Evolution: Middleton Monster
Broken Reflection
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: What is a reflection? It's a window to your true self, unhindered and uncovered. Your see yourself for who you really are. When something is broken that means its not right, it doesn't work like it is suppose to. A broken reflection is an image of something that isn't you, an image of someone else. I just felt a need to explain the cryptic title I gave this chapter :)
You couldn't believe how stoked I was when I got reviews for the last chapter. I know its only three, but its encouragement. This brings me to a another subject;
X-MEN X-OVER LOVER: Not to be bashing you for your review, but I would sooner shoot myself before I try ripping off Wolverine. I cannot improve on something that is already great. Thanks thou
ron-sama: I am certainly glad I have stumped my readers on what powers I have given the KP characters, but honestly you are not to far off from what I am thinking.
Cold-Chaos: Thank you for the words of encouragement.
Back to my notes. This chapter is fairly long, and very dialogue heavy. I was going to chop it like I did last time, but I could find a good place to hack it at, so I kept as one long one. As I said in the last chapter, this one will overlap the last chapter, giving Ron's take on events, not exactly his point of view, but his perspective.
Other notes, don't knew if any of you readers have notice but it seems my chapters are getting progressively longer. I know, I word counted every chapter. 1st chapter had 1600 words, not including AN. This one had 6600, again not including AN. I hope this doesn't become a trend, because on MS-word this chapter was almost 10 pages long. This first fic I ever type up, years ago, was 10 pages long.
Kim was poking Ron in the chest, in a heated argument. She made a point to blurt out a flaw in Ron's character with every jab of her finger. For Ron, every poke felt like a fist slamming into his chest. Each slammed pushed him more and more, until he couldn't take it anymore, so he grabbed her wrist to stop her. Before her knew it, Kim had tossed him over her shoulder.
He was stunned, dazed for a moment. He looked and saw Kim, but she was afraid. Kim's not afraid of anything.
Then Ron heard Mr. Barkin's voice, "Possible, you are suspended. Go home, now! And don't bother showing up for the game tomorrow either. Your cheerleader activities are revoked."
Ron saw something he thought he would never see, Kim running away, afraid. He tried to get to see her, but Mr. Barkin had reached him.
"You okay Stoppable?" asked the burly instructor lending a hand out.
"Nothing's broken," replied Ron excepting Barkin's help. "Except my pride."
"Good. You're suspended too. Hit the showers and go home."
"What?"
"No arguments Stoppable. Go home!"
Ron's face grew stiff and gritty as he huffed out a deep breath. His fists clenched with anger, he wanted to strike something. His day had started off great, now it was going from bad to worse because he decided to stand up for himself.
"And Stoppable, you're suspended from the squad."
"That's not…" Barkin quickly interrupted Ron.
"No, it's not. I should expel you, after that stunt you pulled." Ron was at a loss for words struggling to find something to say. "Go home before I change my mind."
Ron left out another huff, almost a growl, before storming off to his belongings on the sidelines. Rufus met up with Ron as he gathered his things and began gibbering away at him about what happened.
"Not now Rufus," he said anger still heavily present in his voice. Rufus quickly quieted down. Ron's anger on a level that the naked mole rat had never seen before, it was almost frightening. Not to be left behind Rufus quickly hoped in to Ron's bags as he headed to the locker rooms.
The locker room was nothing to speak of, the only thing worth noting a purple and yellow tile stripe that encircled the entire room. Ron had changed into his normal clothing, tan cargos and a red V-neck t-shirt over a black long sleeve shirt.
Ron had stopped by the sink to wash up; his hands were a little scuffed from his confrontation with Jeff. He looked up when he finished, catching his reflection. What he saw was not what he expected.
Ron didn't see himself, he saw an angry person, mad at something. He touched the image not believing the reflection. This wasn't him; he was a fun guy, happy, full of spirit. The person he was looking at was someone completely opposite from him, yet had his face.
"What's going one with me," asked Ron? "Why is everything going so wrong today?"
Rufus chimed at Ron from the countertop and pointed at Ron.
"It's not me, Rufus. I didn't do anything wrong."
Rufus placed his paws on his hips and gave Rona grouchy look
"Don't look at me like that. It's not my fault."
