Evolution: Middleton Monster
Emotional Freefall
By Noveler00
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the characters of Kim Possible or X-Men Evolution, so don't sue you won't get much. I write fanfics for the pure enjoyment for all, without any profit. Enjoy.
AN: The previous chapter and this chapter use to be one whole chapter, but it got too long so I had to chop it. Both chapter ended up being longer than I expected, but its all good, I'm getting the details in. I do have a reason why Ron is acting so... bold. I'll be explaining it later as the fic progressed (I also hope that I can remember that reason as this fic moves on). I like to to be clever or cryptic with titles, but when I don't want to think, I'll just be blunt with it. This chapter was originally going tobe called "Just a Girl" but things didn't play like planned so I had to come up with a new one. I thought of this title as I was typing the end of this chapter, I think its good. :) One more thing I had to edit the prologue (aka chapter 1) slightly. Basically I switched the names of the two football players, Jason is now the QB and Jeff is the centerline-man.
Ron's strange new behavior was still on Kim's mind. Kim would like to have put it aside but they shared every class together. Even after school, she couldn't avoid him.
Cheer practice, everyone was there to get ready for the game tomorrow. Ron was no exception as he made his presence known by weaving between the girls, in uniform as they tried to get themselves ready for a cheer. He did reframe from going into his Mad Dog shake until he was away from the girl, but it wouldn't save from the foaming splatter as it flew from the mouth of the mask.
"Ron," said Kim with a stern voice.
"Yah," said Ron turning to her. He found that Kim and the rest of the squad were gazing at him with evil intent. "Well hello ladies," his happy demeanor was unchanged.
"I think you've had enough practice for today," said Kim.
"You can never have enough practice KP. I need to be refining my mad dog essence. I was born for this."
"Yes, Ron," Kim walked up to Ron and helped take off his headpiece. "You were born for this," she took him by the arm, and began to escort him to the sideline benches. "That means you don't need as much practice as we do. So why don't you take a seat and conserve your energy."
"Whatever you say KP," said Ron with a hearty smile.
Kim smile back before turning back toward the rest of the squad. Before she could take a step she gasped. Ron, once again padded her on the butt. She turned back to him to find him with a smile of a guilty sneak.
Kim felt that Ron's recent and bold actions were somewhat troubling and a bit annoying. However, a part of her seemed to like the act. She returned his smile with one of her own, but her smile spoke of dastardly revenge, payback for Ron's bold acts. Ron welcomed it.
Kim began walking back to the rest of the squad. Her dastardly smile had a difficult time to fading, but as she approached the squad, it quickly disappeared. The other girls began to crowd her, their face showed a sense of wonder and excitement. Her smile replaced with embarrassment. What Ron did was in full view of the rest of the squad. He didn't attempt to hide his actions. He just did it. Slowly questions began to rise from the pack of girls. Kim was too embarrassed to hear the questions fully or even to respond, but one voice broke through.
"You could get him expelled for that," shrilled Bonnie. All eyes turned toward to her as she gave Kim a stare of superiority. Kim's embarrassment washed away, replaced with a glare at Bonnie that equaled the brunette.
"Oh, come on Bonnie," said Kim. "It was just some harmless fun."
"You can't be enjoying this?"
Kim suddenly grinned with a show of confidence, "What's the matter Bonnie jealous that Brick doesn't give you enough attention."
"First of all, I get all the attention I want from Brick."
"Yah, when he's not hanging with the guys or watching football."
"Yah, well at least I'm not dating a loser." All eyes quickly turned to Kim. "That's right. Possible and Stoppable are dating. Don't deny it. He asked you out and you said yes!"
Kim wanted to deny Bonnie's accusation; it was almost a reflex response whenever the concept came up. Even Ron would have done the same. Bonnie was right thou. He did ask her our and she did say yes.
"Yes Bonnie," said Kim with a solid voice, "Ron did ask me out, and I agreed to go with him. I mean it isn't like we do go out all the time."
"But this time it's for real. A date," Bonnie had spoken the word as if it were sacred. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life."
