The Destroyer

By mkusenagi2

The story concept © 5-19-2006
All Marvel characters are © Marvel Comics.
Kim Possible and other Disney characters
are © Disney Co.
I don't own Warren S. Murphy's
and Richard Ben Sapir's
characters either.

5 How Kim Found Ron Pt I

12-25-2006
Two miles from
Pop Pop Porter's
Corporate HQ
Middleton, CO
1325 hrs

"Enough foolishness. A Master of Sinanju does not waste energy on needless emotional displays. He may be fooled by your cow-eyed wiles but I am NOT!" Chiun scolded Kim as the VTOL landed on Pop Pop's airpad. "Have you done your exercises?"

"Yes Sir. ALL of them." She said as she flipped out of her seat into a two fingered handstand and proceeded to crank out 10 pushups.

"That is adequate. Ron?" the wizened Korean said as he unstrapped himself and turned towards his students.

"Yes Sir I did. Ask Kim." He said with a grin.

"Is this true?" Chiun asked. 'He is more balanced than ever… I am glad I ignored Emperor Smith's edict to kill her…'

"Yes Sir. He even passed the running test on wet toilet paper!" she said. "No cheating with The Power either."

'He will bear watching.' "Very well. Let us see to this poison-monger's safety."

They exited the plane and took the private elevator to Pop Pop's suite.

---

Robert Porter wasn't always a food magnate…

20 years ago he was an award winning NASA research physicist.

His specialty had been cryonics and cryogenics…

However due to a drop in funding (caused by a bespectacled, balding, outspoken, ethnically backward senator from North Carolina) he soon found himself out of work…

Struggling to pay his house mortgage and alimony to an ex-wife he detested, he stumbled upon a way to use the patented technology he discovered in grad school to preserve food indefinitely.

Using the antifreeze he'd discovered for preserving lifeforms in cryostasis and his cryo-cannon Pop Pop took over the frozen junk food industry.

Now that he could afford to fund his own research he returned to his true love…

Biophysics.

He'd discovered that there were measurable biofields around living organisms and wanted more data about the ones emitted by 'superhumans' to create alternate energy sources and advances in medical research.

However someone was trying to kill his research.

Bob Porter thought it had to do with the weird little Korean man that had demanded a share of his profits and his research data.

Porter was a test tube jockey, but his Mama had taught him how to tell evil when it walked through his door.

And BOY was that little man EVIL.

He told him no.

The man left.

Then the threats began.

So Bob called Global Justice.

They sent Shego and a company of GJ's finest.

Since she had a MS in Mathematics and was nice to look at he was pleased.

Then his secretary disappeared.

And he got a package in the mail…

---

"Kim Possible! Thank God Y'all are here," Pop Pop cried as Ron and Co walked into his guarded post-modern office, "A'hm at mah wits end… We need all the help we can get… 'specially since… oh god…" he collapsed in a sobbing fit behind his desk as Shego took over.

"Kim." 'Princess.'

"Shego." 'Bitch… kinda. Ron's MINE!'

'Here we go.' Ron thought as he watched the two women quietly size each other up.

"We just got the secretary's head in the mail today… It wasn't pretty." Shego said as she looked fondly at Ron and Chiun, glared a tiny bit at Kim, and placed a coldbox on Pop's desk. "Surgically removed… or…" 'God! It's good to see him… She told him! Good. He's more centered… Head In The Game Sheila.' She thought as she watched their body language.

"May I see it?" Chiun asked.

"Of course." She said as she opened the box.

Chiun looked inside. "It is him. I shall take a look around. You have this?" he asked Ron.

"Yes Little Rabbi. KP and I will check Shego's security measures." He said.

"Good." Chiun left. 'You have come farther than I expected my son, and with her help… hopefully it will be enough…'

---

Shego led them to her Command Center, shooed out her staff, and sat at her makeshift desk. "It's good to see you Ron. We really could use your help… I didn't tell Porter… but we lost two men. It was Sinanju. They were torn to pieces."

"When did this happen?" he asked. 'Thank God. They're not fighting…? I'll just count my blessings.'

"0200 last night." She said with a frown. "He got past our cameras… everything. We figured it was an inside job. We're rechecking the employee rosters now. The place is locked tight. My men are using everything they've learned. We decided to add to the regular procedures and staggered everything… patrols, transport schedules, you name it. It's NOT enough."

"Hence the call to my website. Mind if Wade lends a hand?" Kim cooly asked. 'I still don't like her but for Ron's sake…'

"No, go right ahead." She said. 'Still The Princess. Hmmm.'

