Unstoppable
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Chapter Four: Gone With The Wind
Okay…rain check. Ron turned evil due to some plot by Shego and Drakken, has a crush on Kim just like Ron…he tried to…uhg. And then he, just let her go. Kim left him alone for a whole night as well, which just now begins to present itself as really, really, really bad idea.
"What have I done?" She grumbles as she sits in front of her vanity. "Well, it's too late now…might as well make the best of it. If he actually shows up, which I'm pretty sure he will I'll just keep an eye, two eyes on him."
Saying her plan out loud did not make it sound any saner. Should she really go along with this whole thing? Then again, what if going against the Zorpox grain meant not only her death, but the enslavement of the world? Not to mention all the people that would never be able to taste another naco in their life.
Heh, sarcasm….at a time like this.
"I really can do anything." Kim jokes under her breath.
In the end, she stands in front of her mirror wearing an old black dress she had in the bottom of her closet. It went with an odd memory, but helps her think of Ron…and fireworks. She decides that playing his game for awhile could help her develop a strategy of her own, aiding her in sending him back. In short, he's winning…for now.
"Yep…still beautiful."
Kim turns to her doorway. Why had she left it open like that?
"Zorpox."
He too, dug through Ron's closet…because he is wearing Ron's original 'Bad Boy' outfit. His hair is even slicked back the way he had styled it back then…when he was pretending. He looks confident in himself, straightening his jacket out as he takes his first step into her room.
"In the flesh." He take a moment to observe the scenery. "Speaking…of flesh. Kimberly." His body convulses in a way that makes him look as if a severe chill has entered the room when he utters her name.
"Don't look at me like that." She turns away from him, her fist itching to wipe that look off of his face.
"Nuh-uh. Be a good girl, Possible. We have an agreement. Your antidote for my day as your new, improved Ron." His voice is low, he does not want anyone to hear and her brothers are known for spying.
"I thought Ron was a loser?" She mocks his words from yesterday.
"He's just a character I'm playing…nothing more." He turns to leave, but slowly turns back around to face her. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. Silly me…I have something to show you."
He walks in her room, and Kim tries to keep her distance. As he passes her, Zorpox raises an eyebrow mischievously. Kim watches him walk as if he were moving in slow motion and slowly, he holds up his left hand. She notices a black and purple watch occupying the space where the Ronucator had been on Ron's wrist.
Zorpox walks over to Kim's window and points his watch out at something. Pressing a button a beam of light shoots out from the device and zaps a mailbox across the street. When the light fades there is no mailbox. He nonchalantly closes her window because secretly he does not want her running away.
"What…" Kim puts her hands up against the glass in horror.
Her upper arm is grabbed roughly as she is yanked to his side. It's the same one he twisted earlier and she yelps with the twinge of pain that follows without even realizing it. Despite the discomfort Kim instantly twists her face into a scowl when she notices he is touching her.
"Oh, KP…was I a little too rough with you last night?" He is using Ron's tone, and he is using that implying voice at the same time. "You okay…I wouldn't want you be in any pain…ever. Anything I can do?"
Boy is he laying it on thick. And his grip is tightening.
"Get, away from me." She growls through her teeth. "Unhand me."
"Kay Pee…you should know by now." He shakes his head as if disappointed. "I'm all about hands." His voice mischievous, his free hand reaches out to touch her.
Being on edge, Kim swings a fist at him, but hesitates allowing Zorpox to easily catch it. Smugly, he pushes her fist back and chuckles before holding his new watch up for her to see.
"Meet my Atommizer, Kimberly. It breaks everything down into it's original components, via the atom. That mailbox is still there, just a tiny microscopic pile that's probably half blown away by the wind by now!" He leans in so that he can whisper in her ear. "It's insurance. Play along or there's going to be a few empty seats in Middleton High. Oh, and nice try with the punch. So unexpected I like it…spunky!" He gives her a small thumbs up with his free hand.
He presses his cheek to hers and sighs. Obviously in some twisted way…Zorpox genuinely believes this forced bond is a type of date…or something along those lines. Either way, the whole sitch is bad. Kim just stares…what can she do about such a genuine threat. He lightly kisses her on the cheek and she jerks back as if his lips were laced with a flesh eating virus. At the least, he seems like a heart eating virus.
