Evolution: Middleton Monster
Angel of Hope
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: Something I forgot to mention in the last chapter. I have decided to set a five year age gap between Kim and Ron with Wade and the tweebs. Ok done, now with this chapter. I try to update as soon as I can,I do suffer from a case of writers block, and cough (World of Warcraft),so please bear with me. Ok time for the shouts;
demon-sword: AKA ron-sama: this guy Ron managed to go through is, as far as I know, a character creation of my own. I'll explain in more detail about his powers in this chapter.
Cold-Chaos: You gave the best review ever. You said my Fic was Original. Thank you.
The Halfa Wannabe: You pretty much hit the nail on the head with Ron's powers. I do go into a little more detail about his powers in this chapter, so read on. As for Kim's fighting abilities, I've come to the conclusion that she is just a naturally gifted athlete and fighter. There are plenty of people out there who are not even in high school that have a black belt in some a type of martial arts. In all honesty the powers I've given has very little influence on her ability to fight. She can kick but just as well with or without them.
As for the rest of you who read and or review my fic, thanks :)
I had planned on having more to this chapter, but I felt it was getting too long so I decided to end it where I did and continue one in the next chapter. A little warning the next chapter might be a little short.
Ron breathed rapidly as he laid sprawled in a pile of garbage. He had just passed through an elderly man standing like a ghost. This man was standing over him saying that he was dead. Then man had grabbed him by the wrist. Ron tried to shake it way with success. He rolled out of the garbage pile and began running again.
"Ron, wait," shouted the old man as Ron took off.
Getting away as fast as he could was all Ron could think about. He had just exited the alley when the pain of his body ripping itself apart again struck him. He buckled over tumbling to the ground. He cold feel his body changing becoming something different altogether. His entire body seemed to stretch out becoming longer. His muscle grew tight ready to spring into action. A thick patch of golden fur emerged from his skin with black spots.
When it was done Ron was much thinner, but taller. His muscles were tight, toned, and ripped, but you couldn't see that under the fur. The crippling ache that consumed him was gone replaced with an overflowing amount of energy. He got up and looked around for a second. After sniffing the air, he turned around and looked down the way he came. A sense of focus overcame him as he went down on all fours, and took off.
The elderly man ran down the alley after Ron. "You could have told me the kid was this fast," he said to an absent figure.
Ahead of him, he caught sight of an animal barreling down on him. He put his hands up to brace himself for the impact as a reflex, also he body became transparent. When the creature came, it passed through him sending that part of his body into a torrent of swirls. The swirling matter of his body slowly reformed back to its original form and he became solid.
The elderly man sulked as he watched the creature disappear from the alley. "I never really fought this hard to help anybody," he sighed before going transparent. He slowly rose into the air and faded away.
"Whisper!" shouted a woman deep in the alley.
Suddenly the old man materialized near the woman. The woman he saw was a middle-aged. She wore a green blouse whose color has faded over time. Her dark grey pants that hugged her skin as they barely reached her ankles. A pair of black slipper shoes protected her feet from the unknown filth that littered the alley floor. Her hair was cut very short and a pair of large tinted glasses covered her eyes.
"So the blind seer returns," spoke the old man.
"I don't see everything, Whisper," she replied with a smile.
"Obviously, or else you could have told me that boy was fast, even before he uses his powers."
"You will get a second chance to talk to him, hopefully. For now you must wait."
"For what?"
Meanwhile Ron ran a specific path. They path he took last night except backward. He backtracked his way until he found his way to a house, Devon's house. He looked and sniffed around trying to find the next route to take. He didn't seem too concerned if anyone saw him, he was just focused on finding a path.
Ron bolted off with blazing speed. His arms and legs pumped as hard as they could, propelling him faster than any person could dream under their own power. He was nothing more than a blur as he passed pedestrians. Drivers could only grab a glimpse of him as he swoop passed them. He would jump or maneuver around any obstacle that would get in his way. Finally, he found what he was seeking, home.
Kim Possible sheepishly walked on the sidelines of the Middleton High School's football field. She was always the one to obey rules and the letter of the law, but she was breaking them right now, showing up in her cheerleading uniform.
