Sorry for taking so long to update. Anyways… Here's the latest… PLEASE let me know what y'all think… WARNING! Slash involved in this chapter

Disclaimer… Once again, the characters? Yeah, not mine… bummer…

Chapter 4

Oh Mr. Stoppable…

"Huh?" Ron woke up about 4 o'clock in the morning, He thought he had heard a voice, but he was sure no one else was in his bedroom. He looked around with groggy eyes, and had started to fall asleep again.

Ronald Stoppabllllllll…WAKE UP!

"What?" Ron's eyes snapped open. He knew he hadn't dreamed that. The voice was right next to him! He suddenly felt a presence off to his left, and slowly turned his head in that direction. What he saw caused his chest to clench, and his body felt a sudden chill to the bone. Ron couldn't take his eyes off of what he was seeing, and he was frightened beyond belief.

Standing beside his bed to his left was a dark figure. No, not just dark, but black. In fact, so black that it stood out even in the darkness of his bedroom. The eyes seemed a little high on the head, and they were an almost un-earthly green glow. As Ron continued to look at the form standing next to his bed, he noticed that there were what looked like tiny… ears? on the side of the head.

The figure spoke in the same voice he had heard (or was it in his head?) earlier. Do you see me Ronald? There was no answer. Nod once if you can hear me.

Ron nodded his head slowly. Good. We, you and I, now have a bond. We are sharing our minds… our… thoughts. Together we will be greater than ever before!

"Wh… who, or what are y… you?" Ron stammered out with a shaky voice.

I never really thought about a name. My given name has not been used in centuries… It would be kind of nice to be called that again. So for now, you can call me Loki… Though that may change later.

Now, as to WHAT I am… I can be almost anything you want. I can be vengeance… I can be retribution… I can be judge, jury, AND executioner!

Ron found his voice a bit, and asked this… shadow person (for lack of a better descriptor) another question. "What do you want with me?"

With you? What do I want WITH you? Oh I don't want to do anything WITH you. It's what I can do FOR you, Ronald. I can do just about anything you ask me to do.

"Will you leave me alone?" Ron asked, his fear some-what receding.

Like I said, ALMOST anything. The darkness paused. Now that we have recognized each other in conversation, a tighter bond has been formed. I am now part of you, and you are now a part of me. We will be as… one. Sleep now, and you will have no memory of this… conversation.

Just before Ron's eyes closed to fall back asleep, his eyes once again gave off a light blue aura.

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Ron awoke Sunday morning with his alarm. He was to go to Temple today, but he really did not feel like it. In fact, it was almost as if a voice inside his head had said something along the lines of "What's the use?" He had totally forgotten that Kim was to go with him to Temple.

So he slapped the alarm off, rolled over in bed, and fell asleep again. He didn't wake up until his parents came back from temple, the front door closing waking him up.

"Ronald! Son? Are you awake?" Ron's father called for him up the stairs.

"Just getting up now, Dad." Ron replied loud enough to be heard through his door. "Give me a couple minutes and I'll be down."

He threw the blankets off of his body, and sat up in bed. "Man, I had the weirdest dream, Rufus." Ron said to his pet naked mole rat as he stood to a standing position after sitting on the edge of his bed.

After taking a quick shower, Ron threw on the first clean clothes he saw, and went downstairs. As soon as he made it to the bottom of the stairs, he saw three people, not two, in the kitchen. The newcomer had fiery red hair.

He walked in to the kitchen and all three turned from their conversation towards him. "What's everyone looking at?" Ron asked nervously.

"Did you dye your hair Ron?" Kim asked with a quizzical look on her face.

"Uhm… no." He subconsciously ran his fingers through his hair.

"It looks… darker." Kim said, touching his bangs, as if inspecting his hair. She then changed the subject. "Do you know I waited for you to go to Temple?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout that. I was just really tired and couldn't get out of bed. You wanna hang this afternoon?" He quickly changed the subject.

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The rest of the day the two teens just sort of 'played it by ear', walking around the mall, and just in general hung with each other. For the entire time, Kim could tell something wasn't quite right with Ron. He was too quiet.

That evening she decided to say something. "Ron? Is something wrong? You've been really quiet today…"

"Oh, I'm OK KP. Guess I'm just a little tired, that's all." Over 13 years together, Kim could tell there was more. She decided to push a little.

"Ron… I can tell something isn't right with you. Please, open up and tell me what's going on?" "She snuggled in close, hugging his arm, and looking at him with big round glistening green eyes.

"I said there's nothing going on, Kim. Now leave me alone. You seem awfully clingy today." He pulled his arm out of her embrace. Ron's voice had a tinge of annoyance, something that Kim hardly ever heard from her boyfriend.

"OK, Ronald Stoppable. Now I know something is going on. You've never spoken to me like that before. I'm not going to let up. Now please…" She placed her hand on the side of his face, and turned it towards her as they sat on the couch. "Tell… me… what… is… going… on."

The next thing that happened Kim would never forget as long as she lived. It truly scared her. Ron knocked her hand away from his face, and then grabbed her, hard, by the throat just under the chin. Her eyes went wide with both surprise and fear as his met hers with almost cold annoyance.

"When I tell you leave me alone, BITCH, I mean it!" Ron then pushed her back onto the couch, hard. He then quickly stood, and stomped out of the house, leaving a very frightened and stunned Kim Possible laying on the couch gasping for breath!

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Ron's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. What have I done… What have I done? But he wasn't alone in his mind.

We have done what you could not do by yourself. She was suffocating us! You do realize that the female is vastly inferior to the male warrior. Don't you?

Ron was now running back to his house, faster and faster, as if trying to run from the voice. He was trying to run from what he had done. He could not believe he was capable of doing something like that!

