OK, the usual disclaimer: I don't own Kim possible or any related characters, they are the rights of Disney, not me. (Is this really needed?) Right, my thanks to everyone who has read this so far, your comments have been inspiring (really, i want to write more of this now.) Warning: this chapter didn't turn out as well as I like, but oh well. May come back to it and add more at a later date. Enjoy.
"Can't hear you! Later, KP!" Ron shouted as he sped away from the beautiful figure that stood fuming on her driveway. Ron turned his attention forwards, intent on getting home as soon as possible. Booya! I have a date tomorrow! Ron Stoppable has a date with Kim Possible, he thought, getting so excited that he nearly leaped off his scooter.
Ron somehow managed to stall the engine when he reached the first junction. He blushed under his helmet as a driver behind him sounded his horn impatiently. How did I stall this thing? It shouldn't be possible! Ah, Kim, his thoughts went back to his recently acquired girlfriend, once again, Booya!
Ron couldn't stop himself smiling as he rounded the gentle corner that led to his street. Slowing down and indicating left, Ron pulled into his driveway, stopping next to his dad's car. He pulled off his helmet before dismounting. A sharp gust of cold air sliced into the air as the sun dipped lower behind the horizon. The sky became a fiery red, tinged with a purple shade nearer the point at which the sun was descending.
Ron slipped his key into the front door. He tried turning the key, but found it wouldn't budge. Cocking an eyebrow slightly, he gently pushed on the door. It swung open with a hushed creak. Odd, mom normally locks the door even if someone's in the house. Maybe she forgot. He wasn't entirely convinced at his own thought: his mom was so compulsive about certain things; it was a difficult thing to imagine that she may forget to lock the house door.
It was when Ron found the light switches didn't work that he knew something was wrong. Dad would have lit some candles. Ron tip-toed into the lounge, looking through the failing sunlight for some sort of sign. Calm down Ron, they could have just gone out for a walk. But mom would definitely have locked the door if they'd done that. A small sense of panic began in his chest, creeping upwards and outwards until he could feel it in his arms and neck. Looking to the right, he gasped as he saw a large rip in the sofa.
"Mom, dad?" he shouted, running through to the kitchen.
Silence. Except for something…so quiet he could barely hear it. Some kind of soft, hushed sound, like a breeze through leaves or…breath through a cloth! Ron span on the spot, and looked straight into a pair of hazel brown eyes.
"Monkey!" Ron screamed, jumping back from the black-clad simian hanging from the light on the ceiling. Ron turned, and was greeted by two more of the ninja primates. He cried out and stumbled over, caught off guard, and fell behind the kitchen counter. "What the hell are monkeys doing in my house?" he said aloud. He gasped, eyes widening in fear and dread as a small tremble began in his legs. "Monkey Fist!"
"You called?" a smug voice called out. Ron leaped to his feet, facing the genetically altered English noble.
"I knew it!" Ron said, trying to make his voice sound braver than he felt. "Why are you here?"
"Simple: I'm here to destroy you, Ron Stoppable!"
Ron smiled slightly. "You're still the only villain to remember my name, kudos to you."
Monkey Fist growled. "You can joke if you wish, but I am here to finish the one thing that I have never succeeded in: becoming the one and only master of the mystical powers of Tae Shing Peck War!"
"Dude, I never wanted the powers in the first place! If you hadn't been all crazy and tried to kill me, I would never have got the powers!"
Fist bristled with anger. "You were the one who came snooping around my home!"
Ron was becoming equally angry, though the presence of monkeys in his kitchen was making him feel nervous. "You told me about your monkey idol things, I had no idea until you actually spelled it out for me!"
"What do you mean?"
"Dude, come on, don't you ever talk to the other major super villains?" Ron asked, folding his arms and tapping a finger on his chest. "I'm pretty much clueless when it comes to these types of things."
"Enough!" yelled the dark-haired martial artist. "You will surrender to me!" he demanded, holding out a furry hand and holding palm upwards, before closing the fist as if squashing a small insect.
Ron glanced at the three monkey ninjas that had taken up positions in the kitchen that left him cut off from any escape route. "Or?" he asked.
His face paled when a small group of monkey ninjas dragged two inert forms out of a door nearby. "Mom, dad!" he shouted.
Fist laughed. "I have your family, Stoppable!"
Damnit, think before speaking! Oh god, mom, dad! What do I do? If I surrender, he'll leave them alone. Wait, this is fist, he's evil! He'll take them all the same! Oh no, dad's eyes are red, he's reacting to the monkey fur!
Ron gulped, before altering his stance. He placed his left leg behind him slightly, bending the knee as he raised an arm and held it, palm facing towards his enemy, whilst the other was held at eye level. "No way."
Fist indulged himself with a small smile. "Oh so very brave of you, if very foolish. Monkey ninjas, attack!"
