Author's Notes!

Hmm... Yeah, things ain't looking like what I've planned for this month.

I was supposed to update my older stories, but I just can't get the groove on picking them out for now. Add in the fact that I'm still swamped with work, I guess I'll hold on with them for a while. As for now, I'll be updating this one and a special one-shot to start the year. Beta reader is still sorely needed for this story and the poll is still open.

Anyway, let's get this started! Merry Christmas everyone! I am kmtdiccion and here's my long present for the New Year titled...


"Possible's Pure Love Road"
by: kmtdiccion


Chapter Sixteen:
"The Day Of The Pickles: The Two Goddesses"


"Okay, let's have someone solve this trigonometric function. Seat number 13, stand up." With her commanding voice, Adrena picked a student randomly while wearing her elegant smile. The student mentioned quickly stood up in shock and fear and stuttered "Uh, uhh... I'm sorry! I was not paying attention."

Frowning visibly, she chastised the boy with a soft tone "Focus on class. Are you that excited about the festival?" A small precipitation of giggles erupted from the classroom, but nothing went disruptive of her authority, and so, she quickly forgave the boy and called out the star pupil "Then, Jo... Mankey, please solve it." She expected the smart blonde boy to relay his answer in his usually concise way, but the rather knee-jerk reaction he gave made her unsure of that fact. "Trigonometric functions are used when one needs to determine the ratio of the side-length of a right triangle when one non-right angle is known..."

Adrena stared at him for a moment before shaking her head "I didn't ask for your definition. You weren't listening, either, were you?"

Josh was, fortunately for the young teacher, made himself looked a bit ashamed and muttered a quick apology. Although she's slightly miffed that concentration seemed to be an ultra-rare commodity among these parts, she understood the reason behind it. Even from within the walls of concrete, the distant sounds of the anticipated festival still reverberates throughout. Even she's deep in her festive mood, and so she let this day pass and tried to continue on.

It didn't take long for her to finish as the school bell rings all around. And like a corpse in a horror movie, the students quickly regained life and started packing their things inside their bags. "Don't forget to review the materials for the quiz after the festival. That's all and I hope you enjoy yourselves today." The elder teacher gave her younger brother a quick wink before leaving the classroom.

The class chattered while some started going home to prepare for the event later. Ron could feel the excitement radiating from them, and he is no exception, but aside from the Pickleworks, there is something else on his mind. He saw a particular redhead promptly leaving the room. And so, he packed his notebook inside and bid to his friends "Bye, Josh. Bye, Mon. I'll see you later in the festival!" The two waved back at him before exiting the room and rushed towards her.

"Hey, Kim." Ron greeted from behind, causing said girl to turn around. With one brow rising, she asked "What is it?"

If this happened a month ago, he would be a stuttering mess, and so it felt bizarre, yet completely unsurprising for the blonde to decide to ask her upfront "You wanna go to the Pickleworks together?" Although there were still some nerve lingering, he was still able to speak clearly. However, before he could be impressed with his growth, he noticed the redhead's eyes to soften as her brows slanted into a sad frown. "Sorry. Might be tough. My dad apparently won't be able to come back from work. My mom was looking forward to going, so..."

Ron was quick on the uptake and understood. "Oh, okay. Yeah, you wouldn't want her to go on her own." Kim closed her eyes and muttered an apology, to which he just smiled and waved back. Although he's slightly disappointed, he won't blame the girl since she has an alibi. He knew how much she cares for her parents, despite her delinquent image. With that, he gave up on the idea and surmised that he'll just wander along with his friends. He was about to go and bid goodbye when he felt her hand gripping on his wrist.

Kim closed her eyes in deep thought before speaking "W-Wait!... Uh... It's up to my mom, but I think I might have some free time. So, well..." Her face started to go pink from embarrassment as she tried to find words to speak "... Actually, I bet you've got your own plans, but..."

Hope beginning to surge in his heart, the blonde boy smiled at her "... All right. Call me if you're free. We can go together." Her emerald orbs shone from his answer and nodded her head, thus creating a promise before parting ways. It wasn't set in stone, but Ron would take any chance he could get when it comes to spending some time with her. As he exited the school, he thought "If possible... I'd like to talk to her sometime tonight. I'd like to talk to her about what it means to be in a relationship, and continue on from there..."