"It's a timeless tale of Romance. One girl, one devilishly good looking genius, and a whole city…gone with the wind! BOYAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"I'm poisoned, isn't that enough?" She sighs, frustrated with his meticulous planning.
"Better safe than locked back up in your moronic boyfriend's mind."
"Ever heard of 'too much of a good thing and you make it a bad thing'?" Kim grumbles leaning against her window.
"Some things…you can never get enough of…" He purrs leaning towards her.
Startled, Kim nearly loses her footing. Swallowing a thick, dry knot in her throat she tries to regain her composer, but he already saw what was in her eyes. She can tell he is just getting his rocks off messing with her. Kim spaces out for a moment, and when her vision refocuses, Zorpox is standing in her doorway. He has a solemn face.
"Put your hair up…I like it better that way."
And with that…Zorpox leaves the room.
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Kim found the thought of him being alone with her family almost as unnerving as her being alone with him so she did not bother to put her hair up…he could not treat her like his arm candy anyways, regardless of the watch on his wrist…
"Oh, mornin' KP!"
His act, nearly breaks Kim's mental note to remain calm. Of course, naturally it also inflames her newfound hatred of him. Gritting her teeth, she bites her tongue as she sees Zorpox's expression. One eyebrow up as he is turned away from the family…tapping his new 'watch'.
Everything is fine. Nothing is amiss. Just another morning. She tries to set an average morning in her mind to help her envision what she wants to pretend is a normal breakfast. His creepy, wide grin is for the moment, mentally blocked. Ron is here, like always to have breakfast…
"Kimmie, Ron here says his parents left on some trip?" Ms. Possible asks, pouring her two sons each a glass of orange juice.
"T-Trip?" Kim asks, for the life of her trying to remember.
"Uh, yeah KP." 'Ron' sarcastically states. "They went to visit My Aunt Starter…you know, from the wedding." The rest of the family would never have caught the slight change in Ron's voice, as a sly slap in the face.
Does he plan for things to happen the way they do…or is he just gifted with extreme ironic circumstances? Kim shakes it off.
"Oh…Oh yes." She nervously twirls her hair with her finger. "How could it slip my mind? Your parents going to visit your aunt and uncle…and cousin Shawn."
"Yes…" His eyes narrow…apparently he has his own vendetta against the brat. "…Shawn. If it wasn't for him, that date would have been nice."
"We weren't on a date." Kim corrects, forgetting her family's presence for a moment.
"I like to think we were." Hanging his arm over the back of his chair, he leans over and half whispers and half mouths so no one else can hear he smugly adds. "You…and the bad boy."
This is not Ron…but Kim walks up and hesitantly takes a seat next to him anyways for that same reason. He instantly turns and smiles at her, his cheery expression only slightly tainted with evidence of it being a sinister ploy. Mr. DR. Possible briskly walks by, waving to his family as he makes his way for the door.
"Morning Dear, Jim, Tim, Kimmie-cub, Ronald." He runs the names off expectantly.
"Bye…" Jim.
"…Dad!" Tim.
"See ya dad." Kim waves.
"Yeah…" For some reason, 'Ron' feels the need to see Mr. possible out the door. "Have a great day Mr. P…oh, here's your coffee." He hands him the cup, smiling and giving him a slight pat on the back.
"Why, thank you Ronald." Sincerely, he sounds flattered.
Kim has to cover her face with frustration. This should never happen to a girl in her own home. Zorpox, masquerading as Ron is enough to make her pull her hair out. And he is being so polite, and gentleman-ish and…completely fake! Like plastic, Kim thinks…blue plastic. The kind they use for villain's doomsday device cup holders.
She could manage without suspicion for her family's sake, so she continues to bite her lower lip and play along. Ms. Possible thanks Ronald as he carries the plates to the table, setting Kim's down first.
"Beautiful babes first. Hey KP…if you don't finish anything, just pass it down over here." He cheers, heading back for a couple more plates.
Kim slides her whole plate over his way, her aching stomach decidedly will not be able to take anything right now anyway. Ms. Possible walks over to her daughter and gently rests a maternal hand on her shoulder.
"Kimmie. You okay? You look a little pale this morning." Her hand is brushed off gently by Kim's.
"N-No! I'm fine! Really!" Kim's panic had made her shout, and triggered a glare from her boyfriend so she tones it down a bit. "Just flip flops." She points to her stomach timidly.
