Evolution: Middleton Monster

Rude Awakening

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: Alright folks I do apologizes for the extended wait on this next chapter. IT just that the flow of the story had just took a an abrupt turnso I had to shift gears. Also I really wasn't sure how I was going to get the character to say the right things to make it go the way I want it to go. An there are the MMORPG I play. Sorry folks for making you wait to long.

OKay time for the shouts... Wait I can't do that anymore. Damn. Well in case any of you were wonders about the poll I had you take in the last chapter it goes to stand most of you want me to let the stroy explain Kim's powers. As much as I want to tell you, I will let the story do the work.

Wait! One thing I must do. Agent-G (2 Thumbs up) I didn't think a great writer like you would bother reading my stuff.

I know I've said it before but this story is nearing the end. I will pick thins up in another fic as part of a serries, which I'll probably call my Evolution Serries.

Ron ran thru the nothingness. He wasn't running from anything, he was actually running to something. He followed a sound, the sound of what seems to be an animal. The sound grew louder as he neared. As frightening as the sound may be he was compelled to seek its origin.

The beastly sounds continued to grew louder until he finally found it. It was a beast, a creature that he had never seen before. It had broad wide shoulders with long arms. They reminded him of an ape, but its legs were far from that of a primate. They were doubled jointed, like a dog or a cat, granting the creature some fair mobility. Its hands held an opposable thumb, but every digit had a sharp claw at the end of them. Its head no doubt belonged to some kind of wild animal.

Maybe this was something that DNAmy created, it was bizarre enough, and then realized what was in its hand. There was a limp body hanging in its grasp. The person was clearly dead, since there wasn't a clear spot on his neck. The beast went for his throat, crushing his windpipe. If the bite to his neck didn't kill him outright, then it was a slow death as he was suffocated.

Surprisingly Ron knew how the creature killed its victim, but what surprised him even more was the identity of the victim. The victim had the same face as the one Ron would always see in the mirror. A notation fell into his mind as he realized what this beast really was. He gasped at the truth.

The creature turned to Ron hearing his gasp revealing to him a tiger's head. The beast almost instantly dropped its victim and lunged toward Ron.

Ron didn't hesitate to run away, moving as fast as his legs could take him. No matter how hard he ran the creature was right there behind him, slowly closing in. He turned his head to check and see the creature again, but he somehow tripped and fell. He tried to get back up quickly, as he did the creature pounced. Ron managed to catch a glimpse of this before it finally caught him.

Ron woke up letting out a short outburst as he sat straight up. He breathed heavily thinking back on what happened moments ago. He quickly realized it was nothing more than a dream, but he never had a dream as violent as that one.

"Ron," a familiar voice spoke out to him.

He looked over, next to him discovering some one close to him. "Mom," he said, his voice filled with surprise.

Mrs. Stoppable got up from the chair she rested in and approached her son. She leaned over the bed and gentle hugged him, embracing him only as a mother could. The moment she touched him he felt his body ache everywhere, but for all his soreness Ron welcomed his mother love. For more than a day he had not felt the comfort and compassion of another human being, it was worth the ache he felt in his body.

"Oh Ron," spoke his mother. "Sweetie, I'm so glad that you're all right. That that monster didn't hurt you."

Ron's umbrella of comfort was blown away with those words. Memories of last night flashed in his mind, people he wanted to hurt, people who got hurt, and people who were scared.

"Mom," he spoke with a broken voice. The words he wanted to say pile up before they could come out. He wanted to tell his mother the truth, tell her everything. But he recalled what had happened on Friday, when his mother got upset because of what happened at cheer practice. He didn't want her to get upset again, it hurt too much. He was also afraid that she would be scared of him. Tears began to swell in his eyes as his mind flustered with the words.

"Your father!" Mrs. Stoppable left the embrace of her son and went for the open door.

Ron didn't watch as his mother left the room. The thought of what he could turn into held his mind hostage. His only other thought was to get away, away from everybody that he could hurt.

He tried to move but his body ached with soreness. It felt like he just got done playing a game of rugby. Rugby was the only thing Ron could compare what he felt to, after discovering it from Mr. Barkin.

Moving was an effort all on to itself. He felt everyone of his muscle nag at him to stop as she tried to get himself off the bed. This progress was halted when he felt a tug on his arm. He turned to see an IV line stuck in his arm as well as a heart rate sensor over his finger. The sensor was easily removed, but when he got to the IV line he was only able to separate the like from his arm, the actual needle was still stuck in his arm. It didn't really concern as long as there was nothing physically holding back.

Ron swung his legs out from the bed and let them drop to the floor. It was cold sending a minor cold shock thru him. He pressed on and got off the bed, but as soon as he stood upright he leaned back onto the bed. His head spun and his body still ached with fatigue. He stood up again and gave himself a moment to fight off the dizzy spell.

