Evolution: Middleton Monster

Enter the X-Men

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: Certainly glad everyone is enjoying this, I know I am :)

Just to let you folks know this fic is nearing its end, maybe 1 or2 chapters left, not entirely sure of that. I'm just writing this as I go, but I do have a rough plan. This will be the first fic on a series of fics as I continue the crossover fusion of KP and XME.

Scott Summers sat on the boarding ramp to X-Jet keeping out of the rain. Professor Xavier brought him to a city in Colorado called Middleton, to help Logan and Storm with a new mutant. He got the idea that this new mutant was a nice guy, but his mutation has made him violent, even worse, its making him attack out in the open.

He looked out observing the twinkling lights of Middleton. It was nothing like Bayville, there weren't as many lights. The rain slowly began to die down. The dreary sky had finally shunned out any remaining light from the setting sun.

It was then when he noticed something in the air. He saw something, someone, flying toward him. Whoever it was it was already on top of their location, by the time Scott saw him. The petering rain prevented him from hearing the person touchdown, but he knew that he had landed.

Scott quickly brought his fingers to the shutter button of her visor. He instantly recognized the individual and was ready to fire, but then he notice that he was carrying something. He was carrying a person, as she saw red hair and facial features wrapped up underneath this man's cape.

"Professor," called out Scott just before he left the ramp to meet this individual.

This man had set the person in his arms down on her feet as she saw Scott approach him. When he was within reach, he gentle handed off the young girl to him. After which he reattached his cape and ascended into the sky.

"Professor," called out Scott again.

Kim quickly walked up to Ron her mission gear. It had been a while since she has seen him. She was glad to see him, perfectly normal Ron. The moment she went to grab his hand he pulled away.

"Let's make it official," his voice randomly appeared from nowhere.

Kim frowned for a moment as Ron looked over his shoulder with a smile. He was teasing her as she watched his brow raise and his head motion as if challenging her to get him.

"Do I have to have a reason to ask my best friend out on a Friday night…" his voice rang out again.

She smiled and promptly went over to him and took his hand. Now she was in a teal green blouse and black jeans.

"Boo-yah!"

They both ran hand in hand, happy as can be. The hold they suddenly had broke and Ron began to pulled away. Kim tried to go faster, but no matter how hard she tried Ron just seemed to be pulling away.

"…why didn't you stick up for me," Ron's voice rang out again causing Kim to stop. She was now in her cheer outfit as she continued to look at Ron. She tried calling out to him but no sound would come from her lips.

"You're stubborn, bossy, and possessive."

Kim covered her ears attempting to shut out Ron's voice, but to no avail.

"You're suspended," rang out Mr. Barkin's voice

Kim stopped trying to shut out everything, and began to run after Ron. However, the same as before, no matter how hard she tried Ron just kept moving away. Her voice was gone as well as she vainly attempted to call out to him.

"I don't want to talk to Ron right now," her voice spoke thru the darkness. This immediately caused Kim to stop. As she did, Ron faded into the darkness.

"Ronald is the beast," came Monkey Fist's voice. "Ron has become something you cannot stop."

"…the evidence is staring at me," came Wade's voice. "…I can't ignore the facts."

Kim found herself in her mission uniform again, just as she heard a growl off in the distance. She looked to find two yellow amber eyes. Slowly the light rolled back revealing the monster.

"Kim," voiced the beast, before charging Kim.

Kim only watched the creature approach her, afraid to do anything, afraid to hurt him. However, when he came close enough he struck.

Kim's eyes suddenly opened, widening as far as they could. At the same time she sat up, but quickly brought her hand to her head. It was still spinning. Her headache seemed to have gotten worse since the last.

"Kimmie," came a familiar voice.

Kim turned to the voice to find her mother, "Mom."

"Are you okay sweetie?"

"I don't know." She closed her eyes for a moment to recall recent events, but when she opened them again, she wondered about something else, "Where are we?"

"You are aboard my jet." Kim looked past her mother to find a bald man bound to a wheelchair.

"Who are you?"

"Kim," began her mother walking up beside the man, "This is an old friend of mine, doctor…"

"Professor," corrected the bald man.

"Sorry, Professor Charles Xavier. He was a psychiatrist at the hospital I was at during my residency. He helped through some troubling time while I was there."

"Now I am trying to help your friend."

"How do you know about Ron?" asked Kim.

"I have a means of detecting individuals like Ron."

"Do you know what's happening to him?"

"In a manner of speaking, he's evolving."

"Evolving?"

