"Monique, you have to get away from him!" They both looked to see a redhead filled with concern for her friend, and frustration for the blonde ninja.

Monique stood up to defend Ron and mostly defuse the situation, she didn't want both of them to fight, not like this. Knowing Kim, she'd be ready to throw down anytime. With Ron… oh he's definitely waiting for it. "Hold on girlfriend, he's not doing anything, we're just talking."

"I kinda don't really want to resort to violence right now." Ron says sheepishly. Scratching the back of his head and clearing his throat, he took a step to the side. Only for Kim to get closer.

"Whoa girl… use your head right now. Whatever you're thinking… it's not worth it." Monique interjected, attempting to be the voice of reason.

Both Kim and Ron had a stare down, the former being dedicated to look intimidating while the latter desired to be indifferent and not a part of this. But even then, he still kept his gaze onto her green eyes filled with icy malevolence.

"I'm thinking that Ron's going to hurt someone else in this twisted vendetta he's got going on!"

Ron's eye twitched, he felt offended that she would remark his actions as twisted. She knows some parts of his motive, enough for it to be somewhat relatable and sensible… but 'twisted' just got to him somehow. "Wow that actually stings coming from you." A hint of sarcasm dripped from his voice.

"Look, I don't know his story any more than you do," Monique interrupted the two, "But if we could give it a little time maybe…"

"Monique, he's bound to kill someone else! You know it, I know it… I just don't want anyone else getting hurt!"

Ron sighed at Kim's outburst. "Ok, great talk everyone, I think we're making progress with our feelings. Same time next week? Ok! Time for class!" He played it out as if it was an uncomfortable joke and his desire was to speed things up. He tried to walk away from this but Kim, nimble and quick as she was got in his way, staring him down.

She took a breath, she had forgotten an important aspect of why he does what he does, her mind wandered back to when he mercilessly killed Jack Hench in front of her. She also took a moment to consider that he didn't try to manipulate Monique, a good friend of hers to attempt to discredit her actions… at least not at this moment.

"I can't keep letting you do this… I want to stop you, but I want to help you too. You've. Got. To. Stop. This." Kim pleaded. Ron refused to scoff at her words, yet found it to be an appropriate gesture, it seemed hypocritical.

"What happens when I say no?" The blonde boy took precaution to not use the word 'if', was it to mock Kim, or maybe tempt fate. "I mean it's too late for me right? Look, I'm not trying to live like that for the rest of my life, but I need to do this!" He says.

Before Kim could block his path again, Ron places his hand in his pockets and walked past her, leaving the gym and entering the hallways.

Her sense of justice was telling her to confront him again, reason wasn't working… so maybe she needed to help him another way. Locking him up would only provide him with a smorgasbord of kills and a chance of escaping and wreaking havoc on Middleton. Killing him would only prove his point in the end, leaving the redhead to adopt similar principles. Maybe… if she captured him and brought him to Global Justice, they would be able to use whatever resources they have to bring her plan to fruition.

Paying no mind to Monique's voice that questioned where she was going, Kim followed suit, she found Ron walking away from her and she saw him stop and turn around.

Ron sighs in annoyance. "We're really doing this aren't we?"

A confident smile came across the redheads lips. "You're not gonna run away like the first time." She didn't bother to see that some people were pouring into the school. Some weren't paying attention to the fight yet.

"This didn't go well for you the second time." Slowly, he places his hands out of his pockets. "If you want to… you can get the first hit in." He offered. Looks like he had some chivalrous mindset lingering in that godforsaken mentality.

Monique peeked her head out of the gymnasium doors and saw the stare down. Kim ran forward and did a push kick to Ron, he stumbled and fell on his back. Seeing Ron roll back, she wanted to close the distance and get him in a clinch while pressing him to the wall. But then she felt hands wrapping around her: Ron's to be exact.

Ron used his hands to place Kim in a body lock, he then uses his lead leg to block one of Kim's. She couldn't lower her center of gravity, or step away. Getting his hips underneath the redhead, he twists his body, lifts her up and slams her to the ground. The suplex was effective. "C'mon! C'mon!" He taunted. Kim got up, and was trying to position her body against the wall. Ron simply accommodated her while punching her in the stomach twice.