Mr. mad Mrs. Stoppable appeared in the doorway finding their son standing by his bed. Both were happy to see that their son was well, but were very concern. They were told by the doctors that he needed rest; he body was weak from lack of food and water. They told them that he was severely malnourished and dehydrated.

"Ronald," called his father as he went to help support him along with his mother. "What are you doing son?"

"I need to get out of here," replied Ron trying to get away from his parents hold

"You can't, you're too weak." It didn't require much effort on Mr. Stoppable to get Ron back to the bed.

"You need to rest," added his mother.

"I can't stay here." He struggled vainly to get away from his parents. He so desperately wanted to get away from here, away from the people he could hurt.

A sensation tingled over Ron's body as he burst out his parents hold in a sudden burst of strength. He kept moving grabbing the doorframe whipping him to a halt outside the room. He hesitated for a moment as he felt his body ache with pain. He looked back seeing his parents slowly get back on their feet. He loved his parents so much, that's why he left racing down the hallway.

He rushed through the halls trying to avoid anyone in the way, unfortunately Ron was just to eager to get out he just brushed people out of the way. Through the maze of the hospital Ron managed to find the elevators, unfortunately one of them just closed. He rushed toward hoping to catch it before it closed all the way, no luck. His arms ended up slamming against the sliding door. He slammed them once again out of frustration then looked around.

The call button, maybe there was an elevator waiting in the other door, he hope. He pressed the bottom lighting it up. Nothing happened. He pressed it gain, and nothing happened. He began pressing it repeatedly, but still nothing.

"Come on," he shouted slamming his fist against the wall. He looked around again and found something else, "Stairs!"

He rushed to the door throwing it open. He paused for a moment assessing what level he was on, eighth floor, almost at the top of the building. He almost groaned at the prospect of running down eight floors, but he went anyways. Just as the stairwell door closed the elevator door dinged open.

Ron at first tried racing down using every step, then he got an idea. The next flight of stairs he came to he jumped, attempting to clear them. He succeeded, but upon landing a sharp pain shot up his legs causing him to fall over and face planting the wall.

"Ouch," groaned Ron as he picked himself up. "Okay, not doing that again."

Picking himself up Ron continued down the stairs, moving as fast as he could. Finally he reached the first floor. He leaned himself against the door, breathing heavily he trying to ready himself.

"Ok Ron, you just need to run as fast as you can and don't let anyone stop you," he said trying to bring confidence to himself, but still just as scared. He was worried that he could turn into the thing at any moment.

"One… Two… Three!" Ron quickly pulled the door open and bolted out.

Just as he took two steps he realized he wasn't where he thought he was at. Looking up he found himself in the Bueno Nacho parking lot, staring at the restaurant. As he looked around he realized that he was in his normal close, cargos and a red and black shirt. He turned around to find the door he came out of but found nothing.

He approached the restaurant, unsure of what to think. When he reached to glass door he saw the people inside, every one of them he knew. Brick Flag was sitting at one table with a few of his jock buddies. Bonnie was there too with her little social ring. The cheer squad had their area inside too. There were many others he saw too, including Kim. She was sitting at their usual booth with Monique, Felix, and Rufus. They saw him and began ushering him to join them.

Ron wanted to join them but just as he touched the door handle everything flashed. It was for a for a brief moment, but everything darkened as if it were under the night sky, and in the glass Ron's reflection was not his own.

Ron was oblivious to this sudden flash as was a cheetah that suddenly appeared on the concrete around the restaurant. It laid there basking in the sun on a cool day.

"I can't," said Ron gripped the handle.

"Can't what?" asked a voice from behind him

Ron turned around to see that the voice came from a bald man in a suit and bound to a wheelchair.

Xavier had managed to tap into Ron's mind, isolating him from the outside world. In reality Ron hasn't left the hospital, he hasn't even left his bed. Xavier was able to conjure this scenario from the small bits of memory he was able to get from Ron.

"You can't what," asked Xavier again.

"I can't go in there," replied Ron looking back into the restaurant.

"Why not? Are you not welcome here?"

"It's not that…"

"Those people there seem to know you. Are they your friends?"

"They are... it's just… It's complicated. You wouldn't understand." Ron turned away from the door and began walking away.

"You're scared," spoke Xavier after Ron walked past him causing him to stop.

When Ron heard the man everything flashed again. Again unknown to Ron a gorilla appeared on the sombrero roof of Bueno Nacho. It looked down over the brim watching him. Xavier on the other hand was quite aware of the creature.

"You're afraid of what you're becoming," continued the professor. "Afraid of what you can do. It's perfectly normal to feel that way."

"Who are you?" was all the Ron could say as he turned to him surprised.

"Someone who wants to help."

"You're some figment of my imagination aren't you?" His suddenly vanished as the thought that this person wasn't real.

"You may say that I'm somewhat of a conscious."

"That must be it I'm dreaming again," laughed Ron. "I mean, how else can you know that I'm the monster. Seriously, I don't even know what's going on. How can you help?"

"Do you think running away is going to help you?"