He burst through the front door of his house, barreled straight up to his room, and locked the door behind him. Ron stood in the middle of his room shaking, and holding his hand up in front of his face. The hand that was previously on his girlfriend's throat!

The look on her face… She was SCARED of me! I frightened KP! And I most likely hurt her… both physically and mentally. Ron dropped his head, feeling the shame and regret wash over him like an Arizona summers monsoon.

That other voice spoke in his head again. Now that WAS exhilarating, wasn't it? Did you feel the power? Did you feel the utter CONTROL? You know you could have killed her if you had just squeezed a little…

"Shut up!" Ron spoke loudly as he covered his ears, as if that would drown out the voice. His breathing started to become ragged, and labored.

All I think you need is a little… push. Something to get you to go all the way. You need someone whom you would TRULY like to see… dead. You need… prey. The dark voice paused for a long while as it searched it's host's mind, looking for something. Someone. It found a name. One that was associated with a severe dislike.

Roh' Wall ah'? This Bonnie Rockwaller? Oh this is just perfect… We both would like to see the same person dead. For different reasons, but we both want to see the same end result.

She has been your enemy for many years, hasn't she? You want to see her dead so that she would never pick on you ever again. You want her to stop calling you a loser. You want her to leave your girlfriend alone. I wish to see her dead because she is a direct descendent of the fool that banished me to THAT INFERNAL LAKE!

Come now, Ron Stoppable. Let us go find this… Bonnie, and dispose of her.

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Not knowing exactly what he was doing, Ron walked out of his house, got on his scooter, and drove too… "Bonnie's house? What in the world am I doing here?"

Ron sat on his scooter across the street from the Middleton Cheerleaders home. Staying in the shadows of a few trees, he watched the house for just a few moments. He breathed deeply through his nose, and he could smell her! Without really knowing how, or why, Ron knew from smell alone that Bonnie was the only one in the house.

He got off the scooter, walked up to her front door, and rang the doorbell. After only a few seconds, the door opened a crack, and a dark eye was seen peering out. "What do YOU want, Stoppable?"

"I need to talk to you Bonnie." Was all he said.

"About what?" Bonnie's voice was filled with pure annoyance. Why is this loser at my house?

"It…" Ron paused for a heartbeat. "It's about Kim." The dark eye looking through the door crack narrowed.

"What do you mean?"

Ron, or rather what looked like Ron, thought for a moment, then spoke again. "She… broke up with me, and I want to get her back… With you."

"Really?" Bonnie's voice rose an octave, and almost sounded… excited?

"Really."

The door closed, and the sound of a chain being un-latched could be heard. The door swung open with a very demure looking, and completely oblivious, Bonnie Rockwaller standing there, with just her pajamas on. She never knew what hit her. Literally.

Ron quickly stepped in, and with one hand swinging the door shut, the other hand slammed into Bonnie's jaw. Her head snapped around, blood flying from the split lip, and she fell in a heap unconscious.

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The next thing Bonnie knew was that she awoke on her couch in the living room, and the TV was on, but the volume was very low. Sitting up, she groaned slightly, and gingerly felt her jaw with her hand.

"Good. Your awake." The voice made her jump as she had not seen who was sitting in the recliner in the room. "We wanted you to know who it was that killed you before you died."

Ron stood up from the chair, and spoke again. "It's me, Ron Stoppable."

Then something happened that Bonnie's mind almost could not comprehend. Ron's body morphed into… something different. It was black. Black as tar, but with no shine. The eyes rode high on top of the head, and glowed with a sinister green illumination.

This new form spoke, but with Ron's voice. "And it is me, Loki."

Bonnie's jaw almost dropped to the floor, and she spoke in not much more than a whisper. Her voice shaking with fear. "So the stories my grandmother told me were true. You have finally come to take vengeance on my great great great Grandfather!"

"Good, so you recognize me. I was worried I would have to tell you a story." Loki paused, and the blackness disappeared from Ron's face. The rest of his body stayed that almost un-earthly black color and it looked as if his head was covered with a cowl of some sort that had small ears on the side.

Ron/Loki took a step towards Bonnie, raised their hand, and struck her across the face! Blood flew from the re-opened cut on her lip as she was spun face first into the couch. She then felt herself being lifted by the neck.

Ron/Loki held Bonnie out in front of them, her feet dangling about a foot from the floor. Her pajamas were flapping at her ankles as she wildly kicked out, trying to fight back. She beat on the hand holding her by the throat, but to no avail.

With their other hand raised, an almost sickening schink> noise came from the fingers as small claws slid out of the ends of the fingers. "Wake up, time to die!"

Just as Ron/Loki raised the clawed hand for a strike, the front door slammed open, and Kim Possible came running in. "Ron! No!"

The distraction was enough to alter the deadly swing, and the claws dug deep into her side, ripping four long deep gouges into the soft white skin of her belly! Ron/Loki then threw the screaming Bonnie into the wall, and her head hit with a sickening crunch!

Her body landed in a heap on the floor, blood now trickling out of her nose and ears. Blood was also pooling near her stomach where the four slashes were bleeding profusely.

Ron/Loki paused and looked at her body, then over at Kim, who was standing there slack-jawed at what she had just witnessed. Her hesitation was all they needed, and Ron/Loki ran into Kim with a shoulder lowered, catching her in the midsection. The hit launched her into the entryway wall that was covered with family pictures, shattering all of them. Kim landed on the floor, stunned by the shoulder hit, pictures falling all around her.

Ron/Loki was long gone by the time she had cleared her head and started out the door after him. The only thing that stopped her from continuing out the door was a loud groan coming from inside the house.

To be continued…

Is Bonnie going to survive? Stay tuned… Once again, Please R & R...