Few hours later, one of Food Chain's hideouts...

As people started preparing for the upcoming festival, a group of notorious delinquents were sitting quietly inside their hideout. Although there were whispers of chatter emanating from some of the members, the only source of loud noises comes from the bustling street outside. And high above the platform sat their leader and her generals with their eyes staring towards the door.

They've been inside for almost an hour now, but the Queen B was unrelenting in laying low for the moment. Their own preparations have already been finished earlier, and all that was left on her checklist is the final player for her grand plan. Unfortunately, none of her close members have the gift of patience. Emmie suddenly stood up and let out a groan of frustration. "I can't take this any longer! Imma hit the weights or else my mind's going to break, lemme tell ya!"

Jennie, who was busy fiddling with her phone together with Tara, just sighed but paid no mind to the giantess.

Bonnie, meanwhile, still stared at the door as if she hasn't heard anything. Tara was about to ask her leader if something's wrong when they heard the front door banged wide open. The sound rumbled lightly throughout the hideout, shocking most of the massive group, except the brunette. She stood up from her chair and jumped from the platform. After landing safely on the ground, she stared at the all-too-familiar pale green Go Academy student with a smirk and greeted "Yo."


Riverside road...

After putting on his choice of clothes, Ron went out of their house and walked towards the riverside road, where the long line of stalls starts. Even though he's still a few blocks away, he could see how crowded the area was. The lights emitted from the area quickly brightened up the otherwise darkening sky. As he came closer, the smell of cooked food started wafting to his nostrils. Like any normal people, it is impossible to not get excited about a festival.

Although he doesn't have any plans for the moment, he was sure that he'll have some fun with himself. After passing the entrance, a myriad of stores open for business filled his sight. Lines of food, products, games, and most especially pickles are on full display. People are already looking over, pondering whether they would buy something or not.

Unfortunately, Ron's mind is as curious as an infant, and so his thicker-than-usual wallet suffered considerably. "Why are festival stalls so expensive? Going around on my own is already hard. Those interesting stalls weren't helping either..." He let out a deep sigh as he tried to calm down. He pondered over the pro's and con's of his current predicament until he came to a conclusion. With a heavy heart, he handed down another dollar bill to the owner and begged for another paper scoop.

Right now, he's already spent $15 for the game.

"I won't give up! Hey mister. One more time!" Ron exclaimed while readying his 'determined' stance, as he likes to call it. The owner smiled at the boy and commented "Another one, eh?" to which the blonde boy answered "There are times when a man can't back down. One more time."

The man let out a chuckle before handing over a new paper net. Ron eyed the pool carefully, trying to get the feel of the water's currents. Although to be fair, there wasn't any movement since it's already inside a confined space, he just wanted to look cool. His mind is running in overclocked mode as millions of calculations are being interpreted. He waited for the golden time to catch the aquatic creature. And when he saw an opening, he quickly dived in for the kill.

"NOW!" His scoop went in with almost lightning reflexes. The splash he created made the people from the immediate radius turn their eyes and looked on curiously. Even the owner seemed shocked by the sudden turn of events. Ron smiled smugly at the commotion he made, feeling like some kind of superhero with unnatural powers. If only he looked on to the aftermath of his actions, he would recall the all-too-familiar saying 'Don't count your chickens before they hatch'.

His paper scoop ripped wide open before he could even position it under the fish. And in an instant, all looks of admiration turned into incredulity. The owner stared at him squarely before offering a consolation prize "Wanna take two or three fish with you?"

Ron just shook his head and sulked down the ground with a depressing aura hovering above him. But before he could wallow in his self-pity, a masculine voice called out to him "Well if it isn't Ron." Turning his head, he saw a particular blonde friend of his standing near him. He waved back and greeted "Oh, hey, Josh. What a coincidence."

His brow rose slightly and asked "Are you by yourself? I thought you said you made plans with someone." The other blonde nodded at him and explained "Yeah, it's a wait-and-see for now."

Josh nodded his head and murmured "I see... Then let's walk around together. I'm struggling to enjoy this on my own." He rubbed his temple when a group of females not far from them started giggling while ogling the budding artist. Ron just laughed lightly at his predicament and accepted. Before they could leave the place, however, Josh noticed the paper net with a huge hole his friend is currently holding and asked "By the way... Goldfish scooping? How anachronistic. You didn't even win anything. How much did you spend?"