Rufus began to chirp and chime quickly, but Ron quickly cut him off.
"Shut up, it's not my fault."
Rufus looked at Ron with complete shock, and then went off gain.
"For a little guy you sure do have a lot to say. You're starting to sound like Kim."
Rufus began going on about another topic waving a finger at Ron.
"Leave? You're a house pet. You won't last a day out there."
Rufus turned exposing his side to Ron while giving him to the hand. He chimed out one more thing before walking off the counter and jumping into Ron's bag.
"Oh, now you're just copping out. Whatever man."
Ron turned back to the mirror, leaning on the counter top, and thought, 'It's not my fault. I didn't do anything wrong.' He placed a hand on his forehead shaking it trying to find answer, 'It's their vault. They wouldn't stop picking on me. Jeff and Jason, they wouldn't leave me alone.' He felt an unbridled anger course through him. It was a frightening level and rage he possessed yet wasn't afraid. He almost welcomed it, and then he heard something crack.
Ron looked up, his hand was no longer on his forehead, and instead it bawled up into a fist and slammed itself into the mirror. He somehow stuck the mirror hard enough to cause cracks shooting from the point of impact. One of the cracks streaked across his own reflection. He saw his broken image not sure what to think. Somewhere within the deep recesses of his mind, he could hear something, a growl. It was a deep low primal growl. It wasn't meant to scare anything, it was meant as a warning to ward off trespassers.
Ron pulled his hand back, one knuckle was bleeding. It wasn't bleeding much, but he washed it off anyway and wrapped it a paper towel from the dispenser. Before was able to start wrapping he noticed that the bleeding stopped, then he felt his arm rack in pain. It was as if it was being broken, torn apart repeatedly.
His hand clutched as all the muscle tightened up. It was a dull lingering pain, annoying at best but consuming his entire arm. The pain slowly faded away and he was able to relax it. After accepting that nothing else was wrong he let out a deep sigh then picked up his bag and left the locker-room.
Stepping outside, Ron began thinking about Kim. She was so afraid, he had never seen her, this afraid of anything, not even the giant roaches scared her this bad. Why was she afraid?
"She's afraid because of me," he said dejectedly. "Because I decide to stand up for myself. They had it coming." Ron took a deep breath to calm himself, "I can't let Kim be punished because of me."
Ron picked up his head and looked around, then headed out to the football field. He quickly spotted Mr. Barkin and rushed over to him.
"Mr. Barkin," called out Ron, "Mr. Barkin!"
"Stoppable," replied Barkin not looking at him, "I thought I told you to go home."
"I know. I just need to talk to you about something."
"There's nothing to discuss."
"You can't suspend Kim."
"Go home!" He finally turned to Ron.
"It wasn't her fault. I'll take full responsibility."
"I saw everything. Possible took down Cotter, then she took you down. But not before you took a swing at Cotter."
"I started it; she just tried to stop it. She doesn't deserve this."
"There are rules and guideline that every student and teacher must follow while attending this school. You two engaged in a fight. That is ground for expulsion… Now leave before I call security."
"This isn't fair!"
"I have been lenient up to now because you two have done a lot of good, but I will have you kicked out if you don't leave right now." Mr. Barkin looked at Ron with a hard, stern, cold face.
"Fine!" Ron jerked the strap of his backpack giving Mr. Barkin ill-tempered look before walking away.
Ron arrived home; just as he entered the door, his mother confronted him.
"Ron," called Mrs. Stoppable, "I received a phone call from your school. They said you were in a fight."
"It wasn't like that," he replied.
"Ron, you know violence never solves anything. It just makes things worse."
"It's not like that."
"Were you or were you not in a fight today?"
"No one got hurt."
"Answer me!" demand Ron's mother completely upset of the matter.
Ron sighed, looking away from his mother. He couldn't avoid the question it would just make things worse, but if he told her yes, it would get even worse still. He couldn't win so he just came out with it, "Yes, I was in a fight."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this. I thought I raised you better."
"Those guys had it coming. They were picking on me the minute I joined the cheer squad. I decided I wasn't going to take it anymore."
"They said you were in a fight with Kim."
