Evolution: Middleton Monster
Truth and Denial
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: All right folks churned out another quick one. Woot, 6 reviews for the last chapter, the most ever. Thanks all for reviewing, it makes me feel a whole lot better.:)
demon-sword: lol I didn't mean for the X-men to come out at the badguys, I'm not trying to make them like that, I swear. Its just thats how I feel some of the charaters of KP would react to those characters from XME. I mean we are talking about Wolverine, I can't see any respectable house mother or doctor even liking him, but thats just Wolverine. And Monkey Fist, you don't expect anything nice to come from his mouth, do you.
Cylon One: Argh! My bane. I will be the first to admit, my grammar stinks. English, just so happens to be one of my worst subjects. Thankfully I'm smart enough to use the spell/grammar checker on my word processor, but it doesn't help with missing or correctly spelled wrong words. After reading your review I went back over all the previous chapters and examined them. Hopefully I correct all my errors. And I went over this charter a few times, so I hope I got all the errors in this one too.
Ok this topic was brought up by demon-sword. One of the things I find most annoying with crossovers is then intate sense of trust among characters few the different shows. Most it usually due to the high reputation of some of the characters in their respective shows. That works sometimes, but I feel that trust among characters from other shows, especially hero type characters, trust must be earned like anything else. Now before you go and start flaming me, let me tell you, I myself have fallen victim to this kind of crossover trust with previous unpublished/posted works. Quite frankly, I feel that kind of trust must be done right or it's just tacky, and my previous works... were tacky. :P
The rain had come and gone again, wiping away what was left of the scent he was tracking, but it didn't matter he saw signs of civilization. He was going to get the food he needed without killing anything.
He came across a neighborhood with homes sparsely populating the road. It was something that was commonplace with homes on the outer edges of the city, where some of the more wealthy families lived. It wasn't middle class territory. Ron himself didn't live in such an area, but that didn't stop from visiting these people. Kim just so happened to live in such an area, along with a few other people he knew.
He chose one house that rested on a small hill with a sunken garage that was at street level. It chose it for no particular reason, he just felt something from it. It was a modest home, unlike the other more luxurious homes. Then again, it was closer to the inner city than the rest of the homes.
Bonnie had calm down considerably and was in a relative normal state of mind. She was out of her cheer uniform and into something no one would suspect her to be wearing. In recent fear of her outbreak she opted to wear looser fitting clothing, thus an oversized t-shirt and overalls were called up. She wouldn't want to ruin any of her other more extravagant wears in case she broke out again.
This attire was nothing new to Bonnie, it was usually the thing she wore when she helped her mother do some work around the house, thou she would die if anyone from school ever saw in it. She tried so hard and so long to maintain the image and status she has at school, just so that she could live up to the status her older siblings had. She started this venture in junior high, by joining cheer squad. She eventually worked her way to captain. Since then she did everything in her power to keep her high profile status, even if it meant putting others down who didn't meet the status quo.
"Wow, all you're missing a is canvas handbag and a pair of glasses and you'll be a total loser," said Lonnie, one of Bonnie's older sister. She is the self-proclaimed beauty of the family with her mole and platinum blonde hair.
"Oh leave your sister alone," said Bonnie's mother, "and come and help me in the kitchen."
"Yah Lonnie, you might as well do something around this place," shot Bonnie.
"I do plenty around here."
"Like what, file you nails, read beauty magazines? That's real hard work, it no wonder you've been getting a little chubby around the hips."
Lonnie lashed out a cold glare at Bonnie who just smiled with her victory.
"Lonnie! Kitchen!" Lonnie huffed giving into her mothers commands. She passed with mere inches of Bonnie. Her cold glare grew colder as she neared, Bonnie counter it with one of her own. The tension quickly dissipated as Lonnie continued her way to the kitchen. Bonnie continued to stare a moment longer before looking the other way.