All he got from the freckled teen is an embarrassed smile. He didn't need any more to know the answer. He shook his head and playfully commented "As uncoordinated as ever." With that, he turned to the stall owner and said "No matter. Let's have my hand give it a try. Mister, I'd like to try."

Handing over a dollar bill, the owner gave a brand-new paper net to him and went to the small pool of goldfish. With calculating eyes, he started his lecture to Ron with "Now listen, the trick to goldfish scooping is not to let the fish hit the paper net. By which I mean, try scooping the water around the fish. Like this..." And like magic in his eyes, the net easily raised the fish out of the pool. Ron's eyes shone in wonder and amazement as Josh puts the prize into a plastic bag full of water.

"And once you know this, you just preserve the integrity of the wet paper by using the parts that you gauge as having the greatest tensile strength." Josh added before returning the net back to the water. In quick succession, Josh's prize bag is starting to fill up with goldfishes. The crowd around him, including Ron, started clapping. The owner was even impressed with him and commented "You're pretty good, buddy."

The blonde hottie just smiled at response. He continued scooping out the fish until his net ended up with a big hole. They were so into the scooping, that they haven't realize the bag their putting the fish in is starting to look like a can of sardines. "Josh, that's gross." Ron stared warily at the bag.

Josh had a similar face and nodded at his reaction "What have I done?" A total of 27 goldfishes were caught in his first try, and judging by the way they're squirming from what little room they have, his act is both amazing and slightly appalling. Ron pointed at the bag and said "It's kind of gross when they're this packed. I'm worried about them not having enough oxygen, too."

Nodding his head, Josh replied "I have no choice. I'm going to go home to transfer these into a tank. I'm sorry Ron." to which the blonde Stoppable boy patted his shoulder "I know. You should hurry and go before their condition gets worse."

And with that, Josh started walking towards his home, leaving the freckled boy all alone again.


Middleton Plaza...

Meanwhile on the other end of the stalls, one particular redhead was currently standing in front of her cousin and the rest of her group. "What's up, Cousin Kim? Why'd you tell everyone in the Corps to go to the festival?" Kim didn't give an explanation, but rather an order "No reason really. Just do whatever. Have fun. But make sure I can contact you whenever. And gather up right away if I call for it."

A round of affirmatives were muttered. Most of them did plan of participating the festivities to have some fun, so her orders weren't particularly unpleasant. With that of the way, Kim quickly dismissed them all and let them off. Although Joss pleaded to join her, she managed to shake her off and convinced her to be on her watch. Kim supposed that her mother is almost done with her food and so she started walking while muttering "I feel bad about only making use of them in times like this... but I need to set up at least a bare minimum in terms of precautions."

Reaching one of the large stalls, the redhead approached the matriarch of the Possible household, who is still eating some pickle-flavored chips, and asked "Hey Mom. You're still eating?"

Turning over to her daughter, she offered her bag and said "You should eat, too, Kimmie. This pickle chips' delicious." Kim declined her offer with a wave of her hand before muttering "I figured they'd bring their entire collection out here..." She looked around and saw people generally having a good time. Her thoughts trained back to her father as she felt a slight pang of sadness, thinking that today should be a special day for her parents, but unfortunately, his responsibilities on the science center made him absent on the occasion "... It's a shame Dad couldn't come." She whispered softly.

Anne smiled at her thoughtfulness and tried to soothe her "There's nothing he could've done. His work is important, after all." Her hand gently patting the younger redhead's shoulder did made her feel slightly more at ease. "And I'm sure James' more disappointed than anyone. He couldn't come even though his daughter gave it her all to help with the preparations. Fufu~ Though it doesn't seem like you didn't have any ulterior motives toward the end."

Kim's eyes slightly widened when she saw the knowing look being sent to her by her mother. But before she could let out an explanation to save herself, the matriarch's eyes soften as the nostalgia started to flow through her eyes. "This takes me back to when James first proposed to me."

"Not to when you two first met?" Kim asked. The neuro-scientist chuckled at that and shook her head before answering "No... I don't want to remember that time. The entire Midwest delinquent world is a dumpster fire back then. People from California all the way to the East Coast were all after me shortly after taking the reins of Middleton. It was during that mess where we met." She nodded as she remembered her stories of the more notorious parts of her life.