"Kim? No, she…"
"How could you do such a thing?"
"I didn't do anything."
"You were in a fight Ron and with Kim no less."
"Mom, nothing happened. We had an argument."
"You hit Kim?"
"I didn't hit her!" Somewhere along the way, the decibel of Ron's voice had gone up to loud proportions. His mother was close enough and slapped him across the face.
"Don't you raise your voice to me!"
Ron was in a total state of shock. He blankly looked forward into his mothers eyes. He saw them moving ever so slightly as she gazed back at him with worry, fear, and anger mixed up with them.
Ron finally snapped out of it. He quickly dropped his backpack while his face turned dark and gritty. He looked at his mother with a hard gaze, and with a low grim voice he spoke, "I'm going out."
"Ron don't you leave. I'm not done talking to you."
"I am!" The door slammed quickly behind him as he left the house.
Ron's mother dropped to her knee in tears. Her son was a good boy. He wasn't perfect, but he would never hurt anyone. Her son was gone and someone else had taken his place.
Ron jumped onto his moped rode off on it. Its speed was nothing to brag about, but it gave him time to think as he rode off. All his problems had started because Jeff and Jason wouldn't leave him alone for one day. Because of them he was in a fight with his best friend, he was suspended, and now his mother just slapped him for being in a fight. His blood boiled even more as he continued to think about.
Ron found himself pulling up to some place. He looked up and found Bueno Nacho directly in front of him. He smiled lightly, he was getting hungry again, and his date with Kim was suppose to begin here. He'll just wait here until then. Maybe she'll come.
Hours would pass as Ron waited inside the fast food restaurant. He passed the time by thinking about Kim, about all the times they had growing up. He would chuckle from time to time as fun moment came up. He was trying to escape from the problems he had today, he was doing all right until he saw her enter.
"Ron Stoppable, fancy meeting you here," spoke Bonnie with glee hanging off Brick's arm.
"What do you want Bonnie?" grunted Ron, crossing his arms.
"Can't a woman eat a fine establishment such as this?"
"You hate Bueno Nacho."
"Brick dear, would please get a low-cal meal with a diet soda."
"Sure," shrugged the quarterback.
"Actually," Bonnie turned back to Ron when Brick was out of earshot, "I wouldn't be caught dead eating in this dump."
"Then what are you doing here," asked Ron as he looked up at her?
"I thought I would get a front row seat to Kim's fall from grace."
"What is your problem Bonnie? All you ever do it put people down, me, Kim, even Brick."
"Brick's easy; he's too dumb to notice. You and Kim I need a little work."
"So we're a challenge to you? What did we do to deserve that?"
"You two are social don'ts. Breaking the natural order of things. There was no way I would have let metal mouth join the squad, but apparently the coaches actually like talent so they ignored it."
"It's been years since Kim had braces."
"Yes, and she became popular material when she ditched them, but she still hung out with you, a loser."
"You're not exactly miss sunshine yourself."
"What are you talking about? I'm one of the most popular girls in school."
"No, just some snobby, stuck up, self-centered, put everyone down bitch."
Bonnie's eyes widen in complete shock. She expected Kim to call her that sooner than Ron would, honestly she never expected Ron to utter such blasphemy. It was almost a reflex when her hand reached out and slapped him across the face.
Ron was stunned for a moment, but quickly snapped out of it. He quickly stood up from his booth and got right into Bonnie's face, his face gritted with anger, his eyes burning with rage.
Ron brought fear to Bonnie. She stepped back as he suddenly appeared before her, but he remained close.
"Only my mother can do that to me," said Ron with a bitter tongue.
Bonnie suddenly felt the skin on her arm tighten up, yet crawl at the same time. Her eyes tried glancing at it, but Ron was too close. She hid her arm behind her covering it with the other.
"Wha, what are you going to do?" asked Bonnie under heavy breathing, but still trying to keep up her composure. "You're going to hit me too?"
The prospect sound good to Ron as he clenched his fist. He felt the muscle in his arm tight ready to swing. There was a fierce determination in his eyes, the attack was pending, and then Brick came.
Brick came and pulled Bonnie back while shoving Ron back into the booth, "Dude, what wrong with you?"
