Evolution: Middleton Monster

Nature of the Beast

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: Wow, I churned this one out fast. Only been 3 days since the last post. Woot:)

Nightwing 509: I'm glad you like my mix of the 2 shows.

I would also like to thank the rest of for not leaving me a review :P Just kidding.

Bonnie entered her room and quickly locked it behind her. Her face closed up as she was on the verge of tears. The eye shadow and eye liner she had on already ran due to the rain, her tears wouldn't damage it any more than it already is. She brought her hands up to further cover her agony, but stopped just before they made contact.

Her hands were completely covered by the jacket. It was much, larger than she was. A blessing she guessed, because it covered so much of her. She was never one to cover up for anything. She was ready and willing to show off what she had because she knew she had it. It was one of the many things she learned from her sisters by observation. It was sad to admit she was like them in many ways, malicious, egotistical, and popular. They were strong icons among their peers for which no one would step up or put down. No one ever stepped on them.

She slowly pulled the sleeves down so that her hands were exposed. She was afraid of what she'll find, thick hands with a hardened shell, but they were normal. She was able to force back the growth. She sighed with a bit of relief, but still shaken by the whole incident.

After calming herself a bit she began to unbutton the jacket and remove it. It was then she felt something odd. She looked to the source, her shoulder the side where the growth occurred first. Her uniform was slightly off.

She quickly moved herself in front of a full standing mirror and looked. Her uniform was coming apart at the seams. She pulled up the damaged area to get a good view, only the thread was holding the two halves together. She released the damaged uniform and placed her hand on her face, covering half of it. On the other half, you could see her eyes clench tight and her lips quivered as she began to weep. She came so close to being exposed and it frightened her.

Kim Possible strode through the long hallways of Middleton Memorial. She tied her hair back into a pony to keep the damp threads off her skin. The rain had gone on and off dampening her mission uniform. She usually carried a spare set in her locker incase a mission took her from school. The headache she had had dwindled down some, but it still lingered.

She walked up to a room with two police men guarding it. They weren't armed in the usual manor, neither of them had a gun, but they did have batons and tazers. They were nonlethal solutions to using a gun in a place where it could do far more damage than intended.

"I need to talk to him," spoke Kim as she looked at the guards.

Both guards recognized her immediately; one would have to be blind, dumb, or completely uninterested not to know who she was. When the guards looked at her, they didn't see a ray of hope and sunshine like the stories say. Instead, they saw a dreary girl who had just walk out from the rain and discoloration on the side of her face, just around her eyes didn't help.

"Uh," began on of the guards, "Only authorized personal are allowed in this room, ma'am."

"She has clearance," came strong voice from behind Kim. Both Kim and the guards turned to see the individual. Just as they did, the guards stiffed up and stood as tall as they could.

"But sir…" stared one of the guards.

"We need as many people as we can to bring down that creature terrorizing the Tri-city area."

"Yes sir." One of the guards addressed the intricate lock on the door and unlocked it.

Kim looked at the middle-aged auburn haired man and managed a smile, "Thank you commissioner."

"It's the least I can do after helping us bring down that illegal arms ring."

"It was no big."

The commissioner let out a light chuckle, "If I recall you two were shot."

"That's something I don't really brag about." Kim really tried not remembering the bad parts of her missions, but that was something you could just ignore or forget.

"Do you really think you can get any information out of him? All my men got was the same babble over and over again."

"Bad guys always tell me their sinister plans, whether I want to hear it or not. I just seem to have that kinda of charm with them."

"Charm huh, alright." The commissioner opened the door and led Kim into the room. He followed her in and closes the door behind them.

"What a wonderful surprise," came an English voice. "What a pleasure it is to see you again Kimberly."

"I wish I can say them some for you, Monty Fiske," replied Kim.

"And who might you be," addressed Fiske to the commissioner.

"Commissioner David Bruiwer, of the Tri-city area police."

"The head of the local authority."

"I have some question for you Monkey Fist," spoke up Kim.

"Pertaining to what, dear Kimberly?"

"First of all don't use my full name. I hate it when people do that. It feels like they're talking down to me."

