From This Day Forth Chapter 4: and Curiouser, a kim possible fanfic

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Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I will warn that this chapter could be very confusing. Please read to the end, it will make sense by then. I hope. :)

From This Day Forth

Chapter 4: . . .and Curiouser

In a Chicagoan warehouse, two hours later

"Aahhgg!" A groggy Ron Stoppable tried to open his eyes. He winced as the bright light flooded his vision. He gave up for a moment and attempted to focus his mind. Where am I? What was I doing? Where's Kim?

His brain began hurting more than it ever had in math class trying to remember what was going on, so he quit. He vaguely remembered going on a mission with Kim. There were helicopters and scary toys and they played SOCOM 2. Why can't I remember?

Ron struggled to move around. His arms and legs felt like they were made of lead. Slowly, he began feeling sensations throughout his body. Mostly pain, but he could finally feel his back press against a cool, concrete floor. He also began to feel pressure in his left hand, like he was holding onto something.

Ron tried to open his eyes again. He succeeded and peered foggily at the ceiling. The word factory crossed his mind. Ron looked to his right. There was Rufus, shivering. Ron began moving, trying to help Rufus. As Ron brought his left hand up, he saw something shiny in his hand. After a moment, he realized that it was a knife— a blood-stained knife. Why am I holding a knife? Ron, now shaking, looked over to his left.

There was Kim. After three years of high school and all of the bullying and humiliation that went with it; after all of the times Ron wished he were dead or someone else, nothing compared to this new pain. Ron felt like his entire heart and soul was ripped out from him.

Under normal circumstances, Ron may have tried to see Kim in something more revealing. But the sight in front of him turned his stomach. She was lying on her back. Her clothes, or the tiny strips of cloth they had become, covered only here and there, and were definitely not covering what they should have been. And the blood. Ron's eyes filled with tears as he stifled back sobs. It seemed like blood had come out of every part of her body.

Ron closed his eyes, unable to view the scene before him anymore. As Ron cried to himself, he noticed that her breathing was very shallow, and that every small breath she took sounded like her last. Ron prayed fervidly that Kim make it though this alive, all the while wondering how this had happened. Ron tried to focus his mind on the events that occurred before he passed out, but dread was consuming him.

Ron began weeping and wailing as he realized the evidence pointed to one thing. I did it. I'm responsible. I stabbed her. And from the look of it, I raped her. I killed Kim Possible. My best friend. The love of my life. My girlfriend. My reason for living. Why? How? She had willingly spent the night in my arms. I have been the happiest I've ever been in my entire life. Why did I . . .? How could I have . . .? Nooooooo . . . . . .

A bright flood of red light filled the room.

---Stop---

---Rewind---

---Play---

In a Chicagoan warehouse, two hours before

Stryker, with knife in hand, walked over to Kim. As he began to kneel over her, his cell phone rang. "Yes Mr. Smith," he answered. "Do not stab her this time Mr. Stryker," Mr. Smith instructed. "Do you mean," Stryker started. Mr. Smith laughed. "I do," he answered, and promptly hung up.

Stryker, now with a big smile on his face, began whistling as he went about his job.

Two hours later

"Aahhgg!" A groggy Ron Stoppable was trying to open his eyes. He winced as the bright light flooded his vision. He gave up for a moment and attempted to focus his mind. Where am I? What was I doing? Where's Kim?

Ron tried to open his eyes again. He succeeded and peered foggily at the ceiling. The word factory crossed his mind. Ron looked to his right. There was Rufus, shivering. Ron began moving, trying to help Rufus. As Ron brought his left hand up, he saw something shiny in his hand. After a moment, he realized that it was a knife. Why am I holding a knife? Ron, now shaking, looked over to his left.

There was Kim. Under normal circumstances, Ron may have tried to see Kim in something more revealing. But the sight in front of him turned his stomach. She was lying on her back. Her clothes, or the tiny strips of cloth they had become, covered only here and there, and were definitely not covering what they should have been. Ron's eyes began to water as he witnessed the state his girlfriend was in.

Ron closed his eyes, trying to make sense of the scene before him. As Ron thought, he noticed that her breathing was very shallow. Ron prayed fervidly that Kim would be okay, all the while wondering how this had happened. Ron tried to focus his mind on the events that occurred before he passed out, but dread was consuming him.