"She started it!" exclaimed Ron gesturing a hand to Bonnie.
"She's just a girl, man. Guys don't fight girls."
"Let's go Brick," said Bonnie pulling at his arm.
"But the food…"
"Now!" she began dragging Brick away.
"I suppose if we want to get to Devon's part on time."
"I don't want to go to that stupid pre-game party with the rest of you buddies. I want to go home. I, I'm not feeling too good."
"All right, all right." Brick turned to Ron one more time before leaving, "Dude, You're starting to become a real jerk, you know that?"
"At least I'm moving up in the world," replied Ron crossing his arms again.
"No your not." Brick was suddenly lurched away as Bonnie began dragging him to the exit, he couldn't help but notice something about Bonnie, "What's wrong with your arm?"
"Nothing! Just shut-up and let's go!"
"You should really use some moisturizer, its getting hard and dry."
"Shut-up!"
Bonnie and Brick have left, but Ron plopped his head onto the table when they left his presence. He was mentally exhausted, drained from thinking about everything that has gone wrong today. He wanted to rest give him mind a break from the depression of the day. He didn't know how long he was like this, but he was able to give mind some relief.
"I take it Kim's not coming?" struck a familiar voice
Ron picked his head up and looked at the direction of the voice. It was Monique, it took his eyes a moment to adjust from lack of use, but it was her.
"Hi, Monique," said Ron gloomily. Then he recalled her question, "What time is it?"
"Quarter after eight."
"Eight-fifteen," he exclaimed. Eight-o-clock was the scheduled time they're supposed to meet up. He quickly and desperately looked around the restaurant, but to no avail. "She's not here."
"And after what heard happened at cheer practice, I don't blame her. You want to talk about it Ron?"
He quickly frowned, then sat up from the booth and headed to the counter, Monique followed
"You can't avoid this forever Ron. You're going to have to talk to someone about it."
"I'm not avoiding, I'm getting something to eat, and I've already talk to everyone about it." Ron turned to Ned at the counter. "I'll take the usual."
Ned blinked a couple times, "Are you sure Ron," he asked in his nasally voice? "This is your fifth server in three hours."
"Ron…" began Monique until she heard Ned. "Five serving!"
"What's the big deal, I'm hungry."
"Four dollars and ninety-eight cents please." Ned held his hand out to accept Ron's payment, but the bill was moving back and forth between him and Ron as he talked to Monique. He tried to snatch the money from his hand when it came close but Ron was too quick and he was too far away.
"You had a king's feast for breakfast…"
"It wasn't that big."
"You had a mountain of that nasty cafeteria food, and that was big. And now you're having five orders of nacos."
"No all at once. And what's the big deal, if I'm not getting lectured on what happened at practice, I'm getting lecture on what I eat."
"Well first of all, this isn't normal for you. And second, what did happen at practice."
Out of frustration, Ron slapped his hand on his face, utterly annoyed by the badgering of the same questions. Then he realized he was still holding the money for his food, "Oh, here Ned."
"Thank you, Ron," said finally able to complete Ron's order.
"Ron, you can't avoid the question forever."
"Look nothing happened, Kim and I just had an argument."
"That's not how I heard it. I heard Kim tossed you like a rag doll."
"Why is everyone making such a big deal out of this?"
"Because it is a big deal. You went after the two biggest jerks on the football team."
"They started it."
"But you didn't stop it. If Kim hadn't intervened you would have been in a whole lot of hurt."
"She shouldn't have gotten in the way."
"That's what Kim does, you now this. Then you got the nerve to fight Kim."
"We didn't fight, we had an argument. I didn't hit anyone. It was their fault, not mine. I was defending myself."
"Eh-hmm," coughed Ned.
"What!" shouted Ron turning toward Ned, causing him to jump back?
"You're order is ready," replied Ned in shock by Ron's sudden outburst.
"Thanks," grunted Ron as he took the tray of food and proceeded back to the booth.
"You know Ron with this attitude you've been having lately it's no wonder Kim stood you up."
Ron slammed his tray on the booth table and quickly turned to Monique, "I have been lecture three times today, slapped twice, accused of things I didn't do, been thrown, and been called a jerk. All because Jeff and Jason needed to get a laugh. I am tired of it. So leave me alone!"