The small frown turned into a smile when Anne went back to her memory and said "But his proposal was romantic. You see that old amphitheater stage up there, just beside the plaza?" The older redhead pointed at the far side of the road, where there was once an old stage that was used before the newer convention center was built. Kim nodded at her, to which Anne continued "He hijacked the stage, turned the speakers up to max, and shouted into the mic that he wanted me to marry him."

Her arms instinctively went around her body as she shivered from the memory "And then James shook off the security personnel trying to restrain him and held me in his arms."

Meanwhile, Kim's lips formed into a slight pout at her story. Although she has heard this tale so many times, the idea that her sometimes dorky dad could do something extraordinary like her mother made her feel a bit amazed. And the way her mother just smiles fondly from a memory like that made her feel a tiny bit jealous, although she would rather die than to admit it to them. "... And I guess that's a pretty epic story, too." She slowly commented after a while.

Anne wasn't finished, however, as she continued with the story "And then, while fending off the security, he tripped on the circuit breaker, causing all the lights to go out. The entire area was pitch black, save for the bright moon and the stars sprinkled on the sky, and that one shooting star..." She heaved a sigh for a moment before saying "I can still remember it now."

Kim wasn't sure how to respond, and so she kept quiet, basking on the radiant joy her mother is emitting. When she turned her eyes on her daughter after a few moments, she asked with light teasing "So... why not try hijacking it?"

In an instant, the younger redhead turned into a sputtering mess, causing the elder Possible to giggle. "I-I'm not gonna do that." Kim managed to say. With a hand covering her mouth, Anne laughed "Fufufu~ Well, we can say that was a joke. But the weather's beautiful tonight. I wouldn't be surprised if there's going to be another shooting star." She stared at the blushing teen's face for a moment, before suggesting "If there's someone on your mind... why not walk around with him?"

Her suggestion made Kim's brows to furrow considerably. "But, Mom. You're..." Her question was cut off when a finger went on top of her lips. The mother silenced her and smiled "Children don't need to hold back for their parents." She then pointed at the large stall with long tables and said "They apparently have all-you-can-eat pickled noodles over there, so you don't need to worry about me."

Anne lightly ushered her off, but Kim was still feeling conflicted on leaving her mother alone. When she didn't budge, the female scientist leaned on her ear and whispered "Go on. Don't worry about me." When Kim finally relented, she gave her mother a tight hug and murmured "Thanks Mom." before finally started walking. Seeing her disappear from the crowd, the matriarch can't help but smile at her daughter. "Look at her. She's gotten so cute... Well, she's my daughter, after all.."

With that, she went inside the large tent and shouted "Excuse me! I'd like to participate in the all-you-can-eat!"


A few hours later...

Ron managed to get out of the area to take a break for a while. He is currently resting on a nearby small park while looking over the festival area down the road. Things still looked as lively as ever down there. Looking over his watch, he supposed that it was time the mayor or someone from the city board to go up on stage and announce the official opening of the festival night. Hearing the mic tests echo throughout the area, Ron decided to look over and see the commotion.

While walking, he looked over the sky and saw some stars starting twinkling all above. Although he expected the weather to be tranquil from the weather bulletin, he didn't expect the sky to be that much beautiful. He remembered that one night they shared a few days ago that made him smile fondly. Thinking about a certain redhead, he reached his phone and tried calling her. "Hmm... Kim Possible's number is..." Unfortunately for him, as soon as he opened his phone, the signal bar was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh... 'signal congestion', it says. I guess there's too many people around." Ron pouted at that. He looked over and saw masses of people started congregating towards the stage, the noise from the sound system started playing some music. He placed his phone back inside his pocket and decided to watch the program. "Well, it's a bit early to call her anyway. She did say she'll contact him if things went well with her Mom..."

He kept on walking, following the wave of townsfolk and tourists alike. He felt like a sheep in a huge herd. Ron chuckled as he remembered how... 'unique' his outlook once was during his middle-school days, thinking all sorts of conspiracy that controls the entire world. As he approach the area, the density becomes higher and higher as personal space seemed to shrink more and more. And by the time he reached the furthest end of the amphitheater, movement seemed almost impossible.

