I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Gifted
By LJ58
32
"Enough," the hairy man shouted as the glow began to fade from around them. "I will not tolerate usurpers. Prepare to die, pretender," Monte Fiske screamed at Ron as Ron shook himself, and only stammered, "What is going on?"
"Monkey ninjas….attack," the man screamed, pointing at Ron even as Ron looked up, and gaped.
"Monkey….what? Yikes," Ron howled, somehow ducking the flurry of shuriken that flashed out of shadows even as a dozen small creatures in black uniforms jumped after them from the shadows.
"Kill him," the hair man shouted, pointing at Ron.
"Monkey….ninjas? Sick and wrong, dude! Sick, sick, sick, and wrong," he howled and ducked a small katana that flashed at his knees while somehow somersaulting away from the following attacks.
"What is wrong with you," the man hissed as Ron backed away from the regrouping creatures with wide, almost panicked eyes.
"Me," Ron huffed. "I didn't do anything!"
"I meant them," the man growled, gesturing at the monkeys. "You should just die!"
"Uh, no thanks. I'm still trying to graduate high school!"
The man screamed wordlessly, and jumped across the room to land in front of Ron.
"If you want someone killed, sometimes you just have to do it yourself," he spat, and his oddly formed hands flashed as they aimed at Ron's throat and sternum in tandem.
Ron surprised himself as he instinctively ducked, blocked, and spun around before slamming a twisted palm into the man's chest, driving him back to knock one of the stands over, and shattering the still faintly glowing statues resting there.
"No! How can you know Tai Shing Pek Kwar? You're a simpleton. A pretender. A…."
"Don't know what you're saying, dude, but….what is with the m-monkey dudes? Isn't treating them like that some kind of animal abuse, or something," the confused teen asked as the monkeys now stood back, forming a ring around them as the man turned to glare at Ron all the more.
"So be it. If you are my last trial, Monkey Fist will not fail! I will rise as the only true Monkey King, and finally rule the world!"
"Monkey Fist," Ron grimaced. "You actually call yourself….. Whoa," he howled, ducking at the last second again as some instinct had him moving as the man somehow produced hidden sai and almost gut him with both.
"Will you stand still and die!"
"C'mon, I just wanted to go to the bathroom," Ron complained even as someone shouted, "Ron? What's going on?"
"Kim! Watch out, the monkeys are killers!"
Kim frowned as she saw the chaos of the nearly destroyed room as Ron and the weird man she eyed seemed to jump around like crazed kangaroos, and every time they landed they exchanged such fierce blows that even she was shocked.
"Ron," the redhead frowned as she took in the chaos around her.
"Ha! A friend? Perfect! Monkey Ninjas, take the girl hostage! You, pretender, will stand and die, or I'll order them to…."
One of the katana-swinging monkeys howled as it suddenly went flying, and green fire chased the others back into shadows as the girl screamed, "Who gives monkeys knives? Who does that?"
"See? See? Sick and wrong," Ron shouted, and kicked up at the man's head as he tumbled away from one sai, did a spinning headstand, and then kicked again.
"Whoa! Ron, I didn't know you did kung fu," Kim exclaimed.
"I don't," he fumed. "I mean, I didn't. But this loon did something, and now he's trying to kill me, and I still haven't even gotten to the bathroom," he complained.
Kim frowned, and eyed the man.
"Gemini didn't send you, did he," Kim asked the weird looking man.
"As if that absurd poser has anything I care for," Monkey Fist snarled. "Still, you will both witness my rise today after I…"
"Look out," Ron shouted, jumping aside as four more shuriken went flying.
"That's it," Kim hissed as one of those flying blades hit her thigh. "No more holding back," she hissed, and grabbed, and grabbed and threw an entire decorative column in the faux temple at the monkeys that scattered with shrill shrieks as the small column she had grabbed smashed into a wall, and Monkey Fist turned at gaped at the girl with glowing fists now throwing balls of green energy at his minions.
"What the devil are you," Monkey Fist complained.
"Pissed off," Kim told him, and somersaulted over to leap, and aim a foot at him.
"Tag-team," Ron cheered. "Booyah, now I can go," he said, and ran for the restroom.
Kim stopped to gape at the blonde, and almost missed the man's sai aimed at her throat.
She managed to deflect it, and then met his strikes with a surprisingly swift array of punches, and he scowled.
"Oh, come on," the man complained. "I know that simpleton got a taste of monkey power, but there is no way you should know enough true martial arts to….."
He faltered, ducking as her fist slammed into a genuine support column, and half the roof began to rumble ominously as he stared incredulously.
"What in the name of Sun Wukong are you," he howled, and ducked again before trying to launch himself back at her.
"I'm back," Ron announced as he ran back into the chamber set up as a simulated temple for artifacts from an ancient era most didn't even understand.
Kim glared, and eyed the teen before asking, "Ron, just what does this guy want?"
"Uh, not sure, KP," he called her now. "Something about monkey this and monkey that, and, oh, then he said something about ruling the world."
Monkey Fist just stared at the boy.
"Are you truly that thick?"