"I believe a little more explanation it a little required. A small percentage of the world's population possesses an anomalistic gene, the X-gene. It remains a part of them since the moment of their conception to the point where they pass on. However, during that time, especially during points of high emotional stress, that gene can be activated. This usually occurs during the subject adolescent years right around the time of maturity, puberty to more precious. When this happens, the gene has a profound affect to the subject, allowing them to do uncanny things, allowing them to do things you hear in tales of mythology and legend."

Kim found his story a bit hard to believe, but with all the things that have been happening, sometimes the unbelievable is the only truth. Still it was a far fetched idea..

"But Ron's almost seventeen; he passed puberty a few years back."

"Yes, I am quite aware of that, but this isn't the first time I've encounter Ron's abilities." This caused Kim's mother to stare at him.

"I don't understand. Ron's done this before?"

"No, but this is a story for another time. Right now I and my people are trying to stop him form doing anymore harm, but he is proving to be a difficult case."

"It's never easy with Ron. Why are you so interested in him anyways?"

"I run a school in Bayville, New York, designed specifically to help people, like Ron, to deal with the changes that are occurring within them. My school also keeps them away from preying eyes that would fear their abilities."

"You mean the people without this… X-gene."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I am afraid that humanity isn't ready for them. People tend to fear what they don't understand or can explain, thus that fear turns into hate and could eventually lead to violence. So, I help keep their secrets from the people until they are ready to accept them."

"Then why are you telling me all this?"

"One, I believe you should know what is happening to your friend. And… I also believe you are one as well."

Kim's eyes widened slightly along with her mother's. Both were surprised by what he just said.

"Charles," called Kim's mother, "Can we speak, in private." She walked out of the room. Xavier maneuvered his wheelchair and followed her.

"What are you saying," demand Kim's mother with a hushed voice.

"I thought it was perfectly clear," replied Xavier.

"Are you saying my daughter, my oldest child is a mutant."

"This is not a bad thing, Anne."

"I know but she never showed any signs."

"There are some cases where the emergence of their abilities is subtle enough to where they might be aware of it. As far as I can tell, her abilities are no immediate threat to herself or anyone else."

Anne closed her eyes and shook her head not wanting to believe that her daughter was a mutant.

Kim remained in the room absorbing what Professor Xavier just told her. A scary thought did approach her, If she did have this X-gene could she be as dangerous as Ron.

She got up and slowly ventured out the room. She wrapped the blanket that was given to her, while she was unconscious, around herself to keep warm. She was still wet from the rain and it was cold.

She slowly peeked her head out the doorway and turned to the direction she saw her mother and Xavier go down. She saw them talking, it was faint she could barely hear them. Then she turned and looked down the other away. She saw a movement just as she peeked out, before she looked toward her mother and her friend. She took her time as she left the room. She used the wall for support as she walked down the short corridor; her head was still spinning from her headache.

Creeping her way, a young man came into view. He wasn't much older than she was, but his attire was odd. Most of his outfit was black, with yellow gloves and greaves. Wide yellow stripes went across his torso creating a large 'X' on the front and back of his uniform. Kite sharp pads rested over his shoulders with a yellow outline and a red 'X' in the middle of it. Then there was the yellow visor over his eyes with a red lens.

Kim moved a little further and another one came into view. An African woman with silvery white hair, and blue eyes. Her outfit was mostly black as well, but much looser in fit. White gloves and high heels covered her hands and feet, and a cape was draped over her shoulder, black on the outside white on the inside.

She continued further until she was at the edge of the corridor. There she spotted a third one; his outfit was different from the other two. His was sitting down, most of his costume consisted of orange and brown, and it seemed that it had a hood. This man was familiar, but it wasn't until he finished strapping his gloves did she make the connection. He held his hand up and suddenly three metal blades emerged from his fist and quickly disappeared back.

She was taken back to the game when Ron attacked; he was the same man that chased him away. The man with the strange weapons in his hands. Then Ron's injury came to her.

"You," said Kim with utter distaste.

Xavier turned away from his conversation with Mrs. Possible and to Kim. He suddenly felt a strong emotion from her.

"Charles," called Mrs. Possible as he turned away. She then looked over with him finding her daughter out of the room, "Kim."

Wolverine looked along with Storm and Cyclops after hearing a voice from the corridor leading to the back of the X-jet. They saw a dampen redhead girl wrapped up in a blanket moving toward Wolverine.

Kim had not taken more than a step from the corridor before losing her balance and falling to her hands and knees. Her headache was doing more than making her feel uncomfortable; it took away her balance preventing her from simply walking without aide. She also had to try harder to focus herself.

Cyclops and Strom both motioned toward Kim as she fell, but Cyclops was closer. Wolverine stood up from where he sat.