Ron groaned as he felt the waves of pressure all around him. The pushing and pulling made the atmosphere feel like an ocean of dense liquid, to the point that he could easily feel being drowned. He tried to make his way into the entrance, but the bystanders, coupled with queue lines from nearby stalls, and those who were rushing towards the entrance made it almost impossible for him to enter. And like jello, he was bounced back and out, knocking him towards a body.

He tried to halt, but the gravity was merciless, and so he crashed towards a girl. "Whoa!" Ron shouted as he braced for the collision. Thankfully for him, the girl's body was sturdy and was able to withstand the impact. Ron wobbled for a moment before regaining his stance. The girl, meanwhile, yelled "Ow! Get the hell outta my way!"

The angry outburst was expected from her, and so the blonde boy wasted no time and let out an apology "Please excuse me... Oh..." When he looked up, he saw a familiar small brunette who he always saw beside a certain redhead delinquent. Said girl also stared at him for a moment before recognition hits her "Ah?... You... You're that fucking Food Chain spy!"

A flash of confusion shone from his eyes until he remembered what happened from the school rooftop a couple of days ago. Ron mused that Kim haven't cleared up her misunderstanding. He held his hands up and tried to explain, but he was cut off "Their scouts really are here... So the rest of Food Chain's here, huh?" The last bit of information shocked the blonde boy to the core. Although he had knew that their brunette leader had planned on crushing the festival, he had thought that her beat down made her think twice. A cold chill went down his spine as a bad feeling started churning inside.

"What do you mean!?" Ron asked louder than he had anticipated, with his eyes going wide and his hand on her shoulder. The second-in-command jerked away momentarily before scrunching her eyes "What I mean is that one of our guys saw over 300 of your battle-ready Food Chain troops heading over here!"

Ron's arms fell back to his side limply. Things didn't make any sense in his mind. He had thought that Bonnie Rockwaller had already called off her plans. But he supposed that the motives doesn't matter anymore. "They are delinquents for a reason. They're not some noble soldiers who follow agreements to the tee..." With anger started surging inside, he gave the confused brunette another glace and asked with as much seriousness as he could muster "Does Kim know about this?"

Joss narrowed her eyes and answered "I was just looking for her so I could tell her. We can't use our cell phones here... Wait, what the hell! Who the fuck do you think you are!?" Her later outburst fell on deaf ears, however. Ron nodded his head, thanking that the Bloody Fox haven't heard anything yet. "I'm glad. She's still enjoying the Pickleworks. But what should I do? What am I supposed to do about the 300 people heading here? Should I call the police? No, that wouldn't work..."

His mind went into overdrive as he thought about ways that could stop the impending danger. The police is already busy as it is. Their forces is already thinned out for security, and so if Food Chain attack all at once, the responding force may be too late to salvage anything. He looked over Joss and mused that the redhead had already put the entire Corps as a safety insurance, but he questioned whether it was enough. If they were to stop them, they will have to call and inform Kim, and Ron didn't want that.

Ron wanted her to enjoy the festival that she had secretly helped. He wanted her to have a peaceful night for once. With no other choice, a decision has already made inside his mind. The freckled teen spoke "... Hey. Don't tell Kim about this."

The small brunette narrowed her eyes and let out a retort "What? Are you stupid or something!? Why the fuck would I listen to a Food Chain spy." Ron gritted his teeth as annoyance started to bubble up inside. He scratched his head in agitation and started to clear up the misunderstanding "Aghh, geez! I'm not a spy. I'm Ron Stoppable. I'm Kim's... friend." He answered, deliberately avoiding the term 'boyfriend'. Joss crossed her arms on top of her chest and asked "And what kinda idiot's gonna believe that?"

With time ticking, Ron understood that he can't afford to waste time, and so he said "Then I'll give myself a condition. If I'm able to hold myself to it, then I want you to trust me and not say anything to Kim." Confusion rose from her eyes, but nonetheless, he had her attention, and so Ron went in for the kill "I'll stop Food Chain. I won't let those people come here, I swear. So if I can do that, as in, as long as the people heading this way won't approach the festival grounds, don't tell Kim Possible. Please."

Joss closed her eyes for a moment, pondering about his words, before reacting "You idiot... Let's say I believe you. How're you planning on stopping 300 people by yourself?" Ron shook his head at that and countered with "I'll figure something out. It's not like you guys are losing out on anything. You're just going to wait for them to come here regardless. I'll be the only one with anything to risk."