"Sure you don't want something?" 'Ron' asks, scooping up some eggs with his fork and holding it up to her. "You need to eat something."
God, he's trying to feed me!
Kim shakes her head in retort. After a few agitated bits of conversation, 'Ron' turns to his plate, leaving her alone. She cannot help but feel disgusted…how can he just sit in her house after yesterday, eating at her table…and be so calm?
"Well, Kay Pee…since you're not eating and all, maybe you should…" He leans over to whisper in her ear. "…go finish your hair. It doesn't look quite done to me."
"Does it really matter that much?" She grumbles, leaning over as well.
"Details Kimberly…details." He whispers, blowing a bit of air to stir her auburn hair.
She twitches away, her lips pursed in a scowl she just cannot hide for the moment. This guy is so, ridiculous. Kim glares at him. But as 'Ron' leans over to try and show her younger brothers his new 'watch', Kim jumps from the table and practically runs for the stairs.
"One moment…" She nervously breaths turning back around. "I forgot. This dress would look so much nicer with my hair up."
"I agree KP." Her 'boyfriend' states. "I've always liked the way your hair looked up."
As he spoke, the hand which bore the watch was tucked under his chin as he smirked. Oh, he even has the nerve to wave his fingers playfully at her. And as Kim slowly backs out of the kitchen she cannot help but feel worried that when she gets back her family will be, gone with the wind.
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Upstairs, she took a little frustration out on her pillow. Blowing a loose feather from her face, Kim grabs her brush and begins to slowly bring her hair up to put into a high ponytail. She would get him for making her dress up for him if it was the last thing she did.
Kim felt the need to sloppily tie her hair up just to spite him…but had not the nerve with her brothers and mother sitting at the same table with him. Besides…details. He would probably get even more mad if she did not tie her hair up well. So she returns back down the stairs with her hair up and a slightly masked scowl on her flustered face.
"Kimmie, don't you look special today!" Her mother chimes.
"Maybe we should call…" Jim.
"…A cootie alert!" Tim.
"Beautiful, KP." Zorpox almost hums. "I sure am one lucky guy."
"Sure are." Kim forces out through a fake grin, her teeth grinding together…lucky I'm not beating you to a pulp.
Kim plops herself back down in her chair momentarily. Rubbing her head, her thoughts are countered by her suddenly standing and being dragged out the door.
"Come on KP…time for school."
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This guy is utterly mad…completely, indefinitely.
He drives the Fearless Ferret scooter with Kim loosely hanging onto him on the way to school. As the two pull in the parking lot, Kim hurriedly jumps to get off before the scooter even comes to a full stop.
A hoarse cough from him makes Kim stop in her tracks. Slowly she turns around and gives him a dirty scowl, before sticking her tongue out at him. Zorpox slowly turns his head to the side, but not enough for Kim to see his eyes. She changes her expression to a large, plastic, false apologetic smile.
"Have we degraded ourselves to making nasty faces at people when their backs are turned Kimberly." He harps sarcastically. "That is so first grade."
"You would know…Ron loved doing it to people he disliked." Kim states.
"He loved you beating up those boys when they caught him too."
Kim goes silent. She cannot see the satisfied expression on Zorpox's face, but knows it is there all the same.
"Think I'll ditch first period…not much of a health fan, Kimberly. Now ailments 101, that would be interesting, huh? HAHAHAHA!" He fully turns to her and smiles wide enough for her to see he is thinking. "But don't worry, I'll find something to keep me occupied in the meantime. I mean, I haven't seen just how big an object I can attomize yet…"
Kim slides off the bike and jumps in front of his face. She points her finger at him, warningly. All the while, his expression remains neutral, scratch one growing grin.
"You said you'd be at school. I don't want you ditching class, you're not to be out of my sight." She orders.
And his grin shrinks to a satisfied smirk as he holds out his hand, implying her to take it. She would have to play along if she did not want Zorpox loose on campus.
"Your hands are rough."
"Shut up."
"No, Kimberly…don't worry about it. I like rough."
"Ew! Shut up!"
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Remembering that this manifested evil being is not Ron proves to be harder than Kim originally thought…not that she believed this would be easy in any way really. He walks, acts, talks and looks like him, because he is him. At the same time however, Zorpox is really nothing like Ron.
"What's up KP?" He asks, pulling her closer to him as they head for lunch.