Ron fought every urge that told his body to flee before the terrifying primates that swiftly moved towards him. Monkeys, monkeys, monkeys, monkeys he thought in near panic as they approached. Gulping again, he shifted his weight forwards and down, bending his forwards right leg. He pressed himself against the floor as the monkey that had been hanging from the light careened past his head. Pushing down with his hands, he brought himself back to a standing position. He gasped and brought his arm up quickly, shielding his head from a kick. Ron stepped backwards, and felt a solid pressure collide with his back. He cried out, falling forwards and onto the floor as another leg swept his feet out from under him.
No, he thought. He swung his legs around, and thrust them straight up. He was rewarded with a shrill scream as his feet connected with the ninja primate that had been diving towards his prone form. He didn't bother looking as his attacker crashed through a window: he still had to deal with two others. Getting back into the fighting stance, he beckoned the other two forwards. The monkeys glanced at each other, and then dashed forwards. One dove straight at Ron. He raised his arm again, the two small fists impacting with a shocking force against his forearm. He twisted his arm around slightly, his hand completely engulfing the small wrist. He shuddered as the fur made contact with his skin, every fibre in his being wanting to squirm away from the disgusting sensation. But he gripped tighter and turned around sharply. The victim of his attack shrieked in surprise as it was swung round several time, before being launched. There was a loud thud as it went straight into a cupboard, the wood cracking as the form impacted with great force.
The third monkey had taken this opportunity to get behind Ron. Waiting until Ron had just let his companion go, the ninja swept in. Using his tail as a counterbalance, he leaped right whilst leaning in to the left, towards Ron, before leaping high into the air. Ron looked up as two simian feet collided with his chest, thrusting him down onto the floor. The blond haired boy rolled over and scrambled to his feet, swinging a wild fist that his enemy easily dodged.
Damn, I can't win if I just punch blindly! Ron steadied himself and brought a knee slowly up towards his chest. He stretched his left arm forwards, the palm pointing outwards, whilst his right arm dropped to his side, bent at the elbow and ready to strike. The primate ahead of him leapt up, trying to kick Ron in the chest again. Just as he was about to connect, Ron quickly leant backwards, bending as far as his spine would allow. As his right hand touched the ground to prevent him falling over, he brought his bent leg up as far as he could, his foot just connecting with the monkey's head. He leant slightly to the right and brought his stretched left arm up, grabbing the monkey's tail as it dropped, and hurled it to the other side of the room, where it dropped next to its previously fallen comrade.
The blond teen turned again, and was met with a large fist to the side of the face. He cried out as he fell backwards, his head colliding solidly with the table behind him. Ron sank to the ground, his back sliding down a cold table leg. He groaned as he lay there, on the freezing, dark surface of the linoleum floor. Brown eyes turned to regard a large form looming in front of him. The figure bent down.
"And so it ends, Ron Stoppable," Fist said to his fallen opponent. "I admit, I was surprised at how you dispatched three of my ninjas, so I had to step in." He smiled, baring his teeth, and Ron was dimly aware that the fear in his mind had cleared. The monkeys scared him; Fist terrified him, but his parents were in trouble. "And now, it is time for your life to end!" And so was he.
Monkey Fist slammed his open palm into Ron's chest. Ron cried out sharply as the pressure nearly cracked a rib. He gasped in pain as the villain grinned, drawing his arm back and striking again. Ron cried out again as he felt his chest throb and bruise, the brutal attacks draining him of his ability and his very will to fight back. Monkey Fist moved his face closer to Ron's.
"And so it ends, as they say, not with a bang, but a whimper!" he said sardonically.
The muscles in his neck all expelled as much energy as they could manage, the veins in his neck all bulging for a brief instant as Ron used the last of his strength to make one last, desperate attack. His head snapped forward, and smashed painfully into Monkey Fist's face. A scream of pain and rage was followed by the genetically altered human clutching his face and staggering backwards as blood seeped through his fingers. Ron watched through the pain in his forehead and chest as Fist, still clutching his nose with one hand, pointed at him.
"You will pay for that!" he screamed madly. He turned to the remaining ninjas that were guarding the inert forms of Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable. "Bring them!" He left, the monkeys obeying his command and following with the two human forms.
Ron tried to stand, clutching the table for support. He tried to walk forwards, but the strength fled from his body as he once again fell to the floor. Fighting off tears, he crawled painfully slowly towards the far wall and, summoning any reserves of strength he could, stood, leaning heavily against the wall. He dialled a number.
He heard the ringing, and then a sweet voice answered, "This is Kim."
"Hey Kim," Ron managed to choke back.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Kim asked, obvious concern in her voice.
Ron finally broke down, his emotions overriding his mind as he cried. "Oh God, Kim, he took my parents! Monkey Fist took my parents!" He finally collapsed to the floor, exhausted, the phone left to dangle on its cord.