Although she gritted her teeth, she was convinced with his appeal. As long as he was assure that Kim's night is uninterrupted, he was fine with anything. And so, he started walking while saying "I'm going, so don't tell her, okay?" Joss clicked her tongue in agitation, but nonetheless nodded her head "Goddammit. Fine. I don't want to bother Cousin Kim with this either. Not when she's enjoying the festival." Ron smiled at her and nodded before leaving the area.

He supposed that the small brunette likes Kim Possible, too.


A few blocks from the Riverside road...

The long line of motorcycles started to pull their breaks as the orders for a halt arrived to them. While disembarking, the road is started to be littered with unsavory characters all wearing a particular trench coat. Some of those who preferred staying inside their homes noticed them and started locking the door, in fear that they might be targeted.

Bonnie stood out from the bike and shouted "All right, gather up!" Without any complaints, the massive delinquent group obeyed her orders and went around the brunette. Tara, Emmie, Jennie, and Brick quickly assumed their places beside her. The Angel of Destruction is en route to her position just north of the amphitheater, patiently waiting for her orders. When Bonnie saw that everyone has settled, she continued "They'll be able to see us now that we're here. They've already knew something's up, so we got to move fast."

The small bluenette beside her asked while tugging the edge of her coat "Hey, hey, Bonnie, is it really okay to smash up the festival?" Her leader responded with a smirk etched on her face. "It's fine. It's just a bunch of shitheads trying to make their jar of pickles pass for tradition, anyway. The festival was originally held to commemorate the start of the cucumber harvest. We're just changing the occasion to us beating down our biggest enemy."

She turned to her watch and looked at the time. "Ten more minutes until Angel's group is in prime position from the north. One last time. You can go let off as much steam as you want, but minimize injuries to festival-goers. It'll make things difficult for us later if you hurt them. As for the stalls, only smash up the ones with the red banners. Avoid the rest." Bonnie curbed their enthusiasm for a bit, just to be sure everything's according to their plan. Fortunately for her, most of the members fear her, so she's confident they'll obey her.

"And... What's Possible doing?" Bonnie turned to one of her subordinates tasked on monitoring the Possible Corps. The girl straightened her back and relayed the information "It seems the entire Possible Corps members are taking part of the festival. Kim Possible herself is also most likely here."

Bonnie nodded and turned around, looking at her recent ally with a smirk. "So they say." The brunette's eyes gleamed as the infamous Massacre still went silent. Shego closed her eyes for a moment before letting out a ferocious smile "That's good."

With that, the brunette turned her head away from Shego and murmured "Now then... Eight more minutes." The noise of from the fesitval grounds suddenly went down after they cut the music off. Shego let out a chuckle at that, causing the Food Chain head honcho to turn back to her. Massacre shook her head and murmured "Looks like the mayor's starting his address right now." She looked up towards the bright moon on the clear sky and said:

"I was just thinking... No way he'd have ever imagined that the daughter of his biggest sponsor would come smash up this festival."

The comment didn't went past her. Her relationship with her father is rather a touchy subject to her. Narrowing her eyes, Bonnie growled at the pale green delinquent. Unfortunately for her, instead of apologizing, Shego just smirked at her, using the opening to rub more salt to her wound. "What? Is it a sore subject for you?" The taller girl taunted.

Clicking her tongue, Bonnie readied a retort when a hand landed on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw the towering figure of Emmie. "Mm... Bonnie, something's comin' this way." Deciding to let go of the black-haired girl's jibe, she asked her subordinate "Cops?"

"No, it's-" Her answer was cut off by the brunette "Then they don't matter. We'll be there in seven minutes' time."

Jennie rushed towards them and relayed "Hey, look. It's that Ron Stoppable guy on the street." And in an instant, Shego and Bonnie's eyes went wide as they both shifted their sights towards the direction the small girl was pointing. There he was, panting heavily from the intensive running. He managed to face the 300-strong mass of troops the Queen B has assembled. Bonnie walked towards him as the delinquents who were eyeing the boy curiously began parting ways for their leader.

With a hand on her hips, she commented "Can't say I understand your sense of timing." When Ron regained his steady breath, he looked around, staring at the massive group that filled the area. He's definitely shaking hard, but he didn't want to show an ounce of weakness as of this moment. He needed to appear as if he's not afraid. "It's a very big crowd you have here."

