Happy Halloween to all of you. I confess I am REALLY afraid to put this up, because of the pure hatred a few people give this pairing. But at the end of the day: I love this couple, I made it work, and you will see why. We all love anything and anyone we want, but we have no right to impose on each other. Flamers nowadays for Kim Possible are just hating on other pairs like this one just want to make themselves feel better and without a care for hurting others' feelings.

Ranting aside, here we go.

"Gorilla Fist" AU, this short story is. After successfully getting away from DNAmy, Monkey Fist comes up with a plan to scare her off once and for all. And what better way than an ancient relic from Japan that possesses DIRE consequences for its wearer...?

Story is rated for non-sexual nudity, references, violence, and disturbing moments. I dare you to read this story at night before you go to bed... ;D

Disclaimer: Kim Possible and its characters belong to Disney - and this story is also based on Goosebumps' Haunted Mask. :D Like the books say: readers beware, you're in for a SCARE.

Chapter One

Looking into the Mirror

Damn it all to hell, if it existed! This was the last time she stalked him and chased him across the world. He intended to pay her back if that was the last thing he did.

He would look for a brand new Mystical Monkey weapon, but not for his personal goal. In fact, "personal" took a whole new meaning this time, and towards the one other person who ruffled his fur far worse than a certain red-haired siren - dare he say that.

You heard him right: he was going to frighten off Amy Hall without causing her death or close enough. Just to paralyze her in fear about ever approaching him again.

Once he evaded her sights in Japan, he lived off the land for a while before managing to find a way to reach out to the monkey ninjas, barking at them to come and find him at his current coordinates. He cared not to dwell on these events EVER if he had anything to say about it. The cheerleader, her buffoon, the Yamanouchi girl, and Sensei - to see his old master from childhood made him momentarily remember one of the few good times he cared to recall, even if he stole the sacred Lotus Blade for his own means - were long gone by now, though he confessed he was grateful they did come for him if he didn't need them.

Why could he never be rid of those bothersome teenagers? Perhaps while he was hunting, he could seek out guidance for this. If he got lucky, then he would find that as well as whatever he was looking for in the same place, saving time and trouble.

~o~

Halloween was coming up, and they were all psyched.

Kim Possible looked forward to a night of fun and no troubles for a change, but when was that luck ever in her favor? She ought to just let her fate be guided for her without being disappointed as she often was. She was close to being a real adult, in less than another year from now.

This meant she was going off to college, and who knew what Ron would do. But she swore that whatever he wanted to do, she'd support him. Even if he wouldn't end up where she was. She was so excited and nervous at the same time, never mind how often she'd tell herself that she was prepared for whatever the future would throw at her.

It was now senior year, and Halloween had arrived as previously stated. But there were a couple of issues besides the good stuff.

Ron, her best friend for a long time, was with Yori - even if it were a long-distance relationship for the time being, and they'd work that out by the time the final school year ended. But Kim herself was still unlucky after the Eric and Drakken episode. Never mind that her bestie assured her there were guys out there that were better for her. Add in something she'd shut off for a long time which came rushing back against her will, battling once more with hate and longing...

You heard it right: her former idol and crush who betrayed her, used her, and nearly killed her and Ron on numerous occasions - and would have done who knew what to her last year in order to get the Amulet of the Monkey King - and yet last time, she and her friends wound up saving him from DNAmy.

"The right thing to do" - that was what she said. Maybe it was just her nature to help people, even if for once, that monster of an enemy did nothing for a change. He'd been hiding solely because of her, and it made Kimberly Ann Possible wonder why, and what their history had been.

All she knew was that Lord Monty Fiske spent his family fortune on his genetically mutated hands and feet, never once saying why. Not that anyone else in the world knew about it. Her hatred for him was still present, but her curiosity was alight as usual.

Why did she care, after all this time, when she had every right to hate him as much as Ron? And when she told Ron about this days ago before now, his response was as expected: "You really wanna know about him now, KP? When we both know he clearly doesn't want to change his ways? You think there's even a chance, after a simple rescue mission regarding him? It doesn't work like that, and we both know it."

"I never said anything about 'changing' him, Ron. I don't even have a crystal ball or need a psych degree to know this. I just wanna...maybe I should try to understand a little better. Nowadays, it's common knowledge that no one goes to the wrong side of the scale without a reason. I plan to ask Wade more about what he can dig up about Lord Monty Fiske before he became Monkey Fist as we know him. Depends on what's there; is that too much to ask?" She'd grinned at him. "Promise no talk of monkeys, if it makes you happy."

That was enough to convince him, based on that return grin, albeit forced.

~o~

"Monty Fiske...if only I could say 'fancy seeing you here again'."

"And a fine hello to you, Edgar," he replied, standing in front of the man in his antiques shop which he was pleasantly surprised to find still standing. And doing quite well. "It's been a long time."

The man with the weathered skin and graying but slicked back hair regarded him with nothing more than a squint of the eyes. He was polishing a lush vase which must be brand new, colored purple and with yellow and white flora along with green leaves. "Long enough for word to reach my ears and confirm my suspicions. It's a miracle your poor mother hasn't been called to her grave because of your actions."