"I'll be sure to remember that. Now, Kimberly," grinned Fist with a relative glee, "what question do you have of me?"

"I want to know about the thing that attacked you."

"Why?" His smile vanished leaving her long gloomy face.

"Because I think it's the same thing that's terrorizing Middleton."

Monkey Fist's brow lowered and frown came upon his face giving him a discourage look, "Mr. Bruiwer, could you excuse us."

"I don't…"

"What possible harm could I do the bloody girl?"

Both Kim and the commissioner took the time to study Monkey Fist. Lying in a patient's bed, they could see that his arm was in a cast as well as his opposing ankle. He also had bandages healing heal the many cuts all over his body. He was incapacitated; he could do any real harm to anyone with harming himself in the process.

"All right," said the commissioner after taking one last look at Monkey Fist. He turned to Kim and whispered into her ear. "You're not one of my men, but I would appreciate it you would tell me any information you get from this loon."

"You have my word commish."

A wary look came on his face. Kim doesn't have to tell him anything. She is just a civilian, who happens to fight criminals and bring them to justice. Kim for all that she has done she is considered a vigilantly, another kind of criminal. Nevertheless, the people love her for it. She brings a kind of hope to the world, a greater out look on life and the future. So, he looks the other way. Besides, she hasn't done anything that would be considered criminal.

"I am not a loon," huffed Monkey Fist after the commissioner left the room.

"You heard that?"

"I can read lips. As for your question… Yes, the creature that attacked me and the creature that is terrorizing you homestead are one and the same. The question is why don't you know that?"

"How would I know that?"

"It should bluntly obvious."

"Obvious! I'm still trying to figure out what that thing is, let alone where it came from."

"You, don't know," said Monkey Fist raising an inquisitively eye.

"Know what?"

"Are you blind or just that dumb, because quite frankly I'd assume you to be smarter than the display you are showing now."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"The evidence is right there. Clear as the nose on your face." Monkey Fist paused for a moment as he looked at Kim's face. "He did that to you didn't he?"

"Did what?"

Monkey Fist reached over and held up a small mirror to Kim. He managed to hold just right, to where Kim could see herself in it. She noticed the same thing he notice and approached it. There around her eye on the side of her face, right where the creature had struck her was the beginnings of a bruise. She was too focused on solving the mystery of the creature that she didn't take to the time to examine herself, thou she did feel some stinging and swelling in that area.

Kim quickly shook her head and backed away from Fist, "Don't change the subject."

He returned a demeaning glare at Kim.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"How can you not know the truth?"

"I don't know that's why I'm talking you. You were the first one that thing has attacked. You are the only one who has a chance of telling me what it is and where it came from.

"It, Kimberly, was a man, or I should say a boy. As for where it came from... It came from here, Middleton."

"How is that possible?"

"You truly don't know do you?"

"Know what. You keep saying I should know. I don't! So tell me!"

Suddenly Monkey Fist's eyes opened wide just before he erupted into laughter. It wasn't his maniacal laugh, but one of humor.

"This isn't funny,' replied and infuriated Kim.

"But it is child. The truth had fallen on your lap, but you are too blind to see it."

"Tell me! What am I not seeing?"

"It is your fault you know."

"What?"

"You're the one that brought this monster to your home. You are the one that unleashed its fury upon the innocence."

"I don't have to listen to this." Kim quickly turned on her heals.

"Do you really want to know 'who' the monster is?" asked Monkey fist before she could take a step.

"Who?" she asked turning back to him inquiring on the word.

"Yes, who," his voice grew sinister. "I'll tell you since you are so blind. It's Ronald."

"You're lying!"

"What would I gain for lying to you?" His sinister voice left leaving his normal pious voice. "Look at the evidence. He and I were the only ones in that room when you came. All the cages were locked, and he lay on the floor unscathed. Then he disappears, his room is sacked. Haven't you notice that not a single drop of blood lay within his room despite the devastation. How would I know that? I've stuck in the room for the last couple of days. I know because I know the truth. Ronald is the beast."

"That's impossible."

