Chapter 2

I know what you're thinking. Ron Stoppable? The Ron Stoppable? As in the sidekick to Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable? Yes, I'm that Ron… well I use to be. But now Ron Stoppable is gone.

Now there are probably a hundred questions flying through your mind. What happened to Kim? What happened to Rufus? How could you survive so many bullet wounds? How'd you become such a master of combat? And above all else you're probably wondering what led to this?

I suppose you are entitled to an explanation. Well, it all started a long time ago, way back on my first day of preschool. That's where I first saw her… oh wait; you probably already know that story. I'll jump ahead to when the change happened.

It was prom night and I was with my best friend Kim Possible. We had been captured by Dr. Drakken after he tricked us into coming to the Bueno Nacho headquarters by holding Kim's new boyfriend hostage. It turned out that he was actually a synthodrone programmed to distract Kim and play her feelings. Anyway me and Kim were tied up and she was moping harshly and I was in self conflict for what I was about to do.

Secretly I was happy about finding out that Erik was a fake, because I had come to terms with my feelings for Kim. I had fallen in love with my best friend and now I had the opportunity to express myself. Indirectly I confessed how I felt and she seemed to get it what I was saying just before we snapped back to the current situation.

After saving the world for the umpteenth time and Dr. Drakken was taken away to prison I stood next to Kim and tried to pick things up from where I started. That's where my life changed forever.

"So Kim…" I said massaging my neck awkwardly. "Now that Erik is… out of the picture… do you think I could take you to prom… as your date?"

Kim got a look of hesitation in her eyes as she slightly turned away from me. Then she said the words that would burn in my soul for all of eternity, words that marred like dull cuts of rusty metal with acid tips.

"Actually Ron, I don't think we should." Kim said lightly. "Don't get me wrong Ron, I like you and you're a nice guy but you're not 'food chain' material. It's bad enough one of the greatest guy's turned out to be a pile of goop but come on, what would people say they heard Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable were dating? Still friends, right?"

"Yeah, sure." I responded emptily.

"Okay… well I'm going home, see you later right?"

Then she turned away from me and walked away like she was at no flaw. I was left with a feeling that no one should ever have to feel. My life had just spun out of control and nothing I could say or do would regain control. That night Ron Stoppable disappeared from existence and someone new took his place. It was my turn to go home, but it would be for the last time.

After getting home I went to the kitchen and got Rufus a drink, unnoticed to him I put sleeping pills in his water. Where I was going Rufus would have no purpose. Returning to my room I packed a small bag of vitals, everything else was left behind. Before leaving I went into the bathroom knowing that I had to dispatch of something important. It was the tracking chip Wade had installed on me, that's right, I knew where it was. With my essentials in hand and all means of possible contact neutralized I left Middleton to find the new life that awaited me.

I went to the only place that qualified as a second home, the secret ninja school of Yamanuchi. There I found refuge from everything that had been and it was there that I started my training. Not knowing what other purpose my life held, what goal could be reached, I just started training my martial art skills. Already knowing there was some form of power lying dormant inside me I thought it best to awaken it. For four straight years I practiced and trained, mastering every technique my body would allow me to learn.

Then came the second leap in my life. On the eve of my twenty first birthday, obviously the time my full maturity was complete the mystic monkey powers altered my entire body. My once goofy, scrawny body blossomed into a built form with a well designed, stern appearance. My voice became bold and powerful in a tone much like Jak in the "Jak" games.

But my appearance was only the sugar coating on this evolution; with full control I could summon powers that brought me to a level above those of regular humans. When beckoned my powers triple my strength allowing me to tear steel from walls. My agility was heightened, allowing me to run faster and farther then ever before. My reflexes allowed me to react to things faster then any natural animal instinct could provide. Finally, my durability grew beyond any normal person's, I've had entire magazines emptied into my body, ran through burning buildings and felt countless killer blows performed and yet still I live. Am I immortal? I truly do not know.

With these new abilities I was given a mission by grand master Sensei. He instructed me to go out in search of and destroy the leader of the Damnation, a secret underground organization. Believe it or not the Damnation controls almost everything, almost every major city in the world is under their direction, they have tabs on Europe, China, South America, half of North America, and all of Japan. Japan is where it started and where the base of operations is held.

You're thinking, take out a small group, no problem. That's what I thought. It was been one year and I've barely made any progress, I've been around the world, seen innumerable faces, and slaughtered an uncountable number of foes but still nothing.

Anyway, now I've arrived at my apartment. Time to head back to Japan, so start I packing up my things and I pick one of my many false passports. The plane won't leave for another six hours and I'm out of leads. I don't have the energy to wipe the scum from the earth, nor can I sleep. I don't sleep anymore; I'm hit list of countless gangs and bounty hunters. But the real reason I don't sleep is because my dreams betray me, bring memories, false hopes, horrid longing.

Not finding any alternative I turn on the television and start looking for something to distract my thoughts.