Ron began crying as he felt the knife in his hand grow heavy. I did it. I'm responsible. I raped her. I raped Kim Possible. My best friend. The love of my life. My girlfriend. My reason for living. Why? She had willingly spent the night in my arms. She surely would have . . . Why would I?

Kim groaned internally as she began waking up. It felt like her body was weighed down by a ton of bricks. Kim attempted to move, but her efforts were in vain. As she tried to think of a plan, she realized she was cold. She began to feel the cold floor as well as a cool breeze moving over. But it was weird, because it seemed to touch every part of her body. Like I'm naked.

Kim calmed herself against fear as she tried to remember what happened. She remembered prom (and how wonderful it had been to be in Ron's arms). Is that it? Did I let Ron touch me and get to know me? Is that why I'm naked, because we... Sadness and fear swept over her. No, Ron wouldn't do that to me. And if it isn't Ron . . .

Kim slowly opened her eyes, in an attempt to calm her fears. Her vision was hazy, but she could make out the silhouette of Ron in front of her. Ron's crying. And he's holding something in his hands. As her vision grew, Kim recognized the item. And for the first time in her life, Kim began to feel real fear. Kim gave a silent gulp as she looked down at herself. She let out a gasp as she saw all the way to Florida. And there was Ron crying, with a knife in his hand.

Kim's mind drifted onto thoughts of Ron. On how upset Ron was when she literally threw twelve years of friendship to go after a synthodrone. On how his face lit up when she told him they were going to prom. On how eager and demanding, yet loving and warm, his kisses were. On when she first realized how deep his love and devotion was toward her. In every way, Ron was love incarnate to her.

But yet, here they were. Holding back her cries, Kim tested her voice. "Ron," she spoke meekly. Ron sat up and looked at her with his brown eyes that had turned grey and dull with anguish. "Why, Ron, why did you do it?" Unable to control herself any longer, Kim began to let out sobs of her own.

Ron, his mind a muddle of muckery, said the first thing on it. "Honestly, KP, I don't even remember doing it." Ron gave an ironic laugh that caused Kim to wail with pain. Realizing he has said something wrong, Ron placed his hand on Kim's knee.

"Get away from ME," Kim shrieked at the top of her lungs. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Why? Why did you do it? If you had wanted it so bad, I would have given it to you. But you had to be a bastard."

Ron's heart broke. Losing all sense of awareness, Ron began screaming back. "I didn't do it. I just couldn't have. I love you too much. Oh, God, why did this happen? What's wrong with me? KP, you have to forgive me."

Kim, in a whisper no louder than a church mouse, said, "Go away. I never want to see you again."

With those words, Ron's heart broke. A bright flood of red light filled the room.

---Stop---

---Rewind---

---Play---

In a Chicagoan warehouse, two hours before

Stryker, with knife in hand, walked over to Kim. As he began to kneel over her, his cell phone rang. "Yes Mr. Smith," he answered. "Mr. Stryker, do not stab her and do not get carried away," Mr. Smith instructed. "Leave some room for doubt." Mr. Smith hung up. Stryker stared at his phone.

Stryker, with a smile forming on his face, began whistling as he went about his job.

Two hours later

Ron tried to open his eyes again. He succeeded and peered foggily at the ceiling. The word factory crossed his mind. Ron looked to his right. There was Rufus, shivering. Ron began moving, trying to help Rufus. As Ron brought his left hand up, he saw something shiny in his hand. After a moment, he realized that it was a knife. Why am I holding a knife? Ron, now shaking, looked over to his left.

There was Kim. And she's been attacked. Her mission shirt had been slashed open, revealing her black bra. There was a tiny spot of dried blood on her stomach. Ron stared at her stomach, lost in a trance. Something about that made his head hurt, like it did on his last English test. Ron forgot all about the knife in his hand.

He tried to remember where he was and what he was doing. He remembered the Diablos, Drakken, and Eric. He remembered the prom, and last night, and even spending the morning on Kim's bed. But none of those events explained why he was lying on a cement floor in some factory. Nor why Kim was attacked.