She had taken verbal abuse from her sisters for a long time. It felt good to get back at them, but she has a lot years to make for. They never really respected her, Connie the intellectual one, always made her feel dumb, while Lonnie chipped away as her self esteem. But, her parents were always there to push her forward, telling her she can do better, be better. Thou her father was rarely around, she could always feel his presence, even if he left a little to be desired. Then there was her bother, the oldest child and the most respected among her family. He was her knight in shining armor, well when she was younger. He was always there to help and protect her. Now he does it for everyone.
"Bonnie, can you take out the garbage?" called out her mother.
"Yes mom," she replied, before heading out to the kitchen.
Bonnie struggled trying to pull the over stuffed trash bag from it container, but she was about to get it out. She just finished tying it off when her mother placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you ok, Bon-Bon?' her mother asked. Bonnie absolutely hated that nickname, it was cute when she was younger, but now it just embarrassing. She was annoyed for a moment; she knew her mother was just concern after what happened earlier.
"Oh stop babing her," groaned Lonnie. "She didn't get hurt." That was a matter of opinion.
"She could have been. That monster is dangerous. It was a good thing Kim was there to scare it off."
Bonnie eyes rolled the moment she heard Kim's name. She was a thorn in her grand scheme of complete popularity. In almost everything they did, Kim was always one up on her. To make things even worse she was friends with possibly the biggest loser in the world, Ron Stoppable. He was the most uncoordinated, clumsy, and trivial person in the world, plus he carries a hairless rat in his pocket. How much further could he go before he reached the bottom of the social chain? Despite that, Kim hung around him, smiling and laughing. Sure that had they bickered occasionally, but they were always together.
Bonnie pushed it all away, she didn't want to listen about her rival or think about anything related to her. Putting on a pair of old shoes, she hauled the sack of trash outside. The backyard was where she went. It was an odd place to put the garbage can, especially since it was at the far end of the yard, completely opposite from where it would be picked every week.
Normally, taking the trash out was a routine and mundane task, one she'd rather not do. However, it will be different this evening. Something was rummaging through the trash. It wasn't hidden or obscured by the shadows, there was enough natural light out for Bonnie to see the perpetrator. What she saw was the last thing she wanted to see.
She was frozen in terror, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to scream. The terror that ravaged Middleton for the last couple of days was sifting through her trash. The Middleton Monster was in her backyard. Just then, it stopped and looked at her. At this point Bonnie felt she had no choice but to run.
Instincts drove the creature, its hunger was too great for it the think anything else. In its eyes, Bonnie was a solitary creature running in fear. It was an easy kill, so it took chase.
Bonnie ran, bursting into the kitchen startling her mother and sister.
"Bonnie…" was all that her mother could say before the creature came charging in.
The sudden appearance of the beast sent Lonnie and her mother into a shrilling scream. It ignored them and focused on Bonnie.
Bonnie didn't stop after entering her home. She continued to make a mad dash through her home to the front door. She managed to open it, but it swing into the house. The creature caught up to her and swiped down at her. Its claws caught her at her shoulder. It went down tearing her shirt from the shoulder to her mid back as well as taking out the overall strap on that side. The collar remained intact and was the only thing holding her shirt up. Bonnie only felt the force of that attack as it pushed her out the opened door and through the screen door.
Bonnie stumbled, but didn't stop trampling over the screen door. She ran not caring where she was going. She only wanted to get away from the creature. She suddenly felt something crawling up her neck. It was feeling she knew. She had the strange ability where he skin grew thick, tough, and hard. It was too late for her to hold it back, it had covered the rest of her body at this point.
She can't let anyone see her like this, so she turned and jumped away off the streets disappearing into and alley. She stopped and looked back hoping she lost it. Just then, she watched a huge mass come hurdling over a fence. The creature was still on her, so she jumped again. She didn't stop jumping until she found herself at a four-lane roadway. By now the growth had completely engulfed her. There were no recognizable feature on her face except for the teal green lens over her eyes that reflected the headlight of passing cars. She turned away so that no passing drivers could see her. Just as she did, the creature appeared. Bonnie shook her head before turning back and jumping, clearing all four lanes.