Monique gave a Ron a bitter stare, "You better be careful. You're losing friends faster than a tree loses leaves in the fall."
"Whatever." Ron sat down and positioned the tray in front of him.
"Who ever called you a jerk was right. No one likes to be around a jerk, not even Kim, or me for that matter."
"Then leave!"
Monique grew tense; her body stiffened up allowing her to obtain her full height. The person she thought she knew has become something else, it made her upset. She could only wonder what Kim was going through. She wanted to say something to him explained how much of a jerk he has become, but she could only find one thing to say, "Good-bye."
Monique left, leaving Ron to think about what she said.
"I still have friends," he mumbled to himself. "The cheer squad still… no. Rufus…he's at home." Ron grew more frustrated, "Monique's wrong, I still have friends. There's Felix, Zita, and… Kim. Oh where is she." Ron looked around again; there was still no sign of her. He sighed, "Where are you Kim?"
Ron pulled himself away from the booth and walked outside. He looked quickly finding what he was looking for, a payphone. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change. There was more than enough to make a phone call. He dropped in a few coins and started punching in some numbers. It rang once before being quickly answered.
"Hello?" asked a familiar voice.
"Mrs. Dr. P?"
"Ron!" exclaimed Mrs. Possible with surprise.
"Is Kim there?"
"She is, but I don't think she's in the mood to talk."
"We were supposed to meet at Bueno Nacho tonight."
"Oh-yah, it Naco Night."
"Uhm, actually, we had a date. A date-date kind of date."
"Really?"
"Yah, we were supposing meet up at eight."
"Ron?" she called with a concerned voice.
"Yes?"
"What happened today?"
"…"
"Kim is upset and won't talk to anyone. I get a phone call from school saying that she's been suspended, that she was in a fight, and that you were involved." She managed to keep the same concerned tone in her voice; it never raised a pitch when she explained the situation.
Ron wanted to get mad; she just like many others asked him about the events he didn't want to speak about. Unlike the other people who asked she didn't come at him strong, she didn't demand an answer or attacked him with the questions, she just asked. Ron couldn't find himself getting upset at a simply asked question.
Mrs. Possible heard an audible sigh before he spoke a gain, "We… I had a fight. Kim stopped it, then we argued, said some things to each other that… That we didn't mean. It got a little physical, we didn't hit each other. I wouldn't, I… I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got Kim in trouble. I tried to fix it, but Mr. Barkin…"
"It's ok Ron. I know you meant well, you always do after all. Let me go get Kim."
"Thank you Mrs.' Dr. P." Mrs. Possible couldn't help but smile. It was a rather long mouth full of a name that Ron used to address her and her husband. She wouldn't mind if he just simply called Mrs. Possible or Mrs. P.
After a few moments, Ron heard a knock over the phone then Kim's mother spoke, "Kimmie, its Ron." There was as short moment before he heard the audible sound of her door opening.
Ron was tense, almost excited. It hadn't been more than several hours since they last spoke with each other, but it felt like days with all the badgering questions that struck him today. He formulated some responses, things to say to Kim, but the chance to speak would not come, as he heard a beep.
"Hello?" he called out over the phone. "Hello, Kim? Are you there?" Then the dial tone came.
Ron pulled his hand down taking the receiver with it. He was hoping for something to go right for him this day. Sure Kim did agree to go on a date with him, but she wasn't here, she wouldn't even talk to him. He's world was falling apart and he couldn't understand why. Frustrated and angry Ron slammed the receiver back onto its hook. Ron, somehow, managed to slam it hard enough to break off the receiver's head as well as one of the prongs on the hook. It stunned Ron for a moment until the racking pain in his arm returned.
Ron curled up his arm against his chest and held it with the other. He almost buckled over from the sensation. He was paralyzed by it, deep hard breathes was all he was allowed to do. He couldn't yell out, he could barely move.
"Hey," called out patron leaving the restaurant, "are you alright?"
"My arm," replied Ron through the pain.
"I, I'm going to get some help, just, just stay right there."