She had to lay down her backpack when she saw the cheer squad ahead of her. Some of them broke away from the group to meet with Kim. They blabbered on about something but Kim wasn't listening. She was looking at the faces of others that looked at her. They held their own smiles, not of joy or happiness, but one of understanding. They knew the amount of courage it took for Kim to show up, after all that has happened. They knew because, maybe they had to summon their own courage to be here, while a malicious monster was on the loose. Then Kim saw Mr. Barkin, there was a glimpse of a smile before he turned into the drill sergeant that everyone knows him to be.
"Possible! I thought I suspended you. What are you doing here in uniform?"
Before Kim could open her mouth, Bonnie spoke up, "I invited her."
"Rockwaller, why?"
"Because we need to put on the best show we can today. The people out there are scared half out of their minds because that 'thing' is terrorizing the town. We need to put on a good show for them."
"Possible, go…"
"I need Kim here," Her voice lashed out completely ignoring his authority, "and I think the rest of the squad would agree with me."
Mr. Barkin looked around at the other girls. They nodded or gave an expression of agreement with Bonnie. He than glanced back at Bonnie with sharp eyes, "We'll discuss this later."
When Mr. Barkin left Bonnie gave a piercing gaze to Kim, "I hope you're satisfied?"
"What?" said Kim befuddled by her response?
"Because of you I am on top of Barkin's to-do list."
"You didn't have to stand up for me. Why are you standing up for me?"
"First of all, Kim if I hadn't Barkin would have sent you home, and I need you here."
"You said you wanted me here for the people…"
"This is for the people. Everyone's scared Kim. So am I, but with you here, the great teen hero Kim Possible, they won't be as scared. Two, we haven't had time to prepare a new routine, in fact we didn't have anytime. We can't go out there to a routine of the fly, bumbling it as we go along. It'll pretty much look like you're in charge, but you're not."
There was a moment where Bonnie and Kim stared at each other. Bonnie's gaze darkened by her dislike toward Kim, where Kim's held a state of bewilderment. Bonnie broke her stare first and began shouting at the rest of the squad, "Okay people, we have a game to cheer on. Let's go!"
Kim continued to stare as the Bonnie and the rest of the squad left and took up their positions on the field. Kim couldn't help but feel her world being turned on end; Ron was gone, Barkin is out for her, Bonnie is defending her. Before she knew, Shego could be her new best friend. She shook her head, she need to get her mind on the game, that's what's important now.
"Hey, what up for me," shouted a muffled voice.
Kim turned to see their mascot. Her heart almost skipped a beat when she saw the person, "Ron?" At the moment she called out to it, it stumbled over the benches. Kim took a step toward the mascot, but stopped. She was afraid of what she'll find, and then Tara flew past her.
The blonde cheerleader knelt down to the mascot and helped remove the hear gear. Kim held her breath expecting to see Ron's face when the headpiece was removed. She did see a blonde boy, but it wasn't Ron.
"Josh, are you all right?" asked Tara
"I'm okay," replied Josh as he picked himself up. "I don't know how Ron does it. It's hard to see with that mask on. Oh," as Josh suddenly saw Kim, "hi Kim."
"Josh, what are you doing," asked Kim reluctantly?
"I asked him to wear the mascot uniform," replied Tara.
"Why?"
"Bonnie wanted this game to go perfectly so she needed someone to be the mascot since Ron…" Tara clasped her own mouth when she spoke the name. It was as if it became a sacred word, especially around Kim.
Kim gave a lighthearted smile, "Its ok Tara. You don't have be afraid to say his name."
"But he was your friend," her eyes gave off a radiating plea of worry.
"I know, but… He would have wanted everyone to keep living their lives worry free, to enjoy life for all it's worth. He didn't want us to remember him because he died; he wanted us to remember him because of how he lived. Ron has been my friend for as long as I can remember, and I'll never forget that."
There was a moment between the three where Tara and Josh looked at Kim. Kim gazed at the ground with unfocused eyes staring at nothing, she was thinking about Ron. Then the moment of silence was broken.