Kim countered by placing him in a Muay Thai clinch, she uses her knees to attack his ribs twice. Then she felt a hand grab her neck and squeezed, pushing her away and breaking the clinch altogether. 'He's got techniques in freestyle wrestling, not what I'd see in a ninja. But still, he does have practice in it.

"Stop it you two! Please!" Monique interfered, getting in-between the fight. Ron remained still, placing his hands in his pockets, with a look of indifference plastered on his face.

Kim moved forward. "Monique, don't you get it?! He's just feeding you everything you want to hear! He murdered people and he's manipulating you!"

Ron tilted his head and looked at the infuriated redhead. "To be fair, I did some things. But I haven't lied to you guys like that since I got here."

"Stay out of this!" Kim pointed at him, shouting.

"How am I suppose to stay out of it, if I'm in this?" Ron knew the question was rhetorical, but for some reason, it felt right agitating the hell out of her like that. She barged in all angry and upset, her actions aren't on him.

"I'm just gonna go, this isn't fun anymore." He walked away. As students were spilling from the entrances. The blonde boy went back for his backpack and Rufus and went into the classroom, as he went through the door. He felt an arm wrap itself around his neck and started to choke him. A lithe figure pressing onto him forcefully and using her entire body to control his back.

"Agh, seriously!" Ron said as Kim tried to choke him out. He ran towards the wall to slam Kim onto it. "Upstart redheaded…" he couldn't finish the sentence as she tightened the hold. "Gack!" Was the sound he made as she got a firm grip on his neck.

Using his back, he pressed her against the wall. Using elbows and headbutts to loosen the grip. But it wasn't until someone walked in and shouted at the both of them.

"What in the name of all things holy is going on in here?!" The voice shouted sternly. Both Kim and Ron froze in their tracks and looked up, their faces showed immediate shock as they saw him.

Mr Barkin was not too pleased at their little roughhousing, his hands were folded as he impatiently waited for an explanation, not that any of it would get them out of trouble.

"Piggyback ride." Ron explained, hoping to get them out of trouble… well mostly him.

"Rodeo." Kim said at the same time Ron made his response, but Barkin was intolerant of this foolishness.

"Oh, so you think this your own little playground? Let's see how much fun the both of you have when you're in detention!"

Kim's face dropped, how could this happen to her, getting in trouble like this, sure her and Bonnie shared a few choice of words, but nothing that guaranteed this sort of punishment. As everyone took their seats, the redhead crossed her arms in frustration, but at least they were caught doing that instead of fighting.

Ron just looked indifferent, he just scribbled notes into his book, taking glances at his bag, as if something of importance was in there.

"You did this." Kim snarled. It wasn't enough for the rest of the class to hear, but Ron easily picked it up.

"You were on top of me." He jabbed playfully. Luckily the redhead didn't see him smile, or she would've tried to smash his teeth in. Keyword: try.

She hated to admit it, she would even deny it if need be, but Ron isn't like everyone else she fought. All that experience she has with martial arts came to find its equivalent and possible successor. Kim shuddered at the thought, she always fought for justice and protecting the helpless while her opponent, her foil, fought for the sake of revenge and punishment. Could the strength that he attained after all these years outweigh her own?

After eight long, harrowing hours… class was dismissed. Some left, but Kim and Ron were forced to remain. Their detention would begin and they'd have to stay for at least another hour or two for their… infraction.

Kim wondered how she was going to explain why she came back later than usual, cheer practice wasn't even today. Maybe she could say she had a mission, or maybe the vigilante cornered her and they fought… the second one didn't sound so bad. Besides would they contact her parents for a misdemeanor such as a piggyback ride/rodeo incident. So far, no one outside knew it was a fight and if she wanted everything to be at least stable, it'd be best to stay that way.

She peeked back to look at Ron, to see his reaction to this predicament, he seemed to care a bit since he let out a sigh from under his breath. He seemed impatient, as if something was better than staying here, then again… anything was.