"Its bottom of the ninth and BUZZ But Jill I don't love you any BUZZ Captain's log star date BUZZ and after brave efforts once again a dangerous scenario has been averted thanks to Ki BUZZ"

Nothing on. I guess this is the best time to take my medication. The stress of life fades away after my meds are taken and time seems to pass faster. I'm back to scratch, reality bites. But before I reach the bedroom where it is kept I hear something. No regular person could have heard it but I sensed it immediately.

Stopping in my tracks I look around to see nothing out of the ordinary. So I let out a sigh of frustration. I walk casually to the bathroom but not because I have business in there. I stop at the wall beside the door.

"So much for my meds." I say lightly.

Within an instantly a shove my hands through the six inches of plaster and clutch the flesh on the other side. Following through I yank powerfully and hurdle the hunter to the other side of the room. He slams hard into the wall and gets up in a gaze with anger in his eyes.

"Peek-a-boo." I say knowingly.

The pathetic lump of a man pulls out a samurai blade and swings it around in fashion that's supposed to intimidate me.

"And you can tell your friends to come out, I know where they are." I say unscathed.

With that four over characters emerge from "hiding places". Two wielding similar katana swords, the other two locking shotguns.

"Impress me." I suggest.

Upon those words the two gun holders each let loose a shot. I roll out of the way towards the one on the right. Getting up I perform harsh open blows to his chest sending him flying back into the bookcase. The other loser with the gun keeps firing as he runs at me. Making easy movements to avoid the rounds he continues until he's at point blank. A quick lock thrust to his throat makes him stumble back, his mouth wide open as he coughs. Meanwhile the other stooge has gotten up and has the gun pointing directly at the back of my head. With heightened speed I spin grab the barrel and shove it into the man's open mouth.

BAM

The walls of the apartment have a new grey matter paint job as the remains of the man's head scatters across the room. The man twitches uncontrollably as he realizes what he just did; I decide to end his suffering. I knock the gun out of his hand and grab his wrists; he looks down at them in confusion then up at in horror as I jump from the ground and full body kick him in the chest sending him flying through the plaster wall into the bedroom. He squirms and screams as he realizes his arms didn't follow his body. A toss his lifeless arms to the ground as his screams subside, the blood loss too much to take.

With all this taking place in less then a minute the three retards with swords just start to charge at me. Extending a hand I call a sword of my own. With a bright flash of blue light a legendary sword appears in my clenched fist. It is the lotus blade.

One of them roars at me as he swings downward with all his pathetic strength. Side stepping I hold the lotus blade out letting his sword come down on it. The man's battle cry dies instantly as he pulls back a stub of metal. He sees what use to be the tip of the blade spiraling up in the air. With a spin kick I send it bolting into his cranium. A quick gasp is all that is heard before he collapses to the ground.

The remaining two men are trying to surround me, one on the left and one on the right. With ease I deflect their attempts at hitting me before I back thrust my blade into the stomach of the one behind me. Jumping and kicking off the face of the other I turn and land on vertical body of the sword struck man. Tugging the blade out I spin back to the other one while slicing through the man from his upper left scalp to the lower right of his neck.

As the thud is heard the last of the maggots is on he ground stumbling back on the ground. He looks up at me, his right arm held up as if it would work as a shield. His whimpering is a sound beyond disgusting. I walk over him and backhand his face to silence him. With that I grab the back of his collar and start dragging him out of the apartment. As we travel down the two flights of stairs his arms and legs are flailing hysterically. Reaching the back alley I find the car that the group had obviously arrived in and open the door shoving him into the driver's seat.

"You listen up scum." I speak darkly. "You're going to live long enough to tell your boss that unless he wants to post help wanted signs for worthless pieces of shit like you he best stop wasting my time and send a real challenge to get me. Got it?"

The man looks at me trembling; he's to terrified to answer. I shove my knife through his left palm making him scream in agony.

"GOT IT?"

"YES! YES! I GOT IT!" He blubbers as he clutches his new wound.

"Better yet, you tell him that if he is a real man, he'll come get me himself."

The worm nods at me not wanting to piss me off again. With that I pick up the brick on the ground and drop it on the gas pedal and slam the door. I watch as the car bullets away down the alley, swerving violently until it straightens as the driver gains control.

Back at the apartment I can see the damage down in less than ten minutes. The value of this room had dropped. You think it's bad when you rent a room that has semen on the bed? Try walking into a room that has blood soaked floor, lower intestine coated furniture and an anterior lobe paintjob. It's best that I leave now and kill six hours elsewhere so I gather my things. But before I leave I need my medication. I walk up to the bag that's by the bed. I kick over the armless corpse that's lying on top of it.

"Well that's just perfect." I say grimily.

The blood has soaked through the bag and the meds are ruined. Looks like I'll have to pick up some before I leave in the morning. Leaving a wise pay on the counter for the damages I'm out the door and back on the streets. I throw the blood soaked bag into a bin and toss a lit match to follow. Wise lesson for those who want the life I choose, don't leave evidence.