"Kim, Tara, get over here," shouted Bonnie.
Tara helped Josh to his feet before leaving to join the others; Kim was a little more hesitant. As she stepped toward the group a hand came onto her shoulder, it was Josh. There was a time where Kim couldn't look at Josh without becoming a blabbering idiot, but she had gotten to know him, now they were mutual friends.
"You are possible the bravest person I know, Kim," said Josh with a reassuring smile.
Kim returned the smile as he walked off. She sighed; the world seems so much bigger. She couldn't help but feel how small she was in a vast place.
Then, the bleachers pulled her attention away. She looked seeing many others returning a gaze to her. It was as if they were looking toward her for something. She felt them looking up to her from the stands as thou she were a guardian angel from the heavens. She knew what they wanted, hope. She was more than willing to give, but she needed some of her own.
Kim smiled again, releasing she was giving them hope, just by her presence there. Bonnie had it right, everyone is scared, but with the great teen hero around, they have hope.
Kim pulled herself away from the people so that she may join up with the rest of the cheer squad. She joined them just in time for the game announcers to announce the teams.
"AND HERE ARE YOUR MIDDLETON MADDOGS!"
Ron found himself climbing up a tree; it let him gain access to the roof of his home, well the roof of the first floor. This allowed him to reach the window leading to his room. He found to window completely blown out. The shards of glass remaining weren't enough to cause him any injury if he were to crawl inside.
In his room, he bared witness to aftermath of destruction that laid upon his room. Images of that night flashed into his mind. They didn't strike him as hard as before, maybe it was because he was expecting them.
Ron slowly roamed through his room careful to make a little noise as possible. He began sifting through the debris. He was looking for something to help put what has happened to him in perspective; he was looking for answers. He didn't find any answers, but he did find something as important.
Ron pulled out a tri-fold picture frame from the rubble. Each frame held a picture of Kim and himself, each at a different stage of their lives. The first was a picture of them in kindergarten; it was during third grade when she stopped wearing pigtails. The second was a picture of them as they began junior high school; Kim still had braces. The last frame held a picture taken just last year; they were sophomores then and well into the hero thing.
Ron noticed something else; his hands were covering in a golden like fur. His arm was covered in it too, except with black spots. He put the picture frame down on his dresser and went to his closet. Opening it revealed a large tall mirror hanging on the inside of it. He had often used it to admire, or imagine himself in an awesome physique, posing in front of it as he had seen body builders do in competition. It was a fantasy, but this sitch was very real.
In the mirror, Ron saw his entire body was covered in fur, like his arms. He had to lean over so that he could see his face in the reflection. It wasn't human anymore; it was the image of a cat, a big from the wild. Ron stepped back afraid that the reflection would jump out at him. When he realized it wouldn't he reached out to touch it, to confirm that it was real. He didn't touch it instead, he noticed his hands again. They were still human like, a palm, fingers, and a thumb, not a paw. He looked down; he was standing on two legs as a man except the legs were double joint and he were on his toes.
Ron looked at the mirror again, he didn't see an animal, but it wasn't completely human. It was a blend of both taking the best from each and making something better. Ron only wanted to he human, to be normal. His motto, "Never be normal." was something he let other people know that he didn't follow the mainstream of things. He was his own person, different and unique. He never thought it would make him like this. All he wanted was to be a normal ordinary person who did unusual things.
Suddenly his body ached again, feeling his bones and muscles ripping themselves apart over and over again. He grabbed his chest as a reflex, but the pain didn't seem as bad, or maybe he was just getting use to it. When it finally stopped, Ron found himself looking at a reflection of his human form.
"What am I?" he asked ever wondering how and why he was able to do what he did.
Logan had come to the "Ron sighting" that had been reported by to the police thanks to Storm's directions. He didn't waste anytime trying to pick up a scent. He found one, but it wasn't the same one he picked up at Devon's home. This scent smelled oddly similar to that one but was still different. He was about to start following the trail when someone came up to him.