"It is possible. I know what he truly is a freak of nature. What ever he has become, he is stronger, more powerful, and far dangerous than anything you've ever encountered. Not even Shego can compare."

"That thing isn't Ron. He wouldn't do anything like that. It doesn't even look like him."

"Looks can be deceiving," a grim look fell over Fist's face. "Ron isn't the only one. There are others out there. I knew a gentleman by the name of Cain Marko, a fellow archeologist like myself."

"Bet he wasn't mad for power?"

"I'll ignore that comment for now. Cain was an intellectual man, but he ramble on about crazy things. About strange people that could do amazing things, but his step-brother was the main focus about his rants."

"Like you and monkey magic?"

"I am telling a story here, so please stay quiet. Anyways, we were on a dig in Egypt. It was just a random dig site out in the middle of nowhere when we discovered a seal chamber. The chamber itself processed glyphs that I've never seen before. Not that I could decipher them on my own, but inside that chamber was a gem. A ruby larger than any I have ever seen before and since."

"Let me guess, it had magical powers too?"

"Do you mind? Where was I now? Ah yes, the ruby. I couldn't tell you anything about the ruby. I on the surface to gather some equipment when something strange happened. Something mysterious was happening to Cain. I went to investigate to find out he had become something else. Mind you, he was already a large and strong man to begin with, but he became something else, a giant. The chamber may as well have a cardboard box the way he broke out of it. I feared for my safety and ran. I haven't seen the man since, but I've heard stories. No man or machine made by man could stop him. He would decimate anything in his path, towns, buildings, even armies. He was unstoppable. And I wasn't trying to be cute with that remark, that's what the people said."

"Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"You can't escape the truth."

"That thing isn't Ron. He wouldn't do anything like that."

"Believe it. Ron has become something you cannot stop."

Suddenly Kim felt something grab onto her wrist. She looked down to see Monkey Fist's ape like foot had grabbed her.

"Now, now, Kimberly, how would you look if you had stuck helpless patient in his own bed?"

Kim looked down again and saw that her fist was trembling. She got so angry at Fist's accusation that she bawled it up. She quickly backed away afraid that she might lash out. Monkey Fist willingly released as she did.

"That is a little disgusting."

"Oh please. How barbaric do you think I am? I wash all of them."

Kim slowly turned to leave the room when he spoke again.

"I suppose there is a bright side to all of this. With him on the run, there won't be anyone capable of standing in my way from becoming the Ultimate Monkey Master. Not even that hairless rodent can stop me."

Kim was suddenly reminded of Rufus holding up that doodle he made. She left wonder how much truth there was to Monkey Fist.

"Did you learn anything from him?" asked the Commissioner after Kim closed the door behind her.

"He just babbled on some theories on what the creature might be," replied Kim hesitantly.

"Like what?"

Kim paused for a moment before responding, "He seems convinced that Ron is the creature."

"Your friend?"

"Yah," her voice dropped to a tone barely audible to his ears.

"Right," a harsh discouraging look was on his face. "I'll see if I can get someone from the psychiatric department to 'examine' him."

"No big. He's been crazy since we first met him. He's obsesses with mystical monkey magic and what not."

He smiled reassuring her, "Why don't you go home?"

"I think I will."

"You also might want someone to check that while you're here." He made a jester toward the bruise on her face."

"I'll be fine; my mom's a doctor anyways."

Ron didn't know how far or how long he was traveling. All he knew was that he was no longer in the urban setting of Middleton or of any of its neighboring area. Right now trees replacing buildings, and bushes replaced garbage. The ground was moistened by the rain, which had been going off and on, but it didn't seem to bother him too much, the rain or the ground. The man who chased after him from the football field had long since given up.

Now, Ron hungered. Animal instincts were controlling his actions as she stalked his prey, a solitary deer that has yet reached maturity. For one reason or another, it was separated from the rest of its herd. The opportunity was right; he was close and had a direct route to the creature.