His cheeriness suddenly faded, "It'll keep away everyone that I can hurt."

"It is valiant of you to seclude yourself for the protection others…"

"Uh?"

"But running away won't help your situation any. There are people out there who went thru a lot of trouble to find you."

"They shouldn't have helped." He turned away looking at the street. "It's not their problem."

"What about Kim?"

"Kim?" Ron's eyes opened as he remembered her from last night.

"She put forth the most effort in finding you, pushing herself beyond her limits to do so. Would you let her struggles be in vain? Is it not her problem to help a friend?"

"I never meant to hurt anyone," explained Ron as he turned to the bald man, "especially Kim. This thing, that… monster, is out of my control."

"I can help you control it, help you understand it."

"I don't want it." At that moment everything flashed again. This time a tiger appeared behind a car. It gazed thru the car's window at Ron as if it were stalking.

"You must understand, whatever is happening to you cannot but undone."

"I don't even know how I got it?"

"You were born with it."

A moment of dismay fell upon Ron's before he replied, "What kind of a conscious are you? If I was born with this then how come I didn't go crazy before. Why did it have to start now?"

"I cannot explain why it started at this point in your life, but I can give you guidance to prevent these outbursts from happening again." Xavier needed to convince Ron that trying to avoid the situation wasn't going to help him. He had learned from Kim's mother about the last mission Kim and Ron had, "Do you remember your encounter with, Monkey Fist?"

"Not really just heard that some killer creature…" As Ron stopped in mid sentence the world suddenly began flashing between night and day. The animals and the patrons in the restaurant flashed with the day as night blinked in. It soon stopped leaving a dreadful night sky.

Ron was aware of this sudden change but something else grabbed his attention. Ron's eyes were unfocussed and stared off into nothing as he gritted his teeth and clutched his head. A wave of rage fell upon him and Xavier. Then many different sounds, like voices, came flooding in.

"Too many," cried out Ron. He shut his eyes hoping it would help the voices go away

Suddenly the voices stopped. Ron opened his eyes and looked straight forward in time to see a hulking figure land between him and the professor. The figure was the creature of Ron's nightmare, the monster he had turned into the last couple days. It let out a low growl as it raise its head to Ron. It never reach its full posture, just enough to meet Ron eye to eye. It trudged over to Ron until they were face to face. Its amber yellow cat eyes beamed into his, showing him something he had forgotten.

Another voice began to fill the area. It was different from the others but still couldn't be understood. You could only sense that voice was in a panic afraid of something.

An image, like a projected film, played across the night sky. It showed a man with ape like appendages in a black martial arts uniform. He moved to avoid his pursuer. The man was desperate; he was already bleeding from many cuts on his body. Several times he would disappear from view only to appear again. With some of his disappearances he took heavy injuries, the first was to his arm, notably broken as it was slightly bent in the middle of the forearm. The last time he vanished from view he didn't reappear on his own abilities, instead his pursuer's vision just turned to him. He took another injury as the bones in his leg were smashed.

This man was deathly afraid now, unable to move, unable to fight. He feared for his life. The man raised his arm up and cringed away from the impending final blow, but it never came. A sense of fear washed in mixing with the unbridled rage. Slowly the rage began to fade, and then the fear, finally everything stopped.

The creature pulled away from Ron leaving him in a state of shock as he continued to stare straight ahead. The creature turned toward Xavier. It let out a growl letting its muzzle wrinkle as showed them man a fierce look, and then it charged him. The moment the creature made contact with him he faded from the world.

Xavier was suddenly thrown back into his wheelchair. He managed compose himself properly but placed a hand on his forehead.

"Charles, what happened?" asked a red headed figure holding his wheel chair.

"I," he replied. "I was force out."

"How?"

"I don't know."

It was all sudden, he never really experienced anyone that could force him out of their mind, but he wasn't sure if Ron was completely responsible for that act. One thing he was sure of the creature was a manifestation, just like the three animals that appeared just before. He wasn't sure of their function; guidance, protection, or something else entirely.

Xavier felt he had earned Ron's trust, but that was under a rouse. He would have to try again. He also felt Ron was still determined to run. He had to convince him that running and hiding wouldn't help him. He had learned of the mission he had with Kim up in the mountains. He presumed that this was where his power to transform first occurred, but it had somehow traumatized him to forget it. Now he wasn't sure if making him to remember the incident was a benefit to the boy. He could only hope that showing him the lost memory would convince him to seek help, instead of running.

AN: No, Ron's isn't immune to mental influence, just a little resistant to them. Xavier put only the minimal effort to get into Ron's minds, next time he'll be alittle more prepared.

I hope this small encounter with Xavier is enough to convince Ron to seek help. Yes I know I'm the writer anything I say goes, but I like things to make sense and have a good flow. I know I probably bautched that making sense thing and flow ealier in this fic but I feel there's nothing I can do about that now. I can hope that it won't gratly impact the future of this serries of fics.