Smirking, the female leader nodded and asked "Oh yeah, this is the first time you've seen this many of us, right?" Stretching her arms wide, she yelled with an authoritative tone "We're 313 members of Food Chain, led by me, Bonnie Rockwaller. Pleased to make your acquaintance. We'll be making ourselves at home in your precious little Pickleworks now. Along with a detachment to the north." The mention of their group caused all of the members to holler and cheer while others opened the lights on their bikes, momentarily blinding the boy.

Meanwhile, Ron's nerves is starting to drown out his conscience. He suppressed the urge to shiver from the brief display of power and asked "What's going on here? You said you'd leave the Pickleworks alone." Her question was met with silence, other than a laugh that originate from a female behind her. When she stepped in to his vision, Ron's eyes went wide when he saw Shego, in all her glory, smirking at the stupefied boy. "! Shego. you too!?"

Said pale green girl laughed at his bewilderment and said "Nahaha. Sorry about this, Stoppable. Story's changed. I decided I wanna crush the Pickleworks after all." The sound of mocking laughter from the massive group seemed to drill the dark reality in him. His heart ached badly as he realized that the worst case scenario is happening right in front of him. Bonnie raised her hand and signalled the group to calm down, to which she then spoke "I have to thank you, Ron Stoppable. It's thanks to you that we Three Gods finally can come together tonight. Though, it's not really the best situation for Possible."

Ron didn't rise to the bait, and so he just stared at the haughty girl stonily. "As a token of my gratitude, we won't hurt you. You can go." She smiled at the blonde teen, hoping that he'll take the chance of getting out of harm's way. The rest of the gang grinned, but the boy went still for a moment. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, making the lot of them curious. When he did decide to reply, his answer made them startled "... Please go home."

This wasn't the answer she was waiting for, and so Bonnie narrowed her eyes at him. Ron's posture went down further as he tried to bow as low as he can, his voice unwavering "Please... Please don't do this today. This is an important day for Kim, and for the rest of us as well. All I can do is beg, so please go home."

The brunette's temples is starting to show her veins as she curled up her hands into a fist. The audacity to let himself be step on just to let go of the festival didn't sit well with her. She hated people who kiss up to higher-ups, and as of this moment, the boy's actions made her remember those kind of people. Shego, meanwhile, stared at him with neutral eyes, almost indifferent of his plea. Hundreds of delinquents sneered at the pitiful display, as they started shouting obscene words at him.

Ron could feel the cold gazes of the two Gods standing before him as it stabs relentlessly in him, but he kept his head hung low despite that. "Being laughed at is nothing if it's for Kim's sake." He muttered to himself. When the hollering died down, Shego heaved a sigh. Ron hoped that he had got to Shego's mind, but the steel on her voice quickly dashed his hopes to dust "Stoppable. You just don't get it."

Bonnie then glared at him, scoffing "We've already mobilized! You think we're gonna pull back just because of a 'please'!?" Ron nodded his head and implored to them "That's what I'd like to do, yes. Please. Plea-" His begging was cut short when he felt her knee go to his gut. He easily went down to the asphalt road as he groaned from the sudden attack. Bonnie towered over his vulnerable form, and growled menacingly "Shut the fuck up already, moron!"

She pointed away from the festival and yelled "I'll let you off with just that one kick, so fuck off already!" Shego, meanwhile, clicked her tongue in mild annoyance as she throw in her two-cents "Aw, man. Look at what happens when you try to butt in." She stared at him with seriousness and ordered "Go home. I don't want you getting hurt."

Clutching his stomach, Ron tried to stand up. He remembered how flawlessly Kim beat Bonnie during their time in the commercial area, but her kick drove home the point that she's still a top-ranking delinquent, and so her attacks are no easy joke. When he managed to stand up, he eyed the irritated brunette and groaned "P-Please... Don't."

"I said, shut up!" Bonnie retaliated. The group was now feeling pissed on the boy. One member shouted "This guy's a pain in the ass, Queen B. 'Nough with the soft shit, let's just lynch him." Murmurs of agreement started emanating from the group. The rising dissension of the boy made the delinquents to voice their frustration "We've got a festival to enjoy after this. Let's fuck this guy up as a pre-game." Although Ron was starting to fear them, he didn't want to show it in front of them.