Ron lunged out from his cover reaching the deer just as it reacted to his presence. The initial strike missed, but Ron quickly turned to follow the deer as it tried to escape. He chased it through the trees until finally it got it. He managed to get his claws to dig into its hind leg. With a secure hold, he pressed his weight onto the deer while keeping most of his momentum. It didn't require much to bring the deer down as it stumbled into the dampen ground. He quickly moved forward to his prey putting his jaws around the animal's throat and slowly began crushing it.

At this point, the deer offered little resistance; it knew that its impending death was soon. Ron could feel this looming thought from the creature as well as its fear. It pulled him away from the predatory instincts he was running on, pulling back the human part of him. For as much animal that he has become, he was still human underneath it all. He couldn't kill this creature to fulfill his needs, so he released it. He stood back watching it scurry away, but he still hungered.

"Why'd you let it go son?" asked a voice from behind Ron. He turned to find that old homeless man again. "Why didn't you kill it?"

Ron only shook his head before he sat down propping his back against a tree. Whisper took a squatting position in front of Ron and look upon him.

"I suppose you can't talk while you are like this now, can you?"

Suddenly whisper heard several huffs and grunts from Ron, as he attempted to speak. Only sound came from his lips.

"I'll take that as a no. Maybe you can show me what you want to say. You know like charades."

Ron looked at the old man as his head took a curious tilt.

"So tell me, why didn't you kill the deer?"

Ron thought about it for a moment, how he could explain himself to him without words. He placed his fist over his chest and thumped on a couple time.

"Heart?" Ron shook his head and beat his chest again. "Like a heart."

He shook his head again, thing time he took his hand and brushed it across his other arm repeatedly.

"Uhm, rub, touch, feel…" Ron instantly stopped with the last word. "Feel. You felt it." Ron nodded in agreement. "Felt what?"

"Fear." Whisper was a bit surprised by the audible word that came from his mouth. It wasn't in any recognizable human tone, but nonetheless a word

"Well apparently you can talk, just not that well. So you felt its fear."

Ron then put his hand around his throat. Whisper instantly picked up on it.

"You felt it dying." Ron nodded in agreement.

Suddenly Ron looked off into the distance, feeling an array of emotions. Whisper looked as well, but he looked because Ron did. Both heard some commotion. Ron was the first to move, Whispered followed and slowly faded away.

Ron found the source a small pack of wolves had just made a kill. He felt their rage as the hunted down and kill a deer. The same deer he released. He knew this because he felt it too, as it died. The wolves are no longer raging, they just hungered.

Ron still hungered. The deer is dead, maybe he could just take it away from them. He wouldn't have to feel it die. Ron just began to move forward to take the kill, when Whisper appeared nearby.

"Those wolves didn't give that deer a second thought when they killed it. I don't believe any other animal would have either, but you did. That is because you are not like them. You are not an animal, you are a man."

Ron stepped back as his words sank in. If he had come a moment later, Ron would have already been at the wolves fighting them over the kill. He still hungered. He placed his hand over his stomach as it growled for sustenance.

"Apparently you're a hungry man too."

Ron no longer paid any attention to him. His hunger was over coming him. He needed food. He turned back letting the animal instincts kick in. He sniffed around looking for a scent. It was hard with the recent rain, but he managed to pick one up and the one scent he was looking for, his own. He quickly began following it back.

Whisper decided to follow him. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop should he decide to attack, but he hoped that he could still reach out to him with words.

The doorbell rung at the Stoppable home. Mrs. Stoppable answered it, quickly recognized the guest, and immediately notice a problem.

"Kim, your face," were the first words Mrs. Stoppable's said to her.

"Oh, it's alright," responded Kim merrily as shied her bruise away from sight, "nothing a little makeup won't cure. Can I see Ron's room?"

"Why?"

"I'm just conducting my own investigation."

"Absolutely." Mrs. Stoppable quickly stepped aside allowing Kim entrance.

"Thank you," said Kim before making her way to his room.

Kim came here to confirm Monkey Fist's story, but she had other reasons. Like the little doodle that Rufus showed her before the game. Even Josh Mankey added some credibility to the deranged monkey man's story.