Bonnie was quickly drowned out as the rest of the squad crowded around Kim bombarding her with questions. Many were questions about the date, "We're meeting at Bueno Nacho…" Others were about Ron, "He asked this morning…" Some were asking about private matters that they didn't need to know, "I don't… NO!" Kim answered as best as she could, but they came in too fast and she was stumbling over them.
Everyone knew about Kim, bold, athletic, and a hero. Everyone knew about Ron, goof, klutz, and has a naked mole rat. Different as night and day, one of the few things Kim and Bonnie would reluctantly agree on. It would be blasphemy if they became a couple, but apparently, everyone else believed they were already a couple. Kim was enjoying the unexpected attention, where Bonnie couldn't stand for it.
A commotion had suddenly occurred away from the cheerleaders. Tara was the first to react outside distraction and slowly brought its attention to the rest of the girls
"Oh no," said Tara with a sadden voice. "They did it again."
All the cheerleaders turned to see what Tara had seen. Ron was knocked off the bench he sat at. Every one of them knew what had happened; the football was enough evidence to understand.
"What a loser," said Bonnie giving of a smirk. Kim immediately threw a glare at Bonnie that could set her into flames.
Kim turned back when Ron got up, but something was different. He was tense, Kim could tell after he picked up the football. He grabbed it was force, as an angry person would. Then he started walking toward the two football players. Kim knew them, Jeff, he's the guy that gives the ball to the quarterback in a game. He was a big guy that likes to throw his weight around, literally and figuratively. Jason, the second-string quarterback, he's got moves and a good arm. The one thing the keeps him from starting instead of Brick was his bad attitude. They weren't exactly model students; they were more borderline bullies. Since Ron had joined the cheer squad, they had made Ron a source of entertainment.
Ron didn't just walk toward them, he stormed his way to them. When he got halfway to them, he raised his arm and threw the football. It didn't wobble through the air as it normally did for Ron. It didn't even arch through the air. It just flew straight. Jason didn't see it coming. The ball nailed him in the chest hard enough to knock him off his feet.
"It's no funny when it happens to you now is it," shouted Ron with a voice of wrath. Kim had never heard Ron sound like this. It bothered her at how much anger was in his voice.
"You're going to pay for that,' exclaimed Jeff as he started marching over to Ron.
"Bring it on," replied Ron waving his hands toward himself to entice the big man more. "I can take you."
"Oh my god" spoke one of the cheer leaders her voice gripped in fear, "they're going to fight."
It was unmistakable; Ron was on a collision course with one of the largest players on the team. What made it worse was that the rest of the team started swarming in to back up their teammate. Other people who were around the area, mostly students, began converging on the two combatants' position. Then the chant began, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Kim had to stop downward spiral of violence before things got out of hand. She could see the coaches moving in on the situation, even Mr. Barkin was closing in on the situation. Kim moved racing to intercept the inevitable clash. Kim didn't exactly remember what she did to get there, but she had reached them just in time.
"Knock it off both of you," shouted Kim placing both hand against their chests halting them. She looked at Jeff first, her face held a look of fierce determination, then to Ron, "Ron, come with me." Kim attempted to grab Ron's shirt to pull him away.
Ron just batted her hand away before she could get a hold, "Stay out of this Kim." Ron nearly knocked Kim down as he lunged past her to get to Jeff swinging his fist as he did. Ron would have hit Jeff if he hadn't stepped back out of instinct.
Jeff retaliated, thrusting both arms forward, striking Ron in the chest. Ron was practically launched, flying backward onto his back. Jeff wasn't going to stop there, Ron took a swing at him and he wasn't going to let it pass. Jeff stepped up to begin the beating process to Ron.
Kim intercepted Jeff again putting her hand against his chest to halt his progress. Jeff toppled backward when she made contact. He held his chest for a moment; it had felt like some had just driven a helmet into his chest at a full charge. It was a painful experience luckily his padding absorbed most of the blow.
Kim paused for a moment looking at Jeff. She barely touched him, but he flew back as if she had tackled him. He flew back further than Ron did. Before she could even begin to think about what had happened Ron walked past her. She quickly grabbed the back of his shirt as he walked past. "Come with me," her voice was quick and stern.
The fabric could be heard tearing as Kim pulled Ron away from the gathering of students. Ron struggled for a bit before he was able to release Kim's grip.
