Chapter 2: New Kid on The Block

Another night, spent and used up. The sun rising in the dawn, marking another day. With an alarm beeping and a radio station playing, it couldn't be helped that it was time… time to wake up and head for another day at school.

In an effeminate and highly decorated room, rose a redheaded hero. She rubs the back of her head, yawning, stretching, curling her toes as they lightly touched the floor. She mustered the strength of her own two feet. She appropriated herself as music filled the room.

"Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that."

"Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back."

She turned off her radio and rushed downstairs. The smell of a perfectly made breakfast waft through the house. Kim sees her mother making a wonderful meal as her father reads the newspaper while her twin brothers talk amongst themselves.

She was hoping that Wade would give her another mission today, maybe somewhere during school. Technically for her, it means early dismissal. She was ready for today, cheery and energetic.

On another place rose a blonde boy whom awoke just the same as Kim. Eyes that showed indifference, yet determination. After unpacking his things from last night, it was only fair that he had to collapse on his old bed, at his parents home. Pinching his nose, he placed on his clothes as the radio was turned on, for the sake of steeling him for another day.

"I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger, sick of you acting like I owe you this."

"Find another place to feed your greed, while I find a place to rest."

It was surprising to him that his home was well maintained after his absence for years. One of the things he's learned from his travels are that friends are important, and those 'friends' he has, happened to be in high places. Whether publicly or within the shadows.

With an adjustment of his collar, revealing a necklace, shaped like a small shuriken. He walks downstairs to grab a small breakfast before he leaves. Someone had left him a note, containing a roster with room numbers. The school: Middleton High, home of the Middleton Mad Dogs.

He sets off, but not before looking at the photo hanging on the stand, it was him, when he was younger, more vibrant, more alive. Next to him, side by side, were his parents. His hand lightly touched the photo, as he let out a sigh. Before his mind could slip back into the warm confines of the past, he opens the door, shakes his head and hurries to the school.

Walking toward the school seems normal. Approaching the grounds caused a redheaded hero to give out a quick yawn. She was able to head inside and was greeted by her longtime friend.

"Hey Kim, H.A.Y.G (How Are Ya Girlfriend)? She says to the redhead. As Kim stops to meet her, she answers.

"Aw Monique, it's no big. GJ got me doing all these jobs. You'd be surprised how easy it's been y'know." Kim rubs the back of her head.

"Ugh! Girl trust me, there's gonna be something new for you soon. Don't be letting your guard down, considering something can happen out of the blue." She pats her shoulder, as a sign of reassurance.

"Speaking of new, there's a little something in the ol' RM (Rumor Mill)." Monique says, the fashionista's ability to obtain information was almost questionable.

"What? About this new student? C'mon girl…" Kim waves her hand off of the situation.

"What girl, I'm just saying." Monique says within Kim's mid sentence.

"It's just another new guy, it shouldn't be that big of a deal." Kim smiles at this.

"Oooh, Kim. So you know he's a guy, now if I remember correctly, you got a little thing for…"

"Josh Mankey!" The girls said in unison, as they squeal and glee with excitement.

"Look, I'm going to try to ask him out…" Monique heard the words and gave a look that held disbelief. Kim saw this and continued her sentence. "… this time. Look it was just that one time."

"W.Y.C (Where You Choked). K.P, lemme tell you, you just froze…" she snaps her fingers. "… just like that."

"Please, I can ask him out, it's so not the drama. Watch, I'll ask him right now."

"Sorry girl, can't- gotta head to class." Monique said as she walked off. She had her doubts about Kim scoring that date, but she also had doubts about her coming back in one piece when she went on missions the first place, but boy was she proved wrong. Her girl can handle herself!

Mired in her thoughts she couldn't see the blonde boy she bumped into. "Gah! Son of a bitch!" He says, without a rise of his voice. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…" books were scattered and papers coated the floor.

"No, I'm sorry, that was all me and…" she takes a look at the boy and sees that he's an unfamiliar face… albeit a pretty nice one.

"Uh… yeah. My name's Ron, the thing is I'm kinda…" he offered his hand once they both got their books together.

"You're the new guy we got. I'm Monique. Word of advice, you won't be picking up ladies, if you're clumsy like that." She jokes with an added smile.