"You're the bloodhound, aren't you?" asked an elderly homeless man.
"Who are you?" demand Logan as he snapped his head to the man, rearing his fist back.
"He went to go see his friend," replied the homeless man undaunted by Logan's action.
"What are you talking about?"
"Ron, he went to go see his friend. Here," he tossed a pair of torn cargo pants at Logan, "you may need this."
Logan snatched the clothing out of the air. A pair of pants, Logan's brow raised in suspicion, but the old man quickly said, "Don't ask."
Logan sniffed the article of clothing. He got the usual array of scents, but he was searching for the strongest scents, because those belonged to the wearer. It was strange he picked up three scents. One of the smells was a dead on match from the bushes he sniffed out. The other two were similar. Logan has never encounter anything like this before. There was usually a distinct difference in smells, but theses three were so similar yet different.
"Hey bub, did you…" Logan had taken his eye off the old man for a moment when he sniffed pants, but now he was gone. He tried to smell him out, but his scent seemed to go everywhere.
"Storm, does this Ron kid have any friends?"
"I'm not sure," replied Storm.
"I need something better than that. What about that girl in the paper, that red-head?"
"You mean Kim Possible."
"Yeah, I doubt a girl like her would come to a complete stranger's house and burst into tears."
"What's going on, Logan?"
"I think he's going to attack again."
"His friend? Why?"
"I don't know."
"How do you know this?"
"It seems like were not the only one's interested in this kid."
"Magneto?"
"I don't think so. I doubt he would come all this way to help us." Logan just arrived at his bike; he continued to talk to Storm as he prepared himself up for a ride. "I need an address Storm, I need it now."
"I'm working as fast as I can."
"Time is not on our side."
"I got it."
"Good." Logan revved up his motorcycle and peeled out.
Elsewhere in a nearby alley, the old homeless man materialized next to Destiny.
"Are you sure that Ron is going to see his friend?" asked Whisper.
"He is seeking help to understand what is happening to him," replied Destiny. "She is the only he trust with such information."
"Are you going to tell me why it is so important that I help him?"
"Perhaps I will, when this situation has resolved. Come with me Whisper."
"Why? Where are we going?"
"We're going to see a game," she replied with a smile.
Whisper returned her smile with a grin of his own.
Ron jogged along the sidewalk on his way to Kim's house. He wore some old clothing that he found in his room; sweat pants, hooded sweatshirt, and worn sneakers. He thought it would be important since he manage to lose his pant somewhere between that homeless man and his home. He wasn't too thrilled about that, but it was better excitement than what he was facing with now.
He kept his head down making sure the hood covered as much of his face as it could. He tried not to attract too much attention to himself, but the weather was cooling with winter a few months away, and the overcast had gotten worse. Remaining inconspicuous was not one of Ron's better skills if he had any. In fact, his ability to attract attention worked great for missions, but not so great everywhere else.
Ron craved attention, good or bad, well not some much on the bad. He wanted to make sure people remembered him. He wanted to give them a lasting impression, something they wouldn't forget. Unfortunately, attacking people and changing into animals wasn't exactly the kind of impression he want to leave them. He almost grabbed his father's attention while he was up in his room. Seeing no other option, he leapt out the window. He landed with nothing more than a grass stain. He had plenty of practice at landing from high places.
Ron stopped, not more than a few yards in front of him was the Possible household. He couldn't tell if anyone one was home. Just a station wagon was parked in the drive, which most likely meant that Kim's mother was home. It was also a save bet that Jim and Tim were there, working of some wild and crazy invention. He hoped that they wouldn't spot him; he was a victim of one of their inventions because they thought he was a burglar. Why did they think he was a burglar, because he snuck in around the back just like he is about to do now.
As cautious as he can be, Ron hopped the fence into the backyard of the Possible home. He carefully looked around quickly finding what he was looking for. A lightly constructed grid on the house meant to support a vine like plant. He did remember a plant they used to grow on it, but it withered away. As smart and intelligent as Kim's parents were neither one of them knew how to garden. As flimsy as its construction looked it was strong enough to let Ron climb up to Kim's bedroom window.