"What are you doing?" shouted Ron turning to Kim.
"I can be asking you the same thing?" shouted back Kim
"Those two had it coming."
"Yes, they deserve to be punished for all the people that they hurt, but fighting them won't solve anything."
"It's the only thing they'll understand. You can't talk to them, or snitch, that'll brand you for life. They only understand the tougher guy, Kim."
"You can't just pick a fight with just them; you would have to fight the whole team. Friend or foe, they stick together."
"What about you Kim? You're my friend, why didn't you stick up for me."
"Don't change the subject, Ron. This is about you and this about your sudden attitude."
"Oh,' exclaimed Ron throwing his hands up, "I defend myself once, and now I have an attitude. What about you Kim, you and your attitude?"
"Don't change the subject…" Ron cut her off before she could finish.
"You're not perfect Kim."
"Ron!"
"You're stubborn, bossy, and possessive."
"What?" Kim was in absolute shock. "I am not…"
"Yes, you are Kim. You never listen to me, especially on missions. You're always telling me what to do. You can't stand someone being better than you are, at anything. Do you know how embarrassing it is to being rescued all the time by a girl? I am not a damsel in distress."
Kim was shocked; he just called her a 'girl'. "Since when I'm I just a girl, Ron?" she asked nearly at the top of her lungs. "I baby-sit, help old ladies cross the street, do other people grocery shopping, oh lets not forget I save lives and the world on a weekly basis."
"You know, that's just it. Guys don't like a girl that's stronger than them. Guys watch you judo some dude twice your size and it scares them."
"I suppose you are an expert on being scared," Kim started poking Ron pressing with every statement she made. "After all you're always running from the fight, that's why I save you all the time. Lets not stop there, oh no, you're clumsy, two left feet, and I'm tired of getting my toes stepped on. You have a hairless rodent for pet. Oh, why don't you try investing in a belt? It's annoying the first time you lost your pants and it's still annoying, now."
Kim suddenly felt a tight grip on the wrist of the hand poking Ron. It didn't take Kim long to realized that Ron had grabbed it. Kim managed to turn her hand over so that she was grabbing his wrist. Quickly, Kim turned around to get the leverage needed to throw Ron over her shoulder. The action was on impulse, she felt threatened and reacted.
Kim was staring at a stunned Ron, before she realized what she had done. Fear and panic managed to consume her. She had just taken down her best friend, in front of all their peers and instructors. Shock had befuddled the onlookers, even Bonnie was surprised by the turn of events. Mr. Barkin was the closest to them there was shock on his face for a moment; his grizzled stone face quickly reemerged.
"Possible," called out Mr. Barkin at the top of his lungs, "You are suspended. Go home, now! And don't bother showing up for the game tomorrow either. Your cheerleader activities are revoked."
Kim tried covering herself, trying to hide the shame and guilt of her actions. She couldn't, her actions were like a beacon, turning night into day with every pulse. Although shame and guilt were things she hadn't experienced before, they were still very alien to her.
Kim made her way to her things on the sidelines and quickly gathered them. Rufus ran up to her and began squeaking away at her, but she paid no attention to him. She finished gathering her belonging when she heard a familiar and sinister voice.
"See you at Bueno Nacho," teased Bonnie.
Kim walked up to Bonnie with her head lowered, but when she looked up her expression almost caused Bonnie to jump back. Anger, hate and wrath burned from Kim's eyes, glaring fiercely at Bonnie. When she raised her head Kim also brought her hand up to slap Bonnie, but she stopped. It shocked Bonnie at how close Kim's hand came to her face before it stopped. Her eyes were locked on Kim's hand breathing heavily as she watched it closed up and slowly went down.
Her hand had returned to her side. Kim felt it brimming with some unknown force that Kim wished she could have unleashed across Bonnie's face. It wouldn't help her at all. It would just make things worse. 'No more violence,' said Kim within the confines of her own mind.
"You are an evil person," said Kim with malice. "You have no compassion and no heart. It's no wonder you live a miserable life."
Kim left Bonnie without words, making her way to the girls' locker room to gather the rest of her things. She was partly blinded from the tears she was trying to hold back, it had caused her to stumble into a trashcan near the locker-room doors. Still angered by Bonnie she slapped the container away and continued her way to the locker-room. Thou she didn't pay much attention to it, the brimming force she felt in her hand had vanished.