"Pretty sure it got your attention…" He mumbles. He gets up and spots something, her lanyard with tucked away at one of the books and it had something suspiciously interesting.

"True, but I don't think saying 'Son of A Bitch' will make a good impression. She says with her books finally back in her arms again. Smirking at Ron, maybe not at his vulgarity, but maybe his… elusive nature.

"Hey, uhh, when we ah, bumped… I couldn't help but notice something… you a fan of G.W.A?" He leaned to the wall, making a conversation with her.

"Well, I might be… if someone keeps it on the D.L." She remarks. He could only look in confusion at the girl as she said the acronym. "Uhhh…" was the sound the boy made.

"Down-Low." A deep sigh came to her lips. "Yeah, I'm a fan, my older brother introduced me to it."

"Watched it for a long time too. I ahh, been following up with Pain King and Steel Toe's rivalry, I mean that it's so freakin' intense."

"There's always something going on between the two." She walked with Ron to a class.

"Yeah, so look… I dunno where I'm suppose to go on this roster." He shows Monique the sheet of paper.

"Yeah don't worry, I'm going to the same place too." Heading to the same place was enough of a reassurance.

"So you said you're new here, right?"

"Technically, yeah." Ron rubbed his shoulder that carried the books. "I was born here in Middleton, then I went to a boarding school. So I came back to resume it."

Monique raised an eyebrow "And where would this boarding school would be?"

Ron made a smile of his own. "That's a story for another day." They made it to the entry way of the classroom. As he took his seat, he looked to see random people, but no teacher in sight… not yet anyway.

Monique spoke up. "Ok, boy… since it's your first day, I'll give you the run-down on what's the 4-1-1." She placed an arm on his shoulder, acting as a personal tour guide.

"Least I know what that means." He joked.

"Ok listen, try not to freak, but you're going to school with a superhero, and her name is Kim Possible."

"Really?" Ron said. He masked his knowledge upon knowing the redhead's appearance. Of course she lived here in Middleton, the fact is that he didn't know that she went to this school here. True, she had to be somewhere for her education… he didn't expect he was to be assigned to this school.

"Oh yeah big time… believe it or not, I'm her best friend." She says.

"I can believe that, I mean you were talking to her and such." He clearly heard two voices talking to each other while roaming the hallways.

"Then you know she's about to be taken." She says, now she skips the subject. "Listen, you wanna survive, you need to avoid Hall D at all costs, that is where all the crazy people hang out."

"I can take care of myself." He says rotating his shoulders.

Monique notices this subtle, but cocky approach. She didn't want to use 'cocky' as the term to define, but she barely knows him. "A lot of guys say that, some of them can, others can't. I don't really know you, but you seem like a guy, so I guess a little advice wouldn't hurt."

He chuckles at her statement "You don't know the Ron-man much, but give it time, and you'll see." Monique chuckles at his little third-person statement. 'Ron-man'? Either he was egotistical or confident.

Before she could continue the conversation a familiar student walked in. Ron looked at the girl, and then looked back at Monique. To which she just nodded her head. "Yup, that's Kim Possible, the 'girl who can do anything'."

She also walked in with another boy. "That guy, is the guy who's got Kimmie's heart, Josh Mankey, he's an artist." Ron closed his eyes and sighed. He opened them to see a blonde burly guy and a brunette that had this snarky look to her face. The girl, Ron could probably try to tolerate, but the guy was whole different story.

He didn't like the look of him, the cocky smile, the false bravado… he looks as if he runs the world. If he was trying to make an impression that he was a good natured student, then he did a shitty job at it.

"Ok those two…" he could tell that Monique's tone was serious. "Bad news… the girl; Bonnie Rockwaller, queen bee of the school, also first class bitch. The guy; Brick Flagg, quarterback but classic narcissistic jackass." Ron nodded his head in response.

"Our teacher is Mr. Barkin, military type, won't hesitate to throw the book, no-nonsense. The type of teacher you wanna avoid." He didn't walk in yet. But several other students had came in and Monique told the blonde boy about them.