Ron wasn't planning on going anywhere at the moment. Just as soon, the man disappeared into the restaurant the pain died down. It was as if his will to make the pain go away actually made it go away. Thou some of it lingered it wasn't paralyzing him.
Ron managed to stand up straight, when he looked the found the pay phone he just broke. How did he do that? No way was he that strong, he has a hard enough time opening a bottle of ketchup.
Some motion caught Ron's attention out of the corner of his eye. The patrons of Bueno Nacho were slowly herding toward the main entrance. Ron didn't want to stay around to explain himself, because he had no idea what was going one. He already has enough problems on his plate he doesn't need this to be added.
Ron quickly found his moped and rushed over to it. He plopped his helmet on his head, he didn't strap it on. It would have taken too much and he was rushing. He backed the vehicle as fast as he could. When he was finally clear, Ron revved up the little blue beast and peeled out. It was not much of a peeled out and more a steady run, out the parking lot.
His little scooter, not really known for breaking speed record, forced Ron to think, to get his mind off the linger pain in his arm. He found himself again back at cheer practice. His line of logic drew back to that moment. Kim stood him up on their date and she wouldn't speak with him. Why wasn't she speaking to him, because she probably blames him for being suspended. Why was she suspended, because she interrupted a fight between him and some jocks and ended up a part of it. Why was he in a fight, because two jocks, Jeff and Jason, needed to get a laugh at his expense. The list goes on, but all rooting back to Jeff and Jason.
Ron's blood was boiling again by the time he reached his house. His anger had masked the throbbing in his arm, but it didn't make him any more pleasant.
"Ronald Hue Stoppable," came the booming voice of his father as he entered the house.
Ron looked up immediately after hearing his father's voice. His father was angry it was clear by the sound of his voice. Ron could never recall anytime his father got angry or even raised his voice to anyone. It was a rare moment in the Stoppable household, but not one to be proud of.
Ron, already excited, knew what his father was going to say, so he cut him off before he could continue, "I don't wan t to ear it! I've been lectured all day, slapped twice, been called a jerk, and none of my friends are talking to t me. I've had a bad day today. So just shut up and leave me alone."
Ron stormed up to his room leaving his father in complete shock. Ron grew tired of everyone trying to lecture him or get an explanation for his actions at cheer practice. He wanted it to be over, to be done with. He wished for tomorrow to come so a new day can start, but he knew the problem would only just carry over, and it would start again.
Ron entered his room slamming the door behind him as he did. He locked it and threw his back against the door. He tried to brace himself against the door, but he slid down. He wanted to cry. His whole world was collapsing around him and no one was there to there to help him. He thought about his problem and again his logic rooted it all back to Jeff and Jason. He got mad, but the tear began to flow.
Rufus scurried over to Ron and looked at him. He saw the anguish and rage he was feeling, he could feel it too. He tried to communicate with his torn master, but Ron wasn't listening nor was he paying any attention to him.
Suddenly the pain struck Ron's arm again, stronger than ever. He brought it over and cradled it, and then his other arm was struck by it. It was unbearable. The pain grew, crept from his arms to the rest of his body. His entire body racked in agony. He found himself on the floor rolling around trying to drive it away, but to no avail. Something strange also happened, through all the pain he heard in the deep parts of his mind growling, the sounds of animals. Not just one, but three. He didn't how he knew it was three, he just knew, and they were all angry.
Ron managed to get to his feet, against to the pain. An overwhelming sense of rage began to overcome him. He thrashed about try to drive it out as well as the pain. Nothing was sacred in his rampage; he just wanted this feeling to go away.
Ron's father was standing outside the door to his son's room. He was gathering his thought so that he could speak with his son on his recent actions, but his thinking came to a halt when he heard a ruckus within the room.
"Ron," he called out. "Ron!" He went to open the door but it was locked. He struggled with it, before slamming on it and calling his son's name again, "Ron, open this door!" No response, instead the commotion inside grew, "Ron…" He was cut off when he heard the gargling sound his son's yell, and then replaced with a deep roar of an animal. "RON!" He began slamming his shoulder into the door, disparately trying to open it.
"Jonathan," cried out his wife as she came up to him from the hallway, "What's happening?"