The tin trash bin flipped and tumbled inches above the concrete, sending it contents in every which direction until finally landing in a grassy area. The distance it traveled was far greater than anyone could throw it. The metal bin was disfigured from its travel, an area near it top was partially caved-in, as if a force had struck it to making the metal bend into itself.
Kim was on her bed, her knee up to her chest, the black sweet pants completely covered the pink heart that was centered in the middle of the dark green tank she wore. She had huddled over her knees with her arms loosely wrapped around them. Her head hung staring aimlessly into the opposing wall. She thought again, not of the events of them day, not the entire day. She thought about Ron and their fight. Sure, they had fought before, mostly about some petty things. They both had their fair share of wins and losses. She mostly won.
The things Ron said didn't hurt her as much him saying it in front of their peers. It was private information that other people didn't need to know. Ron didn't attack her with embarrassing acts; he attacked her character, stubborn, bossy, and possessive. Was this what Ron felt about her? How long had he been feeling this? Why would he bring it up now? The questions piled up as she continued to think about it.
Their fights had never gone beyond the war of words. Never had their fights gone physical, although Kim was guilty of poking him with her finger from time to time. She so high-strung, so excited that when he grabbed her wrist Kim took it as an act of violence against her. She could still feel the irritation burn from where she twisted her hand in Ron's grip. When she saw Ron lying on the ground, she know a line had been crossed that shouldn't had been.
Adding more fuel to the fire, it happened in front of their classmates and instructors. Mr. Barkin alone was like adding jet fuel into the mix. She had been suspended for the first time, from school and the squad. Bonnie must be jumping for joy, she thought.
The phone began to ring. It didn't startled Kim, it had rung on and off since the incident at practice. Kim had to turn off her cell phone and unplug the phone in her room so that she had quiet place to ponder, but she could still hear the ringing through the wall.
Kim's mother was kind enough to answer the phone and take down messages. Concerned friends and classmates didn't leave much in the way of messages. They all wanted to know what happened, when they couldn't get that, they just replied with a, 'Call me back.'
A knock came at her door," Kimmie," came her mother's voice, "its Ron."
Kim picked herself and slowly strode to the door. She opened the door finding her mother with worry written all over her face. She had every right to be, her daughter came home on the verge of tears, her friends and classmates continued to call.
A cordless phone was clutched in Mrs. Possible's hands; she held it out to her daughter. Kim took the phone and looked at it for a moment. The day's events replayed themselves in her mind. Ron was acting weirder than normal, but then again since when did Ron act normal. He had taken her across a broad spectrum of emotion. Ron flirted with her, asked her out, and made her feel so happy. Then he attacked her, not with his fist but with words. All that he had said easily bounced off her harmlessly, except the girl remark. It was the trigger the pushed her to fight back.
Kim couldn't bring herself to speak to Ron, not after what he said. She couldn't talk to Ron, not after what she did. Kim's finger searched the button pad until it found the off button, and pressed it.
"I don't want to talk to Ron right now," she said with a humbled voice. She handed the phone back to her mother and slowly closed the door behind her.
Time became an illusion as the evening progressed. Kim couldn't stop thinking about today. She watched it as the events as they played, review some scenes over and over to find something wrong, jumping from scene to scene to make some sort of connection. It was like watching security tapes in her mind and she was the guard reviewing them.
The phone rang again. It rang once before she heard her mother pick it up. Shortly after the phone rang the Kimmunicator went off, 'Beep, beep-beep, beep!'It went off a couple more times before Kim managed to answer it.
"What's the sitch Wade," she voiced with a smile, but her depression spoke volumes.
No jokes, no anecdotes, no clever remarks, Wade just came out and said, "It's Ron."
"I don't want to talk about him Wade." Kim places the blue device on her bed away from her.
"This is serious Kim," Wade had begun shouting, excited about something. "He's missing."
"What?" shouted Kim snapping her out of her depression; bring the Kimmunicator to her face.
"There was a 9-1-1 call from Ron's house, and I'm getting all kinds of police radio traffic from his place. He's missing and they think some creature is responsible."