Ron has Rufus hidden among his shirt. He knew exactly what to do to escape all of this. "Ready to make a scare buddy?" He whispered. Rufus had responded with a thumbs up. He crawled out from the pocket and ran all over the room, causing everyone to scream. Even Big Mike had squealed upon seeing the rodent dash about with such speed. As the screams of several students rose, Ron decided to play along. "Whoa, that's a fast one!" He exclaimed. As Rufus dashed on one of the students desks, he fell back behind the chair and scrambled to leave the room. Barkin got towards the door.

"Go! Go! Go!" He ushered all of the students out of the room. The swarm was enough to give Rufus enough cover to slip himself back into Ron's backpack, finishing his mission to escape… along with Kim.

Luckily for him, he knew that Kim might pursue him. Using his training, he was able to ghost her without too much of a hassle. Rufus popped up to his shoulder and looked at him. His new owner smiled back at him. "Just for that, I'm giving you a whole block of cheese to eat all by yourself." They didn't have to deal with Barkin today, but he knows that they'll be punished eventually.

He went back into his house, setting Rufus onto the couch and placing his bag onto the corner. Heading into the kitchen he found a block of cheddar cheese lying about. Peeling away the plastic, he exposed the cheese and went back into the living room placing it on the coffee table.

"Here you go buddy." Rufus scampered and wolfed it down. Consuming to his hearts content, he didn't bother to hear Ron go back upstairs.

He was about to go into his vigilante outfit and patrol the city, seeing the stand that held it all, from the mask, armor, boots and the swords. Just reach into the bag and put on the mask.

Yet his hand was hesitant.

Ron couldn't understand why, but he felt that going out like this now wasn't the best idea right now, but his reasons were more internal than external.

'I need to start taking better care of myself.'

Adopting Rufus, coming clean with Monique, walking away from a fight with Kim. Not only did he take Ned's words to heart, he was actually trying.

There wasn't a need to kill someone today.

But there was something on his agenda… he had to pay someone a visit.

Kim was glad that she escaped detention, she couldn't help but feel a certain amount of gratitude should be in order, to whoever caused all that ruckus. While it'd be best to pin it all on Ron, she wasn't sure if she could bank on that.

She hid in an abandoned classroom. Taking her Kimmunicator out, she decided to contact Wade.

"Hey Wade, did you find anything out about my new classmate, Ron Stoppable?"

"There's nothing much about him, he seems like a regular guy." A picture popped up and showed his likeness, followed with height, weight, eye and hair color, even blood type. Kim was about to say something about that, but Wade looked somewhere else on his laptop. "Wait… oh man…"

"What is it?" She asked.

"His parents, they're reported… they're deceased." Wade looked at this in shock and bewilderment, to see something like this disheartened him. He would dread to even think of how old Ron was when it happened.

For Kim… it was like everything just stopped and her mind just went back to that day when she found out about him. She called him a 'son of a bitch', called his vendetta 'twisted', and downplayed his loss. No wonder he kicked her in the face, lashing out and all of that. She now knows where Ron's rage stems from, but how long was it there?

"Kim, Kim are you ok?" Wade asked. For some reason, the look on Kim's face showed that he dropped a bomb on her, figuratively speaking.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good, I… listen I gotta go." She cut the call and sighed. She needed some time to just process all of this. Leaving the classroom a voice called to her. "Hey Kim." She heard. She turned to see Josh waving to her.

"Is everything ok? I heard Barkin gave you detention."

"Don't worry, it's no big. I just made a mistake." She answered. She looked to the outside windows for a bit. Ron had probably left the school by now.

"Did something happen, cause I heard something about 'piggyback rides' and 'rodeos'… and that just sounded weird to me."

"Yeah, I just… tried to get out of it." Kim beat herself up upon thinking that. A lot of good that effort did her.

"Hey, maybe it's best if you just get relax and get something to eat. I'm buying." He offered.

Kim knew that it would be a good time to reflect and think about all she learned. Not that she'd reveal it all to Josh of course.

"Sure, why not." Kim accepted. In silence, she contemplated on questioning Ron's past, look for clues and see what was inside the layers. So far, she and Wade knew his secret.