Kim groaned internally as she began waking up. It felt like her body was weighed down by a ton of bricks. Kim attempted to move, but her efforts were in vain. As she tried to think of a plan, she wondered why her stomach was cold. She remembered being so warm in Ron's embrace that this coldness bothered her greatly.

Kim struggled to get up, but she felt like she weighed more than DNAmy, post gorillafication. She then tried opening her eyes.

Kim's vision was hazy, but she could make out the silhouette of Ron in front of her. As her vision grew, Kim realized that Ron had a knife in his hand. Kim gave a silent gulp as she looked down at herself. She let out a gasp as she saw the front of her shirt torn open.

But yet, here they were. Keeping here voice steady, Kim spoke Ron's name out loud. Ron opened his eyes and looked at Kim. "Kim," Ron yelled with relief, "You're okay!" "Ron," Kim yelled angrily, "What's going on? Why am I lying on the floor half-naked and why are you holding that knife!"

Ron gaped at Kim as he realized what she was insinuating. "KP, I can't remember anything that happened. The last thing I remember is you and I sitting in your bed. I have no clue why we're lying on this floor, or why you're naked, or why I have this knife in my hand. I think it has something to do with that blood on your stomach."

Kim looked down at her self again. There was a small wound that looked an awful lot like a . . . needle puncture? When did that happen? Suddenly, the memory of Stryker rubbing up against her and then stabbing her flooded her mind.

"Oh! I remember now. The helicopter ride, Stryker, the injection." Upon hearing these words, Ron's mind freed the knowledge of the past few hours. "Oh, yeah. Wait. Didn't Stryker say that the goop he shot us with was supposed to kill us?" "Something must be wrong with it," Kim answered thoughtfully. "Or maybe he's playing a game with us."

Somewhere in Montana

Stryker walked through the compound doors. The metal doors slammed close after him. He made his way down the main corridor to the end, where ornate wooden doors blocked his path. After waiting a moment in front of watchful security cameras, the doors swung open and admitted Stryker into Mr. Smith's office.

Mr. Smith sat at his desk, typing away at his computer. As Stryker approached, Mr. Smith looked up and smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Stryker, we have succeeded in step one." Mr. Smith held out a piece of paper. Stryker took it and smiled as he read. It was the mission objectives, but it had been updated twice. It included the results of the previous attempts. "So, Stoppable altered the time line twice so that his beloved Kim would be safe." Mr. Smith answered, "So it would seem."

Stryker then asked, "What of the search for the Tempus Simia?" "We have found it." Mr. Smith gave a pause. "Or, I should say we have found HIM." Stryker looked puzzled. Mr. Smith answered his unspoken questions. "It seems that Ron Stoppable has had previous contact with the Tempus Simia. He perhaps even destroyed it. Or someone else may have destroyed it. What matters is that those possessing the Mystical Monkey Powers have gained the Simia's powers over time."

Mr. Smith then addressed Stryker as a general would his soldiers. "Mr. Stryker, I wish for you to gather up Lord Monty Fiske. Approach him with a business proposition, and force him to take the deal if he resists. I'm finalizing the preparations for bringing in Ronald Stoppable. Oh, and tell Cypher to give the little computer boy a present. I have a feeling he might be in a talkative mood."

Middleton Hospital

It had been at least two hours before Kim and Ron had regained their motor skills. Rufus had awakened and recovered before them and was able to contact Wade and get them a ride. Wade seemed on the verge of tears when he learned what happened, but the transmission strangely cut out at the end of the conversation.

Kim's mom insisted on getting the two heroes examined for whatever toxin they were injected with, but the doctors failed to find anything out of the ordinary, with the exception of the puncture wounds on their abdomens.

Sunday evening, Possible residence

By the time the doctors had finished examining them, it was 3 a.m. Mrs. Possible offered to let Ron sleep on Kim's floor so they could get their sleep. After getting up late (and receiving glares from Mr. Possible), Kim and Ron spent the day hanging out. As Kim's very strange boyfriend finished off the last of the pizza with her brothers, Kim smiled to herself. I can't believe how – normal – this is. I guess that's the best part of dating your best friend. You're already past the awkward parts. Then Kim thought about school tomorrow. I really hope Ron keeps his ego in check, 'cuz I really don't need to deal with both Bonnie and Ron.

