That damn stick !
Imagine , you find out that you've suddenly gained the ability to turn into a (supposedly) mythical deity who could lift the very planet on it's shoulders if necessary. But only through a damn stick !
Bonnie had been mulling over an excuse to keep it on her at all times ( having learnt that she turned back from lack of contact with the hammer/stick for about a minute ) .
So far she'd gone through Martial art's (too aggressive , plus some idiot would eventually ask her to show off her 'skills') , Majorettes (to ditzy , something Tara would probably excel in…though she hadn't seen her often lately ? ) and was currently settling on the idea of a possible Ballet injury.
Of course none of this mattered now.
Why you may ask ? Because Bonnie was in her favourite place.
The mall !
She still had the stick with her though , the gnarled wooden pole serving as an irritant when trying to carry multiple items of clothing. She'd dare not too bring it though , Middleton seemed to be a breeding ground for freaks and crazies (Kim's enemies being a perfect example) one could never have to much protection after all…..
"Where next" ? "Club Banana or the shoe shop ….tough decision" .
The various bag's in her arms suddenly tumbled onto the floor , a tall blonde man in a suit stuttered out an apology only to be on the receiving end of a vicious glare from Bonnie.
"Watch where your going idiot" said Bonnie , her venomous tongue being put too full use .
"Nn-now y--y-y-oung lady t-t-heir is no n-n-need for that" replied the man a stern look upon his face , he then limped away grumbling slightly.
"Stupid moron" muttered bonnie busying herself with retrieving her clothes.
When she had finished gathering her scattered good's the chocolate skinned teen continued with her decision . The shoe -store was closer , but Club Banana ha-
Bonnie's ponderings were interrupted for a second time today , although this time in a less volatile manner, a loud cough of announcement coming from behind her.
"What the hell do you w- Stoppable" ?
"In so many word's" chuckled the blue skinned Ron Stoppable .
"What the heck is wrong with your skin" ? Asked Bonnie , noting Ron's new attire . A simple fedora with a black band and a long trench coat both of them a khaki colour although something was…wrong.
It was just the way he looked, her eyes becoming hazy if she focused on his face or body for too long.
"Ahh , well I wanted you to meet a new friend of mine…."
Ron clicked his fingers , the snap calling to attention a small yellow speck on the floor. In mere seconds it had transformed into a hulking , brutish creature. Hate filled eyes staring down at bonnie.
"…..Say hello Mangog" .
Instead of words Mangog let out a blood curdling roar , the sheer force of the noise shattering nearby windows.
The beast then reared it's fist back , readying it's overtly muscular form for a blow which ( by Bonnie's guess) would reduce her to a large red stain on the floor.
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"What a rude young girl" thought the man from earlier , his left leg shuffling slightly against the floor . Sometimes he wondered if serving in the war had been a good id-
The mans attention was suddenly drawn to the familiar crack of wood on stone , he then paused and counted .
He had to be sure ……
The sudden intrusion of lightening within a building would usually be called ball lightening , but he knew better .
He watched and waited , while the regular shoppers ether ran or screamed .
Mere seconds later his suspicions were confirmed.
The lame man sighed , somehow he knew he'd be caught up in this superheroing business again…….
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I own neither Kim Possible (which belongs to Disney ) Or any Marvel Comic's characters (all of which belong to the Marvel corporation with various copyrights going to Stan 'The Man' Lee)
Sorry for the lateness but I've had a lot going on in the last few weeks…
The concluding chapter will arrive in ether two or one chapters time .