Would she use it against him?

Ron walked up to the gym and went inside, seeing the environment renovated. New equipment, fresh coats of paint, new lockers and new faces. It looks as if Walter had a lot of time getting the place back in working order. He walked up the stairs to find Walter's office, maybe see if he's around. He sees a door opening, walking out, looking to the side, he sees 'Dean', with a smile on his face.

"You like it?" He asked. "Thanks to you, this place is back in working order. There's a lot of people wanting to come here, and there's been more revenue after all of this." Walter led Ron into the office and had him look outside the window, which showed the gym in all its newfound glory.

"Thank you Dean. Because of you, my gym is thriving." His smile did not dissipate. He didn't have to worry about paying someone for 'protection' or worry about the expenses of college for his son. Finally, his life was normal again.

"Not a problem, listen my name… it isn't Dean. Dean is just a… name I made up in order to make sure nothing comes back to me. My real name is Ron."

A pause came between the both of them. "Look whatever reason you've got to hide your name, you don't need to explain it. You saved my gym, my life and done a lot of good for an old man. So whatever this is, you don't owe me anything. But someone like you has a lot of experience with boxing and all those fancy styles. If you want to do something like amateur fighting, you're welcome to. I also have a position for a mixed martial arts instructor, pays well too." Not only did he save a man's gym, but he getting a job offer just like that? Somehow fortune favored him right now.

"Wait. Even if I can do the amateur fights, I don't have a license to be a personal trainer, much less an instructor."

"Still, I want you to know you're welcome here anytime, oh I almost forgot." He reached into his pocket. He fished out a key. "This is a key to the back door of this place, if you ever need to get yourself in shape and do whatever it is you need to do, you know where to be."

Ron nodded his head, while it's not a ideal safe house to hide weapons and all of that, it's a good place to hide and work out. Taking the key, he smiled at Walter. "Thank you. It means a lot." Knowing that he had time to kill, he decided to exercise his body.

Placing on some earbuds and looking at his phone, he found the saved playlist he had to get himself focused on working out.

He started with a warm up, going onto a treadmill and jogged for a bit, but after five minutes it became a full blown sprint.

'If I'm going to figure out what happened and who did it, my next lead is the Middleton Space Center.'

He then decided to use the battle ropes, getting down, performing five push-ups before launching himself upwards and performing a squat while still maintaining the rhythm.

'Someone there must've killed them, or maybe knew something about it.'

Seeing that time passed and some people were leaving, he knew that he could work out overnight, Ron took off his shirt, revealing his body, seasoned from nearly a lifetime of training and battles.

Ron took a sledgehammer and saw a tire in front of him. He let out a low, guttural roar as he slammed the weapon onto the tire. Repeating the roars for each rep.

'No one is going to get in my way, not GJ, not those burly stooges, or that low rate agent that calls himself the best… and certainly not you… Kim Possible.'

He went to tie a chain on his waist along with several pounds of weight. He jumped up and did several pull-ups. Beads of sweat came from his head and glistened onto his body.

'I won't let you stop me, you may know my identity, you might know my past, but the one thing you can never understand is the depth of pain I suffer everyday!'

He went to a heavy bag, working on his striking power. He doesn't look for combinations yet, delivering punishing hooks, knees, elbows, kicks and uppercuts.

'You're a good fighter, I'll give you that, and you might be a obstacle to everything I'm trying to do. That says something, especially since you put up one heck of a fight. Think you can beat me right?'

Finishing his power striking, he decides to practice his strike combinations, what better style to help him out than Muay Thai kickboxing. Making a combination, left jab, right jab, left jab, right hook, left hook, right uppercut, then an inside leg kick. He simply wanted to get a flow, feel a rhythm.

'You think you can beat me? That's your first mistake, you don't "win" against me, you survive me. Maybe you'd "win" if you weren't such a softie. Now once I get back into this, and beat down whoever's responsible…' after hitting the bag with an elbow strike, he finished punching the bag with a hook. All that was left was for him to breathe out.

'I'll show you what a "twisted vendetta" really is.'