Kim and Ron finished their evening with a movie before James sternly ordered Ron to go home. Kim and Ron stood on the front porch for a moment. "Ron, tomorrow at school, do you think that you could keep your self under control." "What do ya mean, KP?" "Well, whenever something awesome happens to you, you sort of – get a big head."

"Well, why don't I want to announce it to the entire world that I have the best girlfriend in the world," Ron said in his usual goofy manner? "Because I'm asking you not to, Ron," said Kim a sincere and loving voice. That stopped Ron in his victory celebration. "Alright, KP. If you want humble, I'm your man." Kim smiled and gave Ron a deep kiss.

"Booyah," Ron said softly.

BONUS SECTION entitled What Just Happened.

This is for anyone who just got royally confused at this chapter. Future chapters will explain what happened, but those chapters might be months away, so here's this little section for those who would like an explanation now.

First, we have three DIFFERENT scenes in the warehouse. At first glance it may look like I accidentally hit the copy button too many times, but each section is different for a reason. At the end of chapter three, Stryker completes his objective, which was to injure, maim, and utterly destroy Kim, while framing Ron for the job. His purpose wasn't necessarily to kill her, just to test how far Ron could be pushed to the limits before breaking.

The flash of red light at the end of the first two sequences is Ron desperately using the Tempus Simia's powers to save his beloved Kim. He does not know he has the power, nor does he know what he's doing, but in his heart he knows that Kim has been hurt beyond all repair, and somehow he has to save her.

The time warp effect goes back to the last time Kim was safe, which was right before Stryker began to slash her. He had threatened that the chemical agent he injected the three with would kill them, but that was just a ruse. It played merry hob with their memories and their muscles, but nothing more.

So, Stryker nearly kills Kim, and the thought of losing Kim sets off Ron. Time rewinds to the last point in time she was safe. And here we start round two.

How Mr. Smith knows what he knows will be answered later. But not now.

But, he does somehow know that Stryker did too much. So he instructs him not to stab her. Instead of death, now he's setting up Ron for rape. Now the scene plays out different. Kim isn't on the verge of death, so she wakes up and finds herself nearly naked. Remember the chemical agent they were injected with. Normally, I believe she would have seen thought the façade, but her mind is slower than molasses, and both she and Ron have to accept what they see at face value. Thus Kim thinks he raped her. Again, the chemical agent slows down muscle response as well as nerve feelings. So she wouldn't be able to feel her lower body to know that nothing happened. Also, I didn't define this very well in my story, but Kim and Ron are lying on the ground the entire time through all three scenes. They have limited head and arm movements, but neither has regained any other motor skills yet

The reason why I believe that Ron rewound time again is for the simple fact that he thinks he hurt Kim beyond all repair, and that he's truly lost her. Throughout the series, Ron was always in danger of losing Kim as a girlfriend, but even with all of his antics, he was never in danger of losing her as a friend, even during STD.

So, Ron rewinds for take number three. This time, despite the knife and the cut open shirt, neither Kim nor Ron is emotionally vexed. Since they aren't on emotional overload, they have more time to be able to think out what has occurred. As a result, they have time to break through the chemicals blocking their memories and remember the mission. Thus, Ron still has his Kim, and there is no longer a need for a time warp.

Remember though, that all of this has taken place in less than a day after prom. By my timeline, assuming Prom was a Friday night, because I want it to be, they would have been contacted by Wade around 11 am , kidnapped about four hours later, Rufus would have contacted around 6, they would have been back in Middleton around 10 or 11 at night, and then released 3 am Sunday morning. I write this because at least one reader wondered why Wade sold them out. Simply put, he's an 11 year-old boy who just had a gun pushed up the backside of his skull. He contacts Kim in the helicopter on their way there and then Rufus gets a hold of him later. The memory of that gun is still very real in his mind. I do believe that Wade would have told them when Rufus called, but unfortunately the connection was lost. (Hint Hint)

I hope this helps some. I know there are still more questions that need answered, but I have to leave something to write about.

Peace and Love.