She met Josh in the hospital; he was there for minor injuries. He told that the creature said something to him when it caught him. It said, "Monkey." Of course, this meant little to him, but it was profound to Kim. She could remember it like it was yesterday when Ron was going off on him saying how Mankey was one vowel away from monkey. This was of course during the time she was still crushing on him.

Ron's room was still taped off with police tape. She ducked under the barrier and entered the devastation. She sighed a moment looking around the room. Then she pulled out a small flashlight and began to inspect the room. After some time searching, she discovered that there was no blood. Despite all the carnage that took place in this room, there was not a single drop of blood.

Slowly Kim began to believe Monkey Fist was telling the truth, but it seemed so impossible.

Just then, something caught her eye. The flashlight beam reflected off something. She went over to it. It was a set of three pictures, of him and her. It seemed odd that it was still standing, despite all the chaos that had gone on in this room.

"Beep beep-beep beep!"

"What's the sitch, Wade?"

"Think you should know what I've found. I was able to obtain a DNA sample of the creature from your cheerleading uniform. I performed a quick DNA profile just to get an idea of what we're facing. My scans detected traces of ape and cat DNA, but more than fifty percent of the DNA is actually human."

"But there more isn't there?"

"Yah there is. I ran several other checks, I've even began putting the sample through a more detailed profiling system which will take some time to complete."

"What is it Wade?"

"The human DNA I have on record." Kim stopped breathing; she could feel her heart rate pick up. Thought she didn't know much about genetics she did understand what DNA was. Wade only has a handful of DNA on people record most of them the villains they've fought against. He also had their DNA on record too.

"Wade?"

"It's Ron's." At that point, Kim shut her eyes and placed her free hand over her face. Fear, confusion, and frustration overwhelmed at this point. The emotional rollercoaster she had been on all day was finally taking it toll on her. "I am seventy-two percent sure that the human DNA in the sample I got is Ron's."

Kim wanted to weep letting out everything she felt, but she held back. Not now, not yet. She fought her emotions back and looked at Wade with a harden gaze.

Kim pulled her hand away from her face and looked at Wade again, "I was able to tag that thing with your tracking device."

"I know. I've been tracking since the game. It was a few miles past the city limits, but it looks like it coming back."

"Monkey Fist can't be right. That thing isn't Ron." Wade could detect the anger in her voice and it bothered him some.

"Kim, I don't want to believe it either, but the evidence is staring at me. I can't ignore it."

"I'm going to find out tonight, and I am going to prove him wrong." Her voice had grown darker, full of anger and hate. It began to frighten Wade.

"You know Kim, I was wrong when I said you've face tougher missions before."

"That isn't Ron, I'll prove it."

"I'll help you Kim, but I can't ignore the facts." Suddenly the screen was replaced with a map with two blinking lights. One was in the center representing the Kimmunicator; the other was moving indicating the creature's movements.

Logan had been drinking away at a bar he found. He tried tracking down the boy, but it damn near impossible to track anything in the rain. To make it worse the boy was a lot faster than he was, he couldn't keep up on the ground, not without help. So, he decided to take a break. He figured Storm would call him if anything came up.

"Logan," came a voice from nowhere. He looked around for a moment before realizing who had called him.

"What are you doing here Chuck? "replied Logan through his thoughts while taking another drink.

"Storm notified me when she became aware that the boy was going to attack again."

"You bring help."

"Yes, I brought Scott along."

"That's it?"

"It will have to do."

Logan paused for a moment thinking to himself about the situation, "You should have brought more."

"I don't want to alienate the boy or the students."

"Fine. You know where he is, because I can track him in the rain."

"Yes, he's on his way back."

"Bartender," he said aloud, laying handful of money on the table, "Keep the change." He stepped off his stool and left.

AN: As I was developing this story a friend of mine suggested, or demand, (depends on your perspective,)that I have some tie-ins, or some connections between characters among the two shows. You've already read one from the last chapter, with Kim's mom, and now you've read Monkey Fist connection to the XME universe. I have a few others that I will reveal eventually. Hope you all like it.

For the record I was going to title this chapter "Interview with a Monkey" but I thought that would too cheesy, at least to me it was. Hope you don't mind the current one. ;)