'Uhhh. I guess it's ok to leave these two since they're being cool.' "Uh Guys I'm gonna take a look around. KP?"

"I've got your back S Boy. Go ahead." Kim said with a strange tone in her voice.

"Coolio! Guys? NO fighting." He said with a nervous grin.

"We won't." Shego said. "Professionals remember?"

"Right." Ron got ready to leave and gave Sheila a look. "Sheila, I'm with KP. Thanks for… y'know. She knows everything… I had to tell her. I love her. Uh gotta go. NO fighting or other crap. 'K?"

"We won't." they said. 'Princess!' 'Bitch! HE said he's with ME! YES! HE LOVES ME! Oh My God!'

He left.

---

"Man! How'd I get IN this mess? Oh Yeah…" Ron thought as he started his search.

---

01-21-1998
Colorado State Penitentiary
Death Row
0700 hrs

"Hello Son." Ron heard as the door to his cell was opened and the prison chaplain walked in, "Any last words?" he said as he sat next to him. "Leave." He told the guard.

"Right." He left.

"Uh no. I've been screwed. I didn't do it… It was self defense. Guess this is it." Ron said. "The guy broke in and was gonna kill my folks… He killed Rufus! I had no choice." 'At least they're safe… Betty couldn't help… Kim… I'll never get to see her again. What's with his hand?' he thought as he saw the grizzled, eye patched chaplain had a hook for a hand.

"Lost it in the war." He said as he fumbled a horse pill out of his pocket. "It's to dull the pain from electro-shock. DON'T argue."

Ron looked at the man… and took the pill. 'Nnnn! NASTY! Bittersweet! Gah! What the hell's goin' on?' "Thanks. Have you seen Kim?"

"Uh… She's not here yet. Son… they've moved your execution up… It's gonna happen now. Sorry." 'If we didn't need him so bad… poor kid.'

"Figures. GUARD! Thanks." Ron said as he prepared for the worst. 'It figures that that's been taken from me too. Time to get this over with. Shit.'

---

Today was the worst day of Kimberly Alanna Possible's life.

Her best friend had been executed before she could say goodbye…

Her beau of 3 years had left her because he was jealous of her friendship with Ron…

And she'd just realized she'd loved Ron all along.

Now she was in her room crying her eyes out while her family waited… helpless to ease her pain.

'Dammit! HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN? HE WAS PROTECTING HIS FAMILY! Ron kills a scumbag that was threatening his folks AND killed Rufus… It's not fair… I DIDN'T GET TO SAY GOODBYE! Now he'll never know that I loved him… THEY CREMATED THE BODY! FUCK!'

Eventually she fell into an exhausted sleep.

For Kim the horror was just beginning…

---

Folcroft Sanatarium

3 days later…

Ron woke…

And saw his worst nightmare…

"GAHHH!" he screamed as Conn McCleary grinned into his face.

"You're that guy… the priest guy!"

"Yeah. Glad to see the pill worked. Welcome to the world of the Living, Kid. Sorry about this… We manipulated the outcome NOT the break in. If it's any consolation I'd have done worse. Conn McCleary." Conn said as Ron sat up in bed and took in his surroundings, "Welcome to…"

"CURE HQ." A pinched, lemony faced man said as he took Ron's pulse. "I'm Dr Harold W. Smith. Your original life is over Ronald Adam Stoppable. As of this moment you're dead. The life you knew is gone. Forget Kim and all those you knew. Your identity has been erased and your prints have been removed from the Federal Crime Database. Mr. Stoppable your country needs your help… we're fighting a war… and losing… BADLY."

"Huh?"

"Kid, you ever wonder why guys like Drakken slip through Betty Director's fingers when she's got 'em dead to rights?" Conn asked as he leaned against the wall.

"Yeah. Kinda."

"Well it's because they've done things for crooked folks in power… senators, lobbyists, CEO's… the list goes on and on. We've been trying to change all that, but we need help. YOUR help." Conn said.

"What?"

"Mr. Stoppable, you're what we call a 'gray man' in my line of work. A man who isn't seen… invisible to most people… ignored. How would you like to use that and your other gifts, like your Mystical Monkey Power for example, to help Your Country and the World." Smith said.

"Wait a sec. You squished my life… took me from everyone I knew and loved… to become a…" Ron cried.

"An assassin." Smith said. "We work outside the Law to protect it. Years ago one of our Presidents created our charter for this purpose."

"Ok… So what's the catch?" he asked as he looked Smith squarely in the eye. 'This IS kinda cool! Uncle Sam wants ME to help save the country… My life's over… KP's gone… She's with him anyway…'

"We need you to kill someone… a North Korean terrorist. If you can, we'll let you go… or you can stay. We can create a new life for you if you want to leave afterwards… you can see about going back to Kim…" Smith said.