"He's thicker," Kim said as Ron protested with a loud, "Hey!" Kim only glared at the monkey man, saying, "Still, if you're one of those types, I guess I have to stop you."
"Stop me," Monkey Fist sneered. "As if you could…."
The glowing fist hit him in the chest, and drove him across the entire wide room, smashing into a wall, and cracking the façade.
"That…..hurt," the man groaned as he went to all fours, and glared up at her. "I obviously have to stop treating you like…children," he said, and shouted, "Monkey Ninjas! Kill!"
"Oh, man," Ron groaned as he shrank behind Kim. "Don't suppose you can stop those guys, can you," he asked as the twelve armed monkeys all pulled katana and knives now, and charged them.
Kim smiled, and raised clenched fists that began to glow a brighter green.
~KP~
Professor Dementor approached the innocuous house, and noted there were no vehicles in the garage.
All the better, he felt, as he could prepare a suitable ambush, and none would be the wiser until too late.
Driving up to the garage, he was about to pull in to hide his vehicle when something stopped his motion. The entire van shuddered as the men in the back yelped as they went flying at the sudden impact. Dementor heard the whine of the engine, and realized he had just collided with thin air. Air that somehow kept him from pulling into the driveway.
"Vas ist das," he howled as he stopped the van, and looked ahead.
There was nothing in front of him. No reason his heavy van should have stopped. He just couldn't move forward.
Putting the van in gear again, he carefully eased forward once more, and once more hit an impenetrable shield.
"You," he turned to point at one of the men. "Get out there and find out vas is going on here," he ordered the Hench.
The man nodded, and opened the side panel, and jumped out of the reinforced van built for carrying large loads. Or a lot of passengers. He looked around, saw nothing, and moved around the van to put his hands out.
"Professor," the man said, moving across the front yard now. "I think they have a force field out here."
"Absurd," Professor Dementor spat. "You are telling me someone actually put up a shield around their house? Nein! It would be impossible. The energy costs alone would not make it viable. Something else must be responsible. Keep going," he shouted out the driver's window as the man kept feeling his way around the yard.
Eleven minutes later the Hench approached the van after making a complete circuit of the house, and jumping the fences to manage it, and shook his head.
"Definitely a force field, sir," he told him.
The short man scowled at the Hench, and spat, "How is this possible?"
"Ah, I don't know," the man admitted.
"Never mind. Just shut down the power, and that will end this ridiculous shield they should not have," the man huffed knowingly.
The man lifted a small rifle, carefully aimed, and shot nearby transformer, as well as shooting down the wires that led to the house. He turned, nodded firmly as the fallen wires sparked and crackled nearby, and walked forward.
And bounced off the invisible shield that was still firmly in place.
"Did you not cut all the wires," the Professor demanded as neighbors now peered out, saw the men, and ducked back inside.
"Boss. We have company," he said, and they all turned to see a small family van approaching the house.
"Looks like the father," another said.
"Gute! When he arrives, we will grab him, and hold him hostage to make the child cooperate. Everyone out!"
Even as the men climbed out of the van, the family van pulled up, rolled past them, and pulled into the garage to park.
"How the heck…."
"That is not being even remotely possible," Dementor shouted in outrage as the lanky scientist climbed out, looked back at them with a smirk, and the man told them, "I don't know who you are, but you obviously don't know we Possibles. If you did, you'd know anything is possible for a Possible. And I don't like to crow," he grinned as he aimed a device at the house, and headed for the door, "But we are Possibles," he added even as four sedans loaded with agents rolled up behind the men, and jumped out to aim weapons at the men.
"Global Justice," the team leader shouted. "No one move."
"Oh, crap, it's Bernman!"
"Team Impossible," someone gasped, and almost all the Henches threw up their hands. "We give up!"
"Nein! We do not be giving up, you imbecile," even as the redheaded agent first what looked suspiciously like a spoon at the man in the helmet.
He howled in outrage, writhing under the energy, and then hit the ground with a random twitch.
"Works every time," Burn smiled as he holstered what was in fact euphemistically called 'the spoon.' "Anyone else want to argue?"
Every Hench there kept their hands up as they waited for the GJ agents to arrest them.
Dr. Possible only smiled, waved at the men, and walked inside before shutting the door on them all.
"Bernman. The Doc is secured, and we just grabbed a midget in a lampshade with a dozen more men. All lackeys."
"Hey," one of the men sputtered as he was cuffed.
Burn ignored him, and heard Crash shout, "We need help, all available agents to Middleton Museum. Now!"
Burn eyed his men, and made a snap decision.
"Fyne, your squad finishes here," he ordered. "The rest of us are heading to back up the museum."
The agent just nodded, and kept cuffing the men that eyed him, and pondered their chances as the four other agents left only eyed them.
"You think Bernman is bad," one of the agents said quietly as several of the Henches shifted restlessly, as if about to try something. "Try pissing off Fyne. You might survive to see ICU. No guarantees, though."
The Henches eyed the lead agent warily, and stood quietly as they were all cuffed, and shoved into their own van for transport.
To Be Continued….