The creature didn't hesitate for follow her hoping over any passing vehicle. Just a physical presence on the road caused the motorist to swerve causing collisions. The creature was undaunted it press on chasing after its prey.
Shortly after the two had disappeared into the wilderness, a short but well-built man came charging through the scene weaving and hurdling her way over the wreckage of cars.
Bonnie somehow managed to lose sight of the monster. She stopped and looked around; she saw nothing but a few trees. She waited a little longer, checking if the creature was still pursuing her. She saw nothing.
She wasn't completely relieved, calm enough to focus. Focusing on her ability, she attempted to push back the growth. Slowly the massive hulks of harden skin shrunk down. Her skin, her body was back to normal.
She sat down leaning against a tree. She wept as she thought about what was happening to her. Twice in one day, she had broken out. Normally she was about to catch it before it got out too far, but she had been to terrified to notice it today. She hoped and prayed that no one saw her, saw her as a freak. She also hoped that someone did see her, because now she was alone with the monster.
Suddenly a thud landed before Bonnie. She looked up to see the monster snarling at her. In fear of her life, she didn't do anything. She could feel the skin on her hands growing thick again, the third time in one day. She closed her eyes and turned her head away.
It's wrinkled muzzle inched closer to Bonnie. It felt her fear, a fear for her life, a fear of death. Something bore from the back of its mind reaching the surface. It stopped growling at her and took a couple sniffs of her.
"Bon-nie," it spoke in a deep low voice.
Bonnie opened her eyes when she heard it. She was still terrified but surprised. It spoke, not only that but it said her name. She looked at it as it brushed it paw/hand against the fur on its body. Then it reached out with it and gently wiped away a tear from her eye.
"No cry," it said again.
For one moment as Bonnie looked upon the beast, it was no longer a monster. But that soon changed with a human roar followed by a short man tackling the creature. Both tumbled on the ground for a short while before being separated. Both were up in an instant, the creature hunched over with its arms with its hands just barely of the ground while the man squatted down taking a low stance with his arms fanned out. There was a distinct sound as several blades appeared from the man's fists.
"Alright kid," billow the man in a gruff voice, "let's talk this out, man to man."
The creature responded by roaring and charging him. He returned the charge with his own. The clash was short as he ducked under the creature first swing. It was left wide open letting the man deliver a body blow into the ribs. The creature came back clubbing the man in the head with its other hand sending him flying. The creature didn't follow-up on its strike instead; he clutched it wound and ran away.
The strike Logan took form the beast dazed him. He slowly stumbled onto his feet. The flesh on his face was torn open. He touched it to confirm it, "Ow!" He flinched as he felt the string of his fingers in the open wound. The cuts were deep and if were for the fact that his bones were coated in an unbreakable metal he believe he probably wouldn't have a face.
His claws vanished back into his arms as he began sniffing the air, trying pick up a scent. He found it, actually two. One was the creatures and the other was familiar. He quickly looked around and saw the girl he just saved from the creature. She looked familiar. He walked over to her and got a good look at her.
"How are you doing Pom-Pom?" he asked.
"Don't call me that," responded Bonnie trying not to look at him. The wounds on his face frightening to look at. "What are you doing here? I told you I'm not joining your stupid freak show."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but we're not here for you."
"Then why are you here?" She turned to him with a cold hard gaze. By now the wounds on his face had already healed it didn't even look like her was attacked
"Just here on business." There was a short pause as Bonnie thought about what he said.
"You're after it, aren't you? The monster."
"He ain't a monster, he's just confused."
"He's just like you and me. A freak!"
Logan huffed, he didn't mind the self-hating, that was a personal issue, but he took it rather personal when she started adding other people it, especially him.
Bonnie began to play back the events that the creature was in, the attack at the game, Jeff nearly beaten to death, and Ron disappearing. Her eyes opened up as she stumbled upon a revelation.
"It's Ron," she said really talking to anyone with a humble voice. "That monster is Ron."
"Now how do you know that?" asked Logan.