"What do you think." She grumbles matter-of-factly.
He wraps his arm around her shoulder. Kim goes to pull away, but a quick squeeze and flash of a watch reminds her that he is not taking the 'day as Ron' thing lightly. Playing along not only meant her safety, but the safety of Middleton. Even bigger, the world. As long as he is content and in her sight…what harm can he do?
"I think I'd rather go off campus for lunch. How about Bueno Nacho?" Despite Kim's lack of enthusiasm, Zorpox continues to imitate Ron. "The snackage here, just isn't speaking to the Ron man today."
"You're not Ron." She frustratingly whispers, her words almost unable to be understood as she speaks them so quickly.
"Touchy." He holds his hands up. "I was jus' askin' KP."
Even if Kim doesn't want to play, that does not mean he wants to stop playing.
The imitation plan is not exactly cake for him either…who wants to pretend to be a nobody? But this nobody happens to be dating the one thing other than naco's that he desires so what the heck? Every once and awhile he has to hold back a sinister smile…but kisses cure just about every ailment after all.
He honestly enjoys the challenge.
"We can share an order of nacos." He offers after a moment of silence, wiggling his eyebrow in that stereotypical 'bad boy' way.
"You know I only order salads from that place anymore." She grumbles, for a moment recalling Ron's ridiculous argument about Bueno Nacho being okay to eat twenty four seven. "Besides…"
He cuts her off.
"Look." Discretely, he pulls her aside by the lockers.
"What's you probl-" His mad eyes make her shut her mouth, momentarily anyway.
"Don't forget our arrangement. Now you'd better start playing the part of Ron's loving girlfriend or I'm going to let loose my attomizer trigger finger." He presses her body against the hard surface, not caring about the lock holders sticking out from it.
"Watch it." She grumbles, pushing him off of her. "Despite the world and my life being on the line…I-I can only take so much."
"Then you should learn how to keep up, Kimberly. Because I'm not delaying my plans for anyone…not even you."
"Plans?"
"Don't bother. You won't be able to figure anything out." He snickers. "Now chop, chop…I suppose we can eat in this filthy place if it'll stop your crying."
"I'll give you crying." She mutters.
Kim scowls as she grabs him by the arm. Painfully, she contorts her face into a plastic smile as she drags Ron into the cafeteria. Practically throwing him in a seat one over from Monique, Kim walks off muttering something about food.
"What was that KP?"
"I said. You just sit there sweetie." Her voice is forcibly sickly sweet. "I'm going to get you your lunch, even if I have to roll some heads to get it."
Monique raises an eyebrow, not noticing the glare 'Ron's' giving her. She turns to him and it is his turn to fake a smile.
"Kim feeling okay?"
"K-KP? Oh…oh yeah, never better. She's just feeling, ya know, attentive today…I-I suppose." He shrugs his shoulders.
Monique pokes at her lunch, instantly dropping the questions. Maybe Kim was just keeping him feeling loved to prevent a sitch like the other day. 'Ron' nonchalantly puts his feet up on the table and rocks gently back and forth in his chair. Every two or three rocks, he turns his head to look at Kim.
After a minute or so of this he stops and just monotonously continues to go back and forth. Monique stops her grubbing as she suddenly hears a soft humming…of what could be a cheery tune if not for the melodious way in which it is being presented.
"I got your foo…" How could she not stop mid-sentence?
Approaching the table, Kim Stops only a few feet behind 'Ron'. The instant she heard that tune, she knew it's origins and once again knew that the boy smiling at her is not Ron. He has turned his head, and smiles as he hums the tune on replay knowing the past behind it. Kim wishes she could slug him, even just once despite him being in Ron's body. Well, despite him technically being Ron.
"Aren't you just the sweetest, most beautiful girl in the world?" He chimes as Kim drops his plate down in front of him. "What would I ever do without you to do everything for me?"
The left handed compliment proceeded to increase Kim's frustration. So the rest of lunch she avoided conversation as much as she could. But whenever he felt the need to hear her voice, Zorpox only had to hum that song to get Kim's attention.
"Do you like my humming?" He asks smiling.
"Just…lovely, really you should join the choir…maybe a light will fall and knock some Ron back into you." Kim replies sarcastically.
Monique had left after not even five minutes of listening to Zorpox hum that bone chilling version of camp Wannaweep's cheer. Kim wishes her friend had stayed, but could not ask her to in a way that did not make her sound as if she were in trouble.