He ventured his way up, eventually reaching Kim's window. At first he wanted to knock on the window as he always did, but he felt it would cause too much noise, instead he just peaked inside and hoped Kim was decent. He found no one, but he felt a presence. It was familiar and it was approaching him.
"Rufus?" called out Ron in a whisper as the pink wonder appeared on the window ceil.
Rufus cautiously looked at Ron, unable to keep both eyes on him. He was shivering afraid to look up at his friend.
"Rufus what's wrong?"
Rufus managed to bear both eyes up at Ron and began to tell him what happened. His mouth didn't move nor did his body, yet Rufus was explaining what happened last night. He learned to Rufus managed to survive because he hid in one of the dresser drawers. Ron was dumbfounded, unable to defend himself to the allegations of destruction and mayhem.
"I don't know what to say," replied Ron with a shaky voice. "I don't know what going on with me. I don't know why I'm doing those things, or even how. I need help Rufus. I don't know who to go to. I thought Kim would be here, but …"
Rufus suddenly lifting his hind legs alternately and throwing his fore paws up into the air, it was a comical as he tried to mimic a cheer routine.
"But, Mr. Barkin suspended her. She's not allowed to go to the game."
Rufus quickly placed one of his fore paws on his hip and held the other one out snapping his little claws.
"Really? The rather nice of Bonnie." He suddenly frowned, "Since when is Bonnie ever nice to Kim?"
Suddenly Rufus turned his head to Kim's bedroom door. Ron instantly followed his gaze as they both caught a glimpse a Mrs. Possible as she walked into room with a basket full of clean clothes. "Hide," uttered Rufus, but Ron had already ducked out of sight.
She didn't stay long, just long enough to put away Kim's things. Before leaving, Mrs. Possible looked over at Rufus who stared back.
"Ah, Rufus," addressed Mrs. Possible, "I know you missed Ron. I'm sure they'll find him."
Rufus let out what she equated to a sigh. Rufus was a one of a kind pet vastly intelligent, incredibly smart, and well trained. It always amazed her at how Ron was able to get Rufus the way he is. Ron wasn't exactly a patient person, or a prepared one at that, but somehow the naked mole rat turned out to he as smart if not smarter than the average human. She gave him a smile of reassurance before leaving.
When Mrs. Possible was gone, Rufus quickly looked out the window. He let out a discouraging sigh, not completely surprise when seeing Ron on the ground; apparently, he fell off when he tried to duck away. He watch as Ron slowly got back on his feet, but he wasn't coming back up he was running away in the opposite direction. Rufus tried calling out to him.
"I'm going to see Kim," replied Ron as he made a beeline to the high school. It was the quickest way he knew through experience. He took this path many times, usually after over-sleeping. "She's the only on who can help me," he replied again. "I don't know. It's Kim, she can do anything."
Ron looked over his shoulder to see at his pet friend face to face, but he wasn't there. He checked by his pants, then realizing he wasn't wearing his cargos. Then he looked back behind him at Kim's bedroom window. Rufus was just a pink speck on the window. As far away as he is, Ron could hear him as though he were standing on his shoulder. He couldn't hear him now, but he was still confused and scared. He slowly back up and eventually turned around to continue his journey to the school.
More questions seemed to pop up for Ron, yet not a single answer for any of them. The walls of his world were blasted to oblivion. He didn't know what to think or believe, except for one thing, Kim. Even his world around her was battered, he still believed she could help.
AN: Ok, Whisper is my OC (Original Character), his powers the ability to turn himself and other objects into a mist, handy evasive power. If anyone of you believe that Destiny is OOC, that is because I know very little about that character. All I know is that she is a blind mutant that can see possible (no pun intended) futures, and as far as I know she holds no allegiances to any side, but from XME has ties to Mystique and Rogue. As for the way Ron's powers work, his morphing powers, he pretty much becomes a hybrid of the animal he chooses and his human form, similar to the game 'Bloody Roar' if any of you have ever played that fighting game, and no that was the influence for Ron's abilities.