dots are definitely human. The others are not, but they are about the same temperature. Based on the size of them, this guys either opening an animal sanctuary or…"
"Monkey ninjas!"
The screen changed back to its original view, and Ron saw the look of concern on his friend's face. "Are you sure you want to do this by yourself, Ron? If you could wait about an hour, I can probably get a Wade-bot ready to help out."
"No time Wade. There's no telling what he could do in that time. I wouldn't be adverse to a little police or GJ backup arriving right on my tail though. Thank Wade, you rock!"
After turning off the Kimmunicator, he turned back to Tara, who had been listening in the entire time. "You said you came in Bonnie's car?"
Tara nodded, "Yes, I did. Are you going to be going in alone?"
Ron just stood there. "Knowing Wade, he'll have the backup there about five minutes after me, so I'm not too worried, but I should get going. I have a very bad monkey that needs to be spanked!"
Tara couldn't help but laugh when he said that, and neither could he when he realized what he said.
"You know what I mean! Keep an eye on Kim for me, would you? I'll be back with Bonnie soon!"
With that, the young man headed out the door.
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The malicious smile had never left his face as he filled the syringe. Placing the vial down, he stepped toward his young victim. She struggled desperately to get away, but it was no use.
"So my dear, shall we begin?"
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Author's Notes – The tribe is fictional, just something tossed in. I just figured that native peoples used plants for such things as vision quests and such, so it seemed to fit that they would have something that could enhance something like this.
I'd like to thank;
GargoyleSama – I like the minor characters, you can be a lot more "creative" with them. Plus, when I write a character, I put myself inside that person. I look at what has been shown about that person, and try to determine the motivation behind it. Brick is easy, he's just like my friend from college, loud and hard on the outside, but with a soft center. Tara is sweet and kind, very emotional, while always trying to find the same in others. Bonnie and Ron are the easiest for me, they are just two sides of myself. Writing them just flows, because I just have to look at that part of myself. I'll admit right now, Kim and Yori are the hardest to write, but that's mainly because, well, I'm a guy! A sensitive guy, one of the sweetest on the planet I'm told, but still a guy! If I could figure out women, I wouldn't be single! Even several college psych courses can't help that! Oh, and Bonnie's abilities will be coming to "head" very shortly!
MrDrP – You're right, at this point an R/B pairing makes no sense whatsoever, but things can happen. Not going to say too much, but I am planning on 4 stories, and a lot can happen in that time. Kim will wake up, I promise, but it might be awhile, and things can change. It's all about possibilities, and even I don't know how it's going to turn out. The major events of each chapter are plotted, but everything else changes as I write it. Brick wasn't even a thought until I was writing that point in the story and my friend called and inspired me. I have to say, I enjoy that. My own life has always been so plotted and scripted, and I thought this would too, but it's fun not knowing how my own story will turn out!
mattb3671 - It's amazing, everyone mentioned how they liked "my" Brick. Considering he wasn't even a thought initially, took 10 minutes to write, and was barely more than a page, I'm kinda amazed! Glad you're enjoying the story!
Next Chapter – Ron vs Monkey Fist II. This time, it's personal! Wait, it's always been personal, hasn't it? I'll put it another way, he put Kim in a coma, Ron is pissed! Someone ain't walking out from this one! But is it too late for Bonnie?