She gave him a hard look before turning away, "It all makes sense when you think about it. He knew about the game. Jeff was one of the guys that picked on him; he even had a fight with him. And the reason why the police can't find any trace of him is because he isn't missing. He's responsible for everything."
"And you figured that out all by yourself."
"Don't patronize me!" she lashed out at him.
"How long before someone figures out your secret? You figured out his so easily. What's to keep someone from figuring out yours?"
"They aren't going to find out."
"How sure are you about that?"
"Because I don't use it, not like he's using it. I'm not using where everyone can see, making all kinds of trouble."
"You can't hide it forever. Somewhere, someday, either you slip up or someone figures it out, but your secret won't be a secret anymore."
"They won't find out."
"What if they do? What will you do?"
"They won't find out."
He lowered his head and shook it; he may as well have been talking to a wall. She was stubborn and unwilling to accept what she is. At that moment, the rain started again. He shook his head again, if there was a scent to follow Ron, it was gone now.
He removed his jacket and put it over Bonnie, "Come on I'll take you home." He tried to reach down and pick her up but she pushed him off.
"I can walk," she sneered, before pulling herself up. At this point, she realized she had no shoes on. She looked down seeing her bare feet meshed into the wet ground. Her abilities had destroyed any footwear she wore. She looked back at Logan who noticed her lack of footwear.
"You said you can walk. Let's go."
Kim flew over Middleton using one of Wade's jetpack backpacks. Using the Kimmunicator as a guide, she tracked down the creature. As she flew, she saw that traffic on the road below had come to a halt. She concluded that the beast was responsible since its new path took it out of the city. The Kimmunicator was telling she was close to the creature so she started to fly low.
With the little light that was left in the day, she managed to spot the creature. Putting the Kimmunicator away, she flew over the beast and shut down the jetpack. He decent was quick as she managed to line herself up to land on the beast. It went crashing into the ground, before Kim jumped off it. After quickly removing the jetpack she immediately took a stance toward the beast.
"We're going to settle this right now," Kim told the beast.
The creature slowly rose up from the ground bracing itself up on one arm while the other held its side. It looked at Kim giving off a warning growl attempting to ward her away. Kim ignored it as she began her attack.
She came at the creature jumping into a double somersault before delivering a devastating axe kick to its head. It immediately went to the ground, but it came back up with ferocity. It lunged forward from the ground attempted to grab Kim, but Kim took a high jump flipping over the beast landing behind it.
Kim waited for the beast to get back up and face her before she delivered a sidekick with explosive force. The creature flew backward some distance before it began tumbling on the ground. It slowly got up holding its side and bracing itself up on a tree. When it looked up Kim was already on it delivering a flying roundhouse kick to its head. It attempted to block the attack, but at impact a force was unleashed against it that sent it flying again.
Kim wasn't able to follow thru with another attack, as he knees seemed to have buckled. She managed to maintain her balance, but her head was spinning, more so than before. This was all the creature need as it charged her. Its hand reached out, grabbed her at the base of her neck, and slammed her into the tree. The combination of the creatures palm thrusting into her upper chest and the tree into her back caused Kim to lose her breath.
Kim was at the beast's mercy. It lean its head forward and gazed at her for a moment, then it sniffed her. It pulled back and did something Kim never expected.
"Kim," spoke the beast and then the rain came. It lowered and released Kim from the tree, then walked past her.
Kim stared off into nothing, a truth she didn't want to believe had shown itself to her. It was slowly trudged away before Kim turned to see it. The truth was there, and she dared it to be false.
"Ron," she called out to it. It stopped responding to the name and turned back to her. The truth was real, and Kim couldn't believe it. She moved toward him reaching out, but shied away for a moment. Kim didn't stop, she just moved closer and closer until she was able to touch his face. "Oh my god. Ron, what happened to you?"
Ron grunt in response. Kim didn't know what to make of the sound, but she examined him more closely. He was much larger and his fur dripped from the rain, thou difficult to tell. Then she noticed his hand clutching his side and the discoloration.
"You're hurt," she said as she made a motion to his wound. He instantly stepped away.
"No," he spoke.
"Ron let me help."