"Are you ok," asked Cyclops as he tried to help Kim up, but she only shoved him away.

"What did you do to Ron," demanded Kim as she looked up at Wolverine.

"Uh," replied Wolverine as he looked down at the girl.

"Kim," called her mother as she came over and helped her up.

"Ron was hurt when I found him," said Kim distraught. "He was bleeding. And you have the things that come out of your hands. Those, those… claws. What did you do to him?"

Wolverine looked at her as her hateful stare pierced into him. Her mother was giving him a cold look as well. He looked around and saw that Cyclops, Storm, and Professor Xavier were also looking at him in curiosity.

"I'll be outside," he said not wanting to explain his actions to any of them. The boarding ramp was nearby so he was out of sight quickly.

"Anne…" began Charles.

"Charles," interrupted Mrs. Possible, "I'm taking my daughter home." She gently helped her daughter up to her feet and slowly made their way to the boarding ramp.

As the exited the aircraft, Kim's mother saw Wolverine standing nearby. He looked at them with a cold unfeeling stare. Kim was too upset look anywhere and so kept her eyes to the ground.

They came out to an area away from Middleton and littered with vehicles. Aside from the large and long jet, there was an odd shaped and unrecognizable make of a helicopter, two cars, one of which belonged to Mrs. Possible, and a motorcycle. Gently she took her daughter to her station wagon and placed her in the passenger seat. Instead of going around to the driver side, Mrs. Possible headed back to the jet and confronted Wolverine.

"What," he huffed as she came up to him. She responded by slapping him across the face, then left.

Xavier rolled down the boarding ramp just as Wolverine was slapped. He watched as she calmly walked back to her car, but he could feel the anger within her.

"I wish I had a cigar right now, "said Wolverine looking away.

"This has been a difficult case," said Xavier sensing his stress and discomfort.

"I tried talking to the kid, you know."

"Was that before or after you tackled him?" He gave the wild man a snide look

Wolverine glanced at Xavier for a moment, "I did what I had to do."

"Sometimes your recklessness does more harm than good, Logan."

"What did you want me to do? He was all over that girl."

"I suppose from your perspective it looked like he was going to attack."

"Was he?"

"I can't be sure, but I did sense a change in him."

"Well I wasn't going to bet her life that just because he might of had a change of heart."

"Tell me Logan, does it make you feel ant better knowing that you injured an animal instead of a boy."

"Not really," with that, Wolverine completed his uniform as he brought his mask over his face, "but it puts my conscious to rest."

They hadn't been on the main road for long, but Kim had a lot on her mind. That man, with the metal claws stood out the most. She couldn't prove he was the one that hurt Ron, but there was enough evidence to confirm suspicion in her mind. It was the only conclusion she could come up with.

Evidence… There was a lot of it and stared her in the face, the truth about Ron. It was all there, except for one piece. That piece was told to her by Monkey Fist and then explained by her mother's friend. She still didn't want to believe that that monster was Ron.

Ron… Some part of Kim can't help but feel responsible for what happened to Ron. That if she just shown up at Bueno Nacho like she said she would or talked to him when he called, maybe none of this would have happened.

"Ron," she said staring out the car window.

"Kimmie?" called her mother.

"I need to find Ron." she looked at her mother.

"Kim…" she was unsure of how to respond to Kim

"I have to find him, before anyone else does."

"Kim, Charles…"

"I don't trust them mom."

Mrs. Possible quickly brought the car to a stop on the shoulder of the road. Then she looked at her daughter, "Charles is a good man. He won't let anything happen to Ron. I promise."

"He was bleeding when I found him, and I know that man did it."

"It's too dangerous."

"He won't hurt me. If Ron is in there her won't hurt me, not this time."

"How will you find him?"

"Wade's been tracking since the game." Kim quickly pulled out the Kimmunicator. "I can find him."

"Kim…"

"I'm going to find Ron and make everything right. Even if I have to do it by myself." Kim suddenly opened her door.

"Kim, don't leave this car! Kim!" She tried to grab her daughter but was only successful in taking the blanket.

Kim stumbled out grabbing the door to prevent her fall. She regained herself and shut the door, then began to slowly made her way down the road.

Mrs. Possible quickly struggled to get out the car when something came to her.

"Anne," came a voice to her.

"Charles," she said.

"Let her find the boy."

"Charles, she barely able to walk, let alone fight."

"I don't believe she has any intention of fighting." Mrs. Possible watched as her daughter began to move beyond the car away from its support in her aid to walk. She was still able to move, but it was slow.

"If there is any chance of resolving this situation peacefully she would be it."

"Can't you try talking to him," said Mrs. Possible thru her thoughts.