Suddenly the door to her room opened. Kim jerked her head to find her mother. "Mom," she asked, her voice almost struggled with the word.
"It's Ron," her mother said with a voice of concern. "Something's happened to him."
Everything stopped at that moment. Kim became numb to the world. She was unable to sense or feel anything except for the throbbing pain in the deep in her heart.
When she caught up to the world, Kim found herself in her mother's station wagon pulling up to Ron's house. Uniform officers and detectives surrounded it. The house was showered in flashing red and blue lights from the half dozen squad cars and several unmarked cars.
The moment the car stopped Kim threw the door open and bolted out, but she was jerked back into her seat. Her seat belt prevented her from flying out the car. In a panic, she fussed and fumbled with the buckle trying to undo it. She finally managed to unbuckle herself from the car and darted out.
"Kim, wait!" shouted her mother trying to call her back.
Kim raced her way to the police scene, but an uniformed officer intercepted her.
"Whoa, whoa there," exclaimed the officer held Kim back. "I can't let you go in there."
"You have to let me in," shouted Kim. She looked past at the house, "Ron!"
"This is a crime scene, I can't let you in."
A man, in a heavy trench coat sporting a detective's badge, walked up to the commotion. At one glance, he knew what was wrong.
"Let her go officer," said the detective.
"But sir…" replied the officer.
"Let her go!" The detective reached over and pulled the officer's hand away from Kim. Kim quickly maneuvered around him and made her way to the house.
"Sir?" The officer give an inquisitive glance at the detective.
"That was Kim Possible."
"Really? I thought she was taller."
As Kim made her way to the house, she grabbed the attention of every individual at the scene. She charged into the house, fortunately the front door was opened so didn't have to struggle with it. She didn't hesitate when she entered the household, instantly making her way for the stairs. Up the stair, she dashed through the hallway to Ron's room, almost knocking down an investigator in the process. The door to his room was wide opened. She looked inside.
Ron's room was a maelstrom of destruction. Little trinkets that once sat on shelves and the tops of dressers had been thrown about and smashed. His bed, dresser, and other pieces of furniture were clawed and slashed as were the walls. This computer monitor was smashed and it hung off the side of his desk by its cables. The floor and ceiling weren't spared from the devastation. The window to his room blew in the cold autumn night through its shattered frame.
Ron and a creature, Kim was suddenly taken back to the mission last night. Monkey was nearly killed, now the creature came back for Ron. Who would be next?
Kim finally broke down, the emotional rollercoaster she was one finally came to a crash stop. She came to her knee, unable to keep herself up. She braced herself with the door, letting her arm lean up against it as high as her shaken body would let it.
No words could begin to express the deep pain of fear and guilt Kim felt. Ron was gone and the last thing she did was hang up on him. She will never get a chance to explain herself or say sorry to him. She would never see him again. The good times and the bad were nothing more than a memory. The emotions they shared would never be again. Ron had been such huge factor in her life Kim never realized what it would be like if he were gone. It was a deep pain that no one should have to feel.
Kim brought her other hand to cover her face as the tears began to flow more profusely. She grew numb to the world again, except for the cold breeze from the shattered window and sounds of her own weeping.
AN: I had considered starting the crossover, or started mentioning the other show in this chapter. I declined to do it for 2 reasons; 1. this chapter was getting too long. 2. I thought it would work better in the next chapter. Oh, if any of you hate me for what I did to Kim:) I like doing emotional drama, but I do realize I can over do it, and I came bore readers with it. Next random thought, I purposely excluded Ron's thoughts and take of things in this chapter because I'm going to show them in the next chapter. The next chapter will overlap this one and show Ron's perspective on events. It won't be from the very beginning of this chapter, more halfway through. Final thought, this chapter churned out quickly because it was more than halfway done when the last chapter was completed. I only have a small smidgen of the next chapter typed up, it may take a while before it reached the post, so please be patient.
Post final thought, Funny thing happened whan I was typing up the part where Kim's mother was driving her to Ron's house, WinAmp, my MP3 player randomly played Celine Dion's 'I Drove all Night' Just thought it funny thing to mention, has nothing to do with the fic. Ok stopping the ranting... now...