He had the absolute gall to bring up his dear mother, Lady Catherine, into this. "What Mother doesn't know won't hurt her," Fiske said icily, crossing his arms over his chest. "But she would never abandon me, as she didn't the first time, unlike Bates." Who had left his services to tend to his elderly but loving mother after being unable to take his new path any longer.

"Tell that to her should she find out what you are up to next. It's a pity I'm still here and foolishly hoping you will come to your senses one day," Edgar Wright quipped, slapping the cloth on the surface of the counter, and placing the vase down with care afterward. "But I ought to just give up after knowing what I can do for you this time."

Wright had been a longtime friend and colleague of the late Edward Fiske, a successful antiques collector and dealer who came from a prestigious family. He knew when to ask questions and when not to, and was one of the few to know who "Monkey Fist" truly was. No matter how big the world was, it was still small enough for something to get out. "Then I'll be brief: I need something to frighten away someone who has been on my tail long enough and needs to be offed," Fiske stated, leaning over the counter and folding his fingers into each other.

Wright scowled at him. "You're wasting your time, Monty, if you're referring to Team Possible. How many times -"

"Cut it short. I don't have time to hear your lectures. This is Dr. Amy Hall I speak of. If I frighten her powerfully enough -" He let his canines be bared for the other's eyes. "- then she will no longer bother me. It'll be a fate worse than death."

However, it would not be found on these shelves, that much he was sure of. In fact, these things were reserved for the everyday folk looking to collect or trade with another. There were mostly various pottery pieces, samurai weapons, and scenic paintings - all of which he was too familiar with. That was the last thing he expected...

...and then it appeared as though his deepest desires were answered. He glimpsed the door behind the shelf, recognizing it as Wright's secret place. Where he harbored new arrivals and his private collection not for light sales. Anything you could ever fantasize about would be here, or what you'd least expect. He had no chance in broad daylight; he'd have to come back and slip in as soon as the shop closed, without so much as triggering the alarm as well as alerting the redheaded cheerleader and her bumbler. He would have to call in his monkey ninjas and have them stand guard to alert him just to be safe.

Took some days, but he was able to get inside and would make damned sure to cover his tracks in order to ensure the cheer squad and the authorities wouldn't catch on.

There were just so many unpacked boxes that he refused to waste all night on, but the first to snatch his attention was the object in the simple rosewood and glass box, the parchments laying next to it beneath the handheld magnifying glass. He recognized it instantly, picking up the papers with great care. This he had heard of from his late father, had only heard of its description vividly and what it was capable of - as well as where it stemmed from - but never thought of its use until now. What an idiotic fool he'd been to not consider this sooner!

Now it would serve its purpose.

This thing came from the most remote of regions in the mountains bordering the south of China and north of India. Simple and elegant maple wood was carved and painted with a red lotus blossom framed with maple leaves of bronze. It had been removed from its ancient resting place in which only one man survived whilst his companions were injured or killed in the expedition; he would have died himself after the temple collapsed with the intrusion.

Ask whatever your heart desires, and it shall show you. That was what the parchment said. To many, this was mumbo jumbo, but he held it in his hands and felt himself surge with the possibilities of glimpsing his own future: himself sitting on the throne as the Monkey King of the world. He thrilled with the fire of passion -

- but when he asked for the key to his victory, it was not what he anticipated in his life.

"Mujhe wǒ wǒ suǒ shakti talaash de dikhaen!"

Show me the power I seek!

It didn't surprise him that the mirror lit up so brightly that he squeezed his lids shut, reopening them only to sputter at what he never would have asked for in his wildest dreams, rightfully calling it utter bollocks.

"What in the name of -?!"

First, he was gifted with a thumbs up and then the offer of that hand, its owner happening to be none other than - "Ron Stoppable?! How in the name of the simians is he the link to my victory?!" Only it didn't stop there.

The smiling image of the yin to his yang faded and gifted him with what he would have called a goddess if not for who it was. Those auburn tresses which shimmered and flared like true fire cascaded over both shoulders, and her emerald eyes were alight with that myriad of expressions he was all too familiar with. But he was presented with something that unwittingly sparked a stir he had to shove down because of bad timing.

Blue seemed to set off that mane of flame so well if he said so himself. Before, he had no lingering time to appreciate the spirited and magnetic thing she was. However, never had he imagined THIS would be for his eyes alone: her hair kept in place by a headband of gold which swagged with coins and jewels colored like her waves. The sheer gossamer cloth which matched her eyes was spread out, flowing over her arms, having previously covered her body but was now opened like a theatre curtain to give him the show. And what a presentation it was! Her ripe, melon-shaped and sized breasts were peaked with hard strawberry red, the bauble of golden coins the only thing mostly covering them. The blue fabric covered her hips and likely the back, the waistline trimmed with gems in the colors of the rainbow, and was also dangling with gold all about; however, while it was knotted to keep together, it did nothing to cover up the ruby triangle between ivory columns.

Damn it all, why was he shown this?! Almost one more year and she'd be a woman, but as of now, she was just a child to the law and him, so he'd rather damn himself than take advantage. He was a predator in her dictionary, but not THAT kind the mirror's vision hinted at. This had to be a trick, that was all.