"There's something inside with Ron." Another roar busted from the room. Ron's mother clasp her face moving from worried to scared. Her husband was more driven to get inside the room.
Finally, Mr. Stoppable managed to break in the door, what he found was unsettling. His son's room complete destroyed, in the middle of all the destruction was a large beast of a creature. The details were vague since the lights in the room were destroyed, but he could see the creature staring at him with fierce intent.
Mr. Stoppable suddenly sneezed. The fierce gaze the creature was showing him vanished with that one involuntary act. For a moment, he saw humbled look on its face before it turned and barreled out the window.
A middle-aged bald man, confined to a wheelchair, was operating a console within a large spherical chamber. His name, Professor Charles Xavier. The console he sat at was on a round platform centered within the sphere, a walkway connected the platform to the sphere wall allowing in and out access. A helmet rested on his head, which was hardwired to the console before him. The sphere, console, and helmet were all part of an elaborate device called Cerebro.
Cerebro was a device that the Charles had created with aide of an old friend. Although this chamber wasn't the same Cerebro, he and his friend created it still performed the same tasks. They had parted way many years ago, but he still used the machine to help him find certain individuals. The individuals he sought processed radical unique abilities, they were known as mutants. There were many out there, but he sought out the ones who would be a threat. Not a threat to just people, but a threat to themselves. He sought them out to help them regain control of the lives and themselves.
Cerebro is an amplifying device. It amplified the telepathic ability of anyone wearing the helmet, but a certain degree of telepathic control was needed to operate it. Not many had such ability as he did. Cerebro also has the ability to detect mutants, by detecting a gene anomaly, called the X-gene. The X-gene cannot be detected unless the individuals were actively using their abilities. For most, it can be turned on or off almost at will, for some it's activated involuntarily, other would sometimes have it on constantly. This factor does help give light to what the individual's abilities.
It was near eleven when Charles looked at the clock. He had been searching for nearly two hours. He found many mutants, many coping with their newfound abilities. They were in no real danger to anyone, but he still wanted to reach out and help them. Charles soon found out that there were too many mutants out there to help, that was shortly after this new chamber was created less than a year ago. He made the decision to help those who were in dire need, but he still wished he could help them all.
Charles was about to turn in when he felt a strong emotional force. The individual was emitting a powerful emotion of rage, almost primal in nature. He had helped a mutant just recently to cope with such emotion. If he hadn't that mutant would have been consumed by it and would have become a ravaging beast. Now, ironically, he goes by the name of Beast.
The rage he was sensing was also coming from an individual with an active X-gene. Charles immediate began to track this person. Within moments, he was able to tack the person with within the state of Colorado. It would take him some more time before he was able to narrow the area down to a city, Middleton.
"Identity confirmed," announce the computer. "Accessing archive file."
"Archive file," question Charles. The last time Cerebro opened an archive file a powerful mutant was unleashed.
"Name; Ronald Stoppable. Resident; Middleton, Colorado."
A computer file quickly appeared on a holographic screen within the sphere. It displayed standard information, about Ron, name, birth date, medical information, so forth. The photo that came with the file wasn't up to date. It was possibly taken at the time the file was created nearly three years ago. The boy didn't look more that 12 years old in the file photo, but according to the file, he would be seventeen within a matter of days.
Charles vaguely remembered Ron. A happy boy, full of life and energy, but he wasn't the main reason he went to Middleton. In fact, his powers he has on record don't seem to suggest any evidence that cause the rage he was sensing from the boy.
"Animal empathy," read Charles. He pondered thinking about the situation. He came to one unforgiving conclusion. "The boy's powers are evolving."
Somewhere in Middleton, Devon Smith, one of the football players was throwing a pre-game party for everyone. His parents were out a lot so he held many parties for the team. Players, cheerleaders, and anyone who's anyone was invited. Music played, and food and drinks were passed around. A few games and challenges were played out, all in good fun.
"Hey, Brick!" shouted one of the players at the party. "Where have you been?"
"I was dropping Bonnie off at her house," replied Brick approaching a small circle of players and cheerleaders. "She wasn't feeling too good."
"May as well. She hasn't that fun at parties since she wigged out that one time."
"She wasn't that bad."