Who was she trying to kid? Trouble… She's practically a hostage!
"What memories come to you when you hear it?" He leans over, whispering.
"Ron…his letters to me if you must know."
"I think of the nights. Cold, dark, lonely, foreboding, a disconnected phone line, that chill in the air, my empty stomach, monkeys, the sound of my own panicked screams, my adrenaline going twenty-four seven and acting as a natural high. Thinking about what I'd do to those that picked on me as I laid alone in my creaky bed…everything bad in the world all at once. Yeah, it was traumatizing." He smiles as if the memory were dear, even though the exact details would tell a listener otherwise.
"I can't tell whether your sick or twisted." Kim slowly shakes her head back and forth in disbelief.
"Both." He states, matter-of-factly.
Wannaweep was Ron's most feared childhood memory…leave it to his evil alter ego to find it fitting to hum the theme of Ron's ultimate misery for his own amusement. Leave it to Zorpox to find joy in what Ron only found misery and despair.
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The entire day, he pretended to be Ron. It tore Kim inside out to have that monster pretend to be her loving beau. Overall, he held her hand everywhere they went, atomized a few books of boys who tried to discreetly check Kim out and stole a noticeable share of kisses he really did not deserve.
"Back off." Kim pushes him off of her as he tries to give her a kiss, his arm around her thin waist.
"Fine then." He releases her and quickens his pace slightly.
In all honesties…his attention as of today came off as somewhat genuine, something that had begun to turn the gears in Kim's head. Really, Zorpox seems somewhat different this time. Kim is lightly bumped by Zorpox as he raises his arms to place them behind his head. He yawns as he slows his pace a bit, not wanting her to be out of the corner of his eye.
"Being normal for a day was…boring." Zorpox muses as him and Kim approach the Fearless Ferret scooter.
"I'm so sorry you were bored while I spent the day keeping people from being turned into a twenty-three dollar gone with the wind elephant sale." Kim grumbles sarcastically.
At this, Zorpox snatches her hand and pulls her next to him. He leans towards her for a moment before continuing his thought.
" KP, don't be rude. Bad boy's speaking now. Hm, lets see…where was I? Oh, yes! Everything always looked so different from the inside…maybe, it's just because he daydreams so much. Honestly, I though if I paid attention…perhaps I'd learn something. I'd think, being in school would be educational…really all I learned how to do was sleep with my eyes open! HEHEHHAHAHA!"
Kim lets her eyes roll freely in her head, this guy enjoys listening to himself way too much. His rambling had temporarily given Kim the opportunity to step away from him. Her hand slips out of his by luck, as he misses when he goes to snatch her palm back in his grasp. He turns to her, a bit annoyed.
"How about that cure now?" She more demands than asks.
"Cure? For what, Kimberly." He nonchalantly examines his nails as if there were something of interest on that part of his anatomy. "Your rude behavior. Sorry, science hasn't advanced enough to get that stick out of your-"
"Shut up." Kim cuts him off. "You know what for!"
"Refresh my memory, Kimberly. What cure?" He looks at her like she is stupid. "Honestly, I haven't the slightest inclination of which cure you are speaking of. There are so many nowadays after all…" His voice trails off for a moment. "…is there a cure, for madness I wonder…"
"Enough of your rambling! What cure do you think I want? For the poison, duh. Cough it up, blue boy." She grumbles.
"In a politically correct sense…currently I am the proper coloring of an average person."
"Whatever. The antidote, please." She holds out her hand expectantly.
Zorpox raises an eyebrow. "Can't anything just be about us being together…why does business always come first with you, Kimberly?"
"Because I'm too young to die."
"And I'm getting bored." He sits down on his scooter and pats the passenger seat. "C'mon Kitten." He purrs.
"Ew. I'm going home."
"Kimberly, don't you want to hang out? We could watch a scary movie, cuddle, plan the colors for the grand throne room from which I will rule the fast food world? Does that not that sound fun?"
"Like an all's fair snowball fight with a chimp."
"If you feel that way…" He lowers his tone, giving her a slight chill that slowly makes its way up her spine. "…I can just exchange your company for the antidote to that poison I gave you earlier."
"Y-You mean…" She somewhat stutters, somewhat growls.
"All fair, Kimberly. Now hop on…it's at the house. In my room."