On the other hand, Bonnie let out a sigh "Hah... I don't like lynches. But, I hate showoff insects like this even more. Let's have him taste some pain." And before he could react, Bonnie kicked him once again, throwing him towards the road for the second time. This time. however, she didn't hesitate to let out her sadistic side. Placing her boot on top of him, she pushed her entire body weight to the foot. The air inside him went out instantly as Ron vainly tried to get her off of him.

Bonnie smirked at him while grinding her foot. Ron yelped from the pain in response. The delinquents howled at the sight as they hurled insult after insult towards the boy. "Right, I forgot. You're in a pretty interesting position yourself. Looks like I get to educate Kim Possible's boyfriend... Interesting." The thought of her rival's lover squirming underneath her while fighting for his life made the brunette feel empowered. Meanwhile, the pain he's feeling was almost reaching unbearable levels. The limited space for air made his diaphragm to gasp in more, hurting the organ in the process.

"Gh, gh, gh, gh... Ah!" He gasps once again as he felt his innards being torn apart. The rest of the group just watched in sadistic fascination on how their leader is punishing the boy like some lowlife. "Kim Possible or Shego ain't got nothing on her when it comes to her cruelty. She's a bona fide royalty, treating him like a servant." One commented. Jennie just laughed at her and said "Bon-bon's the most dishonorable sadist in the entire world!"

A tick mark formed on her face as she scowled at the bluenette "Don't call me dishonorable, moron!" She then turned to the boy, whose eyes is now starting to tear from the pain "Though I won't deny the sadist part. Now come on, squirm. Getting your stomach stepped on hurts like hell, doesn't it?" She drilled her foot down on him, eliciting another chorus of yells of pain from the boy. Pain is her natural territory, and she knows the best way to inflict them. She doesn't hesitate on going after the most painful spots.

Her face went a bit closer after a bout of twist and turning. He could practically feel her entire being staring down at him with a wicked gleam "It hurts, doesn't it, Ron Stoppable? Don't you want me to stop?" He nodded his head as tears trailed down from his eyes. Her smile turning into a grin, she said "I'll stop if you say this: Say 'Please stop. I beg you. I don't care about the Pickleworks, so please save me.', like that."

Ron wanted to let out an incredulous stare at that, but the pain from his gut instantly washes all form of dissent. He cried out in pain, but he didn't give in. Bonnie smirked at his pained expression and murmured "Right. it's not something you'll be able to say right away, but..." She gave the boy a hard stomp at his abdomen, making some of the members to wince, before taking his leg and started applying pressure on it. "I'll be very impressed if you can last another minute."

Twisting slightly, she puts her foot down and started applying pressure. The slow, seeping pain is infinitely worse than being beaten to a pulp, in Ron's mind. With sadistic glee, Bonnie hollered as she listened at his short gasps of air "Come on, come on! Just so you know, it can still get worse!" She twists his ankle, making his arms to flail from the intense pain. "Just give up and say it. Say you don't care about the Pickleworks, and that you want me to save you."

The crowd around them started jeering at the boy. Shego, on the other hand, just stared at the blonde with serious eyes. His vision is starting to turn hazy. The pain went past his toleration as he would uncontrollably sob. He felt like he went back to pre-K, only this time, he felt like Death is actually knocking on his doorstep. His body felt heavy, almost screaming at him to give up and let him take a break. He had been pushed to the limit and for many times he wanted to end it all.

But the sight of Kim slouching in the pouring rain, taking care of a stray cat would always appear inside his mind. He could've end it all and let them have their way, but the way that the redhead smiled in contrast of the dark cloudy atmosphere brought him a strange sense of solace. His mind has already made up. Although at time he thought he had wavered, his mind would always remind him of her. With that, he gritted his teeth and growled out his answer:

"No... N-No way!"


A/N's: Yepp, a shorter chapter this time around. I've got to end it here so it could have a better breathing room on what's to come. This is the second part of the trilogy interlude, and the final one will be updated next week! I'll also be working with my other stories so do watch out for them. Don't forget to put me and this story in your favorite and following lists. Also, leave a review if you want to say something, give some critique, etc. I'd be delighted to read them all! Thanks for reading!

'Til next time!
-kmtdiccion :)