"She freaked out after one beer," shouted another player.
"Maybe she's not a drinking kind of person. I mean I'm not."
"Dude, you don't have enough brain cells to kill."
The whole group of players began laughing at the jab at Brick. Brick laughed with them, but the stupid jokes were getting old. He wasn't stupid, just slow. He decided to change the subject.
"We ran into Ron today, me and Bonnie that is. The dude was acting weird."
"That goof always acts weird," replied another player.
"Well, weirder that normal. I mean he was crazy. I swear I thought he was really going to hit Bonnie." The small circle suddenly quieted, thou the music and ruckus from the other guest continued, it got quieter where Brick was.
"Are you serious," asked one of the players?
"Dude, he was right up in her face."
"I thought he finally got some guts today, now he just straight up psycho."
Just then, one of the larger members of the group stood up and began walking off.
"Hey Jeff," called out Brick, "What's the matter?"
"Ah, leave him alone."
"Why, what's up?"
"Barkin suspend him too. He's just pissed that he can't play tomorrow."
"Ah man, who's going to be protecting me then."
The large center lineman walked away from the crowd and eventually from the party. He didn't want to be there. He only came because the other guys on the team convinced him to come, said that it wouldn't be the same without him. He had nothing to celebrate, Mr. Barkin suspended just like he did to Ron and Kim, so that meant he couldn't play in the game tomorrow. When Brick brought the subject of Ron, he didn't want to hear it, good or bad. He blames Ron for his suspension.
Just because he didn't want to be there didn't stop him from having a few drinks. Most of the players and cheerleaders were smart enough to drink only a little or not at all. They needed to be at their best for the game tomorrow. Jeff didn't feel the need to be at his best tomorrow. Why? He wasn't playing tomorrow. Still he had to drive; he was good for that, so he thought.
He found his truck an old, beat up, rust colored, pile of steel. Granted it was tougher than any other vehicle the rest of the team had. It was a hand-me-down from his father, who got it from his father. The thing was old but it still ran.
He got in the truck and searched his pockets for his keys. Finding them, he put the key into the ignition. Before he could turn the key, he felt the truck bounce up and down. Someone got into the pickup area of his ride, he knew from the way the truck bounce.
"Get out of my truck," he shouted turning to the back window of the cab. What he found was not what he was expecting. What he saw looked like a head of a big cat, like a tiger. He heard it growl as it bared its fangs at him.
The image rose up out of view, and then he heard something slam in to the roof of the cab. He looked finding a set of five claws had sliced into the cab, and then other set came. Then the he saw and heard the roof of his truck being ripped open.
"This can't be real," he said fuddled trying to open the driver door. Unfortunately opening the door required using the outside handle. He was in a panic trying to roll his window down before the creature could pull him out.
Suddenly the truck rocked again, before Jeff could realize a large hand with cat like claws reached out and ripped the driver door out. He scrambled back to get away, but something grabbed his leg and he was quickly hauled out.
Jeff landed hard flat on his back. He was stunned for am moment, but when he came to; he saw a creature towering over him. It stood on two legs and had a massive muscular body. Jeff didn't have much time to examine it more thoroughly, because its arm rose up to strike. Jeff saw the glint of light reflecting off the sharp and polished claws just before it came down. All Jeff could do was scream.
AN: I told you this was a crossover :) and it only five chapters to get into it :) At this point of the fic I realize my summary for this is not all that great. It doesn't capture what I am telling. Of course I thought about the big picture, and that's what I based the summary off of. It's amazing what little details one can come up with as they write up a story. The small details end up much bigger than the big picture.
This was decided from the very beginning when I first started conjuring up this fic. I am injecting the story right in the middle of X-men Evolution's second season, shortly after Beast join the institute. When this whole ordeal with Ron is resolved I will start up another fic chronicling the KP characters interaction and stay within the XME universe.
This fic is actually a crossover turning into a fusion fic. To me a crossover is a fic where the shows interact with each other, but still keep all of their aspects without change. A fusion is mesh, a blend of all shows involve in the fic to where is becomes something else. The more I think about this the more I realize I am fusing KP into XME. Meaning I am keep more elements of XME than I am of KP.