The class bell rang. "Ok people, listen up! As of today, there is a new student among you. Stoppable…" He says his last name causing him to grin nervously. "Stand up, so the students can be familiar with you." Ron sighed under his breath. Placing his palms at his desk, with a blank look on his face. He takes a look at the students, taking a look at the rows of them who were staring back. The blonde boy doesn't know them all yet for certain. There were several things he knew however. One, was that Monique was likable and easy to talk to. He obviously did not like Brick, and this Kim character is this hero. He sat back down, turning his attention towards the teacher and opening his book. When there wasn't notes to take, he would twirl his pen around, fantasizing that it would be an arrow or a drumstick, or maybe a throwing knife.

It was then his ears picked up on an interesting conversation.

"Did you hear about the Fashionistas?"

"No, what happened?"

"Someone said one guy came in and trashed them all, they were beaten and limping away scared man."

"You sure it wasn't that guy who helps out at the place?"

"Ned? No way, it was some other guy, it had to be."

"Who told you this?"

"Some guy who knew them. They were up in Middleton and went to their apartment when he bumped into them."

Ron eavesdropped on the conversation as they described the address. 'Got 'em now' his mind said.

Class dragged on for a bit until the class bell rung. It felt like new life breathed into the room as both Kim and Ron could finally escape that wretched lecture.

The redhead had walked towards her locker until she heard that familiar tone, 'Beep beep be-beep'. She takes out her Kimmunicator "What's the sitch, Wade?" She asks him.

"It's Dementor's goons, they got some dangerous weapon smuggled into a shipyard and they're taking it to Middleton."

"What are they planning to use it for?" She asked.

"Don't know. But there's been some radio chatter that an attack on a precinct that's holding Dementor, my guess…"

Kim finished his sentence "They're going to break him out. Ok, I'm on it." Kim ran out of the school. 'This'll definitely be a good change of pace.' She smiled at her thought, as she was readying herself mentally for battle.

A blonde boy saw the redhead run out of the school. "Probably on a mission." He mumbled to himself. Beating down three thugs extorting protection money was one thing and yet, there was something inside him. A hunger, a lust, a wanting of more.

Ron walks and sees a hall with a labeled letter. 'D' it said. 'Monique told me to avoid those halls.' Apparently he sees one of those denizens walking out, looking for fresh meat to sink his teeth into. Like a rabid animal, he looks around at his bounty of prey, little did he know, there was a wolf in sheep's clothing among them, and he was thirsting for action.

'Ugh, doesn't he take pride in himself?' He asks himself mentally while shaking his head at this unkempt clown. He looks out at a window until he hears someone taking a long sniff. Forcing him to turn around and see the said clown smiling at him, placing his hand on the wall beside him.

"So you're the new kid?" He said with some sort of false bravado dripping in his tone. A well placed chop to the throat would change all that.

"I might be… what about it?" Ron says without nervousness. Truth be told, humoring this sack of meat is a waste of time. He tried to think of myriad of ways to get him walking away or limping away, maybe have him leave in a body bag. But there's a lot of witnesses, and he was suppose to keep a low profile.

He raises his hands. "Nothing at all, see there's a little thing you're gonna do for me and that is to pay homage…" he rubs his thumb onto his index and middle finger. Then his face got serious and closer to the blonde boy's "… or pay the price. Question is… what's it gonna be?" He then smiled at him, feeling as if he's got the boy intimidated.

Breathing out of his nose, Ron said his piece, while smiling back at him. "Go fuck yourself." He delivers a head butt onto the bully, causing him to stagger back, hold his nose and gain the attention of the people in the hallway. Some blood was spilling out of it. Like a bull ready to strike, he charges at the blonde boy. Ron was able to use the bully's own momentum against him as Ron slams him onto the locker.

The bully removes his hand from his nose, ready to strike. But he didn't predict that the blonde boy would attack first. He stepped forward and did an uppercut to his jaw, following a hook with the same hand. The bully did a shoulder charge which sent Ron staggering back. He rolled toward him and kicked him in the knee causing him to stand on one leg, he balanced himself with one hand and did a hook kick right to his face. He then fell to the ground with the blonde boy rolling away from him.