"No," he spoke again, this time taking another step back.
"Ron, please."
Ron this time roared at her before quickly jolting off.
"Ron, wait," she called out attempting to chase him. "Ron! RON!"
She stumbled to her knees trying to keep up, her head throbbed with pain, and she just generally felt weak. She wrapped her arms around her stomach as another pain emerge, one of loss.
"RON!" she cried his name out one more time before her grief consumed her. Tears flowed from her eyes, but was masked by the rain. She buckled over unable to hold herself up anymore. The truth hurt, it pained her to know her best friend is the worst thing that has come to Middleton.
She cried letting all the emotions she held back throughout the day come out all at once. It taxed her draining all the energy she had left. Finally, she dropped to her side barely able to remain conscious.
Charles Xavier sit within the confines of the larger jet aircraft. Resting on his head was a headpiece similar to the head piece from the Cerebro Chamber. It was a portable unit with the same capabilities as the chamber, but with limited range. Its range thou was good enough to encompass a fair size city. He had been using to track Ron through his run across Middleton, it also allowed him to communicate with Logan over the great distance.
He was rather disappointed with Logan's confrontation with Ron. He wasn't sure of Ron's condition, but it couldn't be good. He had some trouble piercing into his thoughts with telepathic abilities, there was some resistance barring his way. All he could detect from him was whatever was on the surface, most an array of emotion.
He would praise Logan for his compassion in staying with Bonnie, if it weren't for the sour encounter with Ron. It was by far a terrible ordeal she had to go thru, much worse than when her powers first emerged. Still, she was in denial, unwilling to accept what she has become.
Ron's second confrontation intrigued Xavier. Ron himself was not willing to engage his opponent, she seemed insistent. She, herself was not at full strength either, she seemed mentally fatigued, and emotionally drained, but her body was ready to fight. What truly intrigued him was the fact that she seemed to be displaying mutant ability herself. The Portable Cerbro Unit was detecting an X-gene signature that went off at random intervals from her. He couldn't be sure if she was using them at will or she was activating them subconsciously.
The fight took an abrupt turn, which brought it to an end. The anger and hatred he sensed from the girl, had been replaced with sorrow and grief, and then loss when Ron left. She knew Ron, and cares deeply for him, as does Ron for her.
Charles let out a deep sigh as she removed the device. Such feeling he sensed from them brought him no joy. This ordeal was slowly pulling them apart, and he took no pride in witnessing it.
A malevolent figure looked down upon the scene where Kim and Ron just fought. He only observed them just now but he felt that they had potential. He would take them in if not for his weakened condition and their relative infant state to their powers.
He was not a cruel man as to leave a person out in the cold wet rain. He descended from the heavens, knelt down and helped Kim to her feet. He removed a cape he had been wearing placed it around her protecting her from the beating rain. He then picked her up and carried her in his arms.
Kim suddenly felt the world falling away from her. She was taken away to a place that was silent and peace, away from the anarchy she had been fighting in. She felt it for a while, but then the world came back. The peace was broken with the round of a young man's voice.
"Professor," called the voice. It was young, but mature.
Kim felt herself being handed off, just before she completely faded from consciousness.
AN: All right I've been wanting to say this for a while, this involves the character of Bonnie Rockwaller. In the fics I've read of KP I find that I can generally categorize Bonnie into 3 different categories; nonexistent, meaning not in the fic at all, Minor Annoyance, that should be self explanatory, and Super Bitch, again self explanatory, pardon my language. ;)
Just in general, Bonnie is shown in a negative light. This is mainstream I will admit, I follow it sometimes. But there are some fics out there, like "Bonnie's Curse" by Zaratan, in which Bonnie was shown quite differently. I, personally, don't believe Bonnie is that cruel and heartless, especially not after the "Bonding" episode. So over time I've slowly develope my own grand scheme for Bonnie to present her in a different light. She will still stay the snobby, self-centered, brat she has been in the show, but I'm putting some reason behind it. Wish me luck. If you don't like that idea, then I don't care, it's my fic. :P