"And if I can't?" Ron asked.

"It won't matter." Smith said as Conn wolfishly grinned.

"Why?" Ron asked as a chill ran down his spine.

"You'll be dead." Smith replied.

---

Ron was escorted to the gym. Conn placed a .38 in his hand. "All you have to do is Shoot Him. Once he's dead, we'll take you home."

"Right." 'I hope I can do this.' Ron entered the gym and saw a frail looking Korean man doing laps in the gym. 'Looks harmless… familiar too… REMEMBER he's killed innocent people; he's the lowest of the low. Oh well time to get my life back.'

Ron stood squarely in the old man's path, took aim…

And Fired.

To no effect.

He fired again.

Nothing. The man was still running toward him.

'How?' he checked the chamber, 'OK. It's loaded. Live ammo… Thank God Dad taught me how to shoot… I'll just…' "OW!"

The Korean had suddenly appeared in front of Ron and knocked him down somehow! He was doing something to his spine that hurt…

A LOT!

However BOTH were surprised when Ron slipped out of his grasp as the Power wrapped him in a blue glow and he reappeared 20' away.

'He IS the one. My Brother was right!' "My name is Chiun. Today YOU shall die."

"Dude that's NOT gonna happen. You're goin' down for all the innocents you've killed… it's a shame, I really like ya." Ron said as he squared off. "Bring it."

Before he knew it, Chiun had blurred across the distance and had kicked him against the gym's wall! 'Whoa! How's he SO fast? Glad the power clicked on. Just knocked the wind out of me a little.'

Chiun aimed a flurry of kicks and punches at Ron and increased the force of his blows until…

The glow intensified; and Ron, animated by the Power, grabbed Chiun and prepared to strike!

Ron struggled inside as he saw the old man's heart… and shut the Power off! "I can't take your life. You're no terrorist. You protect the innocent. I'm sorry. Kill me if you want… I am and have nothing." He released him and knelt before Chiun in utter humility.

Chiun looked at Ron…

Readied himself…

And let him live.

"Arise. We have much to do if you are to serve Emperor Smith. Besides my brother was right about you. You have a good heart… for a White." Chiun said. 'I MUST prepare him, she will not be far behind… when that day comes… I will do what I must.'

"Uh Sir… Little Rabbi… I'm a Jew."

"Even better. The Jews are a good people. Get up." He said.

"Uh who's your brother?" Ron asked as he got up.

"Sensei."

'!' Ron. "So how'd you move so fast?"

"Sinanju."

"COOOL! Will you teach me?"

---

So began Ron's training as disciple of Sinanju. For two years he was stretched and tested beyond his limits until he could rely on himself and not the Power.

Ron learned of the history of the Masters of Sinanju and the true art of the assassin, to protect the weak and innocent and restore harmony to the world while making sure the tribute was paid to the village of the same name.

He was an apt pupil and grew wise in the ways of his body, mind, and the Power.

More importantly, he'd found a place where he was accepted and was encouraged to excel. A place he could call home and a job where he was making a difference in the fight for justice. He had come to terms with his fate… and was satisfied…

Many foes were dispatched by Ron and Chiun that were enemies of Humanity.

All was running smooth 'til one day…

---

She re-entered his life.

Rather her family did.

Someone was threatening her father, and couldn't be traced or stopped.

For the first time in her life; Kim Possible, hero and freelancer, was TRULY afraid.

---

12-20-2000
The new CURE HQ
14th and Clifton St, NW
Washington, DC

"We have a new mission." Smith said to Ron and Chiun.

"Ok Smitty, what is it?" Ron said as he winked at Chiun.

"A friend of yours needs your help. A new player has appeared on the scene. The most we've discovered is his name: Rembrandt. He's targeted her father. You'll HAVE to keep a low profile. If She disc…"

Ron's eyes turned into slits, "Who's 'She'?"

"Kim Possible." Smith dryly replied.

"kp? Her FATHER'S in DANGER, and YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SOONER?" he growled as he grabbed Smith's collar and jerked him out of his seat…

"Patience my…" Chiun started to say.

"NO Little Rabbi. WHERE and WHEN?" he grated.

"Christmas Day. The assassination's going to occur sometime that day." Smith said.

"I'm going. Don't try to stop me." Ron walked out. 'Gonna GET this BASTARD for doing this to her!'

"You and Conn know what to do if he's seen." Smith said to Chiun.

"Yes O Emperor."

TBC