He had DNAmy and her nuisance of a presence to worry about more than the cheer squad at the moment, so the children could wait until after that.

Also, why was he shown both her and Stoppable? How in heaven's name did they hold his fate in their hands? Why would the boy offer his hand when they were hated enemies? It had to be a trick, as he kept repeating over and over to himself...

Monty Fiske just about screamed when the premonition faded from the mirror, and he was left with something right behind him. The appearance was so horrible that it managed to take him off altogether. He whirled around to face the nightmare, keeping the mirror close to his being as to not destroy its value.

There were not one or two as shown in the reflection, but four of them. He didn't realize it at first sight, but the longer he glanced at them and took several breaths to calm his thundering heart down, it flared once more with the fiery thrill. These were all PERFECT, but he needed only one, so which one...?

"Hmm..." he mused, putting his finger beneath his chin, gritting his teeth as the decision was so difficult beyond belief.

~o~

She and Monique were having a great day so far. Just looking for costumes, as long as they were in the range of their allowances their parents gave them - and in her case, babysitting to add to it.

"Girl, as sexy as this thing is, I feel like I might not be comfortable in it. I feel like I can't dance well in it, or maybe sections could wind up ripping at the seams!" Lo and behold, here was the spider queen herself: the deadly but intriguing black widow. Monique was a true fatal attraction, the black faux-leather clinging to her every curve, the slit in the skirt being wide and scalloped like a web - and speaking of webs, those things were made into a delicate cape attached to the back and the ends of the wrists. The neckline showed some cleavage, held together by criss-cross lacing, which was accented with a bejeweled spider set with a single red gem, just like the real deal.

Kim sat on the bench in the middle of the changing room, gulping and fiddling with the end of her tiered emerald lace skirt over black leggings trimmed on the outer sides with golden Celtic knots from top to ankle. Seeing the trial costume caused her skin to itch beneath the otherwise soft black top with opaque lace sleeves and a turtleneck. She was going for an alluring Gothic look today, being a little edgier than she usually was, for, after this year, she'd be off on her own and doing her own thing.

"Monique, I agree. It does look good on you, but I don't think you'll feel great."

"You're right as always!" Her friend disappeared behind those doors again. "You should try something on now. Oh, and any updates on Monkey Boy himself? Hadn't heard from him in a while."

It was a bit sensitive, for some reason, to even mention Monkey Fist. Monique was right; there hadn't been word from him since last spring. And in the meantime, Wade dug up more on Lord Montgomery Fiske's past - particularly his parents, granted truly intimate moments were few and far in between for the public knowledge. Although, it was just like Wade to dig deeper than anyone else went.

He was the son of Edward James Fiske and Catherine Anne Howard, both coming from good families, though the wife had given up her career in archaeology to become the lady of the house and a mother. They were said to appear as a loving pair who worked as a team, though Kim learned that appearances could be deceiving especially with a family like this. Fiske's parents divorced when he was just twelve years old, so she could imagine how it must have impacted him.

It appeared his mother had been allowed visitation rights after that, and it made Kim wonder if the woman had encouraged her son to become what she'd failed to be, either out of love and wanting him to be happy or just to live through him. Wade told her there was no doubt that the father didn't show much love for his own son, mostly because he'd experienced something similar with his own father. Good old Wade with pulling out skeletons from the closet, even if there was still more neither of them knew.

When she told Ron this, there was that immense sadness in his eyes because of the guess about an inferiority complex and the need to be strong, after being deprived of something important - but as far as Ron was concerned, it didn't excuse becoming the man he was now!

Kim didn't disagree with him on that, but she reminded him once again they still didn't know everything. He'd scoffed.

"So, does that mean we're gonna start being soft and letting our villains do what they want just because we're understanding wherever they come from?"

"I...have no idea, Ron. I don't see how every single one of them could turn a new leaf if they choose to, or if a pep talk is all it will take to come to any kind of understanding. We see him again -" Monkey Fist in particular since he was in question. "- we tread. And fight until we get what we need." She winked at him and held up a pinkie as a promise. He was wary still, rightfully so, but sealed it with her.

"So, after we take care of Drakken and Shego...we still plan to talk to his mother, KP?"

Elements of my Monkey Fist Saga from the past - which includes my masterpiece I am proud to call, "The Monkey King Takes His Queen" - include Monty Fiske's backstory and his parents. And the moment Monty demands to see the key to power in the mirror - Kim and Ron respectively - comes from my best friend Blue Kitsune's "Bound by Obsession", which I helped her with five years ago. :)

Granted that mirror was found in a place that bordered the end of China and the beginning of India, I thought to combine the two languages somehow, the different ones being like this, all translating to mean "Show me the power I seek!":

Chinese - Gàosù wǒ wǒ suǒ xúnqiú de lìliàng!

Hindu - Mujhe shakti main talaash dikhaen!

So, I said no flamers in the beginning. Those who think about doing it - you only choose to do so because you just want an excuse to hate and vent your rage for no reason when you can just AVOID altogether. Not like anyone puts a knife to your back and forces you. So, be nice.

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