Quickly the bully rose up, seeing red as this blistering rage consumed him, especially since he's seeing that he's being laughed at and taunted by not just the blonde boy, but the people who were witnessing this. "Hahahaha, c'mon man you can't be that bad, you just can't." He looks back at the students, and points at him and shakes his head. He gets up to punch this boy in his face. But Ron traps the attacking arm, using the lockers as support to run up, he wrapped his legs around the bully's neck horizontally as his weight makes him fall to the ground. Slamming him to the floor. Ron kips up without a problem. The bully gets up as well, but not before a push kick sends him to the ground. Blood came from his nose and flowed down onto his lips, his mouth had blood too, as it traversed down to his chin.

"Just walk away." The blonde boy ordered. He removed the taunting tone to his voice. He turned around to follow the same advice. The bully staggered back up, he sees the corner of the hall and retreated quickly, with small patches of his pride remaining. The hallways flooded with clapping and cheers as they witness such a battle that would be portrayed as such within movies.

He turned to another hallway to see Monique crossing her arms with a smirk. But she was also accompanied with someone else. This guy has his hair slicked back, he dons a basketball jersey and shorts. He smiles along with Monique. "'I can take care of myself'…" she playfully mocked. "… ok I can believe you." She finishes.

"Where did you learn to fight like that man?" Felix asked. "You knew exactly what you were doing."

Ron leaned onto the wall. "Monique, remember when I said that story being for another day." She nods her head. "Well… it was in Japan, and honestly that's all I can say about that."

"Dude, that was rad. You got skills. I'm Felix, Felix Renton." The boy introduced himself.

"I'm Ron Stoppable, uhh… the new guy."

"It's nice to know that there's someone else who can fight like Kim." Felix remarked. Ron said that he was in Japan and he showed that he was capable of handling himself in a fight.

"Speaking of Kim, have you seen her?" Monique asked the blonde boy.

"I think so… she was running off in a hurry. I couldn't make out what she was talking about, but I remember something called Dementor, a doomsday device and a precinct, do you know anything about that?"

"Don't worry, Kim's probably stopping some bad guys, who has a doomsday device to break some guy called Dementor out." Monique answered his question. Yet the name held familiarity…

"Just some bad guy that Kim deals with on a regular basis. There's even crazier people she fights too."

"Well look, I've gotta go, there's probably some juicy rumors going on now." As she walked away from the two boys, Ron had a questioning look on his face.

"Why would some guys steal a doomsday device to break someone outta jail or whatever?" He asked. Getting some big laser that can dominate the world, but they're using it to break a guy out? It doesn't make much sense.

"I'm pretty sure it's a ruse, y'know. Maybe to get Kim focused on one thing, so a bunch of thugs are gonna break him out the old fashioned way." Felix deduced.

"So she's walking into a diversion… but where would the bad guys even go to?"

"If I know anything from Kim's adventures, Dementor's got some warehouse here in Middleton, somewhere west of here. You see a group of cars going into it, you'll know you're in the right place. But trust me when I say that you wouldn't want to be there." Felix told Ron this, but he couldn't tell if it was a warning to stay away, or an encouragement to step in.

"Hey, it was good to meet you, I'll see you around." He walks away with a mission planted firmly in his mind. Find the warehouse, stop the thugs, then deal with the Fashionistas.

Finally arriving at the destination, he sees what Felix was able to describe, a bunch of sedans and SUV's parked at the warehouse. Guys in red uniforms… as if it doesn't scream 'crime syndicate' enough.

With enough time, he placed on an outfit able to conceal his identity. A black Balaclava mask he was endowed with, only the eyes were exposed while wearing it. He wore a black hoodie, with track pants to match. To protect himself in battle, he wore arm sleeves, with elbow pads, wrist protection and tactical gloves. For his footwear was just white sneakers. Two pouches were on each side of his hip, one for shuriken, the other for smoke bombs. His blade, a wakizashi, rested on his back.

He goes to the roof of the building, only to see three people on lookout. One on the other side and two of them are together. 'Ok, here we go'. His thoughts were racing as he took a deep breath. He takes his blade out and rises from the shadows he slashes the man in front right onto the throat. He sees the two others, nearly about to look the other way, he throws a shuriken that lodges itself into his head. This caused the one man to look at his partner as he recoils to the ground with a piece of metal making him bleed. He turns to see a figure lunge at him and stab him right in the chest, marking him as another dead man.

Ron grabs the shuriken from the victims head and sees a window open. Entering in he sees the bad guys, some grouped together, some just walking around.

'It's time to get to work.'