"I have tried, but he is somehow resisting me. I am afraid to push any harder in fear of causing him anymore harm."

"You're asking me to put my daughter in danger."

"With all do respects, she puts herself in danger, constantly, with your knowledge. She shares that danger with him. There is a bond between those two, that much I felt from them, you know this as well. That bond they have might be the only one that can reach out to him and stop him."

She sighed knowing he was right. She had watched those two grow up since they were in preschool. They run and play together, have fun and be mischievous together, they even cried together. Ron had almost become like a son with all the time that they spend together. It hurt her when she realized the creature was Ron, it hurt her even more that it's making her daughter unhappy.

She exited the car and walked over to Kim. She gently wrapped her arms around her and looked at her, "You can't get there all by yourself."

Kim looked at her mother and smiled. They hugged for a moment before she was lead back to the car.

Bonnie just entered her room, her hair and body wrapped up in towels. She took a shower to relax and to get the dirt and grim she collect as she ran for her life. She just wanted to get away from the chaos that had suddenly fallen on her. The Middleton Monster, who happens to be Ron, running into that wolf man, and all the police that are still around her home conducting their investigation of the attack. Most of all she just wanted to forget that she's different.

She removed the towel around her body and put on her nightwear, which consisted of a large button up shirt, panties, and some sweet pants. Normally she didn't bother with the pants, but the weather had been getting colder.

She sat at the edge of her bed and looked at the nearby nightstand to keep her mind away from today. Aside from her alarm clock, an array of pictures littered the top of her nightstand. They were pictures of her in various poses and outfits, except for two. There was a picture in the very back of her entire family, but she was much younger when it was taken. The other was much larger than the rest; it was one of her brother. His skin tone and hair color were similar to hers, his hair was cut short and the uniform he wore gave him a very proud image.

A glass carrying case rested nearby her clock in front of the pictures. It was open revealing a pair of elliptical shaped specs. She was in no danger leaving them out in the open in her room; everyone in her family knew she wore them. It isn't as if she needed to wear them, just when she needed to read. She always had trouble reading small print. No one outside her family could know that she wore glasses, it would destroy her. When she was stuck to Kim, she managed to pass them off as a pair fashionable shades, since the case was closed at the time, but quickly hid them, among other things she didn't want her rival or anyone else knowing about.

Below, on the lower shelf of the nightstand laid a mound of fashion and beauty magazines, letting her keep up with the latest trends. These magazines thou, were getting old and out of date and should be thrown away.

Bonnie looked over to her pillows and reach for something behind it. She pulled out a white stuffed rabbit. It was an old thing, its whiteness no longer white but a light gray. She had had it for as long as she could remember. It was a small thing that made her feel safe when she was scared. Mr. Rabbit gave her a sense of security. She held it tight in her bossism hoping that all her worries would just go away.

"Bonnie."

The voice that suddenly came to Bonnie startled her making her drop Mr. Rabbit. She quickly looked around looking for the source of the voice, "Who's there?"

"Bonnie, please calm down."

"It's you," loathed Bonnie recognizing the voice. "Stay out of my head!" She clasped her head shaking hoping to make him go away.

"Bonnie," called her mother causing her to stop with the shaking, "are you all right?"

"I'm okay mom." she called out to the door. Then she lowered her voice but maintained a harsh tone as she talked back to Xavier, "What do you want?"

"Your help."

"No interested."

"It's about Ron. I know you are aware of what he is."

"So what."

"You know what he's going thru."

"I don't care."

"You know this boy. Don't you have any compassion for what he is going thru?"

"Just because I know him doesn't mean I like him, okay. I don't care what he does or what happens to him."

"Is that how you truly feel?"

"I hope I never see him again."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Are you still there,' asked Bonnie after a moment of silence. "Hello?"

He was gone, no longer in her thoughts. She looked down finding Mr. Rabbit laid out on the floor.

The hunger was still strong in Ron. He drove himself back to find another source of food. Sifting thru garbage didn't work; it only provided him with scraps. His hunger was great, and the predatory instincts the controlling him were strong, this was why he chased Bonnie.

After he left Kim, he found a place to rest. He tried to change back, he felt the sensation that prelude the change, but it didn't happen. That was when the huger struck him, so he ventured back to Middleton.

His wound was no longer bleeding, but the area around the wound was still tender and still caused him some grief. Still, he was able to move around on all fours now. They would carry him to a place he was quite familiar with, a place he knew had food, ready to go.

Bueno Nacho, his restaurant of choice in fast food. He trudged his way into the parking lot allowing the lights to bath him. He didn't want to hurt anyone, or kill anything. He would scare them away and take his fill.

Ron had already begun to stir up some of the patrons in and out of the restaurant, but he would get them all to leave. He reared back on to his leg and let out a beastly roar, beating his chest as he did. He had their attention and they all panic, he could feel their fear. Ron ran to the building and began slapping the windows as he went around to further enticing them.

The patrons and workers of the restaurant fled in fear out the door. The worker manning the drive thru window dove out that window leaving his headset hanging outside. Ned, the restaurant manger, made the decision to call for help. He was scared out his mind, but he knew someone needed to know. Just as he began dialing he stopped. Not sure why he just dropped the phone and fled like the rest.

The establishment was almost cleared out, some of the people were slower than other, but Ron was willing to wait if it meant that no one would get hurt. When it was finally emptied he slowly walked up to the main entrance. He rested a hand on the doors as he looked inside.

This was a place full of memories; he and Kim had come to this place for years. They were well known at this place, despite Kim being a hero. As he looked, Ron could almost see an image of Kim and himself sitting at their usual booth. They shared so many fun times here, sure they had their little squabbles and bickering at time but it never really drove a wedge between them. They would always speak to each other within a matter of hours again. Things were definitely different now, and they would never be the same again.

"Ron!"

Ron turned to the sound of his name, but a thick patch of fog obscured his vision. It only interfered with his sight up to the edge of the parking, but where did it come from, it was there before. He was able to find and image within the fog just as it called out to him again.

"Ron!"

This time he recognized the voice and as the image slowly became cleared, "Kim."

Kim slowly emerged from the fog and stopped at the edge of the parking lot. It was hard to tell but it looked like she was still wet from the rain. Ron's fur was also wet from the rain, but it didn't really bother him. For Kim, it did since she had a blanket wrapped around her.

Ron walked toward Kim but stopped as he got halfway to her. He couldn't see her or go to her, not after all the hurt and harm he has caused. He wasn't just thinking about the moments when he was a rampaging animal, he also thought about the hurt he caused at cheer practice too. He didn't want to hurt anyone.

Kim had already begun to approach him. Ron lingered back, wanting to get close to her, but afraid getting close. Kim closed the distance between them slowly walking until finally she reach out and touch him.

"Ron," she looked at him with concerned eyes, eyes Ron has rarely seen. "If you are Ron, if you are in there, then you have to stop." Ron turned away and began to walk to the restaurant.

"Ron please, there are people out there looking for you. I don't know what they want." Ron continued to walk away, the hunger kept beckoning him.

Kim tried to follow him, "Ron you have you stop this."

Ron suddenly turned to her, startling her. She stumbled back a step trying to keep her balance. It was an effort but she did manage. Ron looked at her; he didn't want her to see him like this. He wanted help, but he couldn't trust himself not to hurt anyone. He just wanted to be left alone so he could figure things out on his own. He just wanted her to go away.

Ron made a few grunts before letting out a roar, rearing back on his legs while holding his arms out as far as he could. He brought his arms back and beat on his chest rapidly before finally rest back on his hands. Kim couldn't maintain her balance from this display falling on her backside. When she landed she saw a ruby red streak of light strike Ron. It knocked him, spinning him to the ground.

Kim turned to looked only to find the young man with the visor slowly emerging form the fog.

"What are you doing here?" she shouted to him as she slowly came to her feet.

Suddenly she heard a roar from behind her, she turned to see Ron had gotten back on his feet letting out a feral cry

"Look out!" shouted Cyclops as he moved his fingers over to visor.

"No," shouted Kim as she turned to him holding her hand up to him.

It was too late, a red beam was unleashed from his visor streaking toward Ron. An unseen force just in front of Kim stopped the beam releasing a brilliant show of red light as it fanned out against it. Kim turned just in time to see this show of light.

AN: One of the hard things I had to deal with while writing this chapter, was the fact I know everything in reguard to this fic. But the characters don't. I had to becareful not to give certain knowledge to charaters that they would simplely not have known, just because I know. Get what I mean?

Anyways ther were so many other things I wanted to do, like have Kim hit Wolverine instead of her mom, but the way things flowed I simple could have that happen. I the previous chapter I wanted Logan to get hit by a car and keep going, thought that would be fun, but things just didn't pan like I wanted. I'd rather a good flowing story than to add a few minor laughs.

I think I'm rushing this here. Just to let you all know I'm not totally satified with the conversation Kim and Xavier had, but I honestly can't think of any way around it.And Kim conclusion that Wolverine stabbed Ron was a little blah, in my opinion. Hey look I'm flaming myself :P But seriously what do you all think?

Oh yeah one more thing. I really haven't been saying this lately, or at all, but... Read and Review, plz.